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  1. MuscleMorphing

    m/m/f Alexey

    Alexey started lifting at a very young age, way before he was into girls, and stuck with it because of the way it made him look and feel. What he didn't anticipate was all the attention he would get from the girls because of his body. By the time he hit puberty (you know, when you get that 24/7 raging hard-on) the girls were all over him, and Alexey was getting all the pussy his teenage heart desired, which was A LOT! Meanwhile, his other friends were furiously beating off to porn on their phones, trying to satisfy their pubescent urges. But Alexey was immersed in his own real-life porno: threesomes, foursomes, older chicks, younger chicks, he even nailed some fag who wanted to take it up the butt while drunk at a house party. It was unimaginably better than any young boy could have ever hoped for or dreamed of. He preached to every 10 year old boy he met, "Buddy, you gotta start lifting now! Soon you're gonna want to get some chicks... or even guys I guess... and you're gonna need a body like this!" Alexey's insane sex life only increased his desire to lift and get biger. His teenage hormones were allowing his muscle to grow at an amazing pace. He was eating everything in sight all day long and still staying ripped as fuck, shredded to the bone. His muscles consumed every calorie for their growth and his body fat percent was way down in the single digits. He wasn't even training as a bodybuilder. The thought hadn't occurred to him to enter a competition until someone suggested it at the gym. He still wasn't really interested, after all he was a little preoccupied... Like any addict, Alexey's desires started to spin out of control. His gainz at the gym were not enough, despite the fact that everyone at the gym was like, "Oh my god Alexey, I can't believe your body!" His insatiable teenage sex drive only gave reason for him to workout and improve his body more. It's like the sex fed into the muscle growth and the muscle growth fed into his sex drive, spiraling more and more intense. Somehow, the idea using gear came to his mind, which was crazy. A young kid like that who was naturally getting big gains did not need any help, but he was driving himself mad and would do anything to grow bigger. When he finally got a solid gear hookup the guy was like, "Really kid?! You don't need this at all." and Alexey was like, "I know, but yeah I do..." The roids really took things over the edge, like pouring gasoline on a fire. A few years had passed and Alexey was starting to transition into adulthood. Now using gear he was CRAZY jacked. I mean, like a teenage Mr Olympia. It was nothing short of incredible. By now, he had entered a few bodybuilding competitions, winning easily. Alexey went up on stage for the first time with zero contest prep. He didn't need it! He was already beyond shredded and his muscles were still big and full. The stretch marks on his skin around his pecs, arms and quads were a bit unsightly, but also emphasized how his muscles were straining his skin to the max. You could see every vein pulsating, every muscle fiber twitching through his paper-thin skin, it was like shrink-wrapped cellophane, vacuum sealed to his muscles. Alexey didn't realize the rush he would get from being on stage. The adoration he would get from fans after walking away with the overall, despite having entered into the teen-collegiate division. And best of all, the feeling of superiority he would get standing backstage among his fellow 'competitors' while they gawked, jaws wide open, staring at him. His favorite was when some of the other bodybuilders would pop a boner in his presence. Can’t hide that in some posing briefs! And all the while, girls, girls, girls. He was doing anything possible to up the ante. Alexey's latest trick to keep himself satisfied was bangin' chicks anywhere he could, a guest room at a party, a public bathroom, outside in the bed of his pickup, behind a divider curtain backstage at a comp. The rush and adrenaline of possibly getting caught or other people just blatantly knowing what he was doing behind a closed door kept him entertained for a little while, but that soon too wore off. He though back to that one time when he rocked that gay guy's asshole. He was really drunk, and it was years ago, but the memory was still faintly there... and nagging on him. Everything changed one night when he was at a club. He was almost old enough to drink, but not quite. Didn't matter though. With youthful good looks, a god-like body, and most importantly a large group of hot young chicks accompanying him, he could get into any club. Dancing away in some stretchy jeans that revealed his muscle-ass and tree-trunk thighs, his t-shirt that strained to contain his heaving pecs and twenty-something inch guns (the blazer came off immediately after entering the club), lifting the lower portion of his shirt so his rippling washboard abs could be seen while gyrating to the music. Later on some of the girls he was with pulled the shirt up off over his head and he was shirtless in the middle of the dance floor. Normally, the bouncers would immediately kick out someone like that, but not Alexey. He was too much of a spectacle. It seemed like everyone on the dance floor was having a great time and loving the showoff. Muscle worship was always some sort of a factor at play when Alexey was trying to hook up with a chick, but maybe it wasn’t muscle worship so much as just a turn-on for the girl. Well, between the bodybuilding comps and the attention at the clubs and the general passers-by wanting a selfie, Alexey was unknowingly starting to get hooked on the attention and yes, worship. So, when some fags at that club couldn't resist getting all up over him on the dance floor. Rubbing his sweaty shirtless pecs and abs, smiling with delight and awe as he flexed his monstrous peaked biceps, all while the girls were clapping, cheering and egging them on, he let those guys grope him, slap his ass, all because his ego was getting filled up with the worship. They all went back to his place for the after-party... fags too... and they all wanted selfies and flexing pics to remember the night (and wank off to later). Alexey being slightly still intoxicated fed into the worship by dipping into his bedroom momentarily to change into his posing briefs. When he reappeared moments later everyone went wild and Alexey started doing his posing routine. He was high on adrenaline. One of the gay guys who was being especially forward and not really holding back was all over Alexey as he posed, feeling his biceps, shoulders, quads, glutes. Twerking and rubbing his (non-existent) twink ass all over Alexey's package. Everyone was laughing and having fun. You could clearly see Alexey's bulge starting to get aroused in his tiny posers. It was very late and some of the gays and gals couldn't hang anymore. They left. Alexey was thinking about closing the night with a nice fuck and started to get aroused even more at the thought. He was still in his posers, his full raging hard-on undeniable, and so he said, "Fuck it," and slung his posers under his nuts letting it all hang out. Well the two girls knew what was up, they were hanging around for the late-night Alexey orgy, and immediately went down on him. Slirping and sucking as Alexey stared at the one remaining twinky fag who had dripped his drawers and was wacking furiously while oggling Alexey with the girls. One of the girls was a pro and was deepthroating him, while the other was trying, choking and gagging on his cock. The twinky fag was used to having a big 'ol dildo up his ass while wanking and thought to himself, "why not give it a try?" so he backed his ass on up to Alexey and waved it in his face, or well, at his dick. Alexey, remembering his gay sex experience a long time ago, got kinda happy, spit on his asshole, and shoved it in. God it was tight! The twink was looking back at Alexey with delight, and all Alexey can think about is the attention from all the gays over his muscles. I mean, the girls all like his muscles and that's what gets him tail, but the girls are not OBSESSED with his muscles like the gays are. Alexey's thinking about the night, being surrounded by people in the club gawking at a pro-bodybuilder size muscle kid getting groped by some guys like a demi-god. The selfies, the rubbing, the cheers and adoration while posing. It was like a drug and Alexey's cock was harder than it had felt in a long time plowing this guy's tight hole. The fag finally blows his load all over and Alexey pulls out too, his cock swollen, throbbing, pulsing and blows the biggest most satisfying cumshot of his life! The fag is still all over Alexey licking the sweat and cum off his abs. Groping his muscles and talking about how incredible his body is, and how he's never been fucked by a muscle god before. Alexey started to soften after his orgasm, but now with all this worship talk he quickly started to get hard again, and the night went on. From that night on, Alexey, definately straight... or... well... maybe bisexual, was all about dominating the boys. Clubbing turned into gay clubbing, and his entourage of chicks turned into an entourage of guys. He discovered the all the gay muscle guys who hit the gym hard, and built a whole new group of workout buddies. Their favorite sport became picking up fags at the club and bring them back home for an all night worship fuck fest. Sure, there was the occasional fling with a chick who came on to him hard, but Alexey was now all in on the gay guys who couldn't get enough of his size. And of course, this just encouraged him to get even BIGGER!
  2. Dylan’s Muscle Growth BY LORUS My name is Dylan. Dylan Mass. Can you actually believe that’s my surname? What were my parents thinking? My dad took part in some secret government experiment back in the early ‘90s and changed his surname from ‘Grady’ to ‘Mass’ in anticipation of “big changes” to come. Alas, the experiment was a failure. Or so the powers-that-be initially thought. One hundred men signed up for the trial of this serum connected to Area 51, or some shit like that. I don’t have all the details, as all records of the program were destroyed when the secret facility “accidentally” burned down. My dad, along with ninety-nine other suckers, were told their bodies would be transformed into supermen: Metazoans, to be exact. But it never happened. The 100 men went their separate ways and everything was forgotten over time. Until I and several dozen others were born some years later. And now most of us are in our late teens or early twenties, and things were very different for us. Before I continue my story, let me explain what Metazoans are. We’re super-HUGE bodybuilders, one and all. Of coure, we’re not all exactly the same. This is determined by when our genetic gifts passed on by our gay fathers – yup, you heard me – actually kick in. The guys who develop early into puberty have all that extra adolescent growth hormone to help them grow not only massive muscles, but reach huge heights, too. There’s one guy in America, Ronny Fortuna, who is over 12-feet tall, and weighs over 5000 lbs. He’s the biggest documented Metazoan in the world. Huge, yes, but it’s not just about height versus weight and the overall distribution of muscle mass around the body. It’s got to do with muscle density. That’s what all we growth-freaks focus on with our eating and training, as well as how much Metazenic activity is happening in our bodies’ cells. The lucky ones – like me and only two others in the world – were late bloomers. Sure, we went through adolescence like any other bloke, but we knew we were special because we were naturally big and athletic from late childhood onwards. But our heights developed more or less just beyond the natural threshold, so all three of us are pretty much of equal height . And, like all Metazoans, we were encouraged – with help from the Cyrus Redfern Institute of Metazenic Research – to bodybuild like fucking crazy, so that when our Metazenic genes finally kicked in post-puberty, our muscle gains would be crazy. I stopped gaining height when I turned 18. 6 feet 6 inches is really a terrific height for a bodybuilder. I may not be anywhere near Ronny Fortuna’s weight. But I’m half the height he is and, well... let me start at the beginning. Lots of good stuff here. And it’ll have you cumming like a fucking rutting bull, I guarantee it. So back then I stopped gaining height at 18. Which was fine. It meant that I could concentrate on packing on as much muscle as possible, which to guys like me, really is to grow without limit. The feeling of my muscles getting bigger and bigger and bigger with no end in sight, makes me want to jizz just by thinking about it. Oh man, if only you normals could live my life. Once the height increases stopped, I really began to fill out. I celebrated my 18th birthday at a special ceremony hosted by the good folks at the Redfern Institute. Cyrus Redfern came out of hiding three years before this, when the government approached him to not exactly re-initiate the program he’d designed that everyone thought had utterly failed, but to create a facility where the gay sons of the gay men who partook of the original experiment could now be monitored and studied. But it’s not like we’re lab rats or anything. We’re not locked in cages and prodded with sticks or nothing. We actually have every luxury afforded to us. Redfern and his team are particularly interested in me and the other two who no longer gain height, but seem to grow bigger, stronger and denser muscles as if by mental will alone. Daniel – from Sweden – weighs about the same as I did back then, but my pecs are way bigger than Daniel’s, which got him miffed every so often, when I’d beat his bench press record, sometimes with just one arm, heh heh heh. I will admit to being an upper-body growth freak, and although my legs are pretty well-developed, I tend to concentrate on growing my upper body as much as possible. I’m the bustiest bodybuilder on the planet, even “out-peccing” the 7- and 8-footers, who continue to gain height proportionate to their increases in mass, so it looks like they’re not really filling out as much as myself, Daniel and Flex. Flex is the baby of the three. 18 years-old now, but stopped gaining height when he was fifteen, reaching a respectable 6 feet 3 inches. He was bodybuilding near-constantly, even dropping out of school. There was no need for us to get smart. Everything we’d ever need monetarily would be provided by the Redfern Institute, so we could concentrate on being big dumb muscle-jocks building our bodies to godlike prortions and beyond. Flex doesn’t have the mass of me or Daniel, but his cock is fucking enormous. I love to get fucked by it as much as possible, because being fucked helps me to concentrate on training harder and getting huge beyond belief. In fact, Flex spends more time fucking us other “hugies” – sometimes even during our training sessions – than actually concentrating 500% on his own bodybuilding. Musky muscle-sex in a Redfern-facilitated gym is one of the best things ever. Even my gorgeous male model boyfriend Cole gets in on the action. He’s not a bodybuilder, and has no plans to ever take it up. He’s not Metazenic, but is a respectable 6 feet tall and a slender 145 lbs. His weight tends to fluctuate, though. And that’s my fault. But I’ll get to that later. A week after my 18th birthday, I noticed that I wasn’t gaining further muscle mass. I’d been recently measured, in awe of my 48-inch arms, 103-inch chest, taut 34 waist, mammoth 60-inch thighs and 32-inch calves. The Institute developed some amazing new training equipment as a present for my birthday, plus refinements to the Enerflex serum originally given to our fathers, only it didn’t work on them but instead passed into their semen, so that when they impregnated our mothers... well you get the idea. Enerflex helps us to grow in the same way steroids work on regular 'mortal' bodybuilders. Except with us the growth is more dramatic. Enerflex used to work pretty fast, actually increasing our mass in just minutes. But that led to uncomfortable skin-tightening – and in extreme but rare cases – actual tearing. The formula was refined and now it’s a slow-release metabolic catalyst. It also makes our skin more elastic, so we don’t get stretch marks or tearing. Redfern provided me a decent dose of Enerflex for my birthday, so I could put the new machines to the test. Using powerful electromagnets to provide the resistance where normal gym iron simply couldn’t give muscle-gods like us the workouts we deserved, I soon had their gears grinding and wailing as I pushed the machines to their limit. I broke all of my lifting records and grew ENORMOUS in just two hours, bursting out of my gym clothes until I was fuckin’ naked in front of my parents, younger step-brothers (non-Metazoans), as well as the onlooking team of understudies under Redfern’s tuition. It’s fine. My parents are really open-minded about this sort of thing because they accept and encourage me to become an even more exceptional son. My step-bros, whom my step-mum had prior to marrying my father are just typical averagely-built teenagers. Bud, the youngest, is into video-games and nothing but. He has no interest in getting a girlfriend, whereas Stevie is a bit of a slut and goes through girls like tenpins, which is his thing. Even though we’re not related, he has the same blonde hair, blue eyes, and angelic dimples as I do, so we could pass as biological brothers. Only I’m fifteen times his bodyweight, and it’s all fuckin’ muscle. I love my family, but enough about them. I packed on 150+ lbs of muscle, that day, much to my delight. I was a massive, bulging jock of hugeness. My veins looked like they were going to burst out of my skin as I flexed and growled and cockily displayed my massive size to all those staring in shock at my growth. “Well done, Dylan,” said Doctor Redfern, but he didn’t mind us calling him Uncle Cyrus. “That’s your most impessive growth spurt yet. And on your 18th birthday, too.” Laser scanners built into the gym-cum-lab took my measurements with ease. My fuckin’ gorgeously ballooning muscle-chest, had increased in part thanks to my birthday workout from 103 mind-blowing inches, to 116 inches. I was huge, but it simply wasn’t enough. I growled like the hulk, flexing my muscles harder and harder, my 16-inch cock swelling and hardening with every pose I struck. One of Redfern’s team was there with a vial to collect my precum for analysis, but Uncle Cyrus regularly drank the fluids of his muscle-god progeny, as it kept him feeling young and vital and full of vigor. My dad also took it in capsule form, as it helped him grow back his receding hairline, overcome impotency, and get my step-mum up the duff at 39 with a new half-sibling. I guess I’m a walking Wellbeing Clinic. Back to my growth spurt: “It’s impressive, yeah. But I want more. Much more. Can’t you give me a fuckin’ overdose of that Enerflex, Uncle Cyrus? I really want to grow my muscles bigger than Ronny Fortuna’s. Imagine me outmuscling the biggest Metazenic muscle-giant on planet Earth, actually weighing more than he does, but at only half his height? I’d be fucking amazing!” “You’re amazing already, son,” my dad assured me. I got my amazing good looks from him. Pity the Metazoan stuff from days long gone hadn’t worked on him. Turned out that of the 100 participants, only the gay ones actually produced the exceptional offspring. The reason for this is still being searched for and Redfern is confident he’ll nail it, one day. My dad is gay, but also pansexual, so pretty much anything with a pulse will turn him on, so long as it’s human. He’s very happy with his missus. Of course, all Metazenic bodybuilders like me are engineered to be gay. This was initially introduced to keep our numbers low and not turn the entire human race into massively muscled mega-hunks. Also, the serum only works on the Y-chromosomes, so women aren’t affected. Sorry girls, but all this muscle is for the guys. “You should both start drinking my jizz,” I’d often say to my step-bros. They’d yet to take me up on this, but if they took it in capsule form, like my dad, then what was there to be grossed about? It’d lenghten their lives and improve their overall fitness. I often drink my own, just for fun, and mostly after workouts. I hate wasting protein. In fact, I can’t get enough. I ate 24 chicken breast pizzas at my birthday along with a dozen massively protein-infused muscle shakes. Combined with the workout and the Enerflex, I should have grown more muscle on my birthday. “I’m not about to hand out Enerflex freely, Dylan. It’s hard to produce and slow to quicken. There is a batch in development, but it’ll be a week at least before it’s ready. For now continue to bodybuild as you normally would, by lifting fast and lifting heavy, getting plenty of sleep, and eating plenty of protein-rich foods. You can also try different steroid combinations, but we don’t provide them here. Just stick to trustworthy sources,” Redfern advised, Daniel once got hold of some sinister shit on the dark web that made him grow huge, but it also gave him the worst urinary infection in history, and he spent nine days in hospital. We all learned from that one. “So in a week, can I have a MASSIVE dose? I want to get fuckin’ gigantic, Uncle Cyrus,” and to demonstrate my rampant hunger to bodybuild and bodybuild and bodybuild beyond all sane thought, I exploded into a massive upper body lat-spread flex, puffing out my ribcage and inflating my muscle-boobs until you could barely see my head. I actually got out of breath doing this. Some of the research team got erections and wet stains in their pants, but that was to be expected. My body seemed to grow, but it was only just the muscles flexing with extra blood powered by my increased heart rate and adrenal gland going into overdrive. I soon came bucketloads, which, of course, was collected for study and consumption. I drank some of my own jizz back mixed with a protein shake, then worked out until long after my family had gone home. I spent a lot of time at the Institute, because I was too strong to live at home and was forever breaking things and putting my elbows through the walls and stuff. I could easily lift up the family car and toss it about fifty feet by this stage of my growth. I was even stronger after my growth spurt, so I could probably benchpress a fire truck now. On the night my birthday ended, I lay restless in my modified bed in my modified room at the Institute. I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to get bigger. These are the thoughts that ran through my head, chanted as a personal mantra to help me grow... huger and huger and huger... When I go to the gym, I don’t go to hang out, or to be seen, or to socialize. I go for one reason only: to BODYBUILD. This is reason for being. My only reason to exist. I exist solely to bodybuild. I am a bodybuilder. I need to grow my body bigger and stronger. And I will gain more and more freakish muscle as I enhance my BODYBUILDING progress in order to get so much bigger. So while the ‘normals’ of this world are showing off their enhanced pics on Instagram and doing shitty workouts with shitty weights, just for show and to grab more and more followers, THIS huge fucker is BODYBUILDING and BODYBUILDING, and BODY-FUCKING-BUILDING, GRRRRRRRR, bigger than he’s ever been. I AM A BODYBUILDER. AND I AM GOING TO GROW. AND GROW. AND GROW. I am the best built bodybuilder. I am the biggest and densest bodybuilder relative to my height. Gotta bodybuild and do so much more bodybuilding, so I can bodybuild and bodybuild and bodybuild huger than ever I AM A BODYBULDER. Aw fuck yeah!!! Watch me grow huge... into a huge bodybuilder. So huge from bodybuilding to be bodybuilt with the body of a massive bodybuilder. THIS is what bodybuilding is. It’s what it is to be a gigantic bodybuilder. I will bodybuild more. And when it seems like my bodybuilder’s body can’t grow any more, I will do more and more bodybuilding, breaking new ground, bodybuilding and bodybuilding and BODY-FUCKING-BUILDING MORE AND MORE AND GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! But the next week was hell. Because I didn’t gain another pound of muscle. And that pissed me off a great deal.
  3. RipMuscleton

    m/m Matt in the Mirror (Parts 1 - 13)

    I hope you enjoy what happens to Matt, a worried teen who grows to realize his dreams. Introduction The shirt was torn, useless…he didn’t care. It wasn’t going to last much longer with a body like that. Already it was difficult to button the shirt stretched by his huge chest dominated by massive, hanging pec slabs and by his enormous back packed with muscle upon muscle. The sleeves barely contained his mountainous arms, so tight it was difficult to move them. He loved the look, he loved the sensation, back to the gym tomorrow. The session in front of the mirror had exhausted him. He pulled himself off the floor, but in doing so heard his pants rip along the seams of the thighs. A new shirt and pants would be required for work. He sat on the edge of the bed and thought about how he had grown to this size… Part 1 “Matty, can you hear me?” his dad yelled. “I’d like your help cleaning out the garage.” Matt Nelson’s father probably didn’t need his help as his father was a large, strong man capable of lifting and moving more things than Matt could imagine. Greg Nelson had been a professional bodybuilder for a number of years and even though he no longer competed he retained some of the fantastic physique from his earlier days. Greg Nelson competed for close to six years, but eventually gave it up after he married Matt’s mom and started a family. Twin brothers, Ethan and Logan, were born to the family five years before Matt. While raising his three boys Greg continued to work out at the gym but never to the same extent as in his younger days. Greg had hoped his boys would take up bodybuilding and tried to encourage them by installing a small gym in the basement for their use, but it never amounted to more than a few half-hearted attempts. It probably didn’t matter given their genetics. They were already athletic and excelled at most sports and were often the envy of other teammates due to their size and natural abilities. Greg decided he was happy if they were happy. Logan loved wrestling and competed throughout his high school years moving up a weight class each year finally making it to the heavyweights when he became a senior. Ethan played football as he was a large teen as well. Both boys developed into muscular young men always a little ahead of their peers in physical development. Even their beards and chest hair developed quicker much to the envy of the other guys at school Ethan and Logan would soon be departing for college and wouldn’t be around to be a role model or offer advice to their younger brother Matt. Greg wasn’t sure Matt would listen to them, but at least advice from an older brother might be more acceptable than advice from worrisome parents. Greg just hoped Matt would find himself and gain some confidence and self-direction. Matt was always the quiet kid and usually kept to himself. You could say he was a loner and Greg hoped he would grow out of that but couldn’t be too sure of it. Time would tell. But quiet Matt had observed his brothers and father. He was intimidated by their bodies and wondered if he would develop like they did. At age 14 Matt worried and felt insecure about his body. He wasn’t sure what would happen during puberty, but was convinced that his body wouldn’t necessarily develop in the same way. Matt frequently looked at himself in the mirror trying to see if his body was changing, but all he could see was a skinny kid. Tufts of hair had started to appear under his arms, on his legs, and around his cock. What if his body grew to the size of his brothers or even his father? Wouldn’t that be awkward and embarrassing? Think of the attention he would get from everybody. Shy, loner Matt wasn’t sure he wanted any of that. But what if…? Was there a way he could get a sense of what it would look like? He had an idea. The garage door closed and Matt’s parents drove off leaving him alone in the house. Matt raced upstairs to the attic taking a dozen or so shirts with him. He started putting the shirts on one by one. In a storage box were his father’s old sweaters from his bodybuilding days which he put on over all the shirts. Now he was starting to look big. He added a jacket too and began to walk around the attic thinking about how it looked and felt. His heart was racing at this point. He flexed his arm and could feel the clothing constrict his movements. This was exciting and confusing. Wearing all these cloths made him feel hot and light headed. He needed to get out of them as quickly as possible. Besides, his parents could come home at any moment and he definitely wouldn’t want to be seen like this. That night after jumping into bed Matt replayed his attic experiment in his head and thought of how he could get more of the muscular look he desired. His heart started thumping at the prospect, but this time a new sensation arose that he hadn’t anticipated. He could tell his cock was starting to tingle and inflate. As it brushed against the sheets it grew even faster. Matt reached down and felt its warmth and hardness. He wasn’t sure what was going on but liked the feeling. He held his cock for a while until it became soft and then fell asleep. In the morning he noticed a sticky patch on the bed, still damp from the night. This had happened a few times in the past, but only at night when he was in bed. Uncertain as to its meaning Matt didn’t want to discuss it with his parents. He wasn’t sick and didn’t want to be seen as bed wetter and so kept quiet about it. Two weeks later he was back in the attic putting on all the clothes he could find. This time he wrapped towels around his legs before pulling on his dad’s pants. Instead of wearing a jacket on top he wore a buttoned shirt stuffed with towels arranged across his upper chest to simulate big pecs and cinched it all together at the waist to create a crude v-taper. The look perfected he began to walk around and noticed how tight everything felt. He carefully made his way downstairs to take a look in the mirror. He stood there and began flexing as he had seen his father do in competition photos. He liked what he saw and liked what he felt. By this time his blood was pulsing throughout his body and Matt began to shake. Was it the clothes or his thoughts that were creating the heat? Matt stood there flexing, feeling the tightness, imagining the weight, fantasizing about the look. Then it happened. His dick started to grow, but this time with a greater urgency than he had ever felt in bed. With so much stuffed in his pants there was little place for his cock to go and its constrained hardness became too much. Matt shot his load causing him to gasp and double over. Matt tried his clothing experiment many more times, each time with the same result. He knew what kind of body he wanted, but wasn’t yet sure his body would develop in that way.
  4. MuscleMorphing

    m/m James Llewellin

    I’m sitting in the front row drooling over James Llewellin for the entire comp, which he easily wins. Well, he must have noticed me staring because immediately after the trophies are passed out he walks down to where I’m at, grabs me by the collar and starts dragging me backstage! We’re behind a privacy curtain in the main prep room where he shoves me down onto a bench. I can see his big dick starting to swell up, barely contained by his tiny posing briefs. Damn he’s hung! He stands in front of me, his massive, shredded, hulking bodybuilder physique towering over me, beads of sweat are rolling over his massive pecs and trickling down his incredible washboard abs. Oh my god his arms are HUGE up close! I’m so scrawny… Anyway, he speaks for the first time, “You want this don’t you?” His muscles are heaving and rippling with excitement. I can see the giant, thick base of his cock exposed as it grows, pushing the posers down. I nod yes, and that’s all he needs. He pulls my pants and underwear off so fast I can’t believe it. He slings his posing briefs under his gigantic bull balls leaving his monster hanging there, almost hard. He shoves the tip in my mouth and I start licking. Not much of it fits in my mouth, but I do my best to get it all wet and slobbery. It’s ROCK HARD in less than a minute when he grabs me by the ankles and yanks them up, slamming my back onto the bench. He spits right onto my asshole and I feel the giant head of his monster pressing up against me. I take a deep breath in and he’s already shoved it part way in, by far the biggest thing I’ve ever taken. His girth is crazy! And I thought I had some fat dildos in my collection… His rough hand his grabbing my face hard. I reach down to my tiny rock hard dick pressed up against my stomach and stroke a little. He looks down and chuckles a little, “prev.” Great, I’m getting called names as my asshole is getting split wide open. I might as well go for the trifecta, “hit me” I manage to eek out. I guess it was a welcomed invitation because he slapping me across the face HARD. His palms are rough and callused and they hurt, but not as much as the superman cock slamming into and out of my ass. He’s long-strokin’ me good! I guess I am a perv because I squirt my load all over my chest and stomach. James picks me up while he stands, hugging me as he bounces me up and down on his pole. He’s fucking me like a little rag doll, and I take the opportunity to hold onto him tight. I’m hugging him, gripping onto his massive bowling-ball sized delts, feeling the lumps and bumps all over his muscular back and arms. Everything’s rock hard but warm and rippling in motion. Then I felt him erupt a couple times deep up inside me as he shoved it ALL THE WAY IN. Quickly lifting me up off his dick and placing me on the ground, he grabs a big handful of my hair and pulls my head back. I open my eyes and there was the biggest anaconda cock is aimed right at my face. It erupts with fury, spraying cum at the back of my throat and up my nose. I gag and cough spewing cum back out of my mouth, only to be met with more spraying right back at me. My god there was a lot! The thick white goo is matted in my hair, dripping from my brow, up my nose… everywhere! Oh yea, and it’s now falling out of my wide open asshole as I squat. His heavy member is just resting across my face. James took a step back. His cock flopped down off my face, softening, just hanging there in front of his giant balls. He kinda, sort’a shoved some of if back into his posers, and I laughed to myself noticing the number from the competition still pinned to his briefs. This champion bodybuilder muscle daddy had just destroyed me backstage! Fuck! “Well kid,” he said, “nice job. See you at the next one!” he said walking away. James looked relatively unscathed as he walked out from behind the curtain, except for his ridiculously huge package bobbling back and forth between his legs. Large knobby semi hard protrusions were pushing out everywhere from his pouch, but it was mostly contained now. The back of his posers were disheveled, not entirely covering his rock hard muscle ass, striations and sinew clearly visible. I look down at myself and realize I’m covered in tanner. I grab a towel on the ground and wipe it but it just smears. I put my underwear and pants back on and do my best to wipe the cum off my face. I know its all still in my hair and I try to just style it a little as if it were hair gel. I walk out from behind the curtain to leave and James is interviewing. I look in his direction. He’s gotta look fucking awesome on camera, huge and ripped to the bone. Veins popping out everywhere. And his obscene monster bulge just hangin’ out there for the world to gawk at. He see me and winks. I smile and walk away. Damn I need to get a bigger dildo
  5. Joejames1

    m/m He should have been first.

    He threw the trophy to the floor. The muscular head smashed off the figure and the plastic plinth it stood on smashed into pieces. “Second place? Second fucking place” - he knew he’d been robbed. Years of hard work, early mornings in the gym, the diet, the sacrifices ... the roids. He knew he was worth more than second place. He stood in the bathroom backstage, his body pumped, vascular and as big as it had ever been. Wearing only his deep red posing trunks which struggled to hold his leviathan back, he scanned his body. His pecs were full, round and a huge deep crevice between them dripped with sweat. Quads were massive, smooth and pushed his cock forward making it seem even bigger than it was. He looked good and he knew it. Ever since he’d taken up bodybuilding, he’d become sexually aroused by his growth. With every new growth spurt, it had sexually charged him, pushing him to want to add more size. He’d no need of a partner because looking at his bull like reflection turned him on - self worship was all he needed. He lifted his hulking arms up into a double bicep. The veins bulged like newly laid cables. He couldn’t resist - his tongue found the peak and it explored every inch. Next - down into a most muscular. “Fuck” he thought - “I’m a fucking GOD”. With that, the leviathan awoke. Uncurling itself from its sleep, his bulge grew bigger and bigger “yes, fuck - look at how big I’ve become” he roared. Now at full mast, the posing trunks could hardly contain the granite structure it held. His fingers and thumb felt along the elastic strap of the trunks, it was stretched to its capacity. His thumbs now under the strap hardly needed any help as he pulled them away from his body. The elastic gave way and his monstrous cock smashed against his abs. The posing trunks fell to the floor, ripped and ruined. Now totally naked he could explore his body further. His left hand slid down across his ridged steel abs to where his fingers could cup his avocado sized balls while his thumb stroked the heaving sack. His right hand grabbed the shaft and it began rhythmically stroking his member. His fingers rubbing the ridge of his mushroom while his thumb coaxed the precum from the slit. His body was tanned, huge and he knew he should have come first. He didn’t even notice the door to the bathroom close - he was too intent on worshipping his body. “What the fuck are you doing mate” - a voice called from behind him “This is a public bathroom - you fucking freak” - the voice continued. He couldn’t hear him - his body was all he could focus on. The voice came closer “Hey mate fucking stop that - that’s ..” But that’s as much as the voice said His left elbow smashed backwards into the guys jaw - momentarily leaving the comfort of his ball sack. The trophy the guy was carrying fell to the floor. He turned, naked, pumped and a mix of horny and angry. “Why the fuck they gave you first place ill never know” he said With that, his right hand stoped the rhythmic pumping of his cock and now in a fist - it hit him on the guys right cheekbone making a cracking sound as it did. Almost defiantly crushing the eye socket. The guy fell to the floor, catching his posing trunks on a door handle as he went, tearing them from his body. Writhing in pain, blood pouring from his cheek and nose, the guy was now naked and unable to move. “And that’s what you call an excuse for a dick?” He said staring at what looked like a prepubescent cock. “I’m bigger, I’m stronger and my dick is superior to yours” He stood over the guy in a most muscular pose, a string of precum from his abs to his cock. His right hand in a first again and this time it landed square in his already damaged jaw, cracking it as it came down. The guys tongue lolled out of his mouth, unable to speak, half dazed, half dead. The mighty bodybuilder was slain. He knelt down next to him, his throbbing cock in need of fulfilment. He took the guys head in one hand and with the other, fed his snake of a cock into the guys mouth. Now in a squat position and his member in place, both hands took control of the guys head. He forced it into and out of the guys mouth. Thrusting it with immense power and strength. Feeling the broken jaw cracking and being in control of such a huge muscular man, turned him on. His dick swelled with pleasure, knowing he’d now had taken out his opposition. The guy gagged and feebly tried to stop the rhythmic movement of his cock - but failed. He turned and looked in the mirror. Seeing the guy slumped on the floor and how his massive body had conquered it made his balls tighten - he was ready to unload. As if sensing it, the guy made a final attempt to stop him from ravaging his mouth - but failed. A hot stream of protein and roid cum pumped into the guys mouth. The guy began to choke. but this only spurred him on. Deeper he thrust his member, making sure the guy got one final and privileged protein shake before he died. Anabolic cum spewed into the guys throat and he was unable to resist. The guy inhaled and began to choke. With one final spurt it was over. He withdrew his satisfied cock and wiped the remainder of his cum on the guys cheek. He stood up and placed one foot on the guys chest. With a deep roar he pushed his foot down, his arms in a double bicep pose - the guys ribs cracked under his immense size and strength. The guy was finished, he’d taken his last breath. He looked in the mirror. He was victorious at last - as it should always have been. He walked over and picked the guys trophy up from the floor - it was his now and now the competition had been taken out - nobody else could stand in his way. He was the ultimate human being, a superior bodybuilder, a true muscle god.
  6. Mrmusclewriter

    Meet the Machine - The Wrong Fight Part 2

   8. Mrmusclewriter

    ***The Strength of a Bull*** (Part 1)

    Oh Paco, oh Paco, oh Paco, it sounded like a song or perhaps like a joke but it was the way the guys used to sing every time Paco “El Toro” Bautista used to step into the gym ready to train to death as he used to call his pro bodybuilding training. A Spanish bodybuilder, one of the few who went so far in the pro bodybuilder, a life worshipping the iron to build and develop a body that only in few could have around the world. Forget the King of Shred, Andres Munzer that was out of his league, Paco was from another planet. He was huge, massive, and dense, built like a tank. That body seemed to be carved in rock and stones, every muscular group looked like it was made from concrete bricks, every fibre was visible as his skin was made of the thinner fabric with the lowest fat percentage if not the total absence. El Toro was walking towards the weights, listening to that music of his worshippers’, drawing a proud smile on his face. He was walking with all his cockiness, nothing could pass through those huge and sculpted legs, and they were so big, massive and defined that could produce sparks when they touched each other. No t-shirt was big to stretch enough to keep that mole. The sleeves seemed to ask for forgiveness as they were rolled up, those biceps were huge, striated and full of vein, the pectorals ready to tear the t-shirt apart and the shorts tight enough to adhere very tightly to his big quads. The floor lightly shook. At first you had to pay attention. It was like someone was dropping heavy weights after a dead lift. A shadow passed over Oscar as he finished the last reps on his bench press. The man was wide and thick, more massive than any lifter here. Oscar was tired of this worship of this human steer... He walked up behind Paco and tapped his massive shoulder. Oscar noticed his hand looked small next to Paco's shoulder. The handsome Spanish turned brown eyes like shining dark pools fixed on his. Oscar spat in his face! Without warning he took advantage of the moment of blindness Paco had and grabbed his head hooking his arm over the back. He dropped his ass to the gym floor pulling Paco down with him. Paco’s head slammed into the cement floor sounding like a breaking coconut! Oscar hadn't prepared to be buried under Paco's massive body. The thickness of his chest and lats smothered over him. With all his power he kicked Paco's unconscious body off him and stood finally. He kicked the Spanish in the face. Everybody stopped, looked at the two bodybuilders, no one intervened, they kept watching, the worshippers were smiling as they knew Oscar won’t last longer in this life. Oscar kneeled and set over Paco’s massive chest, he punched his face several times, with rage and anger pictured on his face, it was pure violence, Paco could not have the time to cover his face, the attacks was fast and mean for a guy half of Paco’s size. El Toro’s face bounced in every direction of the punches, until Paco blocked the attack locking his hands over Oscar’s wrist. “My turn Oscar” Paco said with an irritate tone of voice. Paco bounced Oscar from his chest, releasing a grip but holding the other wrist and as the Hulk did to Loki, he started throwing Oscar’s body all over the floor and the benches like a ragdoll. The impacts were insane and deadly. Oscar body was hitting everywhere. Paco stopped for a second grabbing back the other wrist and with inhuman power he threw Oscar’s body over the concrete pile just before the entrance of the locker room. Marino screamed, Paco released the hold and his body fell off onto the floor. Paco was furious and angry, rage was loading every moment, Oscar was lying on the floor trying to revive him. “I am sorry Paco, forgive me” Oscar said when Paco approached him. The Spanish didn’t say a word and grabbed Oscar by his silver hair and dragged him into the huge locker room, like in those paint when the Neanderthal does the same to the poor wife. Oscar was slammed onto the locker that produced a loud and metallic sound. “You challenged me and I will take your life” stated Paco. “Please Paco, forgive me, please” Oscar cried. “I will fucking squeeze your stupid and pathetic life out of you, you will be bleeding to Death” Paco replied. Oscar tried to stand up and run away but Paco stomped his back, putting him down on the floor, applying pressure with the right foot. “Stay there Oscar” Paco said and Oscar moaned in pain while Paco was moving his foot over Oscar’s vertebrae as he was putting off a cigarette. The friction was so high that the bones started cracking under Paco’s pressure. Another stomp delivered by Paco and Oscar’s back bent; a loud scream went out from his mouth. Paco kneeled sliding his left leg under Oscar’s abdomen and the other leg over his spine. It felt like the entire Berlin Wall was falling on his back when Paco placed his legs over Oscar’s spine. Paco was not squeezing yet but the pain was already there. Paco’s quads were as hard as rock, dense and powerful. Still in pain for the savage attack Oscar was trying to push the big quads away before it was too late and indeed it was too late, Paco locked his ankles and squeezed. Pain appeared in Oscar’s face that was watching the floor and with a violent movement went up, he tried to scream but no sound got out. His mouth was already bleeding and Paco was only at the 5% of his power, reaching the full power would have meant the death of Oscar’s. “You are already bleeding, what a pussy!” Paco said with an evil smile. Oscar tried to speak but the words were unpredictable, too much pain, already. Paco increased the pressure more; his quads were full of vein and steel hard, his ankle perfectly locked as they were glued together while Oscar’s core was losing volume, becoming thinner and thinner. Due to the savage strength of the Spanish beast, Oscar’s body began bending upwards like a twig under a foot pressure. “It looks like your body is bending” Paco said. “Mmmhhh, please, let me go!” Oscar moaned in pain. “I am not going to break you now, I want to play with your body, take it to the extreme of its resistance and then I will fucking destroy, you know I can kill you” Paco stated with an evil tone of voice. The pressure grew, the vertebrae kept cracking and Paco released the hold. Oscar’s body got back to the original position with a cracking noise, like a part of engine without any lubricant. Paco stood up, bent over his victim, pulled by his air and lifted up. Suddenly Oscar found himself up in the air in a gorilla press, Paco’s right arm was holding his crotch and the left his chest, and he walked over and over the locker room, proud but at the same time crazy as the devil. The door of the locker room opened and two worshippers entered “the arena”. Paco was standing tall and massive, pressing his prey over the air like a gorilla. “Wow, I want to see this” the blonde guy said. “So do I, my friend, there will be blood” the other guy replied. “There will be many broken bones and Oscar dead” Paco replied. The blonde guy felt his cock becoming hard after Paco’s response. Both of the guys set down on a bench and watched the show like in a theatre, they probably needed some popcorn to enjoy the show. “Ready to land Oscar” Paco asked with a laugh. “Please don’t do it, I beg you” Paco slammed Oscar followed by his heavy body pressing him over the floor, like Bill Goldberg was used to do to his victims. A sound of two heavy body echoed inside the room, dust was spread over the air and the floor lightly cracked under the weight. Oscar screamed and split some blood, Paco laughed. “I guess, you have always desired my body over yours, haven’t you Oscar?” Oscar could not speak a work, Paco’s heavy weight did not allow him to properly breathe. Paco stood up and grabbed Oscar by the testicles that squirted for the iron grip, he was violently brought up. Paco performed an over the knee backbreaker, followed by another and another and yet another. Each time Oscar’s back hit Paco’s knee with a violent slam a scream of pain and blood got out from his mouth, his body bouncing semi lifeless like a weak twig over the giant’s knee. With the last backbreaker Paco screamed: “Get the fuck off my knee, you fucking useless bodybuilder”. Paco threw Oscar over the floor like a bag of potatoes that rolled for some feet like a heavy whiskey barrel. The worshipper were sitting on the bench watching to such power destroying that silver bodybuilder that acted so cocky and that was now paying the fees, entirely. They were excited; their bulges were growing as Paco kept destroying Oscar. Paco easily placed Oscar in a torture rack and began bending the silver daddy’s body. His body was bending easily under Paco’s strength as it was empty of its spinal backbone. Lex Luger was nothing compared to Paco applying that hold. Paco applied a long bending session and at the same time squeezed his right leg that became hard as rock and with all the muscles visible as built with pure har cement with an amount of veins that was incommensurable. Oscar yelled the longest and most painful scream in his entire life. “Now, if you still want to keep on worship me and you do not want to finish like this piece of shit over here, I want to play a game with you guy” Paco said to the two guys. The guys stood up, excited and ready. “What do you want us to do Sir Bautista” they both asked Paco. “I want one of you to grab this prick’s wrists, the other the ankles and to pull his body as hard as you can” Paco said. The two guys ran over Paco, they grabbed the designated part of the body and started pull down the victim while Paco was still torturing Oscar. Oscar’s body bent more almost reaching 180 degrees, he was screaming, spitting blood and saliva and his vertebrae cracked loudly. He lost consciousness.
  9. Mrmusclewriter

    ***Crushing The Mountain***

    Hafþór Júlíus "Thor" Björnsson one of the biggest and heaviest and strongest man in the world with 6’7’’ height and 400 lbs of weight, was standing on the podium holding his trophy with proud over the air. Standing next to the announcer and the tournament director he looked monstrous. He was a true giant walking the Earth. The crowd cheered as he was declared The Strongest man alive on Earth. Thor gained his fame as The Mountain from television. With those stats, no one would doubt he was just that, a mountain of male power. No one could stand a chance against him. He was too huge, too big and too strong even for a strongman but, never underestimates you opponent, great surprises might occur when you are not expecting them. “As part of this amazing day where we celebrate the best achievements of men and human power, I want to announce our two guests that have joined us today. Please give it up for Andy Polhill from Scotland and Chris Fitzpatrick from South Africa, our Professional Lifetime Strength Achievement winners and guests here today." Thor rolled his eyes as he heard the announcement and he thought. He pulled aside the tournament director and hissed at him, "Bodybuilders don’t fit in this competition. I didn't work this hard to just pose. My body does work. These children are fucking pricks!" the director stammered at the Mountain unsure what to do now that everyone was standing there. The guys stepped to the green and vast yard, wearing only their posing trunks, Andy in Metallic Grey and Chris in Shiny Blue. They started their routines, smug, cocky and with attitude. They flexed their muscles to the maximum showing what dedication can do and build. The crowd went mad watching those two little guys that compared to the strongmen present that day; they were like two little dwarves. The guys flirted with the audience and the strongmen; Thor was irritated by such arrogance and by the fact that they were literally stealing his stage. I will make them regret this insult, he thought. They do not belong here, he thought. The show went on for several minutes. Andy brought something from his country in the show, the Caber Toss, classic from the Scottish Highland Games. The host was talking during the entire bodybuilders’ show. As Andy was about to toss the log a shrill feedback squealed from the sound system turning heads away from the muscle men. Annoyed by their misplaced show, Thor took the microphone from the host’s hand and spoke, "Thanks guys, you showed yourself to the audience enough, go back to your cages.” The crowd went silent and Chris asked, “Cages? You think we're animals?" Thor smiled He loves it when the morons hand him straight lines. He said, “Well I think you are more like pets. Some animals are useful. I would never compare you to them. You are like dogs during the kennel beauty competition, dancing for the hope of snacks and your master's approval. You are nothing more,” said Thor as he dropped the microphone. Chris trembled in anger. Andy closed his eyes and a smile appeared in his face while a thought crossed his mind. This is going to be fun, Chris will kill him! Andy watched Chris fuming in anger. They both worked insanely hard to prepare for this appearance. He looked at Chris, "I got this..." he said. It seemed a demonstration is in order. He took the caber he was about to throw and levered it over his shoulders. He paused to set in a hard grip on either side of his shoulders and pulled down on the log. The air filled with crackling sounds. Splinters flew off the log and then suddenly, "CRAKK!" it sundered over Andy's shoulders! The crowd moaned a synchronized “WOW” and burst into crazy applause. “You will end up like this log, Thor, if you don’t apologize,” Andy said. Thor laughed hard not accustomed to ever apologizing to anyone for anything. “That was a simple trick.” Thor said with pride. He jumped off the podium and walked to a caber and grabbed it. He levered it over his shoulders and set into the same position. He pulled and with less noise and wait, it shattered over his shoulders! The crowd screamed in applause. Thor slowly walked toward the two muscle posers, finally taking in a look at them. Unlike strongmen, they were built from pure muscle, carved down to the least body fat, the essential muscle and power. They had huge arms and wide lats, massive legs, and handsome faces. Big men yes, but almost alien to what a strongman looks like. “I will crush you both, tiny men. I am the king of strength, I am the strongest man in the world and you are only two pretty little bodybuilders. Those posers are probably empty, aren’t they?” Thor taunted. He stood before Chris and grabbed his poser. Andy turned his head, laughing in disbelief at what he just did and watched his friend. Chris grabbed Thor’s testicles in a grip of iron! “I got you by the balls, don’t I?” Chris asked while grabbed the big man’s testicles. Chris let him go. He dropped to his knees gasping in pain, his eyes blinking in shocked surprise. The crowd didn't know what to do with this. Most of them very polite simple people, unaccustomed to seeing their champion behaving like this. He turned and there was Andy. Not wasting a second, Andy grabbed Thor's balls again! The massive man from Iceland was screaming like a child, his huge hand swallowed Andy's wrist as he was pulling, trying to get free from that powerful grip. The mountain pulled and just made the pain worse. The Mountain kept screaming as Chris walked him around, laughing at his cries of pain “I think you need to be convinced of our power big man," Chris said. "That's ok, I'm happy to do this for you. I think we're done squeezing your balls. Maybe we should squeeze something else?". Chris walked in with an arrogant strut. He was dense and compact, massive with stone like muscled power. His quads would have made even the muscle master Branch Warren might feel like he was an amateur - they were massive and veins wove a spidery pattern through them. He approached Andy and watched with delightful pleasure the huge strongman squirming in pain. “Doesn’t he sound like a fucking child screaming like that?” Chris asked Andy with his strong South African accent. “Fuck yeah, actual children are stronger than this pile of shit” replied Andy. “Look at his face, look at the pain in his eyes; you don’t look like a mountain now, do you?” Chris said, looking at Bjornsson’s face. His mouth was wide open, screaming loudly. Chris slapped the giant's face repeatedly rocking his head with hard brutal strikes as Andy relentlessly crushed his testicles “I can make them pop. Would u like that yu big ape?!” Andy said and doubled the crushing pressure of his grip forcing the Mountain to his toes. Bjornsson screamed, desperately saying anything to make the pain stop, “Please, forgive me, please!” He was a huge man, standing much taller than both of his tormentors. The muscle in his chest shook and trembled as he fought to endure the pain in his balls. The Icelandic strongman ground his teeth in humiliation and frustration at being manhandled and taunted by two men half his size. His mind turned from plans of revenge to hopes for personal mercy. Chris was not feeling merciful ,“Watch this Thor” Chris said. Chris flexed his huge quads, revealing massive quads with inhuman definition! They were thirty-two inches around and looked like woven bands of steel under his furry skin. "Imagine these wrapped around your body, killing you, crushing you to death." Chris pointed out Thor thought that threat was bullshit, but he just screamed and struggled weakly, unable to mouth off from the pain in his manhood. He was grabbing at Andy's wrist trying to get free. Chris nodded and said, "Release him." Andy let go but quickly moved into action. Andy released his grip on Thor's manhood just before throwing an uppercut shot at amazing speed, driving into Thor's open gut. So distracted with the relief of being released, Thor made no move to defend his core from the punch. He paid for that mistake. Andy's fist drove deeply into Thor's abdominal wall like a spear into his stomach. It sunk into Thor's body up to his forearm, breaking through Thor's abdominal wall. Andy smiled as Thor froze, breathless, trembling and wide-eyed from the sudden pain thrust through him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Chris screamed Andy looking and smiling at his friend The crowd reeled in horror at the sight. No one had ever seen a man punched so hard his guts ruptured, and no one expected Thor Björnsson to be that victim. Thor’s body was shaking, spitting blood from his lips. People screamed at the sight of blood drooling from his mouth. Some ran. The tournament director's face turned to an ashen color. He fumbled for the microphone. It hit the stage floor after Thor dropped it and somehow it rolled off the stage somewhere. He tried to talk over the panicking crowd. "Everyone, this is part of the show. Stay calm please!" inside he was hoping “please, please be part of the show”. If it wasn't he was worried his champion was seriously injured. His legs gave out and the only thing keeping him from falling was Andy's arm buried in his gut. Gore drooled slowly from Thor's mouth onto Andy's arm and chest. Andy violently pulled his fist from Thor’s gut and grabbed his throat pulling them face to face. Thor's blood ran down Andy's serious face slowly. With his other hand Andy punched the mountains face with a hammering rain of fists! "You stained me with your FILTHY blood! How DARE you!?" Thor fell to the floor in a wet splatter as Andy released him. Groaning and unable to speak, he rolled on the floor in agony. A massive blue and black bruise bloomed on his skin as he rocked and held himself. The internal bleeding from the damage Andy did was more and more visible. He coughed hard and a red splatter came to his lips running down his chest! Ignoring Thor's pains, Andy did revealed a beautiful sculpted massive body and a pair of shiny metallic grey posers hugging close the thickly muscled legs he worked all his life to build. He turned and flexed for Chris. His partner smiled and the audience squirmed with discomfort at being ignored as two huge men began a slow mating dance. His movements were beautiful feast for any bodybuilder fan. His body was ripped to the bone, a massive, dense and compact body. Without saying, he was a soul dedicated to the art of iron and at the same time a deadly machine of human power. He sneered at the Mountain with contempt. Thor was trying to stand up but his face and his stomach were throbbing in pain. The bruise spread over his lower torso revealing the extent of the damage one punch from Andy could cause. Chris rolled a 165 pound concrete Atlas stone over to his friend. “Show this pathetic shit Mountain a bit of your fucking strength,” Chris asked. Andy nodded and felt Chris' arm in a slow moment of appreciation where they ignored Thor. He smiled and said, "For you, not him!". Andy took the ball and slid his massive quads around the rock, standing hard and solid, focusing his will and power. He placed his hands over his hips, watching the Mountain with a smile making sure he saw this demonstration of power. Suddenly his face became serious as his chest expanded, his legs flared into rippling power. His legs turned red with the effort. Andy took a single deep breath and flexed deeper. A loud noise thundered through the caber yard like a mortar round landing as the ball exploded into crushed pieces between his quads. Chunks of concrete fell to the ground. The Mountain watched breathless as Andy destroyed the Atlas Stone. The Icelandic strongman was on all fours, shocked and helpless as his broken guts hurt horribly, watching the demonstration and was wondering how it was possible that a small bodybuilder could have such power. He knew he could never shatter an Atlas stone. “Dear God, Andy, your power is unbelievable” Chris said. “Fuck yeah, I am Scottish, we're fucking strong” Andy replied. “Indeed, you fucking are” Chris said, stroking Andy's chest in respectful admiration. His face turned to a sneer. Chris walked towards Thor and stopped in front of him, towering over him laying on the grass and said, "I would love to ride you like a horse," Thor looked up at him and said, "Fuck off," said holding his stomach. His hand felt over the dent that was still impressed into his core by Andy's fist. "You are going to be my stallion, little mountain,” Andy laughed out and loud as Chris jumped over Thor’s back grabbing his hair and screamed. “Dirty farm animal! Let’s go for a ride, hi-ha!” Chris moved like he was riding a mechanical practice riding bull where you try to stay riding as long as you can. The South African bodybuilders loved that moment, laughing and screaming for the fun. Chris looked around and the crowd was stunned into silence. At first they were panicking, but now they watched, as if this was some show of some other species of mankind that somehow they didn't know about, some kind of superior men that bred and loved and put each other through brutal trials. “Chris, use those legs to squeeze him. For me. Squeeze him to submission and show everyone here what you can do,” Andy asked. “Oh yes, I can squeeze him to DEATH! I was waiting for you to ask” Chris replied. The tournament director shook with fear. Are they really going to kill their champion? Chris quickly moved them to their sides hauling his huge victim over to the ground. The Mountain had a very thick middle compared to the other smaller men and Christ struggled to cross his ankles. "No don't!" The Mountain complained as Andy knelt next to them helping Chris cross his ankles. Groaning under the effort to pack Thor's waist into the vice, Chris finally locked them tight and dropped back flexing his legs hard! His quads swelled to a huge thickness and veins and striations of muscle stood through his skin. "AUGHGhghhh!" Thor cried out in pain reaching Chris' ankles trying to unhook them. Andy stepped in behind Thor pulling his arms back and Chris kept his legs tight around The Mountain. With one knee over his navel, one over his back, Andy's quads were crushing harder and harder destroying Thor’s waist. He was slowly being crushed as inches of his waist disappeared, legs closing through Thor. Chris was grinding his teeth in a demoniac face of pleasure and effort as Thor's waist crushed into a thinner and thinner space! One last groaning sick squeal came out of The Mountain, a barely human noise of tortured pain, and then he fell silent unable to make sound and barely able to breathe at all. Those huge and hard quads were a human meat grinder. With Andy holding Thor's arms back, his chest and core exposed wide, there was no way to unlock his ankles from that position. Thor was kicking the floor trying to tap out a submission. His mouth opened on a silent scream, desperately trying to breathe. Chris launched a burst of incredible pressure his grip higher on Thor's body clamping over his lower ribs. Thor's ribcage was being compressed harder as tears ran down his bearded face and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth. The Mountain was slowly crumbling inside and the internal damage was getting worse by the second. This was in a lethal vise! He knew he was going to be killed if he didn't get out soon. “The poor strongman is crying” Andy said, looking at his friend torturing the big guy. “Do you want to scream for your mummy big lad?” Chris asked Thor with a sarcastic tone of his voice. Chris growled summing the power to increase his crushing power further. "AWUGhghghhhhhgawwwd!!!" Thor screamed as his ribs started breaking. His legs visibly cut into Thor several more inches. The crush increased so much, even Andy winced seeing the horrible torture the big man was suddenly forced to accept. Thor screamed loudly as his ribs began splintering under the python- like pressure. “Fuck yes, this is music for my ears” Chris said as he heard Thor scream. Then a sharp *thump* sounded inside Thor as his eyes snapped wide. More ribs were cracked under the horrible crush of pressure from Chris' body scissors. Andy applauded when he heard that noise. “Isn’t my fucking friend a myth? Isn’t he the master of domination” Andy said walking over the yard. The tournament director walked up to the men, "Please don't kill him?" he said pleading for his champion. "Or what?" Andy said standing facing the director like a wall of force. "What will you do?" Thor yelled loudly and vomited a mixture of saliva and blood from his mouth that landed over the green grass; tears poured from his eyes and ran on his face, joining at the cheeks like a stream meets the lake. It was like a horror movie when the killer is torturing his prey. The director knew he wouldn't be able to do anything. “I can break you in half if I want” Chris said “I give up, please, I give up, let me go” Thor moaned. Chris let Thor loose and he fell to the ground coughing up blood. "You said my muscle is useless?!" Chris shouted at him. He still clenched his fists in fury. Thor rolled over the yard, in pain, bleeding and yet crying, he put his hand over the broken rib but only touching it was an immense pain. Andy high fived Chris, they hug each other in adoration. “My turn!” Andy said. Andy walked towards Thor that was lying on his back. Andy was towering over Thor. With his legs opened and with one had lifted Thor’s head and brought it up to lock in his huge quads, with the giant’s face facing Andy’s crotch. Thor could see how huge Andy's legs are from this vantage. It was like kneeling before a wall of heat and power. Andy spread his massive legs and with a quick movement locked them over Thor’s head like jaws swallowing his head and blocking out the sun. As Andy's leg closed hard smothering the strongman's face, Thor felt like a concrete wall was crushed his face. The pressure started Thor breathed heavily trying to work with the pain. He shut his eyes in pain. Andy’s hand was still holding the back of his head. He closed his right hand in a fist, and started punching Thor’s forehead. Thor’s body shook with spasms from the powerful smashing strikes, his legs kicking, his hands trying to pull open those massive and deadly quads. Andy suddenly concentrated his efforts in crushing with his deadly scissor. His quads flexed harder and harder, making fibers of powerful muscle stand visible under the hairy fur that covered his legs. Andy squeezed Thor’s face viciously as previously he did to his testicle. His jaw suddenly broke! A cracking noise sounded and two teeth popped jumped out of Thor’s mouth hitting the ground as the face of the powerful Mountain was slowly mangled. Cool and quiet, Andy said, “For a giant of your size, I was expecting that your bones to be less fragile." Chris got back into the action and grabbed Thor’s ankles lifting his body off the ground. He looked at Andy, then onto the face of the horrified tournament director and back to Andy saying, “I wonder if he grows a couple inches if I PULL!" He smiled wickedly and made the director object. "NO no no no! This is murder!" Andy listened to the director and looked at Chris, then back to the director. "No, Murder?' Andy laughed like this was a joke. "No, we play rough. That's all. We do this all the time," Andy said, blatantly lying to the director. "We do?" Chris asked with a smile. "You do?" the director said with relief in his voice. “Uhhh, yea we do. Wanna try Chris?” Andy said. Chris nodded and grabbed for Thor's legs. The Mountain was trying to kick out of Chris' grip by thrashing and moaning. His voice was muffled under the crushing pressure. Blood was running down Chris' inner quad over his calf, leaking from Thor's crushed jaw and numerous cuts into his tongue. "He should calm down and remember it's just us playing rough then," Chris said smirking. His face turned serious and he punched Thor in the groin four times articulating each word. “Calm! The! Fuck! Down!” Thor stopped moving and a moaned like a sick animal. Chris pulled Thor towards himself while he was still in Andy’s quads, Thor moaned, the only sound he could do in that moment. Chris was pulling hard, stretching his body, suspending him from Andy's crushing grip. Then let go. Thumpf! “There are so many bones to break” Chris said. He twisted Thor’s right ankle and with seeming ease, his foot twisted and hung at a tortured angle. He kept twisting until it looked mangled around 180 degrees. With a nod to each other, both tormentors simultaneously dropped the Mountain’s body onto the floor. The director quietly asked, "Are you sure you are playing?" They started walking in circle around Thor as he rolled in pure pain, completely ignoring the director. They circled the Mountain like predators. Many bones in his body were broken. He was crying, moaning and screaming hoping that the nightmare was over. “Well Thor, this is the fall of a Mountain” Andy said, looking at his victim on the floor. “You know, we are not finished yet. The best is coming,” Chris said. They both stopped walking around their victim, Chris stared at Andy so did Andy and both punched their pectorals in a Tanzanian way. “Oh yeah, the HUMAN WRINGER” they both announced at the same time. The Human Wringer is the most frightening and painful hold that two mortal beings can apply to another person. Lucky is the victim if dies before it's finished. Andy stood in front of Thor’s head while Chris to his feet. Both bent down and grabbed Thor. Andy held Thor’s under his arms gripping his armpits. Chris grabbed Thor’s ankles. Their victim struggled weakly in pain and moaning was begging for mercy with no strength left in order to get him free. The death dance started. While Andy was keeping Thor’s upped body locked, Chris started twisting the lower portions like he was wringing wet laundry. Chris’s power was incredible, turning and twisting the Mountain's thick legs, flexing his chest to huge pumped muscle. A more brittle victim would have had his legs broken or hips dislocated but the relentless twisting, but Thor was thick and massive. His body twisted easily and the sounds of his bones cracking and tendons snapping were being heard far away. The director looked on in horror and realized he was lied to. He ran for the building behind him. The crowd shrieked in horror. Thor was crying and screaming, his mount pouring blood and tears coming out from his mouth. They wanted to stop Andy and Chris but had no idea how to begin. It turned some in the audience shared the bodybuilder's attitude and shouted, "Kill him!" One other shouted, "Fuck him up!" Both of the guys did not watch their prey or the crowd but they kept starting at each other with an evil smile. Thor’s was slowly brought to a 90 degrees twist. Chris played with his body, Turning back and then twisting hard again slowly making more damage and progress. It went on for few minutes with that evil game. Andy knew that Chris was about to give the fatal twist and he was correct. With a sharp movement Chris cranked Thor’s body around 180 degrees. His backbone snapped in two parts, the muscles and tendons holding him together were torn, and his torso faced the ground. His face saw the sky but his feet and hips faced the turf. Thor cried out in agony, gouts of blood erupted and gurgled from his mouth. To everyone's surprise he was not dead. His tormentors walked towards each other, bending Thor's body, folding him in half with little effort. Thor was bent with his face forced into the back of his knees. Thor was not able to scream but only to moan with a faint voice. in spite of his power, his huge arms were lying lifeless at his sides. The crowd muttered as someone else came to the lawn. Andy and Chris looked up and nodded at the huge Viking approaching them. “He is all for you master” Chris said to the Viking walking towards the two guys. It was The Viking, Josh Maley, a 6’5’ and 330 lbs giant, a huge English bodybuilder , long beard, Mohawk cut hair, a powerful and commanding giant. He did not say a word. Andy and Chris slid Thor’s body over Josh’s huge arms and stepped away He wrapped his arms over the semi-lifeless Mountain’s body and started squeezing in a death bearhug. The Mountain’s legs, arm, spine and ribcage were squeezed and packed into that powerful grip. The huge body of Josh Maley erupted in massive muscle as he flexed and applied a deathsqueeze to the Mountain. He was unable to move, let alone struggle out of this Viking's hold. "They saved you for me," he hissed at The Mountain. "Your death is here and it is Josh Maley." With that, he squeezed around the Mountain. Thor's body bled in places few have ever witnessed. blood gushed from his mouth and ears. A gout of blood erupted from his ass staining his shorts a blackish red. Thor passed out and his body and went completely still. Few people in the crowd noticed the helicopter landing west of the announcer's platform. Thor was dropped lifeless and wrung into twisted mangled death. His body slammed onto the ground. Andy gave his discarded shirt to Josh to wipe the blood from his hands and body. Chris knelt before Josh in a sign of pure submission to the giant. "Get up my sins, we must leave before his people raise revolt. We will handle them in time." A man came from the audience to stand before Josh Maley. "Take me with you," he said. He had blond hair and a beautiful muscled build, although merely half the weight and power of Andy and Chris. "I am the director's son. Please take me. I will work and prove myself to you or die." Josh Maley turned and looked at him. "Are you not afraid to die?" "Why would that matter," the young man said. "We all die." The Viking looked down at him. He suddenly lunged in and wrapped his arms around the young man lifting him into his deadly bearhug and squeezed him tightly. "AUGHHHhh!" The young man wailed in pain, but set his face into one of endurance. His body looked as he was just swallowed by a monster of muscle. The Viking hissed into his ear, "Maybe I will kill you now." The kid opened his eyes facing his doom and said, "Maybe you will." the moment hung in time. The Viking squeezed an inch tighter. The kid hissed in pain, but never broke his stare into the Viking's eyes. Josh Maley dropped the kid and walked toward the helicopter. The kid moaned holding his body on the yard as Andy and Chris approached. "Come on," Andy said offering the kid a hand. "What just happened?" the kid asked. "You passed the first test," Chris said. "How do you know?" the kid asked. "You're not coughing up blood," Andy said. The kid nodded getting up and walking behind them as they walked to the helicopter. "What's your name?" he asked the kid. "Nils Bengtsen," he said. "God, that's a stupid name," Chris said. "You're now called Brazen." "What?" the newly named Brazen asked. "Why?" "Cause that took balls," Andy said. "Keep up or I'll kill you myself." They got into the helicopter as the director came out of the building with his phone screaming, "Nils! They took my son!" [end]
  10. DenF

    When the Mountain Fell Off

    Part I: The Rocks Rolls Off The Mountain “I got you by the balls, don’t I” Andy asked while grabbed the big man’s testicles. The massive man from Iceland was screaming like a child, his huge hand swallowed Andy's wrist as he was pulling, trying to get free from that powerful grip. Andy was a bodybuilder from Scotland with huge arms and a grip like Iron. The mountain pulled and just made the pain worse. The Mountain kept screaming as Chris walked him around, laughing at his cries of pain “It’s not the only one part of your body that my friend and I will squeeze”. Chris, a 265 lbs South African bodybuilder, a dense and compact body, carved to the bones with a pair of quads that would have made Branch Warren feel as an amateur, stopped beside Andy and watched with delightful pleasure the face of the huge strongman in pain “Doesn’t he fucking sound like a child screaming like that?” Chris asked Andy with his strong South African accent. “Fuck yeah, children are stronger than this pile of shit” replied Andy. “Look at his face, look at the pain in his eyes; you don’t look like a mountain now, do you?” Chris said, looking at Bjornsson’s face. His mouth was wide open, screaming loudly. Chris slapped the giant's face repeatedly rocking his head with hard brutal strikes as Andy relentlessly crushed his testicles “I can make them pop, one at the time!” Andy said and doubled the crushing pressure of his grip forcing the Mountain to his toes. “Please, forgive me, please!” Bjornsson screamed. The Icelandic strongman ground his teeth in humiliation and frustration at being manhandled and taunted by two men half his size. His mind turned with plans of revenge and hopes for mercy. Chris stripped down revealing his blue posing trunks under his gym shorts. “Watch this Thor” Chris said. Chris flexed his huge quads, revealing massive quads with inhuman definition! They were thirty-two inches around and looked like woven bands of steel under his furry skin. "Imagine these wrapped around your body, killing you, crushing you to death." Chris pointed out Thor was still in Andy’s grip, screaming. “Chris, look at this” Andy said watching his friend. Andy released his grip on Thor's manhood just before throwing an uppercut shot at amazing speed, driving into Thor's open gut. So distracted with the relief of being released, Thor made no move to defend his core. Andy's fist punched deeply into Thor's abdominal wall like a spear into his stomach. It sunk entirely into Thor's body up to his forearm. Andy smiled as Thor froze, breathless, trembling and wide eyed from the sudden pain running through him. The mountain felt wet all over his private and rivulet tearing down from his right legs, the mountain went wet, pissed him, he was humiliated by whom he called dwarf some minutes before. “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” screamed Andy looking and smirking at his friend Thor’s body was shaking, spit blood. Gore drooled slowly from Thor's mouth onto Andy's arm and chest. Andy violently pulled his fist from Thor’s gut and grabbed his throat pulling them face to face. Thor's blood ran down Andy's serious face slowly. With his other hand Andy punched the mountains face with a hammering rain of fists! "You stained me with your FILTHY blood! How DARE you!?" The violence was cruel and shocking. Thor fell to the floor in a wet splatter as Andy released him. Groaning and unable to speak, he rolled on the floor in agony. Andy stripped himself like his friend did staying only with a pair of shiny metallic grey posers. He flexed, every movement was a feast for every bodybuilder’s fan. His body was ripped to the bone, a massive, dense and compact body, a soul dedicated to the art of iron and at the same time a deadly machine. His proud and arrogance was drawn all over his face. Thor was trying to stand up but his face and his stomach were still sore. Chris rolled on 165 lbs concrete Atlas stone over this friend. “What about showing the shitty Mountain a bit of your fucking strength” Chris asked. “Fuck yes” Andy said with proud on his face. Andy took the ball and placed it over his massive quads that turned rock hard solid, his hands over the hips, his face smiling and smirking. Suddenly his face became serious and with a loud noise, the ball exploded between his quads. Pieces of concrete fell off on the ground. Andy destroyed the Atlas Stone. The Icelandic strongman was on all fours position, he was shocked watching at that scene and was wondering how it was possible that a small bodybuilder could have such power. “Dear God, Andy, your power is unbelievable” Chris said. “Fuck yeah, I am Scottish, we are fucking strong” Andy replied. “Indeed, you fucking are” Chris said. Chris walked towards Thor and stopped in front of him, towering he stated: “I would love to ride you like a horse, you are going to be my stallion” Andy laughed out and loud, Chris jumped over Thor’s back grabbing his hair and screamed: “Dirty horse, let’s go for a ride, hi-ha” Chris was moving like he was over one of those mechanic bulls where you have to stay until you fell off from him. The South African bodybuilders was loving that moment, laughing and screaming for the fun. “Chris, what about squeezing the Mountain?” Andy asked “Oh fucking yes, I was waiting for you to ask” Chris replied Chris squeezed Thor’s ribcage as Andy was helping the friend to lock his ankles, the pressure was increasing minute after minute. Those quads were becoming harder and harder wrapped over Thor’s ribcage. Chris was grinding his teeth in a demoniac face of pleasure. Those huge and hard quads were a human grinder; there was no way to unlock the ankles from that position. Thor was slapping the floor like he when in a wrestling match you scream out for submission. His mouth opened on a silent scream, seeking out oxygen. His ribcage was being compressed as he couldn’t breathe properly, tears coming down from his eyes; the Mountain was in total domination. “The strongman is crying” Andy said, looking at his friend torturing the big guy. “Do you want to scream for your mummy big lad?” Chris asked Thor with a sarcastic tone of his voice. Thor screamed loudly as his ribs began grinding under the python embracement. “Fuck yes, this is music for my ears” Chris said as he heard the ribs cracking under the pounds of pressure of his scissor. Andy applauded when he heard that noise. “Isn’t my fucking friend a myth? Isn’t he the master of domination” Andy said walking over the yard. The yard was a green open space where hours before the competition for the strongest man in the world was concluded, crowning Hafþór Júlíus "Thor" Björnsson the strongest man alive. Other strongmen were there witnessing the carnage the two bodybuilder were consuming, none of them willing to help the strongman. 5 Hours Earlier. Hafþór Júlíus "Thor" Björnsson won the competition as strongest man alive in the planet. He was standing on the podium holding his trophy with proud over the air. “After this amazing day of strong people, I want to announce our two guests today. Please welcome to the field, Andy Polhill and Chris Fitzpatrick” the host screamed out on the microphone, walking up and won on the edge of the green field, waving his right hand over the air. Thor rolled his eyes as he heard the announcement and he thought. Bodybuilders don’t fit in this competitions, it’s not about how big you are but how strong you are. The guys stepped to the green yard with cockiness, wearing only their posing trunks, Andy in Metallic Grey and Chris in Shiny Blue. They started their routines, aggressive and with attitude. They flexed their muscles to the maximum showing what dedication can do and build. The crowd went mad watching those two little guys that compared to the strongmen; they were like two little dwarves. The guys flirted with the audience and the strongmen; Thor was irritated by such arrogance they were stealing the moment to him. I will make them pay, he thought. They are no match to me, they need a lesson, he thought. The Mountain was 397 lbs and 6’9’’; no one could stand a chance against him. He was too huge, too big and too strong even for a strongman but, never underestimates you opponent, great surprises might occur when you are not expecting them. The show went on for several minutes. Andy brought the Caber Toss to his show, one of the specialities of the Scottish Highland Game. The host was talking during the entire bodybuilders’ show but while Andy was about to toss the log a shrills sound interrupted the event. Annoyed by that stupid show, Thor took the microphone from the host’s hand and spoke: “Thanks guys, you showed yourself to the audience enough, go back to your cages” The crowd went silent and Chris spoke raising his voice: “Cages, do you think we are animals” “Well yes, you are like dog during the beauty competition, not more” said Thor. Anger escalated in Chris’s body. Andy place the log on the green ground, in a vertical position, he then shifted it in horizontal over his shoulder and pulled the log down, after some seconds the log broke in two pieces. The crowd moaned a synchronized “WOW”. “You will end up like this log, Thor, if you don’t moderate your tone” Andy said. “Do you really think I am scared” Thor asked. “You must be” Chris replied. Thor stormed towards the two guys.
  11. Hello Everyone, below, a preview of my story that I will be updating on the weekly basis...The Mountain Thor Bjornsson has to face the truth that he is not the strongest man in the world... ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** “I got you by the ball, don’t I” asked Andy while he had his grip over the Mountain’s testicles. The mountain was screaming like a kid and, wrapped Andy’s wrist trying to set him free but Andy increased the pressure twisting the crotch at the same time. The mountain kept screaming, while Chris was walking around and laughing at him. “It’s not the only one part of your body that my friend and I will be squeezing”. Chris stopped beside Andy and watched with delightful pleasure the face of the huge strongman in pain. “Does your kid scream like this shit Andy” asked Chris. “No way my friend. My son is butcher and he is only 10” replied Andy. “Look at his face, look at the pain in his eyes” Said Chris looking at Bjornsson’s face, the mouth was wide open, screaming loudly. Chris slapped the giant’s face, another time and another again and the face bounced in both directions, Andy was still squeezing his testicles. “I can make them pop, one at the time!” said Andy. “Please, forgive me, please!” screamed Bjornsson.
  12. Hey everyone! Chapter 13 is now available to view in full on my Patreon! Take a look at this short preview below. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need a few more supporters to reach start the new tier. Please consider support if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! Patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Halloween Special Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 13 - Taken patreon.com/rekoobaz The young bodybuilder stood in the gangway huffing and puffing, his muscles still tingling slightly with growth. Gage smirked at the bulging bodybuilder, "I'll take that fuck you were talking about now.” ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— The flustered bodybuilder could barely react before Gage grabbed him and pushed his enormously muscled body into the galley, his back landing on the table. Gage sauntered in after him, stalking his prey. Eero looked up at the roided out man as he surveyed Eero's godly new muscle, the poor young bodybuilder could almost not see past his massive muscle-tits. "Fuck, man! Ya even more huge than yesterday, Docs nanites are a miracle, they've turned you into a muscled deity," gage marvelled, "and now I get to reap the benefits.” Gage grabbed onto Eero's legs and pushed more of his body onto the table, Eero too out of breath to object. Gage then climbed on top of the table and straddled Eero. Despite the fantastic fuck he'd just had with Gaeten, Eero himself had not cum. The sight of Gage's roided out muscle though had his tumescent meat quickly returning to full hardness. Gage begun grinding back and forth on top of Eero as he removed his clothes, pulling his stringer tank over his head before lifting off Eero slightly to remove his tattered denim cutoffs. Gage's average 6 incher slipped from the confines of the cutoffs, Gage deciding not to wear underwear today (a decision he came to a lot), the excited erection slapped against the underside of Gages roided gut. Gage then shifted his body back over Eero's pelvis, his hand fishing around behind him, freeing Eero's erection from its mesh and lycra confines. Eventually the throbbing member broke free, flicking up and brushing against Gage's taint, the sensation sending sharp stabs of pleasure across his body eliciting a howl of delight from his mouth. "Ahhh! Lemme have that cock," the roided bottom yelled. "Fuck, yesss," Eero breathed as Gage grabbed hold of the bodybuilders 8.5inches, aiming it at his hole. "Awwwghhh! Fuck Yeah!” Gage crashed down upon Eero’s pelvis, the full, thick erection penetrating his hole all the way. "Ahhh," Eero sighed with pleasure, the wet man-pussy felt amazing, massaging his meat as Gage began to buck back and forth. Just like Scipio, Gage was an insatiable bottom. But unlike Scipio, the rugged, roided Gage loved taking control and riding cock as much as possible like the good power-bottom he was. Gage's enthusiastic bucking had the table shaking violently, threatening to tear itself clean from the bolts holding it to the floor. But Gages enthusiasm really got Eero in the mood, and soon he was pounding Gages stretched hole with just as much energy as the mans bucking. The racket they were making meant they didn't hear Bale return. The amused doctor watched the pair going at it on the table, inevitably feeling a stirring in his loins as he enjoyed the view of Eero's member pistoning in and out of Gage's wet man-pussy. Bale didn't want to just be an observer though. During a brief pause in their energetic love making Bale was able to raise his voice over the racket. "Ahem," Bale mock cleared his throat, "people eat off of there you know.” Gage turned and Eero lifted his head over his pecs to see a very horny Doctor with a wicked look, massaging the bulge in his pants. "As a doctor I have to say its very unhygienic, tsk tsk!” "If thats the case then you better join in to make sure we're following safe hygiene practices," Gage suggested, winking. Bale approached the table, "I think that would be for the best,” Bale grabbed Eero's legs and pulled him back to the edge of the table so his legs were hanging. Gage leaned forward pressing his face into Eero's big muscle-tits, this meant his butt was now more exposed, allowing Bale to line himself up. "He's not seriously gonna-" Eero asked in disbelief "Don't worry, I can take it, more to the point I fuckin' love it!" Gage yelled. Eero then shivered with delight as he felt Bale seductively slide the tip of his erect 10 inches over Eero's taint to then rest against the underside of what little bit of Eero's cock wasn't buried deep in Gages fuck-chute. Bales erection tapped incessantly against the edge of Gages stretched hole and Eero's throbbing cock, requesting access to Gages man-pussy. Gage relaxed as best he could around Eero's cock, trying to slacken up a bit to allow Bale in. Bale could feel it, and when Gages hole twitched Bale began his assault. "AWWW FUCK YEAHH!" Gage bellowed. "Uhhhhh!" Eero moaned as he felt Bales meat squeeze in next to his own, heightening his pleasure, feeling the throbs from the doctors pulsing erection. The two got into a nice in out motion, stretching out Gages man-pussy more than ever before. Gage and Eero made out roughly while Bale massaged Gages thick muscular back, their steady thrusting and stroking made them look like a well oiled, sweaty machine. With two well sized cocks abusing his hole Gage was the first to cum, spraying his diminutive, roid affected load along Eero's cobbled abs. "Mmmmmmm! Frrrrk," He muffled into Eero's mouth while kissing. Bale and Eero though could go quite a bit longer, battering Gages prostate for another good ten minutes, in which time Gage had moved from making out with Eero to making out with his massive pecs, licking adoringly all over, suckling and biting at the fat nipples and burying his face in the deep cleavage. "Uhhh, m-make love to my massive pecs!" Eero ordered. He loved the attention received. Sadly Gage was so good he pushed Eero over the edge, the young bodybuilder exploding his load deep inside the stretched man-pussy. Bale could feel it, and reciprocated, painting Gages hole. Eero's and Bales cum miked together in Gages hole, filling the hungry bottom up to overflowing, the excess cum spurting out around their throbbing members, spilling onto the table below. It made quite a mess that Argento would have to clean up. The trio collapsed into a sweaty heap on top of the table, breathing heavily, but contentedly. "Fuckk" Gage breathed as he was sandwiched between the other two, "best double penetration yet!” Eero and Bale smiled in their post-coital haze at the affirmation.————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 13! To see the full chapter and more head over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. 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  13. Hey everyone! Chapter 12The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 12 - The Shoot patreon.com/rekoobaz Eventually the trio made it to their destination. "Gaeten told me just to let ourselves in," Scipio announced as they arrived at what appeared to be a villa. "He only uses this place when he comes into the city, the guy is loaded!” Eero followed Scipio through the unassuming front courtyard, Scipio swiping his Slate against the front door to let them in. The inside was much more impressive. As the front door swung itself open, the amazing interior was revealed. The place was sleek and minimalist, sparsely furnished. The walls were adorned with black and white prints of what must have been Gaeten's work. Eero noted that they were all tightly cropped images of the male form, a muscular male form. Eero felt a tightness in his shorts as he gazed upon the erotic imagery. All of the rooms looked south out over a balcony that wrapped around the villa and gave panoramic views of the city as it stepped down the hillsides towards the shores of Lake Et Nitido. Eero could see now why they were shooting there, although he was worried that the views of the city might distract from the views of his muscles. Close, but not a chance. "Your bag, Sir," Argento spoke as he handed Eero his bag, whose face was pressed up against the glass, looking at the view in wonderment. "Gaeten asked that you tan up for your photoshoot, stuff should be in your bag," Scipio explained. "Allow me to help you, Sir," Argento spoke quickly, and smiling, almost wickedly? "Bathroom should be through there," Scipio pointed. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero stood in the middle of the rather luxurious bathroom, much more spacious than the tiny cubicle on the Musculus, and began to remove his clothes. Argento came up behind Eero, "Allow me, Sir," the metallic man insisted as he rested his hand on Eero's thick shoulder. "O-okay then," Eero replied, letting go of his sweatshirt. Argento grabbed hold of Eero's waist and pulled the young bodybuilder in close against his own chest, he loved holding Eero close. He reached over Eero's shoulders, tracing his fingers down Eero's front, not forgetting grasp Eero's pecs and pinch his nipples on the way down, eliciting a delighted moan from the big muscle-slut. Eero's head was nestled in between Argento's own massive biceps, acting comically almost like a neck pillow stopping Eero's head from lolling to the side in bliss as the robot assaulted his torso with pleasure. "Mmmm," Eero moaned, tilting his head to one side to delicately kiss Argento's right bicep. Sensors acting like the hair follicles on human skin relayed the sensation to Argento's positronic brain, filling his artificial body with pleasure. As a result, Eero could feel the unmistakable sensation of Argento's silicone phallus growing against his lower back. Argento grabbed at the hem of Eero's sweatshirt, dragging his fingers across Eero's abs as he pulled the garment up past Eero's massive pecs and then over his head. Once it was off Eero turned to face Argento and rewarded him with a deep open mouth kiss. "That feels very nice, Sir," Argento spoke as Eero pulled away, "you are making me feel pleasure.” "How about now?" Eero asked as he grasped the metallic mans full 14 inches with his hand, tugging enthusiastically at the silicone erection that had been bobbing eagerly in front of him. "Oh y-yes, S-Sir," Argento jerked, one of his eyelids twitching slightly, his artificial brain overloading with pleasure signals. "And what about no-wphff," Eero asked as he knelt down and swallowed the plump head of the metallic mans pulsing erection. Argento's software was being overloaded with pleasure signals, no one had ever pleasured him orally, usually he was the one doing it. "S-s-s-sir, p-p-please, my s-s-software cannot-," Argento's voice lagged. Eero quickly stopped sensing something was wrong. "Are you okay Argie?" Eero asked as he stood, steadying the pleasure stricken robot. "My apologies, Sir," Argento spoke, "My internal hardware needs to be upgraded, my software cannot keep up with all the pleasure signals.” Eero had to chuckle a little. "Sorry Argie, didn't mean to overwork you," Eero smiled sheepishly. "Do not apologise, Sir, It is I who should apologise. I am not able to fully cater to your desires," Argento lamented. "Perhaps we should continue getting undressed," Eero suggested. Argento agreed, and knelt down to remove Eero's mesh shorts, gently pulling them down over Eero's mighty quads and diamond calves. The big muscled robot was now left to survey the magnificence of Eero's tightly clad bulge. Argento cupped it gently in his hands like he was handling a precious artefact. He then crept his fingers upwards to the straps of his thong, pulling it down slowly until Eero's eager tumescent erection slipped free. Argento did encounter some resistance as he continued to pull the thong down, the strip of fabric along the back once again caught between Eero's glutes. And again, Eero received a pleasant spark of pleasure as the thong rubbed against his eager, wanting fuck-chute. Once Eero was fully undressed, Argento commenced slathering the young bodybuilder with the thick copper tanning lotion. Eero leant against the glass overlooking the city, steadying himself so Argento could apply it evenly over his body. Although Argento knew the tanning lotion might seep in through the gaps in his hands to the mechanics below, the metallic man took the risk so he could revel in the joy of running his hands over Eero’s muscles. "Even bigger than before, very impressive, Sir," Argento complimented Eero on his recent growth. Argento started by generously massaging the thick tanning agent generously into Eero's lower back, expertly giving Eero a deep tissue massage at the same time, loosening up every muscle ready to flex in front of the camera. The thick lotion mixed with Eero's light skin, turning it into glistening, rippling liquid gold. Every muscle on his thickly corded back popped under the light. "Ahhh, thats nice Argie, go lower!" Eero breathed. Argento slid his metallic hands downwards to Eero's epic bubblebutt, rubbing the lotion in hard circular motions which spread the cheeks apart with each motion, exposing the bodybuilders tight little fuckchute. The erotic sight had Argento's artificial salivary glands working overtime, the metallic man practically drooling over Eero's liquid gold buns. "We need to make sure we get everywhere, Sir," Argento announced. With that, Argento squeezed more of the tanning lotion onto his hands, before bending down and tracing his finger from Eero's tailbone down into the deep crevice of his bubble-butt. "Ohhhh, Argie!" Eero gasped. Eero knew he should've been focused on getting ready, but he wasn't going to deny his metallic friend the pleasure of worshipping his body, or deny himself. "Y-you know what to do . .," Eero breathed. Indeed he did. Argento drew his finger lower until it was rested on the prize, Eero's twitching fuck-chute. Argento gently applied force to Eero's hole, slowly penetrating it with his finger, eliciting a crescendo of moans from the bodybuilder. Argento drew his one finger in and out slowly, then added another, and another. "Awwwghhhh! Argie! Fuck Yes!" Eero bellowed, a racket not unheard by Scipio outside. With his free hand Argento reached between Eero's thick legs, grabbing hold of the muscle-sluts throbbing erection. Argento began stroking it in time with the thrusts of his fingers, overwhelming Eero with a heady mix of pleasure from both ends. Argento hadn't forgotten to coat his hand in tanning lotion before grabbing hold of Eero's erection. "As I said, Sir, everywhere," Argento stated. "F-f-fuuuckk!" was all Eero could utter, his face pressed against the window. It didn't take long for the inevitable to happen, Eero had been pent up all morning, his tight clothes rubbing and riding up against his hole, Argento’s pleasure overload and now his expert ministrations. "Unnghhhhharghhh!" Eero bellowed as his load burst forth from his tanning lotion lubed erection. Argento caught most of it in his hand, holding a tight fist over Eero's purple head, the rest splattered against the glass leaving a sticky mess. "Unh, Unh, Unh," Eero's shallow breaths echoed through the bathroom, "If-if thats your approach to applying tanning lotion Argie then you better be joining me at my next contest," Eero laughed a little, still short of breath. “It would be my pleasure, Sir, it may also help relieve you of any nerves before your contest," the metallic man smiled wickedly. "And look what I have here," he continued. Eero turned and saw his emissions running down Argento's tan covered fingers. The bodybuilder gently grabbed hold of Argento's mighty metal and silicone arm and guided the fingers towards his mouth. Eero licked his own generous load off Argento's finger, methodically running his tongue between each digit, not wanting to miss a drop. "Mmmmm," Eero moaned. Argento looked very aroused by Eero's lewd act. "It seems I may have been a little too liberal with the lotion, Sir, we may not have enough to cover the rest of your body, especially your pectorals," Argento explained. "Then you'll just have to rub off some of the excess from the rest of my body," Eero grinned. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 114. MuscleMorphing

    Redneck Boyfriend

    So I got this new boyfriend... he's a bodybuilder that I met at the gym... I know, I know, it's f'ing crazy! This guy is crazy! Totally not my type. You know I go for clean-cut guys, boys with metro style and model-quality muscle. So this guy drinks Bud, listens to death metal and country, and drives a freakin HUGE pick 'em up truck that's dirty as shit. So much for my Mercedes driving pretty boys. And you know I always top... I banged the fuck out of those twunks! Well get this, uh... the first time we met at the gym he hit on me hard, I mean aggressive. Dude wanted to hook up BAD. So we go back to my place and he proceeds to tear me a new asshole with his thick ol' cock. I've never taken anything like that before. I'm usually the one plowin ass! This muscle freak dominated the fuck out of me and then completely unloaded a metric shit-ton of cum all over my face! I was still trying to process the whole experience days later. All I could think about was that ripped muscle monster man-handling me. My asshole was just starting to feel better when he hit me up on facebook, "Hey man, sorry about the other night. I'll take you out for some dinner to make up for it." I was totally confused. This guy was the polar opposite of my type. In fact, I hated tatted up redneck honky-tonk fucks. But I just couldn't resist. So, he picked me up in his dirty-ass pickup truck. I had to climb all the way up in like I was scaling Mt Everest or something, diesel fumes stinking, rumbling and loud as fuck. Anyway, he took me to a fairly nice restaurant and was actually very nice, even gentlemanly I might say, and not stupid either. Plus I got to stare at his freaky forearms all evening, inhumanly thick, crisscrossed with popped-up veins. This guy was definitely a bodybuilder. His shoulders were so broad it was like out of a comic book, and his traps pushed the collar of his shirt up to his ears. This country boy was starting to grow on me. I stared at his ass while walking back to his truck like I was an adolescent boy or something. His wranglers could barely contain his muscle butt, and bodybuilder thighs made the jeans look more like leggings. I did my best to burn in my memory the image of his massive bulge as he helped me up in the truck. This dude had a fucking hog, and some serious bull balls to match. He drives me back to my place. "Come in for another drink," I suggest, and he agrees. "You know I'm a bodybuilder right?" he asks inside. "Yea, looks like it," I answer. And before I know it he's peeling off his jeans to reveal his massive striated quads, crazy rock hard and ripped to shreds. Not only that, but he's not wearing any briefs, just a tiny, skimpy pair of competition briefs with spaghetti-thin straps and a MASSIVE bulging pouch that is STRETCHED to its limits. He reaches down and adjusts his package. Oh fuck! He's wearing a cock ring! After the adjustment, everything gets shoved back in the pouch resulting in a MONSTEROUS bulge that defies gravity and sticks way out, macho as fuck! "I need to practice my posing. Wanna help me out?" "Uh, ok," I managed to eek out. The shirt came off a fraction of a second later. His waist is tight, narrow, shredded. His chest, arms and back are huge, swole, jacked up, very unlike a normal 'fit' guy. This is different. This is bodybuilder different. I mean, I'm fit. I hit the gym hard and take some pride in my muscles being big and well defined, but when I get next to Dillon, I look like a ten year old boy. His pecs stick out past his stomach and create deep shadows, emphasizing their size. They ripple and pop with each little move. His arms are massive like a comic book hero's, only his are real, and right in front of me. God those triceps stick out... normal people do not have arms this thick! His delts sit like huge round cannon balls on top of his arms and his traps pop out for that extra freak factor. Fuck! He hasn't even started posing yet and I'm rock hard! By the end of my private muscle show, I was naked from the waist down with a raging hard on and Dillon's cock was fully erect laying flat up against his stomach, while his balls continued to occupy his posers, making a bulge that would still be the envy of most bodybuilders. So I walk over on my knees and start to suck... clearly he was waiting for this, because he started to face fuck me. That fucker had me licking his cock and sucking his tip for no more than 30 seconds before trying to shove that huge thing down my throat! I fell back choking and gagging. I've never trained my gag reflex or practiced deep throating, and now he thinks I'm going to swallow that monster?! Crack! He gives me a good firm slap across my cheek. Fuck! I used to be the one slapping little bitch twinks around in bed. Acting like a dominating muscle stud. I couldn't even begin to try and slap this guy around. And before I could even finish my thought, I felt his strong hand on the back of my neck guiding his monster cock back towards my mouth. Well, no time to train my gag reflex or practice with a dildo because Dillon just decided he was going to do it anyway! I couldn't believe something so thick and so fat could even fit in my mouth, let alone go down my throat... all the way down my throat. Holy fuck his giant bull balls were all the way up to my chin, my eyes felt like they were popping out. My neck felt like it would explode. His hand let go and his giant python slid back out of my throat, allowing me to gasp for breath, my face red and saliva dripping from Dillon's monster. I coughed, hacking, trying to catch my breath. He does it again. Oh my god it hurt! He goes in and out a bit and lets go again. I gasp for breath again as I stare at this muscle beast about to gag me again with his monster cock. His ripped sinewy abs are rippling and heaving as he breathes, huge thick heavy pecs tower over his tight narrow waist. Now I understand those tats. I hate tats, but these are war paint... heightening his intimidation, making him look scary. His cock comes back for a full-on face fuck. In and out, in and out, hard. I literally don't know if I'm going to survive this, and then right as full panic sets in, he pulls back out and blasts my face with cum. I've never seen cum like that... he just blasts me over and over and over, painting my face with thick cum. It's all over my lips and mouth, up my nose, dripping from my brow, in my hair, on my chest. Fuck! I've hardly caught my breath before he throws me on my hands and knees and I could feel the cool lube being squirted on my exposed asshole, then the intense pain of his long thick cock entering my ass. Fuck! What kind of monster is this guy? I though he was done, now he's gotta stick it in another hole. I'm looking over at myself in the hallway mirror, cum all over my face, cum dripping from my ear, a look of despair... He's got a fist full of my hair holding my head up and back as he rides me. I see his huge arm extended out, packed with muscle on top of muscle. His arm measurement has to be as big as my leg measurement, fuck, bigger... and he's shredded! His tricep is popped, sticking out like crazy with striations and veins. And his unflexed bicep is just sitting there on top of his arm like some massive mound of meat. And those forearms... intertwined with thick woven ropes of muscles. Popping out like some enormous giant muscle group. What a fucking muscle monster! Dude's in full on beast mode! I though he was going to go soft after blowing that load, but no, he's still rock hard and plowing me like a mother-fucker. He's got to be at least 12 inches... feels like 24. Thank god it wasn't long before he flips me on my back, pulls out and shoots AGAIN all over my chest and 'abs'. "Nice job city boy," says Dillon as I lay there about to cry. He's trying to sweet talk me with his country twang. "Wasn't so bad now, was it?" Fuck yea it was bad, I thought. I'm trying not to loose it. "Pose some more," I manage to get out laying on my back. He smiles. His cock is softening and hanging down, but still engorged and full. His muscles are swole, pumped up from all the exercise and excitement. I can't believe his body. I've never been with a bodybuilder before. He starts hitting poses, abs and thigh, double bicep, most muscular. Fuck, this guy looks bigger than the pros. I'm now rock hard and beating off furiously. "Hey Dillon, try those posers back on," I shouted out, gaining more confidence. He smiled and happly obliged. I love a good bulge, and a rediculously obscene bulge it was. He struggled to cram everything back into the pouch. "That's a good look for your next comp!" I said, his swollen package barely contained by the fabric. I feel like I'm in a fantasy. "Yea! Extra points for the complete package!" he agreed grabbing his bulge. I can't hold it anymore and I blow my load all over myself. Shot all the way up to my face! Coating myself with more cum on top of all of Dillon's. He's still flexing away like some sort of porn star/muscle monster/bodybuilding champ. What a fuck! I slip back on my briefs, and Dillon re-applies his skin tight wranglers before sauntering back out to his truck, shirtless, shoeless glistening with sweat in the street lights, and he drives off in the middle of the night. Facebook again, Dillon is keeping in touch. We're asking about each other. Talking about our growing relationship. He sends me a ticket to his upcoming bodybuilding show, and I'm ecstatic! I've never been to a competition before, although I wacked off to a few on TV. Competition day comes, damn this is a good seat. How the fuck am I going to conceal my hard on while watching a parade of muscle studs?! Anyway, Dillon show up on stage for comparison and my heart skips a beat... fuck he looks good, tan under the stage lights. OK, he's not bigger than Phil or Kai like it seemed before, but god damn is he huge and shredded! You know, after a good workout, I used to think that I looked like a competition ready bodybuilder... haha was I fucking wrong! And oh my god, the package between Dillon's legs is beastly! Everyone else on stage looks like they have a little colored triangle patch in front of their crotch, but not Dillon. He's got a fucking PACKAGE! What a stud. The other competitors are looking over, catching quick glances of what a real man's bulge looks like. Dillon's acting like nothing, just smiling big, oh shit, he just found me and winked. Is he getting hard? His swelling cock is starting to strain his posers, but he's able to keep it under control. There's no way that thing could contain Dillon's fully erect cock! They turn for a side pose and his bulge is obscene, sticking out, packed FULL to the limit. Everyone else's bulge disappears behing their thighs, but not Dillon's. Nowhere for that to hide. My non-expert eye can't quite tell if he's going to come out on top or not. The pre-judging is over and Dillon comes out to say hi... wearing nothing more than his skimpy competition posers... "I made the cut to be in the evening show," he said excitedly. Dam he looked hot! This is the first time I really ever saw him up close like this. He was musty smelling and sweating from all the posing. My eyes lingered at his massive protruding package, and scanned across his impossibly thick muscled quads. "Yea, that's awesome!" I said, despite the fact that my mind was way elsewhere. There's nothing more that I wanted to do than sling those briefs under his gigantic nuts and start sucking that cock! He clearly noticed me staring... "Hey, I'm doing a special posing routine just for you," Dillon said as he grabbed his package with a wide open grip and shook it a little, giving a coy grin. God, you could just see the weightiness of it. It's substantial size and mass made evident by the grab. "Noticed how turned on you were the other night by my package, so I'm highlighting it in my posing routine." And with that he winked and went back stage. Damn, it always seems as though I'm left staring at that rock hard muscle butt has he walks away! Any what the fuck does a special posing routine mean? The evening show begins, and several other bodybuilders go first. They are hot... it's like foreplay... they pose to music, acting cocky and strutting around. I have to admit, they're fucking jacked! Then Dillon comes on stage, and he looks HUGE. Instaboner for me! And it doesn't take long for me to see what's special about his routine. In the prejudging he was very calculated, doing all the mandatories and nothing extra. Now he was one fire! I swear to you he didn't stop touching his posers. Every pose he did he managed to tug and pull on those thin little poser straps, making his package bulge up, down, sideways. There was no overlooking the fact that he was HUNG AS FUCK. Dillon made it cocky and in your face. He tugged up hard on both straps for his lat spread. He hooked both his thumbs under the straps and tugged his posers down low, low, low to show his abs. Fuck, I thought I saw the top of his dick for a minute... One pose he grabbed just one of the straps and pulled it so far out I though it might snap! God his package was huge! There were even a few times where he just grabbed it, made some 'fuck yea' faces to the audience. I was cumming in my pants. He ended up winning the overall despite being marked down for "inappropriate posing gear". Best of all, he immediately hustled me back to his hotel room. Blew off all the interviews, gave up any extra money from post-contest photo shoots, said he'd pick up the trophy and check later. Back in the room, he immediately pulled off his sweats. Fuck! Dillon still had his posers on...
  15. (Apologies for the weird black lines on the formatting, it keeps happening despite me trying to fix it.) Hi There All! Chapter 11 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the preview for you to take a look at. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 9 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) Chapter 6 (Teaser) Halloween Special (Full) Chapter 7 (Teaser) Chapter 8 (Teaser) Chapter 9 (Teaser) Chapter 10 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 11 (TEASER) - Bigger patreon.com/rekoobaz Bale prepared the syringe, a lot bigger and aggressive looking compared to the first time, but it was a bigger dose after all. "Just like before, just lay back on the exam table here and relax," Bale guided Eero to lie flat on the table. Eero complied and lay back, taking a deep breath and trying to keep his arousal at bay so the doctor could continue his work. Bale pointed the needle at Eero's shoulder. The dullest pain could be felt as the needle pierced the skin, Eero held his breath, a few seconds, and then, done. "And there we go," Bale spoke, discarding the syringe. "So how long do you expect for it to take effect this time?" Eero asked. "Always hard to say, but probably around an hour," Bale guessed. "Hmmm, what to do in the meantime I wonder," a coy look returning to Eero's face, this time intentional as he stared at Bale. "I'll finish up here, go wait in your cabin," Bale ordered. ———————————————————————————————— # ——————————————————————————————————— Soon after, Eero and Bale were washing themselves off together, squeezed into the Musculus' tiny shower cubicle, still waiting patiently for Eero's growth to begin. They didn't have much longer to wait. As the water cascaded over the their muscles, Eero began to feel a familiar numb tingling, like pins and needles, all over his body. The sensation spread quickly and Eero gasped. "Doc! It's starting! Unhhhh!” This time, only the dullest pain could be felt as the nanites went to work rebuilding Eero's muscles, starting around his shoulders where the metallic muscle builders had been injected. Eero's shoulders grew wider, his deltoids rounding out even more in a beautiful curve the weaved down into the tops of his biceps and triceps, they too thickening up quite quickly. Eero's arms had always been somewhat average compared to the rest of his body but now they were rock hard, pulsing canons of might! The growth continued to spread around Eero's torso, his traps enlarged, hugging his neck and the growth moved towards Eero's already monumental pecs, fortunately, their growth was minimal, bringing their size into better proportion with the rest of his body, but the cleavage was even more impressive Bale noticed as he watched the transformation slack-jawed. He wanted nothing more than to run his tongue up and down the deep crevice as he watched mesmerised as the water from the shower cascaded down the deep valley. Bale grabbed Eero's wet arms and held the growing bodybuilder tightly, savouring the beauty of his transformation, "Ohhh Doc, it feels sooo gooood this time!" Eero moaned. His cock growing erect again despite just having spilt his load all over Bale in his cabin. Eero did experience a slight stab of pain as he felt his fat nipples enlarge a little more, now finger like nubs hanging from two massive muscle-tits. His waist barely grew at all, creating a phenomenal taper downwards. His abs and obliques grew more plump, looking like they were trying to break free from his skin, but they were still held taut against the narrow waist. Eero's significant bubble butt became more boulder like, his twin globes pushing out further from his lower back seemingly defying gravity in the process, as Eero shuffled around in the tight shower cubicle the boulders jiggled ever so slightly, indicating they would still be good fun to play with, especially when Eero's tight little thong was separating those massive cheeks. Eero's calves split and became wider and fiercer looking, an extreme taper could be seen as the muscle thinned out toward the bodybuilders ankles, an aesthetic that was seen a lot across Eero's body, a contrast between thick and delicate. Eero began to think the nanites had done their work as any signs of pain began to disappear, but the nanites still had one more surprise for the bodybuilder. Hair began to sprout across Eero's jaw, creating a very sexy 5 o'clock shadow. Dirty blonder hair also sprouted across Eero's now even more substantial body, making Eero look very manly and virile. Shame, because of course body hair was a big no-no for a bodybuilder, especially one due for a photoshoot the next day. Bale stepped out of the cubicle to fully survey Eero's musculature. He was almost godly. Bale watched as Eero inspected his improved body as the water continued to cascade over him. Bale couldn't help but begin jacking himself off as he watched the show. "How much do I weigh now?" Eero spoke aloud as he stepped from the shower, not bothering to dry himself and stepped onto the scales next to the basin. Bale watched from over Eero's thick shoulder as the numbers slowly blinked higher and higher, 240, 245, 250, 255, 261! "Holy shit Doc! 261lbs! Thats over 15lbs of growth this time!" Eero yelled excitedly. "Oi! Whats the hold up in there?” Gage yelled as he banged on the door, waiting to use the shower. Bale and Eero looked at each other, grinning, and unlocked the door. The 'whoosh' of door opening was a good sound effect to describe Gages breath being taken away. He stood in the doorway stunned as he took in Eero's new size. It took a lot for the gruff ex-marine to be speechless. But the new size of the sexy muscle-slut before him certainly did the trick. "Fuck," was all gage could muster. Eero laughed, "I'd love to sometime.” Gage actually went red! "But not right now, I've got an early start tomorrow," Eero slapped Gage on the ass as he walked out of the shower room, the big muscle-slut brimming with confidence after his latest growth. ———————————————————————————————— # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 11! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. (Links above) If you're interested you can find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated! Don't forget to check out Eero on Tumblr. Enjoy all the sexy stuff that inspires The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero!
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    The Giant Football Coach - Chapter 8

    https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12573-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-1-2/ https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12587-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-3/ https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12662-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-4/ https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12823-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-5/ https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13046-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-6/ https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13442-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-7/ Chapter 8: The Big Game The next morning my teammates and I awoke and made our way to the team's cafeteria for our typical pre-game breakfast. We noticed that strangely, most of the assistant coaches were not there enjoying breakfast with us. In fact, I saw a couple of assistants hustling quickly down the hallway as I walked into the cafeteria. I didn't think much of it, since, of course, this would be my first ever collegiate football game and being the first game of the season, I expected there to be some hectic surprises. The rest of the day the team hung out at the athletic center. As the game neared, I was becoming more and more nervous. Some of the upper-classmen noticed and did their best to give me pep talks and calm me down. Being just a freshmen, I appreciated the support, but it didn't calm my nerves much. Early in the afternoon we gathered in the players auditorium to run through our game plan with the assistant heat coach. Obviously, Coach Wood's massive leg wouldn't have fit in there, much less his entire impressive physique. Thus, Assistant Coach Harvey came in and led us through the game plan. At the end of the run through, Jamal asked. “Is Coach going to be on the sidelines with us?” Jamal and some others had also sensed some unease among the athletic staff throughout the day. Coach Harvey looked over the crowd of players, we could tell he was a little bit nervous, and spoke, “I'm positive he will be. I'll be frank with you all, The College Sports Association was offering some concerns about how to allow a man of Coach's size to be on the sidelines and it seems they attempted to force the school to disallow him to be on the sidelines.” A murmur wafted through the large crowd of amped-up young jocks. Coach Harvey quieted us and continued, “But, as our athletic staff has been researching, there's no rule against a giant man being on the sidelines so we don't see any reason why Coach won't be at the game. We are actively discussing with the Association and will confirm our stance with them. In the meantime, don't you worry about this matter. You young men have a huge opening game against our bitter rivals, the Monroe Mauraders. You focus on that, that's what Coach would want, got it!?” We all shook our heads and broke the meeting. After hanging out in the recreation room and eating another pregame meal fuel up, it was finally time to head to the locker rooms and get ready. The dozens of men around me began slipping into their pregame rituals. We had about 45 minutes before we had to be out on the field to warm up. Many of my now scantily clad teammates put in noise canceling headphones to zone out to their favorite warmup music. The jokesters of the group wandered around making fun to break the tension for those of us who were nervous. The Senior captains, clad only in football pants, their ripped upper torso's exposed, came around to quickly speak to each player and offer words of encouragement. The environment was brimming with amped-up testosterone waiting for competitive release on the gridiron. Soon we were suited up and ready to head out on the field. Assistant Coach Harvey came in to give us a little speech to pump us up some more. With and excited grin, he assured that our Giant Head Coach would be out there with us. This caused a raucous roar of approval from the team of young Brutes. Clad in our cleats, pants and undershirts, we each grabbed our shoulder pads and helmets and started for the exit of the locker room. The locker room wasn't directly connected to the stadium, we would have to cross a small, off-limits parking lot to enter the small stadium. The lot was specifically for the vising team busses, refs, and other College Sports Association (CSA) officials. As we headed for the door we felt a rumble on the ground. Jamal spoke up, “Awesome! The crowd must already be here, even for warmups! We don't usually feel the ground start to shake until the pregame show when the crowd is going nuts. Damn, I love our fans!” This further excited the rest of the team. We exited the door and began trotting down the soft carpet to the stadium entrance. We noticed it was a bright, beautiful, sunny, late summer day. I noticed we were bathed in shade, which was odd since there were no tall buildings or trees nearby. Then we heard some deep, deep rumblings that shook us to our core. I turned my head to my left, as did the rest of my team, and froze. My mouth hung open as I stared at the most magnificent, most awe-inspiring, yet terrifying sight I had ever seen. There, standing in the parking lot was Coach, clad in his normal outfit, sans shirt of course. Only he was bigger. Not just a little bigger. MUCH. MUCH. BIGGER. Whereas before the tallest members of our team reached the bottom of his tremendous diamond shaped calf muscles, now we didn't even clear the tops of his sneakers. The deep rumbling continued as we realized Coach was chuckling at us. The giant man leaned forward to address us. His upper torso was so muscular that he would have had to stand well back in order to see us over his monumental pecs without leaning forward. The monster muscle man opened his mouth and spoke. “HELLO DOWN THERE, BOYS. BOY, MY BIG STRONG BRUTE MEN SURE ARE LOOKING AWFULLY TINY LATELY! BUT DON'T WORRY, EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING LOOKS TINY TO ME LATELY, HEH HEH. WOW, YOU LITTLE GUYS DON'T BARELY REACH TO THE TOPS OF MY SNEAKERS, AND YOU ARE SOME OF THE BIGGEST MEN ON CAMPUS. YOU GUYS REALLY MAKE ME FEEL BIG!!!” Coach quickly stood straight up and reached HIGH into the sky. From our comparatively minuscule vantage point it looked like he could reach up and grab the sun. He then brought his arms down into a mind-blowing double-biceps pose. I'm sure the approaching fans got an amazing view. But, for us, he was so damn HUGE we could really only see the hulking triceps of his under arms, which were so pumped they hid his peaks from our eyes. He dropped the pose and again leaned forward, quickly adjusting his unavoidable bulge. “WHAT DO YOU THINK, BOYS? DO YOU THINK THERE WILL EVER BE A BRUTE AS HUGE AS ME!!” Myself and team began to overcome our natural fear and awe and happily shouted up our praise. A chorus of “No way, Coach!”, “You are the biggest Brute EVER!”, “A fuckin' MUSCLE GIANT!” and other similar platitudes emanated from my awestruck teammates. Coach grinned at us from far above. “SORRY I MISSED THE TEAM MEETINGS TODAY. I JUST COULDN'T FIT ALL THIS MASS IN THOSE TINY, ANT SIZED BUILDINGS.” He smirked down at us and continued, “YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED THE POWER WENT OUT LAST NIGHT. I WAS HEADED TO THE DEAN'S OFFICE WHEN I WALKED INTO SOME POWER LINES. DAMN THINGS ARE SO TINY TO ME DIDN'T EVEN SEE THEM AS MY LEGS CRASHED RIGHT INTO THEM. THE PHYSICS DOC SAID THE ENERGY WAS GREAT ENOUGH TO CAUSE ANOTHER GROWTH EPISODE. HE SAID I AGAIN DOUBLED IN HEIGHT! ISN'T THAT AWESOME, LITTLE MEN. YOUR COACH IS NOW A 100 FT COLOSSUS OF HUGE BODYBUILDER BEEF! GRRRRRRRR!!!” Coach growled and crunched into a most muscular pose above us, shielding us from the sun above and filling the entire team's vision with rippling, vascular, shredded, prodigious musculature. His growl was so ferociously loud we all shirked. Coach immediately noticed and quieted himself. “OOPS. SORRY LITTLE MEN. I'M SO HUGE THAT EVEN MY VOICE IS OVERPOWERING!” The players and myself began walking around Coach, examining his towering frame. Coach, pleased as peacock, simply stood still with his hands on his hips and with a bright handsome smile on his face as he looked down to us. We stood next to his sneakers, hardly able to comprehend the size of his footwear that were each the size of vans. We marveled that even at our highest reach our hands were far under the heavy sagging meat of his Fankhouser-esque calves. Jamal looked up and shouted up to our leader, “So glad you could be here, Coach. Coach Harvey said the CSA tried to keep you away.” Coach leered down to us with an ominous grin. “OH, THEY TRIED TO KEEP ME AWAY. A COUPLE OF GOVERNMENT GUYS CAME BY TOO AND TRIED TO GET ME TO GO WITH THEM. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? SOME TINY LITTLE "OFFICIAL" RUNTS TRYING TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO?” Coach leaned over, brought up his left arm and FLEXED his awe-inspiring biceps to full peak. Simultaneously, he reached over with his right arm and pointed at the boulder sized muscle. This time he angled himself forward so we could see the enormous mass bulge up from his arm. I remember how Coach had earlier said that he thought he was still growing slightly more muscular along with his sudden spurts of height and I could clearly see this in his arm. His astounding arm looked like it could've now been 26 or 27 inches around if he were at his previous mere moral height of six and a half feet. His biceps was so large that when he flexed, there was virtually no space between the mounded biceps muscle and thick elongated muscles of his forearm. “ALL I HAD TO DO WAS POINT AT THIS MUSCLE TO THEM KNOW WHO MAKES THE RULES. I TOLD THE LITTLE SHRIMPS THAT NO ONE IS GOING TO KEEP ME FROM COACHING MY BRUTES TO A VICTORY TODAY. AND THERE WAS NOTHING THEY COULD DO TO STOP ME. HELL, AT MY SIZE NO ONE COULD STOP ME FROM DOING ANYTHING IF I DON'T WANT THEM TO!” Coach sneered cockily as he relayed his story to us. It was impossible not to sense a bit of fear from his attitude. I imagined the CSA and government men pissing their pants as they tried in futility to tell the biggest, strongest, most powerful being on the planet what to do. Coach was an intimidating man at just 6 ft 6 inches tall. At 100 ft, that intimidation factor was magnified exponentially. Coach, sensing our unease, softened his expression. “SORRY IF I SCARED 'YA, LITTLE MEN. IT'S JUST THE THOUGHT OF NOT BEING ABLE TO COACH YOU MAKES ME VERY ANGRY.” Coach snickered and repeated that famous line from the Hulk franchise, “AND YOU WOULDN'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M ANGRY!” Coach then looked over his shoulder down at the parking lot. I wondered what he was searching for when I saw it. A small white sedan with the “CSA” logo painted on the side. Obviously the car used by the CSA officials to oversee the game. “THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY MAKE ME ANGRY!!” Coach raised his huge left foot, the fibers of his exposed quads firing as he moved. He was so large that he just had to lean over a bit to his left where he let his colossal sneaker SMASH down on top of he doomed car. In a millisecond the car was flattened beyond recognition. Unlike when Coach slowly caved in the news van from a couple of days ago, with his newly doubled size his massive shoe completely covered and obliterated the small car. We all jumped back from the sudden show of power. After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, my teammates began to shout more cheers and praise up at him. “Damn, Coach Brute! That was awesome!” “Yeah, Coach, show them CSA pussies who is in charge!” “Man I'm sure glad you are our Coach! You are like a god to the little people!” “Haha you made smashing that car look easy! You are so fuckin' powerful!” “Nobody tells you what to you, BIG COACH BRUTE! Especially not those tiny government boys!” Coach beamed with pride as he heard us, feeding his ever growing, yet deserved ego. Even with the frightening display of masculine power we just witnessed, we knew it had only been brought out because some foolish officials were trying to keep him from coaching us today. With a 100 ft tall overdeveloped herculean man watching over us, nothing could take us out! “WELL BOYS, IT'S TIME YOU HEAD INSIDE THE STADIUM TO WARM UP. BECAUSE I'M SO DAMN HUGE AND MUSCULAR, I'M GOING TO STAND OUT HERE TO COACH. OTHERWISE, WITH MY HUGE LATS, HALF THE STADIUM BEHIND ME WOULDN'T GET TO SEE YOU GUYS KICK SOME ASS.” Coach punctuated this statement with a titanic lat spread. The wing-like lats under his arms spread out to what looked like 25 yards across...then 30...then 35!! Coach's lats were so magnificently built, that when it looked like he couldn't get any wider, his enormous back muscles unfurled even further. The v-shape he demonstrated as he expertly flexed was nearly incomprehensible, seemingly extending his upper torso to three times the width of his chiseled abdominals. Coach chuckled some more as we stared up at him, again in awestruck silence. He broke the pose, allowing our brains to regain function. “YOU BOYS KEEP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT AND IT'S GOING TO GIVE ME A BIG HEAD, HAHA. NOW GET OUT THERE AND GET WARMED UP! GO!” His sudden demand caused us all to hustle onto the field. As we entered the field it became clear that Jamal was right about one thing. Many of our fans had showed up early and even with 45 minutes to kickoff the stadium was about 75% full. The crowd cheered us on as we entered the field, but as soon as the cheering died down I noticed that all the spectators had turned their heads toward the South end of the stadium. The South end was adjacent to the maintenance parking lot and at only about 30 ft tall, was the lowest part of the stadium. Thus, everyone could see the magnificent bare-chested giant bodybuilder standing behind there behind. He clapped as we entered, each time his hands connected it sounded like a large firecracker exploding. After Coach's news conference it became clear that so many people arrived early so they see the largest man in history with their own eyes. A few minutes later the visiting team entered from the opposite end of the stadium. I chuckled as the entire visiting froze as soon as they caught sight of our coach. Once they had got their wits back, they filed onto the field and stretch as well. The visiting Marauder's head coach, Thomas Morton, a well-known portly man who was known for his bombastic attitude and arrogant demeanor, trotted out onto the field and too became paralyzed with awe. Coach, with his hands on his hips in a powerful stance, quickly spotted the overweight opposing coach at the other end of the field. “COACH MORTON! WELCOME TO OUR STADIUM. I'M EXCITED FOR A GOOD GAME BETWEEN OUR SQUADS. BUT I MUST SAY, COACH MORTON, YOU'VE REALLY LET YOURSELF GO! HOW CAN YOU BE AN INSPIRATION TO YOUR PLAYERS TO GET BIGGER AND STRONGER WHILE LOOKING LIKE THAT? ONE THE OTHER HAND...” Coach spread his arms out wide and looked cockily down at his own torso. He alternately turned each arm, admiring the size of the unflexed muscles covering each appendage. He bent down and felt up the massive individual muscles of his quadriceps and then looked back at Coach Morton, “...ON THE OTHER HAND, MY BOYS SEEING ALL THESE HUGE MUSCLES OF MINE EVERYDAY ONLY INSPIRES THEM TO LIFT HARDER AND GET BIGGER AND STRONGER THEMSELVES!” Coach Morton had never felt so emasculated in his life. He just stood there, frozen, looking like a man whose entire dignity had been stripped away. He lowered his head and headed over to his sideline, looking defeated before the game even began. Something Coach obviously saw as he continued to address Coach Morton. “AND DON'T THINK I DIDN'T SEE THAT PRESS CONFERENCE YOU GAVE LAST WEEK. HOW YOU SAID YOUR TEAM WAS GOING TO CRUSH OUR TEAM. HOW YOU WOULD SHOW NO MERCY AND HAVE NO HARD FEELINGS ABOUT RUNNING UP THE SCORE! HOW ABOUT I SHOW YOU WHAT A REAL 'CRUSHING' WILL LOOK LIKE!” Coach looked down and to his right and reached down with both hands and picked something up. As he rose it became clear that he was holding each end of Morton's bus. In his hands it was no bigger than a loaf of bread. And with no more strength than a normal man would required to squeeze that loaf of bread, our giant coach bared his teeth and CRUSHED the ends of the bus together like an accordion. The windows shattered and fell to the parking lot. Loud distinct pops could be heard as the tires blew. The high pitched squeal of twisting metal pierced the air. “THIS IS WHAT REAL CRUSHING IS. AND YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE THIS POWERFUL. IF YOU ARE GOING TO USE BIG THREATENING WORDS, PERHAPS YOU SHOULD HAVE THE MUSCLE TO BACK IT UP! HAHAHA!” Coached laughed and let the crumpled-up mass of metals crash to the parking bellow. Coach Morton gulped in fear at what he had just seen. “OH, AND COACH MORTON, I CAN TELL YOU AND YOUR BOYS ARE SCARED OF ME AND TO PLAY AGAINST MY MEN. MAYBE EVEN SO SCARED THAT YOU ARE AFRAID TO WANT TO BEAT MY TEAM. WELL, THAT IS EVEN IF YOU COULD BEAT MY TEAM. IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE, I'M A REALLY, REALLY BIG STRONG MAN. BUT TRUST ME, IF YOU GUYS SLOW PLAY THIS GAME AND DON'T TRY YOUR HARDEST, THEN I ASSURE YOU I WILL BE VERY, VERY ANGRY. I WANT TO SEE A GOOD COMPETITIVE GAME, FULL OF EFFORT FROM BOTH SIDES, GOT IT?” Coach finished his statement by ominously cracking his knuckles. Ever the sportsman, he did not want us to win simply due to the other team's fear of his imposing body. He wanted us to EARN the win against a worthy opponent. I shuddered to think what would happen if the other team just flat out gave up and didn't give us any fight. Coach Morton dramatically shook his head up and down, notifying our Coach of his understanding that he wouldn't hold his team back. Forty minutes later the game began. Obviously, our head Coach couldn't perform all the duties typical of a mortal-sized coach so Assistant Coach Harvey took over for that. Still, as we had many hand signals, he was able to communicate sufficiently with us what he wanted on defense. For the first half the game was relatively tight. We never led by more than 10 points and after a successful long touchdown pass, we went into halftime with a three point lead. I could easily tell why the other team was one of the top in the nation. They were very good, very big and very strong. Not to mention the fear of invoking OUR Coach's wrath likely had them playing harder than they ever had. The giant man behind the South stadium provided us with excellent calls, motivation and inspiration. There was nothing like seeing his huge jacked body and handsome smile beaming proudly down at us after we made a good play. While the visiting Morton team was good, they were still no match or our own superior skill, size and strength and we began to slowly overpower them. Early in the 4th quarter we were nursing a seven point lead. The Marauders had the ball and were driving the field against us with some trick plays that caught us off guard. They were only 15 yards away from the North end zone. Before the next play, I looked up to see Coach signaling an outside blitz from me and I relayed the play to the rest of our team. The Marauders snapped the ball and I broke and made a beeline to their QB. As I closed in on him, I could see the surprise in his eyes. I saw him cock back his arm and start to lob the ball over my head for a screen pass. In a flash I read the play and leaped straight up as high as I could. I saw the ball just above my head, reached up and snagged it out of the air. INTERCEPTION! I landed and took off sprinting towards the opposite South end zone. As I ran as fast as I could, I saw Coach waving his beefy arms to me in a “come here” motion. I had never seen him look so excited before. I made it to the 50 yard line, then the 40, then the 30, I could feel the defenders on my heels. As I kept running Coach started JUMPING UP and down! I could feel the tremors rumbling the ground as his muscular tonnage pounded the ground. His massive pectorals bounced hypnotically as he himself bounced on the ground. The tremors were strong enough I almost tripped up! But I kept my balance and finally made it the the end zone! It was an 85-yard, pick-six interception! In my first collegiate game! I was so excited as my teammates caught up and mobbed me from behind that I barely noticed how winded I was from sprinting 85 yards. As the team cleared away I looked skyward to see Coach beaming proudly at me. Remembering that day in the weight room, I smiled up to him and gave him my most imposing most muscular pose, clenching my fists together in front of my waist. His grin widened more and he laughed. He then smirked, hunched over and returned his own far more impressive most muscular pose with a cocky smile. The crowd went wild, not only from my touchdown, but from seeing Coach FLEX his titanic muscles. In one play, I had turned the game from a tight contest into a dominating win for us. I had never felt so proud of myself in my life. With the momentum on our side, we dominated the rest of the game and ended up winning by three touchdowns. As the teams left the field, Coach addressed Coach Morton. “GOOD GAME COACH. WE'LL SEE YOU AGAIN NEXT YEAR. OH YEAH, REMEMBER WHAT I SAID, YOU WOULD REALLY SHOULD GET YOURSELF INTO THE WEIGHT ROOM IF YOU WANT TO COMPETE WITH THE LIKES OF THIS! HAHAH!” Coach laughed as he flashed the opposing coach a quick double biceps pose. As we exited the stadium we gathered around Coach's shoes. I noticed the car sized lump of twisted metal that was formerly the Morton passenger bus nearby and could hardly comprehend the power it would take to do that. Coach grinned down at us. “YOU LITTLE BRUTES SURE MADE THIS BIG BRUTE VERY PROUD TODAY. THAT WAS A CHAMPIONSHIP EFFORT. NOW, THERE ARE STILL 11 MORE GAMES IN THE SEASON SO DON'T THINK YOUR WORK IS DONE. YOU ALL NEED TO KEEP PRACTICING HARD AND LIFTING HARD AND IF YOU DO YOU HAVE A GREAT SHOT TO MAKE IT TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP COME DECEMBER. NOW HIT THE SHOWERS. AND CAPTAINS, OLDEST TO YOUNGEST, MEET ME EVERY 15 MINUTES IN THE FIELD HOUSE FOR A POST-GAME DEBRIEFING STARTING ONE HOUR FROM NOW.” After showering up and enjoying a nice post game meal, I soon headed over to the field house. The sophomore captain was just exiting as I entered the building. I walked in and there was Coach, standing up, the top of his cap dangerously close to the rafters of the field house, filling my view with fuzzy, rippling, golden MUSCLE. “THERE'S MY STAR OF THE GAME!” He said excitedly as I entered, filling my heart with pride. “GREAT GAME, JACKSON. THAT LONG PICK-SIX BASICALLY SEALED THE GAME FOR US. I BELIEVE YOU ARE A STAR IN THE MAKING, YOUR READ THAT SCREEN PASS BEAUTIFULLY, JUMPED UP AND SNAGGED THE BALL AND RACED BACK TOWARD ME...MAN THAT AWESOME.” “I owe it all to you, Coach! You called that blitz for me, it was the perfect call! That QB never saw me coming!” “I GUESS WE MAKE QUITE THE TEAM, YOU AND I, MY LITTLE BRUTE!” “Yes we do, my BIG COACH BRUTE!” I lowered my voice and shouted, trying to sound big, Coach chuckled at my playfulness. Coach then slowly crouched and sat down on his big bulbous ass. He put his arms beside him, palms flat on the turf, triceps flaring, and stuck his LONG legs straight out, straddling me. On each side of me were the world's biggest and most muscular thighs and in front of me was the worlds most packed crotch, trapping me in a virtual cocoon of manhood. Even with him sitting slowly, a big tremor rumbled through the ground as his hulking tonnage rested on the field turf. “THERE, MUCH BETTER. YOU LITTLE GUYS ARE BASICALLY SHRINKING TO ME. I DON'T MIND STANDING UP AND TOWERING OVER THE OTHER PEOPLE, IT REMINDS HOW HUGE AND POWERFUL I AM. BUT I DON'T LIKE INTIMIDATING MY OWN LITTLE BRUTES, HEHE.” “It's ok Coach, you really can't help it! Haha, even with you sitting there your head is FIVE stories above mine. I could practically HIDE under your pecs even with you leaning back. Your massive quads are so huge I would need a rope to scale them, it's like I'm flanked by two massive, golden tanned beefy walls of POWER. And your crotch...Coach, your shorts are looking tighter and tighter!” Coach smirked with satisfaction as I praised him. “HEH HEH. JACKSON, YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO MAKE THIS BIG BRUTE FEEL GOOD. REALLLLLL GOOD...” Coach leaned forward and brought one hand forward and began to palm his crotch in front of me. “AND YOU ARE RIGHT. LIKE I SAID, ALONG WITH MY HEIGHT SPURTS, I SEEM TO BE SLOWLY GETTING BIGGER AND MORE MUSCULAR...” He smirked down into my eyes and added, “...AND MORE HUNG!” By now I was rock hard as well, watching the monster in Coach's packed shorts grow. “Wow, Coach I can see that. OH MY GOD COACH!” I shouted in surprise and his monster dick began to extend out PAST the leg of his khaki shorts, pressed up tight against his left inner-thigh. “YEAH, LITTLE GUY. LOOK AT THAT. THAT IS A REAL COCK RIGHT THERE.” In complete shock and awe, I could only nod in agreement. “JACKSON, I HAVEN'T TOLD ANYBODY ELSE YET, BUT I HAVE AGREED TO LET THOSE GOVERNMENT BOYS RUN SOME TESTS ON ME. THAT MEANS I WON'T BE HERE FOR PRACTICE FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS.” My face fell as I looked up him disappointingly. “I KNOW, I KNOW. AND I KNOW I TELL YOU BOYS TO NEVER TAKE ANY GAME LIGHTLY, BUT YOUR NEXT GAME IS AGAINST A TEAM THAT WAS WINLESS LAST YEAR, SO I HAVE COMPLETE CONFIDENCE IN COACH HARVEY TO LEAD THE TEAM.” Coach's face turned stern, “AND TRUST ME, THERE IS NO WAY I'M GOING TO LET THEM KEEP ME AWAY FROM YOU GUYS FOR TOO LONG. IF THEY DO...THEY WILL REGRET IT.” Coach was so huge that it was easy to see all his muscles and tendons tighten and flex defensively, all his massive firehose-sized veins erupt as he considered what he would do if anyone tried to keep him away from us. “NOW, BEFORE I TAKE OFF TOMORROW...” Coach reached down his huge hand and began rubbing the now exposed cock head, “HOW ABOUT YOU JOIN ME IN ONE LAST BRUTE JACKING SESSION?” He grinned at me seductively, there was no way I could resist. I striped off my clothes and stood there naked and rock hard in between the giant man's legs. “OH YEAH, LOOK AT THE HOT JOCK STUD BODY. YOU LOOK SO GOOD, LITTLE BRUTE.” Coach's dick began to thicken and lengthen even more! Quickly I heard the unmistakable sounds of ripping. His cock was so huge and powerful, not to mention his now proportionally larger glutes and legs, that his khaki shorts could take to no more and began to tear at the inseam! Coach reached down, lifted his ass slightly off the turn and proceeded to finish TEARING his shorts off with a ear-piercing RRRRIIIIIPPPPPPP. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his rock hard cock sprang up like a trebuchet, thwacking his abdomen well above his navel. “AHHHH THAT FEELS SOOOOO MUCH BETTER. I OUTGREW MY UNDERWEAR A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO, IT'S NICE TO BE FREE OF THE LAST RESTRICTIVE PIECE OF CLOTHING! LET ME FINISH UNDRESSING LITTLE BUDDY!” Coach leaned way forward over me reaching his long arms behind me. He lightly bent his legs, reached forward and slipped off his shoes and socks. A warm smell of musky, jock feet crossed my nose. But it wasn't rank, just another pungent smell of ultimate masculinity. I looked straight up and saw each car-sized abdominal muscle hovering 30 feet above me. The valleys in between each ab was so deep they could've served as small canals. Coach leaned back and began to take off his hat and whistle. “Coach, wait!” I shouted. “Um...would...would yo mind leaving the hat and whistle on?” You look like such a huge jock muscle stud with them on!” Coach chuckled deeply. “YOU GOT IT, LITTLE MAN. TELL YOU WHAT, SINCE YOU WERE THE STAR OF THE GAME, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO?” He asked with a smirk. I thought about it for a few exciting seconds. The possibilities I could dream up with him seemed endless. “Um, would you mind setting me on your belly, and then laying down with your hands clasped behind your head? I just want to explore your giant body, Coach!” “MMMMM JACKSON, I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK.” He slowly reached forward and gently lifted me up with his incredible hands. Each finger was a long as I was. For a second I was worried he would accidentally crush me, no doubt he possessed the power to do so. But, he proved to be perfectly gentle, lifting me up with and depositing me on his titanic stomach, right now to the mushroom head of his monster cock. The massive beast had to be 15 feet long now and over four feet in diameter. He smiled as he leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head with a happy smile. His chest pulled up and his massive lats flared out, exposing his DEEP hairy armpits, again sending my sense of smell into overdrive as his sweaty musk permeated the air. Wow. Standing on his abs, I looked left, then right. There was SOOOO much super-developed man flesh spread out in front of me. I noted how his elbows were out so wide they were nearly brushing each side wall of the field house. I began to walk forward, noting the taught hard skin and enormou lumps of abs. I layed down on top of the upper most right side ab and just felt the hard, warm mass underneath me. I couldn't help it as I ground my hard cock into the taught, tough skin. “MMM EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE SO TINY I CAN FEEL THAT, JACKSON. FEELS GOOD.” I got back up and walk up to the shelf of his pecs. I traipsed over to his right nipple, the size of a beach ball and began to knead and punch it. Suddenly the ground below began to tremble. “OH DAMN, JACKSON, FUCK! MY NIPPLES ARE SO SENSITIVE. YOU'RE MAKING ME LEAK!” I glanced being me and sure enough, the huge cock head was dripping pre into a kiddle-pool sized puddle on his abs. After playing with his nipple I climbed up onto his pecs, now allowing me to see Coach's handsome face with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of a tiny man exploring him. “Wow, Coach, your pectorals are so massive I could build a house on each one! I can see each sinewy fiber under your tanned skin. Your chest hair is so soft, it's like walking through a wheat field. No one on earth has BIGGER or MORE MAGNIFICENT pecs than, you do, Coach!” I feel the ground rumble underneath me as he moaned deeply from his sternum. I made my way over to his right armpit. I had to step down of his huge pecs. Luckily, his lats were so huge they gave me more than enough shelf to safely walk on. I spread my arms out and let my entire body fall into the warm musky pit. His pit hairs were so soft and comfortable. I ground my face into this pit and again felt Coach moan from pleasure. I saw a shadow cross over me and noticed he had release his left harm from behind his head to reach down and rub his pipeline sized cock. After servicing his pit I climbed back out and up onto his arm. For a muscle lover there was just no way I couldn't explore that arm. The massive ball of biceps and huge meaty triceps. I simply layed down in the relativity small divot between the biceps and triceps on the side of his arm and marvelled at the muscles flanking each side of me. “Coach, no man on earth has biceps like you. There have been proportionally bigger arms in history, but those arms were bolstered by layers and layers of fat. There may have been more ripped biceps in history, but they belonged to skinny little weak men who had zero fat. But no man has the ultimate combination of ripped AND huge, freaky, massive peaked biceps, and feathered triceps like you do. These are the best arms in HISTORY!” Coach growled and the FLEXED his right arm with loud GROWL. The arm underneath me expanded, the skin underneath my body pulled tighter in each direction as it struggled to contain the growing muscle. I watch as his already mounded biceps began to push higher...and higher! At my tiny size the split in his peaks was big enough to rest my leg inside! “FUCKKKK YEAH JACKSON. LOOK AT THOSE COLLOSAL ARMS. ARMS SO HUGE THAT YOU TINY MEN COULD LIVE IN THEM. ARMS THAT COULD CURL AN AIRCRAFT CARRIER! BICEPS SO MASSIVE AND HARD THAT A WRECKING BALL WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO DENT THEM!” Coached moaned some more and jacked his cock with more fervor. I followed his lead and did the same. “UHHHH JACKSON, LET'S DO THIS. NOW YOU DO ME A FAVOR. STAND UP ON MY CHEST, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, AND GIVE THAT MOST MUSCULAR POSE LIKE YOU DID AT THE GAME!” I walk over and stood on his right pec facing him. His left pec was bunching and and bouncing like crazy as he used his left arm to masturbate. He tilted his handsome face up and opened his deep blue eyes to see me standing on his pec, rising and falling as he took deep breaths. I kept my stance wide to maintain balance. As soon as his eyed made contact with mine, I smirked cockily, back at him. “A most muscular pose, Coach. Like you taught me?” I teased. Coach moaned and jacked harder. I then crouched forward and FLEXED my abs, arms, traps, pecs and legs as hard as I could and GROWLED as loud as tiny man could. “GGGGRRAHHHH COACH! LOOK AT MY MUSCLES THAT YOU HELPED BUILD!” Coach's face scrunched as the loudest moan I had ever heard erupted from his gaping maw. Suddenly I felt a huge stream of wetness fall across my shoulders and back. Coach's massive dick was EXPLODING WITH ORGASM, coating me in his seed. I quickly brought my own hands down and jacked my own rock-hard tumescence, seeing and feeling jet after jet of white Coach jizz shower me and the massive chest surrounding me. I screamed and let out my own powerful orgasm, coating the square footage of his hairy muscle chest in front of me. As I finished, I fell to my knees, and then laid down on the wet, hairy expanse of pectoral in front of me, exhausted. Coach let his arms fall to the side and I fell myself rise as his pecs consequently plumped underneath me from the motion. “DAMN, JACKSON. THAT WAS THE BEST ONE YET. THERE IS NO WAY I'M LETTING THOSE GOVERNMENT BOYS KEEP ME AWAY FROM YOU!” He rumbled, chuckling. “DAMN, NOW I HAVE EVEN MORE OF A MESS TO CLEAN UP!” He joked and as I stood up and laughed with him. Epilogue: Coach did indeed return next week right before the game. Our team dominated the rest of the season and coach was at every game. In December, we brought home the school's very first national championship. There were challenges with a 100 ft Coach, especially for away games, but like any challenge facing him, he met it head on along with the rest of us and came away with full success. Coach, of course, became a national celebrity, using his size to help out wherever he could. Whether it be assisting the fireman or police in rescue missions, cleaning up verhicle accidents or his favorite, helping the city demolish condemned or unwanted buildings. An activity where we really got to show off his size and power to his adoring fans. The university supplied him with sustenance and clothes, although he rarely wore a shirt. His huge body was like a human radiator and even in winter he only required a light tank top to keep warm. The university constructed some living quarters for him off campus in the form of a handful of aircraft hanger size buildings, furnished of course. Along with a massive heated swimming pool to allow him to wash off. Of course, I continued to see Coach during “captain's meetings” throughout the year. Coach had promised that he would stick around to coach the team for at least the next three years, through the end of my playing career before he would decide what the future held for him. Even without being able to properly workout with weight, Coach continued to slowly grow in musculature, aided by his nearly naked body constantly absorbing energy from the sun and his daily workouts consisting of various body weight movements. The only question that remained, was Coach truly done growing, or was there a power source out there strong enough to cause another doubling of his size? Only the future could tell.
  17. Hi There All! Chapter 9The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 9 (TEASER) - Break In patreon.com/rekoobaz When Eero stepped back aboard the Musculus he was certainly in for a shock. In the space of a few hours, Bale, with a lot of help from Argento had transformed one of the Musculus' small compartments into a fully functioning lab to continue his research. While small, it fit all the equipment required to manufacture more of Bales miracle nanites. Just seeing it all up and running made Eero's pecs tingle, or that could've been from the workout the shopkeeper Auxil had given them just an hour earlier. "What do you reckon?" Bale asked Eero as he admired the new space. "Whoa, you got that sorted quickly!" Eero enthused, "Although I'm not surprised," Eero turned to look at Argento, smiling. Bale laughed "He certainly does have his uses, a lot of them am I right?” Bale winked at Eero. Still a bit uncomfortable about slipping into another awkward moment between him and Bale, Eero quietly snuck off to his cabin. Bale had certainly made himself a valued part of the crew in few days he'd been with Eero and Argento. As well as essentially becoming the Musculus' science officer he was also a talented helmsman as well. Can't always leave it up to the auto-pilot. Eero liked Bale, no doubt, but his suggestive comments were a little bit annoying to Eero, he wanted to move at his own pace. Plus Eero still felt like he was cheating, and his girlfriend back home, Chastity, was getting extremely pissed off with Eero's lack of communication. In her messages to Eero she continually kept throwing him verbal assaults and accusing him of probably sleeping with "sluts" behind her back. Eero would just apologise and try to diffuse the situation. If only she knew what he was really up to. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero hurried into his cabin and began rummaging through the bag of treats Auxil had supplied him with. Aside from his new liquid metal posing strap, Auxil had also provided Eero with a few plain black straps for practice posing, but there was more. Also in the bag were a few items from Auxil's special back room. First, Eero pulled out the most amazing jockstrap he'd seen, nothing like the boring old things from his athletics days. This one was silver all over, much like his new poser, but whereas the poser looked like mercury the jockstrap looked like brushed metal. "Damn!" Eero exclaimed to himself, "Don't know what use I'll have for it though. Don't do much athletics anymore.” Poor Eero, he was so innocent sometimes. Next, he pulled out a pair of rather indecent cut-offs. They were so tight looking Eero was unsure if they would even fully accomodate his thick glutes. Only one way to find out though. Eero slipped of his boots then slowly slid the cut-offs up over his thong. "Oh! They're tight, but the material stretches" Eero thought to himself. He admired the painted on look they achieved as he studied his reflection in the mirror. "I just don't get what this zipper up the back is for?" Eero shrugged at his reflection Eero recognised pretty much everything else in the bag, a few stringer tees for training in, shorts and high socks. But there was one last thing he couldn't identify. In the bottom of the bag was a set of metal cock-rings. Eero had no idea what they were, the blossoming muscle-slut still had a lot to learn. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero spent the rest of the evening playing around with his new wardrobe before eventually managing to pull himself away from the mirror and crawl into bed. Eero's sleep however was far from restful. In his dream-state, Eero was back in the fitting room with Auxil, this time modelling the skimpy new items the shopkeeper had given him. Only in Eero's dream, his muscles were even bigger. Eero strutted back in forth the fitting room which had conveniently doubled in size in his dream-state. Eero jumped from pose to pose, alternating between classic bodybuilding poses and others a little more sexy, using his newfound sexual confidence to assault Auxil's eyes. Had it been real, every pose would be burnt into the shopkeepers retinas. Under Eero's sheets, the horny young bodybuilder was quickly growing hard as the scene played back behind his eyelids. The dream felt almost lucid to Eero, he could feel the heft of his even larger muscles, easily 280lbs, maybe more, a little gift from his sub-conscious, or maybe a sign of things to come? As dream Eero posed for the shopkeeper in front of him, he began to feel hands caressing his back and lower body, massaging him sensuously, knowing just where Eero's body enjoyed the attention; his glutes, of course, the hands also running across the striations of his quads and the tightness of his waist. Dream Eero continued to pose and keep his vision on Auxil, but Eero really wanted to catch a glimpse of who was feeling him up. There were two distinct pairs of hands he could feel, revelling in to tactile joy of his muscles. Eventually one pair moved around front to lavish some attention of Eero's abdomen, but the poor bodybuilder couldn't see who it might be, the mystery figure obscured by Eero's enormous pecs. The figure soon found something else to enjoy on Eero's front. It was hard to miss, growing painfully hard in both his dream and under his sheets. The mystery figure freed Eero's erection from the confines of the colourful jockstrap he was wearing in the dream, and they wasted no time in greedily swallowing all 8.5 inches down their gullet. Slurping happily as dream Eero moaned in delight and encouraged him to go further. Auxil was quickly fading into the background, as was everything else, Eero's dream becoming dominated by the pleasure he was receiving from the two expert worshippers that had him enveloped in sexual bliss. If only he could get a look at them! Pretty soon though the second figure moved around the front as well, focusing their attention on Eero's pecs, replicating the worship he had received from Auxil, only better. Eero could see only the top the figures head. The figure roughly latched onto Eero's left engorged nipple with their teeth and played with the right between their fingers, pulling and rubbing it violently. Pretty soon the triple assault his Eero's nipples and erection made his knees give way in pleasure. Eero collapsed backwards, the two worshippers going with him, their bodies falling on top his. And for the first time their faces were revealed. Eero gasped in shock. THEY WERE HIM! ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 9! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 9 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
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    The Giant Football Coach - Chapter 7

    Previously: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12573-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-1-2/ https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12587-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-3/ https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12662-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-4/ https://muscle-growth.org/topic/12823-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-5/ https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13046-the-giant-football-coach-chapter-6/ Chapter 7: Captain The next day, Friday, was our last day of preparation before the big game tomorrow. In order to allow our bodies to heal and rest up from the hard week of practices, the pre-game practice was more of a walkthrough in just our shorts, t-shirts and helmets. Coach towered over us all at center field, shirtless, explaining our game plan on offense and defense. His exposed torso was a point which Jamal, the big playful lineman, couldn't ignore. “Yo Coach, where is your tank top from yesterday? Or are you just trying to impress us with your jacked muscles?” A deep, rumbling chuckle could be felt in all our chests. “WELL JAMAL, IS IT WORKING?” Coach lifted up his left arm and clenched his fist, flexing his titanic biceps far above our heads and exposing his cave-like armpit. Whistles, hoots and appreciative hollers were voiced up toward the giant posing man. “HAHA, BOYS. JUST DIDN'T WANT TO GET ONE OF MY FEW SHIRTS SWEATY. A BIG MAN LIKE ME ONLY HAS SO MANY CLOTHES.” I noted that Coach's bare skin seemed even a slight shade darker than yesterday, as if the energy he was absorbing was not only making him bigger, but perfecting him in other ways too, giving his skin a deep bronzed glow underneath the light covering of body hair. Jamal shook his head and added, “Damn, Coach, I swear you are looking more swole than ever!” Coach grinned as he flexed and unflexed his cannon, pumping it up bigger. “I KNOW MY BODY, JAMAL, AND I AM DEFINITELY MORE “SWOLE” AS YOU KIDS SAY. IF I WAS STILL MY OLD SMALL, ORIGINAL HEIGHT, I'D VENTURE A GUESS THAT I'VE PUT ON AT LEAST A SOLID INCH ON MY ALREADY AWESOME ARMS. I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THE ENERGY FLOWING THROUGH ME, MAKING ME BIGGER AND STRONGER! I LOVE IT!” After Coach's self appraising speech, we ran through a few plays at half speed to make sure we were all on the same page. After a short 45 minute practice session we gathered literally at the feet of Coach for one final practice speech. As part of the speech, he also discussed the captains. Yesterday during film we all voted for two captains. Coach revealed proudly that, unsurprisingly, our starting senior quarterback and senior all-American linebacker were two of the captains as voted on by the rest of the team. We clapped for our team leaders as they stepped up in front of coach's massive sneakers and he commended them. As we stared up at his heaving pectorals, Coach then announced the additional three captains as chosen by the coaching staff. We applauded as he called up the Junior starting center and our up-and-coming star Sophomore defensive lineman. Coach then finished, “AND MY FELLOW BRUTES, CONGRATULATIONS TO TOMORROW'S STARTING SAFETY AND CAPTAIN, FRESHMAN MASON JACKSON!” My eyes went wide as I heard my name and saw my leader's gigantic, handsome eyes boring into mine, his face with a proud smile. The rest of the team hooted and hollered, those close to me patting my back as I made my way up to the front with the other captains. I was stunned and speechless. Here I was, being named not only a starter, but as a team captain, and I was only a Freshman. “BRUTES, THESE FINE MEN WILL BE YOUR ON-FIELD CAPTAINS. ONLY THEY ARE ALLOWED TO ADDRESS THE REFS ON THE FIELD. THEY WILL BE YOUR LEADERS ON THE FIELD, LISTEN TO THEM. AND CAPTAINS, MYSELF AND THE OTHER COACHES DO NOT TAKE LIGHTLY IN SELECTING YOU. YOU HAVE EARNED THE “C” ON YOUR JERSEYS, DO NOT LET US DOWN. NOW, THE REST OF YOU HIT THE SHOWERS AND THEN MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE FILM ROOM. OBVIOUSLY I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO JOIN AS I'M TOO BIG TO FIT IN THE FILM ROOM, BUT THE ASSISTANTS WILL TAKE YOU THROUGH THE SESSION. CAPTAINS, STICK AROUND, I WANT TO GO THROUGH A COUPLE MORE THINGS WITH YOU BEFORE YOU SHOWER UP.” After the rest of the team left the field, Coach got down on the one knee in an attempt to get closer to us and together we walked through the duties of the captains, including what we would need to do during the coin toss tomorrow. We discussed several scenarios, whether to defer or take the ball, which side of the field to choose, how to consider the wind and weather, etc. Coach then instructed each of us to visit with him one-on-one early this evening. He wanted to speak with each of his captains individually to further go over each of our respective responsibilities. Since I was the youngest captain, I would be the last to visit him at about 8:00pm tonight. Coach rose up off his knee to his full height, his abs and pecs rising like a hot air balloon above our heads, and dismissed us to shower. “THANK YOU MY BRUTE CAPTAINS. NOW GET READY FOR FILM SESSION AND PAY ATTENTION. YOU ARE THE NEXT IN THE CHAIN OF COMMAND AFTER THE ASSISTANT COACHES, SO ITS ALSO YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO KEEP YOUR TEAMMATES IN CHECK AS WELL. I'M COUNTING YOU MEN. HIT THE SHOWERS!” Once cleaned up we joined our teammates and the assistants to watch film. The assistants also ran through tomorrow's agenda. Even though the game wasn't until 7:00pm tomorrow night, we were instructed to be at the athletic complex early in the morning for breakfast and we would remain there, isolated for the entire day to avoid distractions. After film I had one Friday afternoon class before I headed to the cafeteria to fuel up. I caught up on some studying until it was 7:45pm, when it was time to head to the field house for my meeting with Coach. As I was walking through the corridor to the field house I passed the starting quarterback. I was right on time. I opened the door and was again instantly overtaken by Coach's superhuman scent, causing my cock to twitch. Coach was sitting on his bench, shirtless with just a sheet wrapped around his waist, his head still a good 30 or so feet above the ground when he spotted me. “JACKSON! WELCOME MY LITTLE BRUTE CAPTAIN!” Coach shifted his butt down onto the turf to speak to me from a more equal level. “Thanks Coach. I'm honored and so surprised. I...I don't know what to say. I mean, I thought there would be several other guys who are better than me-” Coach cut me off, “DON'T YOU START DOUBTING YOURSELF, JACKSON. YOU EARNED YOUR CAPTAIN'S STATUS. THERE ARE OTHER MEN ON THE TEAM WHO MAY BE BETTER ATHLETES THAN YOU, BUT NONE OF THEM HAVE YOUR COMBINATION OF INTELLIGENCE TO GO WITH YOUR ATHLETICISM. YOU NEED BOTH BRAINS AND BRAWN TO SUCCEED AT THIS LEVEL AND YOU HAVE IT. YOU'VE BEEN WORKING YOUR TAIL OFF SINCE YOU GOT HERE.” Coach and I spent the next few minutes discussing what he expected of me as a captain. How he wanted me to be a leader on the field and speak up and make decisions for my teammates, even though I was younger than three-quarters of the team. How I would be one of the players who is allowed to speak the referees when a penalty occurs. It seemed like such a huge responsibility but with Coach encouraging me I had never been so excited to tackle a new task. “YOU HAVE A BRIGHT FUTURE. YOUR GROWTH SINCE I RECRUITED YOU HAS BEEN WONDERFUL TO WATCH, JACKSON. AND NOT JUST YOUR FOOTBALL SAVY, I'VE ALSO NOTICED THE MUSCLE YOU'VE PUT ON. HOW MUCH WEIGHT HAVE YOU GAINED SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE SUMMER?” I smiled up at Coach, happy that he was seeing what I was also seeing in the mirror. “So far about 15 pounds!” “THOSE ARE SOME GREAT GAINS FOR A MAN YOUR SIZE. I CAN DEFINITELY SEE IT. AND I CAN SEE IT IS ALL MUSCLE. YOU'RE SHREDDED, AND SEEING YOUR ABS MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A FAT MAN!” We shared a laugh as Coach patted his mighty stomach. While my abs were small yet deeply etched, his were huge and powerful, like the rest of him. “Thanks Coach. Although my gains are nothing compared to yours in the past week!” “HAHA, I GUESS THAT'S TRUE JACKSON. I'VE HAD A BIT OF HELP TOO, BUT I'M NOT COMPLAINING!” Coach said as he looked down and bounced his pectorals, one by one. “Damn, Coach, your muscle control is insane!” “THANKS JACKSON. I'M SURE WITH YOUR GROWING BODY YOU ARE LEARNING TO DO FUN TRICKS LIKE THAT TOO. AND TRUST ME, THE LADIES LOVE IT!” Coach smirked wryly at me and added, “AND SO DO THE DUDES.” I grinned up at Coach and caught a sparkle in his eye. He then requested, “WELL JACKSON, STRIP OFF THAT TANK TOP. SHOW ME YOUR PROGRESS. YOU'VE SEEN MY BOD, LET'S SEE YOUR MUSCLES. SHOW ME A DOUBLE-BICEPS POSE.” I obeyed and whipped off my tank top and tossed it on the ground. Coach was still sitting on the ground with his back against his bench. He legs were splayed wide on each side of me as he watched me intently. I brought my arms out wide and slowly raised my fists upward and toward my head, flexing my biceps. “VERY NICE JACKSON. YOU HAVE SOME NICE PEAKS. GREAT SEPARATIONS. LET'S SEE YOUR CHEST.” I turned sideways and tried to mimic Coach's side chest flexes. “AGAIN, YOUR DEVELOPMENT IS GREAT FOR YOUR SIZE. NOW SHOW ME YOUR BACK.” I turned around and again brought up both biceps and gave Coach my best back-double biceps pose. “A NICE WIDE BACK TO GO WITH YOUR TINY WAIST. TREMENDOUS V-SHAPE. YOU'VE GOT A FRAME THAT COULD EASILY PUT ON PLENTY OF MUSCLE.” I turned around and beamed. “Thanks, Coach! Your weight training program has really helped. And you are such an inspiration, seeing your big bulging body every day.” I grinned and brought my arms up into another double-biceps flex and playfully crowed at Coach. “I would love to be a bodybuilder like you some day!” Coach chuckled and started to stand up. As he rose from the ground he grinned, “JACKSON. YOU ARE LOOKING GOOD AND YOU CERTAINLY GOT THE GENES. YOUR POSING NEEDS SOME WORK THOUGH. HERE, LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT A REAL POSING ROUTINE LOOKS LIKE!” I gasped at the what I was about to see. Coach slowly stood, reaching the pinnacle of his towering height, with me standing awestruck on the ground about 15 feet in front of his ankles. “THIS IS HOW YOU DO A PROPER DOUBLE-BICEPS POSE, LITTLE MAN.” Coach re-planted his feet so they were slowly pointed outward. This caused his mega-sized quad muscles to bulge even larger. He clenched his stomach muscles before he gracefully swayed both his arms out wide and up, where he paused for just a second, before locking the position of his elbows and then swinging his forearms upward while making a fist. Each of his biceps erupted from his arms. “POSING IS ALL ABOUT FORM AND GRACE,” he narrated as he unclenched and reclenched his fists, causing the wrecking ball size biceps muscles to rise and fall hypnotically. Coach then synchronously brought both arms down while rotating 90 degrees. He did so with the fluid motion of a ballet dancer. It was a side of Coach I had never seen. Not only was he immensely powerful, when he wanted to he could move with a beauty and grace that belied his rugged, supremely pumped body. He brought one arm to the side and while smiling down at me, puffed up his pecs and performed a perfect side chest pose. Even he was impressed with how we was looking, “WOW, JACKSON, YOU COULD PRACTICALLY BUILD A HOUSE ON THAT PEC SHELF, DON'T YOU THINK?” I nodded, dumbfounded at what I was having the pleasure of seeing. Coach then swung his arms out wide again and using their momentum to turn another 90 degrees to show me his back, which was loaded with mounds and mounds of thick, lenticular muscles. As I stared up 30 ft into the air I was greeted by the sight of Coach's two, thick erector muscle columns, no doubt overly developed from years of massive deadlifts. As my eyes drifted higher my own eyes had to refocus into wide angle lenses as his tanned, hairless lats suddenly jutted outward, even without flexing. Coach then reached both hands back and placed his fists near the top of his waist. As he faced away from me I heard, “IF YOU WANT TO WATCH A MOVIE SOMETIME, JACKSON, I KNOW WHERE YOU CAN FIND A WIDE SCREEN! HAHA!” As Coach joked he slowly unfurled his incredible lat muscles. Throwing his elbows out wider...and wider. He unfanned his lats and I was astounded. He looked to be 25 ft wide!! Saliva dripped from my open mouth as Coach presented me with an Olympia quality back lat spread. Somehow, I audibly emanated a “wow” and saw my hero's body bounce slightly as he chuckled at my verbal awe. From over his shoulder, Coach added with a cocky grin, “OF COURSE, HOW CAN I SHOW OFF MY HAMSTRINGS AND GLUTES WITH THIS BIG BAGGY SHEET?” I gasped as Coach undid the sheet and it fell to the ground. I again gasped as two of the most glorious ass muscles that ever existed loomed above me about 25 ft up in the air. His glutes were just as developed as the rest of him, sitting atop his ribbed hamstrings and presenting a tight crease where his hamstrings and glutes met. The old adage, 'you could bounce a quarter off that ass' was apt here, only in his case you could use a manhole cover instead! Coach adjusted his stance and really squeezed his glutes, which shockingly tightened even further revealing a clear concave dimple in each glute. I was certain that butt could squeeze coal in diamond. By this time, I was rock hard although I hadn't even noticed. The titanic man of muscle in front of me was just too much. Even slightly bigger, harder and more muscular than when I saw him in the pool the other day, and now seeing him in his full gigantic glory under the bright indoor lights had me at full mast, harder than I'd ever been in my life. And it was only going to get hotter as Coach slowly turned around to face me. As he turned I quickly spotted...it. Jutting far out past his his hip. Like me, his posing session had turned him on. Coach only had to twist his body by about 30 degrees before the enormous cock head came into view. He continued turning slowly around to face me, his battering ram making a wide arc out in front of him. Finally he was facing me with his hands on his hips and his erection jutting out directly above my head. With him being so huge his face was obscured from me by the pornstar-sized schlong. Coach chuckled and twisted his hips slightly, again exposing me to his handsome smiling face. “POSING ALWAYS GET'S ME EXCITED, HOPE YOU DON'T MIND, LITTLE BRUTE.” I saw his massive eyes drop slightly downward as he took notice of my own tenting shorts. “IT LOOKS LIKE MASSIVE MUSCLE FLEXING GETS YOU EXCITED TOO, JACKSON! WHY DON'T YOU LOSE THE SHORTS, AND JOIN ME IN POSING. PERHAPS I CAN GIVE YOU A COUPLE OF POINTERS.” I dropped my shorts and kicked them to the side as Coach Wood gave me a whistle. “YOU ARE ONE FINE SPECIMEN OF YOUNG SEXY BEEF, JACKSON,” he said as I felt myself go into a full body blush. “THOSE EXTRA 15 LBS OF MUSCLE ARE SUITING YOU VERY WELL. IT GOES WELL WITH THAT IMPRESSIVE COCK YOU'RE SPORTING THERE, LITTLE STUD.” I grinned up at Coach as he peered far down into my own relatively tiny eyes. “HOW ABOUT A MOST MUSCULAR? LIKE THIS!” Coach's chest tilted forward toward me and it felt like a wall was falling at me, causing me to flinch just slightly. He brought his fists together just above his waist and FLEXED every muscle of his torso down at me. His width seemingly doubled in size as each muscle tightened into frightening definition. The fibers snaking across the top of his chest looked to be as large as ropes to me as he smirked and growled and held the pose. I grinned up at him and mimicked his pose as best as I could, bringing my own hands together in front of me. Of course, being at a level 40-some feet below him I couldn't much hunch forward, but I did my best to crab my torso muscles and sneer up at coach. “OH YEAH, JACKSON. LOOKING POWERFUL. YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME A RUN FOR MY MONEY I SEE! ALL THE LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS WILL BE ALL OVER YOUR BUFF BODY.” I reveled in his praise. “BUT...I DON'T THINK YOU CAN QUITE COMPETE WITH THIS!!!” Coach raised both his monstrous arms up and brought his hands together behind his head. His bulbous lats flared out like a the wings of a peacock. Each arm seemingly doubled in size as the muscles of the limbs fought for space and bunched against each other. Each biceps was so massive the peaks were pressing against his own temples. The exposed hairy armpits were so deep and cavernous due to his incredible pectorals and delts that I could've gone spelunking in them. He swung one massive leg out in front of himself and planted his foot, which was longer than I was tall, right in front of me. He growled down at me as he crunched his abs together and flexed his godly quadriceps, giving me the most amazing abs-and-thighs pose ever seen on this earth. From my vantage point just below his shins I was looking up at a tower of thick, powerful, bodybuilder muscle and manhood. Coach's own proportionally 13 inch cock, that is, 13 inches if he were still a 6 ft 6 mortal, loomed above me like a battering ram, flanked on each side by tons of warm, veiny, dense muscle. I broke my pose and just stared way up in awe, my own cock now leaking. I could barely speak. “So...so big...so huge...” I muttered and my hero smirked as he heard. “Coach Wood, you are amazing. Wow, I've never been so turned on by a man before. You are amazing, sir. No man on this earth could ever compete with you. Those muscles, that definition, that...that...monster cock. You make every man on this planet look like a...pathetic weakling! You are so...so hot!” He relaxed the pose and chuckled before giving me a warm smile. “THAT MAY BE TRUE JACKSON, BUT I DON'T WANT YOU OR ANY OF YOUR TEAMMATES TO EVER THINK OF YOURSELVES AS PATHETIC WEAKLINGS. I MAY BE IN A LEAGUE OF MY OWN, BUT YOU ARE MY PLAYERS AND I WANT YOU TO BE THE BEST MEN YOU CAN BE. YOU ARE A STUD, JACKSON. YOU'RE TALENTED, SMART, ATHLETIC, YOU'VE GOT A FANTASTIC BODY...” I noticed now that Coach was playing with his tumescent log. “...AND YOU ARE HANDSOME TO BOOT.” Coach sighed as his massive eyes bored holes into my own. I could feel the tension in the air. It was then that I realized I had been full on jacking my dick while talking with Coach. “YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD LOOKING YOUNG MAN. FUCK, I JUST CAN'T HELP IT!” Coach suddenly stooped over and reached his mighty right hand down and wrapped his fingers around me. I lurched up into the air as he picked me up. He moved me up to his waist where we sat me down straddling the magnificent caber that was his cock. I leaned back against his pelvis, his trimmed pubic hair scratching against my back. “JACK OFF WITH ME MR. MASON JACKSON, I HAVEN'T GOT OFF SINCE THAT EVENING IN THE POOL I'M SO PENT UP.” I stared forward and saw his monstrous hands work down and back on the mighty erection. The sequoia sized, sinewy forearms moving toward and away from me in rhythmic motion. I titled my head back and looked up and saw the underside of his gigantic pecs hiding his face from view. Each nipple pointed down toward me due to his herculean development. I joined him and began beating my own dick in the same rhythm as coach. After a few minutes of heavy mutual masturbation I could feel my body becoming warm and wet, dampened from my own sweat and my coach's. I could hear Coach's breathing picking up along with mine. He then again reached toward me and picked me up with his right hand. He lifted me up and held me in front of his sex-glazed eyes. “FEEL MY MUSCLES, JACKSON.” He then lifted his left arm and flexed. He maneuvered me over and laid me down on top of the flexed biceps muscle! My ass was sitting in the crook of his arm while I leaned forward and hugged the granite mound of flesh. Coach flexed and unflexed his arm and I felt myself rise and fall against it. The motion of the muscle fibers bunching and elongating against my groin caused stimulated me to start humping his muscle. Coach signed heavily, “OH YEAH JACKSON, THAT'S SO HOT. FUCK MY MONSTER BICEPS, MY LITTLE BRUTE!” My body was on fire as I leaned forward to lick the flexing mass underneath me. At his size, the split in his biceps was as big as the cleavage between a normal-sized bodybuilder's pecs. I continued to grind my rock hard cock against his arm. At one point I glanced to the side and down 25 ft or so to see coach using his free hand to furiously jack his own meat. “OOOOOOHHHH YEAH LITTLE BUDDY. LET'S BLOW TOGETHER!” Coach began to flex and unflex faster, bringing me to a fever pitch of muscular stimulation. Not 30 seconds later both of our bodies tightened. Coach flexed his biceps harder than ever, his forearms pressing against my back forcing my body into his boulder-sized muscle. We both groaned loudly and blew our loads in sync. I was only slightly disappointed that I didn't get to see his geyser, but unloading my balls on his biceps was more than enough to make up for it. As we calmed down Coach reached over and gently lifted me from his arm, his wet, jizz soaked fingers encircled my waist and he set me on the ground. I looked behind me to see various pools of white cum dotting the turf of the field house. I looked back up at Coach and saw one of the hottest things I had ever seen. Coached smirked down at me, again flexed his left biceps muscle and brought it toward his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and licked up my own load off the taught, titanic biceps. “MMMM, NOT ONLY ARE YOU A STUD, YOU TASTE GREAT TOO, JACKSON.” To clean up, we again snuck our way into the pool. Once we were clean Coach dismissed me for the night. “GET SOME REST, JACKSON. WE'VE GOT A BIG GAME TOMORROW. AND, I NEED TO GO BACK AND FIGURE OUT HOW I'M GOING TO CLEAN UP MY MESS IN THE FIELD HOUSE,” he chuckled. My roommate and I were hanging out as we prepared for bed. We talked excitedly about how our first game would go tomorrow. Suddenly the power went out, which was odd since there were no storms in the area. Luckily, since it was Friday night neither of us were in the middle of any homework assignments so no school work was lost. About 10 minutes later the power came back on. We watched some TV before settling in and drifting off to sleep, excited for the chance to play for our giant football coach the following day.
  19. Hi There All! Chapter 8 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the preview for you to take a look at. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 10 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) Chapter 6 (Teaser) Halloween Special (Full) Chapter 7 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 8 (TEASER) - Luyten Station patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: Luyten Interplanetary Space Station, Luyten B (Geocentric Orbit), Luytens Star, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: 2135 Eero slowly meandered through the crowds to the shopping mall section of the station. It was nowhere near the size of the one he had visited back on T-1e several weeks earlier but it still had all the amenities the interplanetary traveller could ask for. As with any other outing, Eero's clothing choice did cause the odd sideways glance from a few people, usually from travellers from more conservative frontier planets, unfamiliar with the more relaxed clothing choices of more established, sophisticated planets. Eero paid no heed to those types though, as he could sense he was getting more than a few looks of admiration as well. And when Eero encountered some crowded areas, he could've sworn he felt the odd hand against one of his exposed cheeks or lower back. Nice! Eero descended to the lower levels of the mall, where the less highend stores usually set up, hoping to find a small supplement store or something similar. What he found was even better. Nestled between a whole string of loud obnoxious sporting stores manned by overly enthusiastic shop assistants was a proper bodybuilders emporium. Eero sauntered in, feeling like it would be the perfect chance for show off his improved bulk to his peers. The response was almost instant. "Damn Bro! Thats some sick chest development!" yelled one of the store patrons, clearly a bodybuilder, probably slightly older than Eero. Eero beamed, and flexed his chest a little to his admirer, "Heh, thanks!” "How'd you get pecs that big man?" The guy asked. "Ahh, just hard work and dedication," Eero lied, he wasn't about to give up his secret weapon, Bale. Eero meandered through the store, savouring the compliments and admiring glances from the other few shoppers. The commotion soon drew the attention of the shopkeeper Auxil, who was entranced by Eero's muscles. Auxil was once a bodybuilder himself, but the passing of time had meant he was sadly past his prime. Auxil watched the young bodybuilder make his way through the store, eventually settling on the poser rack. "I do need a new poser!" Eero thought. "Frisco destroyed my old one when he was giving me 'posing advice' that time.” Eero admired the range, the different cuts, materials, styles, there was way more variety than what he'd seen back home. Eeros old poser was actually quite conservative, except for its slutty pink colour. "See anything you like?” Came a deep voice from beside Eero. Eero jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of the shopkeeper. Auxil let out a deep laugh, "Didn't mean to scare you comrade," Auxil's voice was a little gravely, but nonetheless friendly. "That's ok, I'm Eero, "Auxil," the Shopkeeper replied. "looking for something in particular?” "Well, I do need a new poser, my previous competition one was ripped," Eero explained. "My last one was a lot like this one here," Eero gestured at the most boring poser on the rack. Auxil looked at the poser, then at Eero. "Nyet, we can't have you in something like that my friend," Auxil explained. "Too much material in the back, you need something cut higher.” "Uhh, I dunno . .,” Eero hesitated. "You must!" Auxil insisted, "Look at what you have on now, your thong is more revealing than that poser!" he laughed. Auxil did have him there. Eeros outfit did show off a lot more of the pelvic region than his old poser would’ve. "Probably another reason why I didn't place last time," Eero thought to himself. "I guess you're right, any recommendations?” "For you, this one here," Auxil pointed to one of the pegs. Eero almost balked at the suggestion, the poser that Auxil held up in his hands was minuscule! It was flex cut in front but in back it was cut almost like a thong, what fabric was back there would be almost definitely swallowed up by Eero's massive glutes. But there was something about it that captivated Eero, the material. It glistened like liquid metal under the light, like someone had poured mercury right over Eeros package and down his crack. Auxil could tell the beautiful silver posers had caught Eeros attention. "Come, let us try it on," Auxil led Eero over to the changing cubicle. Auxil hurried Eero into the cubicle. "Uhh, theres no lock?" Eero asked. "Don't worry comrade, i'll stand outside.” Satisfied, Eero slowly removed his jacket and slid his boots off. Eero studied the new poser in his hands for a few moments before sliding off his thong and pulling the new poser up between his thick legs. Eero was stunned by how good it felt encasing his package and nestled in his crack (apparently Auxil wasn't too concerned by hygiene when his customers tried things on). It was certainly tiny though, it cut low in the front almost revealing the base of his penis and in back it was almost invisible. Old Eero was hesitant, but the new Eero loved it! Without warning Auxil opened the door of the cubicle, "Let me take a look.” Auxil stepped in, and closed the door behind him. He kneeled down and examined the garment, making sure it fit perfectly. Eero was surprised, but trusted the man’s dedication to ensuring it was the right item for Eero. "Oh yes, it looks perfect on you," Auxil said with delight. "It's not too small?" Eero asked. "Heh, not at all," Auxil lied with a grin on his face. Auxil pulled on the straps of the garment a few times, ensuring it was sitting properly. The act of doing so making Eero's package bounce and pull the back of the poser even further up between Eero's glutes, almost rubbing against his hole. They both groaned simultaneously. Buy this point, Eero had obviously grown hard. "Yes, yes, its perfect for you comrade, as if it was made just for you," Auxil enthused. Eero had to admit, it did compliment his body magnificently. It caught the eye but didn't pull focus from the rest of his body, although plenty would be looking at Eero's tightly packed crotch now. Auxil stood up and admired Eero some more. The ex-bodybuilder was a little jealous of Eero. "What I wouldn't give to look like this again," The shopkeeper lamented, resting his hand on Eero's shoulder. "I bet you looked pretty good once," Eero complimented. "Nyet, not AS good as you though," Auxil admitted, "but things were simpler back in my day.” Auxil's hand began to wander (like every other hand that touched Eero lately), down to Eero's chest, rubbing around the generous pec-meat. Eero sighed, it was the best admiration he'd received today, so far. Eero wasn't surprised that yet another had seemingly fallen under the spell of his new pecs, they were damn sexy. Auxil was only gently feeling Eeros pecs up, "C'mon man, you can do better than that!" Eero encouraged. Auxil then started really kneading his fingers into Eeros pecs, cupping the overhang, bouncing them in his hands and pulling fiercely on Eeros big nipples. "Ohhh! Thats more like it!" Eero moaned, the other customers in the store not failing to hear. Auxil knelt down again and held the pecs in his hand for a few seconds before he really went to business. He suddenly thrust his face into the canyon between Eeros pecs, giving the young bodybuilder the motor-boating of a lifetime, followed by a very thorough tonguing. "Ahhhh, Hahaha!" Eero laughed in pleasure. Auxil was moaning like a caged animal, he was rock hard down below and on the verge of blowing his load in his shorts. Auxil then proceeded inevitably onto Eero's fat, engorged nipples, suckling and gnawing at them for as long as he could until he blew his load, which wasn't long at all. "Oh Shiiit!" he bellowed, flopping back in the corner of the cubicle, a large wet spot on his shorts. Eero leaned over the drained shopkeeper and pulled a most muscular and let out a sexy growl. It was like his sexual victory pose. Eero reached down to help the exhausted shopkeeper up, "So I take I get these free of charge?" Eero asked indecently. Auxil just nodded in defeat. Eero smiled. "Using my body to get free shit," Eero thought to himself, "I'm such a slut, I love it!” ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 8! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 10 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
  20. Hi There All! Chapter 7 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the preview for you to take a look at. If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 11 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if you like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) Chapter 6 (Teaser) Halloween Special (Full) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 7 (TEASER) - Attacked patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: Port Secretum, Kapteyn C, Kapteyn's Star, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: 2135 (Following on from Chapter 6, Eero has an encounter with a young admirer in his hotel room.) Eero couldn't fight anymore, he didn't want to fight anymore, the feelings were just too good. And with that simple mental admission Eero felt as if a weight had been lifted, he suddenly felt strong, empowered, sexual. It was pure euphoria. “Ohhh! Let me fuck you!” Eero breathed. “You what?” Tacitus asked, shocked. Eero knelt down, face to face with Tacitus. “I promise, I'll be gentle,” Eero assured him. Tacitus looked into Eero's eyes, he could see he was telling the truth. “O-okay,” he agreed. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— The two walked over to the bed and threw themselves onto it, Eero embracing Tacitus, staring deep into his eyes as their bodies pressed against each other. Eero slid down Tacitus' pants as the he lifted up his shirt and threw it on the floor. “Ready?” Eero asked. “No, but I'm not gonna stop you.” Tacitus smiled. Eero smiled back. He gently turned Tacitus over and pulled his hips up so his tight butt was pointing in the air. Eero stood at the end of the bed and began to aim his 8.5 inches at the tight, quivering hole. Eero was both excited and scared at the same time, as was Tacitus. Eero leaned in slowly, pressing his erection against Tacitus' hole and holding it there. He seized as he felt the heat radiating off of Eero's erection. His hole was tight, but winking in anticipation. “I'm gonna start pushing in,” Eero announced, “I'll be gentle.” Tacitus tried to relax as much as possible as Eero began to push against his hole. “Ahhhh!” Tacitus moaned as his hole was forced apart until eventually Eero's head popped in. “Arghhhh! Ohhhh fuckkkk!” Tacitus cried out in pain. Eero was concerned, he didn't want to hurt Tacitus so he began to pull out. “No! Wait!” Tacitus pleaded, “It's ok, I just need to get used to it!” Eero held his position for a few minutes and tried not to move around too much for fear of causing any more pain. Eventually Tacitus' breaths grew steady and his squeaks of pain dissipated. Eero took it as a sign to continue. “Unnhhh, slowly!” Tacitus moaned. Eero tried his best but the tight fuck-chute was sending sparks of pleasure through his whole body, driving him mad. Eero had half of his length inside before he began to slide back and forth slowly, pulling almost all the way out before gently sliding back in again. Tacitus was seeing spots, and Eero's penis had never felt more incredible pleasure. “Ohhh Fuck! This is sooo good!” Eero breathed as his slowly quickened his pace. Tacitus moaned in agreement, beginning to slide himself back onto Eero's erection. Going a little bit deeper each time. Eero leaned in and wrapped his arm around Tacitus' chest and breathed in his ear, “Thank you for thisss, I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am.” “Unhh! More than you know!” he replied. Tacitus pushing harder into Eero's thrusts, giving him the confidence to really pick up the pace. Eero began thrusting his entire length in and out of Tacitus' hole, pushing really deep until he struck gold and his erection rubbed up against his prostate. “Arghhh! Yesss!” Tacitus moaned in joy, his erection exploding at soon as Eero struck his prostate. Hearing Tacitus' cries of joy sent Eero over the edge. He quickly pulled out and fired his load along his partners back. “Ohhhh Fuckk!” he bellowed letting the pleasure wash over him. He collapsed on top of Tacitus as he was drifting into a sexual haze. He felt Eero's muscle-tits press into his back, If he died tonight, he would die happy. As Eero gently pulled out Tacitus drifted off. Eero lay there on top of him and he too almost drifted off until he remembered what he was meant to be doing. He quickly got up and looked around frantically for his belongings. Eero quickly wiped off any traces of his cum from his body with a towel as he resumed dressing. Despite his hurried state Eero couldn't help but bask in this new feeling of freedom he felt. A huge emotional weight lifted as he gave into his desires. As he dressed he embraced the faintly erotic feeling he felt as he slid up his metallic thigh high boots, hugging his muscled quads tightly, and shimmied his tight little thong over his quads and settling into place, nestled in between his cheeks. He attempted to pull his jacket over his pendulous new pecs as best as he could but they still refused to be hidden from the world, and in truth, Eero didn't want to hide them either. He took in his reflection in the mirror as he prepared to leave. For the first time he looked at himself in a different light. Although Eero knew it was somewhat narcissistic to think so, he could see why Tacitus and Bale and every other guy that snuck a peek at him were so enthralled. He was incredibly hot. For what seemed like the first time, Eero really admired his looks, his chiseled cheeks, strong jaw. He admired his muscles, beautifully defined, and he knew they were soon to get even better. He admired his outfit, when he tried it on for the first time he was hesitant but he could see now why Benz had chosen it for him, it accentuated his body and showed off his assets. The way his pecs exploded from the tight jacket, the skimpy little thong hiding almost nothing and the slutty thigh high boots encasing his legs. Eero didn't care what other people might think, he loved the way it made him feel. Uninhibited for the first time. As he admired himself he noticed Tacitus in the mirrors reflection, still zonked out on the bed. Eero felt guilty, he couldn't just leave him like that and run. But he had to get back to Bale. So Eero laid out some towels next to him on the bed, on top of which he left the bagboy a note, thanking him, and more. Eero took one last glance at the kid, then grabbed his bag and hurried out the door. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 7! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 11 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter and more in full at 4000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
  21. Hi There All! Chapter 6 has just been uploaded on my Patreon! Here's the teaser to give you a taste! If you'd like to find out more on the series and enjoy the full exclusive chapters, hop on over to my Patreon page. Pretty soon I'll be launching a new reward tier on my page with even more content! I only need 13 more supporters to reach my goal and I'll launch the new Tier. Please consider supporting if like the story and want to enjoy more! Thanks! patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (Teaser) Chapter 4 (Teaser) Chapter 5 (Teaser) The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 6 (TEASER) - Growth! patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: Port Secretum, Kapteyn C, Kapteyn's Star, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: 2135 (Following on from Chapter 5, Eero begins to have a reaction to the doctors injection.) “Ok, so what should happen is the nanites will go about administering the required hormones to your cells, promoting growth," the doctor explained. “The nanites will self multiply as needed and once they reach a predetermined level they'll begin to slowly leave the body, mainly through your sweat.” Eero nodded. “Now there may be some minimal growth in neighbouring muscle groups but as I mentioned earlier the nanites are intelligent and know where they are in the body and their target area.” Doctor Bale held the syringe toward Eeros pec. “Ready?” “Ready!” Eero replied. The first needle pierced his skin. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— “Uhh, Doc, Beginning to feel a little uncomfortable here.” Dr Bale walked over, he could see Eero was uncomfortable, sweat beginning to form on his brow. “Ungh! My pecs feel like they're cramping and my nipples are on fire!” Eero groaned. Bale pulled Eeros jacket aside to get a full look at the pecs, something was definitely happening, Eeros two muscle-tits were flexed hard and twitching slightly. Sweat as beginning to form on their surface. Eeros nipples felt raw, like someone had been sucking on them. “Let me see if I can help,” Bale said as he began to massage the two pulsing mounds of pec meat. Bale kneaded Eeros pecs like dough, pressing his fingers into the flesh, attempting to loosen up the tension. “Relax, I’ve also trained as a massage therapist,” Bale assured Eero. “Ohhh Doc, thats it, right there!” Eero moaned. Bales ministrations couldn't alleviate the pain for Eero completely and pretty soon he began to feel something more than just the pulsing under his skin, growth. At first Eero thought it was just his breathing but pretty soon he realised the stretching feeling under his skin was from his muscles. The fibers were beginning to grow and multiply, the nanites dutifully building up the muscle. The sensation began to feel amazing and Eero grew excited, he could help but begin to tent his thong. “Oh Doc, I can feel it. So goood,” Eero breathed as Bale continued to massage the globes of muscle. “These beauties are gonna get huge!” Bale complimented, turning his attention to Eeros nipples, gently massaging around them and pinching them ever so slightly causing Eero to breath in sharply. Strangely it seemed the attention on Eeros nipples seemed to cause the growth to accelerate. They both watched in awe as Eeros chest began to visibly expand beyond its current 47 inches. Eero couldn't believe what he was seeing as the sweaty mounds began to dominate more of his view from where he was lying. They continued expanding, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, it looked like Eero had two large bowls strapped to his chest. They had rounded out beautifully, the flesh firm but yielding as Bale continued massaging the two enormous mounds, salivating slightly at the glorious slight. Bale couldn't fight the urge, and in his overload of arousal Eero couldn't stop him. The good doctor abandoned any sort of professionalism, leaning in to begin licking Eeros new and improved muscle tits, treating them to a tongue bath. Bale ran his tongue up and down the mounds of flesh, circling around the areola before rapturously biting and sucking on Eeros nipples which too had swollen and expanded with the growth. Eero moaned in fevered joy as he was wracked with pleasure. He grabbed the sides of the examination table, Bales pec worship driving Eero crazy. “Oh fuck yes Doc!” Eero shouted “Keep going!” Eero was now rock hard, his erection slipping free from his thong. Bale hadn't failed to notice and had moved his free hand down to begin stroking the young bodybuilders hard penis. While most of the tingling sensation had subsided in Eeros' pecs he could've sworn he soon felt it in neighbouring parts of his body, but the doctor did say that might happen. The feeling was awfully strong though. Despite the immense pleasure attacking his body, doubt began to creep into Eeros mind as he felt his abs, lats traps, delts and biceps grow tense, the familiar cramping sensation quickly returning. “D-Doc!” Eero breathed. “Something's happening!” "Yeah, you're turning into a fucking beautiful musclebound god!” Bale replied. “No! I can feel it . . . elsewhere.” Eero stated. “What do you mea . . .?” Bale paused as he pulled his head away from Eero Pecs. He could see it, the growth was spreading through Eeros body. “Oh My!” Bale exclaimed as he saw Eeros abs began to twitch, rising and falling with each ragged breath. Eight bulging mounds grew bigger and more defined. The obliques becoming more toned and beautiful, but not so thick as to ruin the taper of Eeros waist, drawing the eye to the thick erection tapping Eeros abs with every fevered breath. If Eeros pecs hadn't already blown up so big Bale would be able to see how the taut anterior muscles threaded through the obliques toward Eeros pits. “The, The nanites! They're multiplying beyond their predetermined amount!” Bale realised. It was almost like he could see the growth swelling out from Eeros pecs, the muscles beneath stretching the skin. Around back Eero felt his traps suddenly bloat, pulling against the inside of his jacket. His lats followed suit, their improved size pushing Eeros arms further outwards. The delts, biceps, and triceps twitched, pulsed then bloated. Their new size proving too much for the stitching in Eeros jacket arms, causing slight tears along the sides. Bale couldn't help himself as he watched the erotic display. He quickly climbed up on the examination table and straddled Eeros mid section. The brazenness of the act causing Eero let a long moan as some of the air was forced from his body. “Fuck! Look what I'm creating!” Bale let out a pleasured laugh as Eero thrashed beneath him with each wave of pleasure he felt. Bale reached behind himself and resumed pleasuring Eeros pulsing penis. “Mmm, if only my nanites could grow this muscle too,” Bale chuckled. The growth had spread lower down Eeros back, his taut glutes now getting in on the action has they bloated quickly with new fibers, turning into a full blown bubble butt. The growth was so sudden that to Bale it felt as though Eero had thrusted upwards. "Yeah you enjoying this?" Bale teased as he began to rock back and forth on Eeros abs. Eero was being blinded in pleasure, the strokes of Bales hand on his dick were amazing and as the good doctor rocked back and forth on his abs Eero could feel the weight of his glorious new pecs, the slight pain that lingered from the growth that felt like a good burn from the gym only heightened the pleasure. Eeros breaths got quicker and quicker. The weight of his new muscle was intoxicating. His dick was numb from the stroking. He couldn't hold much longer. “Uhhh! Uhhhh!” “C'mon baby, spill it!” Bale urged “Ugh! Fuck yes!” Eero growled For the second time that day Eero exploded, his cum firing against the doctors back. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 6The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 5 (TEASER) - Port Secretum patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: Port Secretum, Kapteyn C, Kapteyn's Star, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: 2135 (Eero arrives at a secretive facility aftergetting touch with a scientist who can help him put on some extra mass!) The Musculus descended into the atmosphere of Kapteyn C, part of the Kapteyn system a few light years away from Proxima Centauri. A frozen, ancient planet, one of the oldest known in existence, probably containing millions of years of secrets under its icy surface. Eero struggled at the controls, the planets surface shrouded in cloud cover, freezing snowstorm winds constantly battering the planets mountainous surface and the Musculus. Luckily Argento was nearby, navigating them to their destination through the solid white snowstorm winds. Hidden high up in a mountain range of the northern hemisphere was the destination in question, Port Secretum. A research facility where individuals to huge conglomerates could carry out "sensitive" research in private, free from the watchful eye of governments. The facility emerged from the snowstorm, nestled on the side of a mountain, almost completely disguised into the rock thanks to its brutal architecture of concrete and glass. Stepping up the side of the mountain before tapering into a tower about 300ft high. Argento had already described its operations in great detail to Eero, familiar with such places as the company that had created him operated in similar secretive locations, as some had voice concern that engineering robots that were essentially glorified sex slaves to be unethical. The talk had not imbued Eero with much confidence, now very uneasy about what could be in store for him but still determined to meet the scientist who could fulfil Eero’s desire to get huge! Eero gently guided the Musculus into one of the hangers piercing the mountainside. Docking clamps holding the ship in mid air. "We have arrived, Sir," Argento announced getting up from the navigation console,"Local temperature, minus ten degrees fahrenheit.” Eero shivered at just the sound of such cold temperatures as he went to get changed. "Guess it's a good thing this jacket does have a built in heating elements," Eero admitted, changing out of his workout clothes and slipping on the silver leather and shearling bomber, sliding up his boots over his bulging calves and meaty quads, hoping to make a good first impression to the scientist. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Eero stepped from the ship into the hanger. The freezing wind rushing through the enormous space causing Eero to quickly seek out the entrance, but not before turning to see Argento stood in the Airlock. "Aren't you coming Argie?" Eero questioned. "I'm afraid I cannot, Sir." Argento explained "My software has received a geofence warning that robotic entities like myself are not permitted in the facility for security reasons.” "I will look after the Musculus for you, Sir.” Eero nodded, trying to pull his jacket over his pecs and running for the entrance. *PSHH* The glass doors sliding open with a satisfying motion, and an even more satisfying warmth radiating from within. Eero stepped into the entrance, proceeding down a passageway as a robotic female voice was heard overhead. "Welcome to Port Secretum, eastern hanger entrance.” "Please have identification ready for inspection at our security checkpoint.” "If you are a visitor, please ensure prior confirmation has been made for your visit by your host." "Please use main elevators beyond the security checkpoint for access to the central concourse.” "Thank You. And have a pleasant day.” The fake pleasantries of the robotic voice didn't hide the very serious nature of the facility, and neither did the security checkpoint a few hundred meters down the large passageway. Eero could see two security officers stationed there, ready to check his ID. They watched Eero as he approached, one of them leaning over the others shoulder, whispering something in his ear, the other nodding in response, grinning. Then they faced each other and . . . "Are they playing Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Eero asked himself, very confused. The first officer pulled paper on the other officers rock. The first officer throwing his arms up in victory before they quickly returned to their stations as Eero reached the checkpoint. Eero looked at the two security officers before him. The two men were very suitably muscled for their jobs. Big, but not overly so that their movement and flexibility where compromised. Their muscles both bulging perfectly in all the right places. Had it not been for their different skin colours Eero would've sworn they were twins. It didn't help that their uniforms were perfectly identical. Shiny black boots and tight leather pants with belts storing the officers' various equipment encased the mens' tightly muscled lower bodies. With their torsos covered by tight, white, sleeveless button up shirts, tucked into their pants and both with neckties, and leather straps around each of their biceps. Black leather gloves adorning their hands, and on their heads, leather peaked caps. But the visor actually extended down in front of their eyes, a tinted screen, displaying various information on the inside. Both the men had very manly faces though, Eero could tell from beneath their visors. Their jawlines flared out slightly before shooting back into meet sexy square chins. High cheekbones and concave cheeks made for an intimating face. In their tight uniforms, the men demanded respect. Eero wasn't initially intimidated, having worked as a security guard back home he was sure he could get on their good side. Eero approached the officer on the left station, (coincidentally the one who had won the rock off) "How's it goin'," Eero asked casually. Noting the surname on the officers badge, Kees. "Identification, Sir,” Officer Kees demanded, Clearly Not up for chit-chat. Eero pulled out his Slate, flashing his I.D card onto the screen, the security officer swiping his hand over it, a scanner built into his glove beeping as it detected the ID. The same robotic voice as before emerged from the machine in front of the Officer. "Identification confirmed: Eero Ericson Solis.” "Mr. Solis please stand still for the security scan," Officer Kees announced. A blue plane of holographic light emerged from the scanner overhead, passing over Eero twice. Before letting out a positive DING noise. But Kees wasn't done. "Mr Solis you have been randomly selected for a thorough screening," the Officer declared. Eero suddenly felt VERY nervous. "Uhhh, O-Okay?" Eero responded slightly perplexed, looking at the completely empty passageway behind. Randomly selected. Sure. "Please proceed into the screening room," Kees directing Eero to small room off to the side. As Eero entered the room he could've sworn he heard the two officers behind him high five. There was no disguising what the room Eero had just stepped into was. It was an interrogation room. "They don't seriously think I'm some kind of terrorist do they?" Eero thought, yet again completely oblivious to what was really about to happen. "These are men of authority though, I best obey them," Eero not wanting to have a run in with the law. Officer Kees stepped into the room, the door sliding closed and locking behind him. Eero watched, confused as the Officer slowly began to remove his tie and unbutton his top two buttons. He then got straight to work. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— © Rekoobaz Hope you enjoyed this little teaser of Chapter 5! To see the full chapter and more, head on over to my Patreon page! patreon.com/rekoobaz The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste of the work to come. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. (I only need 13 more Patrons to reach my next goal!) If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy this chapter in full at 5000+ words. Thanks, and again, feedback is appreciated!
  23. Hi There All! Here is the second chapter of my ongoing sci-fi series. This chapter has a little bit more "action" in it if you know what I mean. Feedback is appreciated. If you'd like to find out more on the series, hop on over to my Patreon page. patreon.com/rekoobaz Enjoy! The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 2 - Suiting Up patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: “Venditio", T-1e, Trappist system, 1st Quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: AD 2135 “Ugh!” Eero groaned, splashing some water over his face. Eero had awoken a few hours later feeling worse than death, everyone had told him his first jump using FTL drive would be unpleasant, he just hadn't realised how unpleasant. It felt like the worst hangover of his life. The Distance of the jump, more than three hundred light years in fact, didn't help matters either, he really should've tried a shorter distance to get himself used to faster-than-light travel. But Eero wasn't one for baby steps and as he saw it he had a busy schedule to keep up. Eero stepped into the compact shower room on the Musculus, letting the cool water run over his body, hoping it would make him feel better, cleaning every nook and cranny much more thoroughly than the day before, before drying himself and grinning at his reflection in the mirror. “Time to get some new gear!” Eero Cheered Eero had arrived in the Trappist-1 system, a mere 39 light years from earth. As he entered the orbit of T-1e, Eero was simply overwhelmed by the shear volume of other ships orbiting the planet. It was already a dizzying hive of activity and he hadn't even set foot on the surface yet! Eero fought the urge to make a “not in Kansas anymore” joke as he set the Musculus’ navigation to the spaceport in the city of Venditio, the home of a massive Galleria supposedly able to “cater to every whim,” or so it was claimed when Eero was reading up on it. As Eero docked at the spaceport without too much hassle, aside for having to wait for a berth. He took in the enormity of his surroundings. T-1e's spaceport was easily 10 times the size of the one back home. Completely undercover, with a seemingly endless network of huge promenades, passageways, and catwalks leading out to the docked ships. Had it not been clearly marked with directions Eero would've been lost before even setting off. Stepping outside into the sunlight for the first time, Eero quickly slipped his sunglasses on in shock. The sunlight, brighter, whiter than the sunlight of the small red dwarf back home, assaulted his eyes. “Maybe I'll get a nice tan from it though,” Eero Reasoned. On his way to the galleria, Eero took in the sights, sounds, smells and people all around him. Large holographic billboards, the collective roar from the crowds shuffling from place to place, the pleasant and sometimes not so pleasant aromas from food stalls nearby. So many different faces passing him in a constant blur. It was something new to him, but he noticed many people had genetically altered themselves in some way whether in the pursuit of beauty or perhaps some other reason. Back home he'd only ever seen a few people like that. Now they were passing thick and fast. Eero stepped into the massive galleria feeling the cooling air, a nice reprieve from the sweaty crowds outside. Taking off his sunglasses and pulling out his Slate from the back pocket of his coveralls, Eero pulled up the information about the store he was looking for, it was listed under "Antique" store, whatever that was. Run by a guy called “Samus,” Eero read on his Slate. “Right, Now where are you?” Eero looked around, realising he could be there a while. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Some two hours later, sweaty and exhausted, Eero finally stumbled across the store in question, Tucked away at the far end of the Galleria. Eero pulled himself together, unbuttoning a few buttons on the front of his coveralls to cool himself down, completely shirtless underneath, Eero let out a sigh of relief and entered the small store, “Samus' Militaria.” Before him lay a huge range of wares, many of them not of interest to him, but he was drawn to a rack full of old flight jackets, black, tan, lined with shearling, the lot. Just like the ones in his great granddads stories. He could do without the musty smell offending his nostrils, but they were still interesting. As Eero was transfixed by the garments in front of him, the shopkeeper emerged from the back. “Holy Shit! You're huge!” The guy exclaimed. Eero spun around, surprised by the man’s sudden outburst. “Whoa sorry 'bout that man” the guy said Eero took in the man before him, dressed in sweats, he looked young, certainly no older than Eero “Are you . . . Samus?” Eero Questioned “Me? Haha, no way! Samus is my Uncle. I just help out in the store from time to time,” the guy explained. “Im Ace,” the guy continued. “Eero” introduced himself. Eero went back to looking at the garments. As Eero browsed, Ace secretly stole glances at him, taking in what he could see from underneath the tight coveralls. “Man this guy is hot!” Ace thought to himself. Eero was looking at all he jackets and despite the variety, they all had one thing common, an eye watering price. As Eero turned, Ace got another peek of the bulging pecs Eero had poking out from his coveralls. “Ummm,” Eero said walking over to the desk where Ace sat. “I don't suppose you have anything like this a bit cheaper?” Eero asked, holding one of the jackets in is hand. “Don't think so, why? Wanting to do a re-enactment on a budget or something?” Ace questioned “Re-enactment?” Eero repeated sounding confused. “Yeah, or are you tryna do a cosplay or something?” “Cos . . . play?” Eero repeated again. “Well, yeah. The only people that buy those are history junkies or some cosplayer tryna do some period character.” Ace explained. “You're not wanting to actually USE it are you?” “Well, sorta, yeah.” The young shop assistant laughed. “Dude, these are so not suitable for that. Especially if you're travelling interplanetary. Most of this stuff is antique, ancient, thats why it's so expensive.” “Oh. I see.” “Yep, Sorry about that dude,” Ace apologised. “Well, Um, Thanks anyway.” Eero said, dejected. “Damn!” Eero though to himself, stumped by something as simple as clothes shopping. Maybe his mother was right. Perhaps he wasn't cut out for travelling the big, bad galaxy. As Eero turned to leave, Ace stole another quick look at Eero's Pecs, and trailed his eyes down seeing all the way to the bottom of Eeros’ Abdomen before his coveralls closed up to hide what lay beneath. Ace was so enamoured by this muscly figure standing in his uncles shop, he took a chance. “Wait!” Ace yelled “I . . . um, I've got a friend who works in a clothing store on the other side of the galleria. They might have something you'd be interested in.” “Really?!” Eero turned, excited. “Yeah, I'll be closing up in about half an hour, I could take you over there if you like.” “That'd be awesome!” Not so stupid after all Eero thought to himself. As they waited for the time to pass Eero told Ace about his plans, how he competed, how he had left his home planet in search of adventure and Ace listened intently, no other customers around to interrupt their conversation. Ace told Eero about himself as well. Turns out Ace was in fact younger than Eero at 19, and was into bodybuilding himself, but as more of a spectator. Not to say Ace wasn't fit, he was a very respectable 190lbs of ripped muscle on a 5'ft 9in frame. As Eero talked, Ace had pulled out his Slate and was messaging his friend that they were soon off to meet. Ace grinned wickedly each time a response came through from the mystery friend. “Wonder what thats all about,” Eero thought to himself as he continued to talk. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— “Here we go!” Ace said excitedly. “My buddy Benz closed the store a little bit earlier to help get you what you need.” Ace tapped on the glass and waited. “Gee, that was nice of him!” Eero looked at the name of the store, "Magna Rimor" the sign said. On the glass there was also holographic writing with the text “Interplanetary wear for the BOLD”. Eventually a figure emerged from the back of the store, opening the entry for Eero and Ace and closing it behind them, being sure to put the “Closed” hologram on and switching the glass of the shopfront to opaque so they could have some privacy. “Damn, I can see what you mean! This guy is packed with muscle!” Exclaimed Benz, the shopkeeper, who wasn't too bad himself at 26 with about 210lbs, but lacking in good definition. “Told ya Benz.” “Heh, thanks,” Eero said somewhat awkwardly but still pleased at the admiration of his hard earned mass. Eero took in the sight of the man before him, trying not to stare has he took in the man’s outfit. A tan full length fur coat with knee high black boots and from what Eero could make out a very tight pair of ripped black short shorts. “Must be some sort of ‘look’ I'm not familiar with,” Eero thought. “Ace said you were in need of a new outfit, and he's right man, can't have you going around in those coveralls, you gotta show off the goods!” Benz declared, taking Eero by shoulder and leading him to the changing area. Eero was led into a well illuminated round room with changing rooms on one side and a large mirror on the other, it sort of reminded Eero of the posing room at his gym back home. Benz, standing behind Eero leaned over his shoulder, “Why don't you loose the coveralls, let me see what I'm working with.” Ace Grinned. “O-okay” Eero replied, a little weirded out. Sure he'd been on stage in nothing but his posers before but this was a different setting. Eero pulled his bulging arms out of the sleeves and pulled the top half of the coveralls down to his waist before tying the arms around, not wanting to show himself off so indecently. Eero saw Benz smirking behind him in the reflection of the mirror. Ace taking a seat off to the side. “Ace here said you were looking at those mouldy old things in his uncles shop, I've got something better,” said Benz, almost whispering into Eeros’ ear. Benz disappeared for a second and returned with the coolest jacket Eero had ever seen. It was just like the ones he'd seen in his great grandfathers old comics. An amazing shearling bomber jacket with white shearling tufting out of the cuffs, waist and collar. The outside was a silver metallic effect leather with belt like fasteners around the waist and cuffs. The garment appeared to glow in the light. “Wow! That's exactly what is was after!” Eero exclaimed “It's specially designed with interplanetary travel in mind, it even has a built in heating element for even the coldest environments, you wouldn't have to wear anything underneath!” Benz said winking. Eero took the jacket in hands before putting his arms through the sleeves, just verging on snug. His bulbous pecs spilling out the front. “Hmm, you sure it's the right size?” “It's the largest we have,” Benz lied wickedly. “But theres just one thing I need to fix,” Benz said, stepping behind Eero and quickly yanking Eeros coveralls all the way down to his feet. “H-hey!” Eero Protested, standing there now in nothing but the jacket, his jockstrap and his shoes caught up in his tangled coveralls. Ace laughed at the spectacle, knowing where it was going. “Much better, jockstrap fan are we?” Benz questioned. “I think I know just how to finish this outfit off then.” Knowing he was already pushing his luck with Eeros’ nudity, Benz ushered Eero into one of the changing rooms, but not before discarding the coveralls and shoes Eero had kicked off. Eero waited in the jacket and his jockstrap until Benz slid a huge shoe box under the door, “They'll match the jacket perfectly.” Inside was a pair of thigh high boots matched perfectly to the jacket he was wearing, silver metallic leather on the outside with shearling trim along the leg opening. Eero had to admit to himself they looked good, but were they even mens? They had an air of slutty-ness to them he thought. Regardless he slid them on not wanting to be rude, they fit snugly and Eero liked how they felt giving his quads and calf muscles a slight squeeze. “Mmm, these are pretty nice” he thought to himself “But I can’t really wear just these!” he shouted from inside the changing room. “Right you are!” Came Benz’s voice from the other side of the door as a small package was slid underneath. Eero opened the package and his heart stopped at what he saw inside. A tiny, white, stretchy, THONG! “Was he mad!?” Eero thought to himself “Hey, I can't wear this!” “Sure you can, Ace said you're a bodybuilder, you should be used to this kinda stuff.” Benz called from outside. Eero reluctantly dropped his jockstrap and pulled the tight little piece of fabric awkwardly over the new boots and stretched it over his thighs. The thong sat snugly over his privates with the string along the back nestling between his glutes. Eero made a pained expression as he hesitated, and then turned to face himself in the mirror. But what he saw stunned him. The whole ensemble, the jacket, the boots and the ludicrously tiny thong thrilled Eero in the most unfamiliar way. He took in his reflection, seeing his bulging pecs spilling out from the jacket, the boots managed to capture every contour of his thickly muscled legs, and the way the thong sat on his hips accentuating his tightly packed slender waist. It all came together perfectly. He almost couldn't describe it, the way he looked, it made him think of himself in a way he never had before, sexy. “Yes, thats it” Eero thought, “I look fucking sexy!” Eeros self admiration was cut short by and knocking on the door. “C'mon, we wanna see!” Ace yelled. “C'mon, C'mon, C’mon,” the two of them starting chanting, “C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C’mon” getting louder and faster. Eero, suddenly not feeling quite so confident as he did moments ago hesitated, then took a deep breath and slowly opened the changing room door. The two guys had stopped chanting as the door opened and Eero slowly revealed himself. A collective gasp filled the room, the two men suddenly hit with a wave of arousal seeing the bodybuilder in his new revealing clothing. Eero, slightly sauntered out of the changing room, still not used to the new boots. “Ooh,” Ace moaned, “thats fucking hot!” no longer bothering to hold himself back. “Agreed!” Laughed Benz. “I-I don't think I can wear this out in public you guys, i’ll get arrested!” Eero protested. The two men laughed, “Maybe in the backwater you grew up in!” Ace teased. “But in more established space things are a little more relaxed.” “Anyway, it looks perfect on you!” Benz declared, standing behind Eero again. “Besides,” Benz pulled in close behind Eero, definitely whispering this time, “It’d more of a crime not to show off this magnificent body”. Benz slowly moved his hands down from Eeros shoulders along his back, over his flared lats before slowly reaching around and groping Eeros pecs. Eero flinched at the cold touch of Benz hands, “N-No.” Eero Breathed “Whats wrong? I thought you'd like someone admiring your muscles? Or do you only allow it when they're a paid spectator and you’re flexing on stage?” Benz joked, Pulling one of Eeros’ puffy nipples between his fingers causing Eero to breathe in sharply. Benz then pulled his arms around Eeros, locking him in a Nelson hold. “Go on Ace, cop a feel of these beauties.” Ace stood in front of Eero and began massage the large pecs, running a finger between the two mounds, pinching the nipples. Causing Eero to moan. “St-Stooop, Please” Begged Eero, “Don't be silly” Benz replied, "I think you're enjoying yourself.” Eero was awash with feelings that he'd never felt before, welling up from the very core of his being, this combined with the assault on his body was leaving him feeling very confused. And strangely aroused. Ace moved lower, first tracing the underside of Eeros pecs before running his hands down the tightly packed abs on Eeros midsection, causing Eero to writhe and stretch. Eeros’ resistance began to falter. Benz noticed and loosened his grip, moving one of his hand down to feel one of Eeros firm glutes, large and firm with just enough give. Eero couldn't deny he could feel himself becoming quickly erect. Ace knelt and began to feel the quads beneath Eeros’ new boots, before his hand joined Benz’s on the other cheek, Pressing hard just Benz gave the other cheek and firm smack. “Unhh!” Eero let out again, starting to loose himself. Ace pulled on one of the sides of Eeros thong before letting it snap back into position, causing Eero to flinch once again. Ace then decided to go in for the kill leaning in close around Eeros navel and began to drag his tongue downwards. Eero was panicking, perspiration beginning to form on his brow, his faced scrunched up in anguish, a semi in his new thong. Benz too had joined in on the tonguing, giving Eeros' left ear the ride of its life, just as Ace moved lower and slowly began licking on the base of Eeros’ . . . “NO!” Eero shouted, breaking away from the two men and his arousal. “Please, No more.” Ace and Benz looked at Eero, who was clearly shaken. “All right, All right, we've had our fun Ace. Lets give him a minute to cool down.” Eero leaned against a wall trying to relax, breathing heavily. “Looks like another satisfied customer hey Benz” Ace joked. “Nah not quite, he’s just flustered now” Benz replied grinning. A few minutes later after Eero had “cooled down” and got his composure back, he asked “Now, um, about payment I guess,” looking down at this new outfit. “Oh no, you EARNED it!” Benz replied Eero just blinked “Definitely,” Ace agreed, “just be sure to come back soon!” he winked. And without so much as a goodbye they shoved Eero out of the store and back into the crowds of people bustling through the Galleria. Eero was instantly embarrassed, slipping his sunglasses back on before even getting outside. Hurrying straight back to the refuge of his ship the Musculus. ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— Finally back on the musculus Eero headed straight for his cabin and just collapsed on his bed, trying to make sense of the events that had just transpired. Eero was filled with mixed emotions as he stared at the ceiling, thinking back to the feelings he had encountered whilst in the changing room. Sure he'd always admired the hard work he had put in to his physique but this was different, Bolder, and Cocky. Then seeing himself in that outfit, there was that strange feeling of sexiness he felt. “What the hell did they do to me?” Eero thought, his emotions out of control. The way they had groped his muscles and almost groped other “things” filled with and almost primal arousal for the briefest moment. Not even his girlfriend had ever touched him like that. And he couldn't deny it, that deep within, there was a part of him that had enjoyed it. “But, does that make me . . .? No, of course not, I've got a girlfriend!” Eero reasoned. “Besides I wasn’t doing anything, it was all them,” trying to justify everything that had happened. “And then there’s this ridiculous outfit!” Eero said aloud, getting up and looking at himself in the mirror. But despite how frustrated and confused he was from the days events Eero couldn't deny that when he saw himself in the mirror he was impressed. His new Bomber jacket, Boots, and tiny thong were a seemingly absurd ensemble but they showed of his body so well! And now that he thought of it, no one that passed him in the Galleria had even batted an eyelid on his the way back to the spaceport. "Maybe they were telling the truth, maybe it isn't THAT outrageous,” Eero hoped. Truth is, it was a little bit. “I guess I have to wear it, I got it for free [more or less], It'd be rude not to.” Eero took in his reflection one last time, giving a timed flex before heading back to his bed, exhausted. “Here's hoping tomorrow won’t be so bizarre.” ————————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— End of Chapter #2 © Rekoobaz Hope You enjoyed the story so far. The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste of the work to come. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy further chapters Thanks and again, feedback is appreciated!
  24. Hi There All! This is my very first time posting on the forum. I've been a lurker for some time and thought it was about time to share the beginnings of a series I've been working on. This first chapter is a little narrative heavy but there will be much more to enjoy in the coming chapters. Chapter 2 is coming tomorrow As this is my first written work, feedback is appreciated. The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero Chapter 1 - Setting Off patreon.com/rekoobaz Location: 'Nulla Excitatione' Colony, K 186-f, Kepler 186 system, 1st quadrant, Milky Way Galaxy Year: AD 2135 Eero had finally done it, standing proud, covered in fake tan, oil and wearing nothing but his pink poser and a winning smile. "Number 12, Eero Ericson Solis" The announcer bellowed into the microphone. The crowd cheering as the name of the undisputed star of the contest was called out. After months of training Eero had finally taken First place in the N.E.C (Nulla Excitatione Colony)amateur bodybuilding competition, the biggest and, well, only bodybuilding competition on the planet. Eero, ever humble was gracious in his victory even though he knew the other competitors were never a major threat. Aside from a few other men, none of the competitors would be what you'd call a proper bodybuilder. As it was only really an amateur comp, Most just did it as something to do on an otherwise uneventful planet. Eero grew up on Kepler 186-f, a fairly dry planet orbiting a small red dwarf about 560 light years from earth. Although roughly the same size as earth, 186-f had a rather small population of around 700,000 people. 186-f was what people referred to as a “Middle Rung” planet. Not on the frontier of human exploration but not fully established either. But now 40 years old, the atmosphere had changed from frontier colony to almost normal small communities. This meant less of a military presence on this slowly burgeoning planet, which led to problems, the threat of increased crime, but also opportunities for certain people, like Eeros’ father. Eero, his mother and father first came to 186-f 20 years ago just as the planet was approaching 'middle rung' status and Eeros father cashed in on the boom by setting up his own securities firm. They lived a comfortable life, but Eero wanted more. And now standing there, tanned, oiled, pumped and smiling, Eero had the last piece of the puzzle to start on a new adventure, a rather sizeable cheque! (And a pretty nice trophy too) ———————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— "Congratulations Son!" Eeros father said, beaming and giving Eero a hard pat on the shoulder as they drove immediately from the competition to the spaceport. "With a Physique like that it was an easy victory for you!". "Heh, Thanks old man!" Eero said grinning as his father looked over, taking in his sons magnificent body. At 21, Eero stood a decent 5’ft 11in with his dirty blonde hair, almost permanent playful grin and chiseled face, which had always made him popular with the girls growing up. But Eeros father was paying less attention his sons face and more to his musculature. Eero had weighed in earlier that day at a very generous 240lbs, with his bulging 20 inch biceps, rounded pecs completing a 47 inch chest, six pack abs tapering down to an absurdly tight 27 inch waist before flaring back out again with his rippling quads and beginnings of a rather nice bubble butt, it was clear to his father why Eero had reigned supreme at the comp that day. Sure, there were bigger men than Eero in the competition, some of them his dads own muscly employees. But no one came close to Eero in definition and symmetry. Eeros father let his hand rest on his sons leg as they drove, trying to cop a slight feel without being too obvious, feeling the slight remains of oil and fake tan. Eero had been a little too quick to wash up after the comp and get over to the spaceport. His father continued giving subtle rubs to his sons quads, Eero not really noticing, his father had always been sure to show his support of his sons bodybuilding. In fact if Eero could remember correctly, his father was the one that got Eero into bodybuilding in the first place. ———————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— When they arrived, Eeros second prize for the day was waiting for him in the distance. They stepped out of the transporter, a slight chill ran though air of the enormous hanger, Eero quickly pulling on his oversized hoodie over his stringer tank he'd worn atop his tight shorts. And there it was, suspended in the air by several docking clamps, Eeros' ship. Since graduating high school Eero had worked tirelessly as a security guard for his fathers company, and with the occasional comp each year, and a VERY generous amount from his parents. Eero had finally afforded himself his very own ticket to freedom. A small spacefaring vessel about 55 metres long similar to a military Corvette. Eero bought it off a merchant who his father had done a great deal of business with over the years, getting Eero a good deal. But it had still been very expensive, around 200,000 credits. Most of his sensible friends were spending that kind of money on literally more grounded purchases like their first house. But that was exactly what Eero didn't want! Besides this was house you could take anywhere in Eeros mind. "What a beauty!" said his father, whistling. "You sure you wanna got through with this? I'll miss ya." "Positive." Replied Eero, "Besides, I've exhausted all the competition here,” He Grinned. "Aleks! Eero!" came a gruff voice from behind them, the ship merchant. "Come to collect the old girl?” "Hey now, you said it wasn't that old?" Eero replied laughing. "Right you are, only 10 ten years, its been a display model most its life.” "Well, I believe I owe you this" Eero handing over a fresh new cheque. "And those must be mine" Eero gestured at the stack of manuals, codes and key cards in the merchants hand. "And this too young fella." The merchant replied, handing Eero a bottle of champagne. "Been a display all its life, hasn't been christened. Got a name in mind?” "Sure do, 'Musculus", the C.C.V Musculuuuus!" Eero shouted, tossing the bottle at the ship and pulling an eye popping most muscular. "Heh, just like its owner hey?" Eeros father laughed. "Makes sense considering what you've got in mind." Eero dreamed of becoming a champion on the bodybuilding stage across the galaxy, travelling from system to system to compete in the all the biggest and best comps he could. And he wanted to do it all while seeing as much of the world that he could. The Musculus was his ticket there. ———————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— “It's huge!” Eeros mother exclaimed as it sat above the motor pool at his fathers depot. “Just like its owner!” Eeros father joked, nudging his son playfully. Eero, screwing his face up at his fathers gross mention of his sons bits replied,”It's not that big Mom, just enough.” “Are you sure you wanna do this?” Eero was getting sick of been asked that today. "Yes, Mom, absolutely” Rolling his eyes. “Its just that, well, it's a big world out there and it doesn't kindly to the . . . unfamiliar” His mother replied, choosing her words carefully. Now Eero certainly wasn't stupid, he'd been a model student throughout his school years and a hard working and vigilant employee under his father. He was however at times gullible, unwary. With an innocence that belied his big muscular physique. He'd been exploited growing up by other kids and his somewhat guarded upbringing had certainly been part of the problem, but he was and adult now, his mother had to let go. And so did his girlfriend Chastity. She was none too pleased about Eeros plans. Or as she saw it, "Pointless galavanting around the galaxy,” when he should be getting down on one knee. But eero was a free spirit and wouldn't be contained that that easily. "Besides, it'll probably be only a couple of months at most babe" Eero reassured, giving her as kiss on the forehead as she stood there, arms crossed. “You better not try to relieve your ‘urges’ in the arms of another chick whilst you are up there!” She spat. “No girls, I Promise.” Eero assured her. ———————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— As Eero hefted the last of the belongings he was taking with him into the ships hold, he took one last chance to take in his friends and family gathered to see him off “Hmm, not many." Eero thought, looking at his mother, father, girlfriend (with her arms still crossed and a rotten expression) and two of his buddies that had come by to see him off, as well as a few of his old workmates who were milling about the motor pool and had stopped to wish him well. "Guess there isn't too much keeping me here. At least they'll be there for me if I cock this up." Eero mumbled. But secretly praying it wouldn't come to that. “No, I'll be fine." Thought Eero and he shouted his final goodbyes through the holds closing hatch and the Musuclus ascended into K-186f's orbit. Eero staring out the portholes in wonderment the whole time. ———————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— A few hours later, after the initial thrill of heading into space for the first time since he was a baby had worn off, Eero explored his new mobile home and tried to come to grips with many of the ships systems. Most of the ships compartments where finished in either a white or grey cladding, hiding the labyrinth of pipes and other mechanical workings underneath. Indirect lighting in ceiling and some around the floor bathed the compartments in a soft glow. Their overall effect meant the ships interior didn't feel too severe and industrial. Eero shuffled down the central gangway, taking stock of all the different spaces. Aside from his Master cabin there were 4 more cabins with 2 berths each. "Good for if I have party" Eero Joked. As well as the Bridge, there was the galley with a small mess room attached, shower room, hold and a few other empty compartments yet to be fitted out. "Hmm, I'll certainly need to find some more fittings." Eero thought, sitting down and shuffling thought all the manuals and paperwork the merchant had given him, remembering the guy saying something about a list of spares locations around the galaxy that eero should take advantage of. “Later" Eero grinned, "I've got some more important things to address.” Eero stood and made a beeline for the large mirror against one of the walls in his cabin. Slipping out of the coveralls he'd put on earlier and taking in his full 240lbs glory and gratuitously re-enacting his routine from that morning. Under the soft light of his quarters, Eeros skin looked flawless, airbrushed. Eero was already pretty free of any imperfections, especially acne. One of the advantages of building up his bulging muscles without the help of substances. Eero shifted from pose to with an almost infectious enthusiasm, taking in those bulging 20inch guns, repping them continuously, trying to get a bit of pump going. Going in for a lat spread, watching his rounded, sizeable pecs bunch up, his nipples soon erect from the cool air in the cabin. Tracing his fingers down his tight abs to rest on his hips. His other 8.5 inch "muscle" began to flex in the pink posing strap Eero was still wearing since this morning. He opted for the briefest of posers show off as much as he could, including the tight but verging on bubble butt glutes and to show of that slender waist. Eero would never have indulged in such behaviour back home, especially if his girlfriend was around, she was never too keen on the bodybuilding stuff. But now Eero could do whatever the hell he wanted. That realisation did nothing to stop his arousal "Better control myself, I've got a lot to do." And as Eero took one last look at those perfect muscles he was reminded as to why he wanted do this, Indulging a childhood fantasy. "Yeah, you're a space explorer now,” he laughed. Eero could remember in his early years when his family would visit, his great grandfather would share with him amazing stories about his life and how he was once a noted coloniser, instrumental in the expansion of mankind into the stars in the mid 21st century. His grandfather would also share with him these fascinating documents from even earlier called "Comics," from a time when man could only dream of doing what Eero was. The comics of fantasy and fiction had inspired Eero monumentally and he decided he need needed something all the best characters had, A killer outfit. Eero had found a place on the local intranet about a place on a planet in a nearby system that actually sold stuff from those periods, like actual ex-military gear. “That'll give me an authentic look!" He'd thought to himself back when he was planning. Eero had over a week before his next contest in another system. Awfully soon for another competition for sure but Eero wanted to get moving and get his name out there, and why shouldn't he give another comp a try so soon? He was high on success from his latest win. He couldn't possibly loose. In the meantime it was training, exploring, and most importantly, getting some new gear. "Yeah!" Eero yelled, flexing his biceps. "Time to suit up!" ———————————————————————————————- # ——————————————————————————————————— End Chapter #1 © Rekoobaz Hope You enjoyed the story so far. There will much more to come in chapter 2! CHAPTER 2 WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW The Intergalactic Adventures of Eero will be an ongoing series on Patreon. Chapters 1 and 2 are free to view to give you a taste of the work to come. I'll be starting out with two chapters every month with more exciting content to come in the future. If you're interested you find out more at patreon.com/rekoobaz By pledging just $1.00 per month you'll be able to enjoy further chapters Thanks and again, feedback is appreciated!
  25. momoware

    Serving Muscle Daddy chapter 1

    I wrote this story today and I've wanted to for ages, based on a guy in his mid-50s I know who recently got into competitive bodybuilding. He's so gruff and manly and when we see each other in the street or in town he slaps me on the back and I wish I was one of his sons. This is what I imagine he and his grown sons get up to behind closed doors. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dave looked really good. He had turned fifty a nine months prior and had never felt better. Life seemed to be back on track for the guy, who had not had the easiest of times. His high school sweetheart Angela, with whom he had sired two sons, had been gone from his life for twenty six lonely years. His love for her had been so profound that he had never even glanced in the direction of another woman since her passing. Until her death he had been a keen gym goer and amateur bodybuilder, and she loved when he would bounce his meaty pecs or flex his powerful arms for her. It made her feel safe, and him feel masterful and strong, like a trusty protector of his beloved treasure. After she was gone he stopped paying attention to this aspect of his life, turning his attention to being a dutiful father for the lads and working hard to provide for them. It was as he approached the milestone birthday that he caught a glimpse of himself in the shower, his shoulders still broad and his waist still trim, that the idea crossed his mind to head to the home gym in the basement and see if any of his formidable strength remained. He was to be pleasantly surprised as he loaded up a squat rack with heavy weights, dropped to ground with them over his shoulders and bounced up effortlessly. The adrenaline was instant and a rush of excitement coursed through his body. After this exercise his quads were bursting with veins and pulsating wildly. “This is definitely something I could get back into.” He pondered. Fast forward to Christmas Eve, as Dave sat by the fire in the living room with the newspaper and a glass of wine, his bulging muscular frame filling the armchair his sons entered the room. “Ah there you are boys! I was wondering where you’d both got to. Come and join me on the couch.” The beast of a man stood up, his mass eclipsing the two smaller men who had sprung from his seed. He sat in the middle of the sofa and was joined on either side by Andreas and Robert. He put his arms around their necks and brought them in to nuzzle his huge, hard chest and they obediently and adoringly rested, each head gently placed on one solid pec. Dave began to rub his sons’ backs gently, and then not so gently. After not long his arm extended further and further south and was massaging their buttocks. Massaging them hard. The boys each began to squeeze one of their dad’s thick nipples, which immediately began to get thicker and harder. A small moan came out of each of their soft mouths as a large middle finger entered their rectum. “Shhhhh boys, don’t respond, just let it happen, ease into it.” Upon their father’s instruction their anuses appeared to relax and their expressions of anguish turned to beaming smiles and Dave began to thrust his finger in and out of the tight holes. “Boys I never imagined we’d have such a happy Christmas after your mother died. This is such a delight, I love you both so much.” He then began to passionately kiss Andreas, thrusting his tongue down his son’s throat. “Daddy we love you too. Every day that Andy and I stay home to look after all of your needs is a dream come true, we love our daddy!” purred Robert into dad’s ear. This pleased Dave and he flipped his body over, leaving Andreas to catch his breath, and began thrusting his giant body against Robert’s slight pudgy build. Robert moaned as Dave bit down on his lower lip before digging his warm wet tongue into his mouth. “Robbie you’re so tasty, just what I needed after a big dinner!” Dave ripped off his sweater showing a distended, but nonetheless ripped, belly from the aforementioned meal. The trousers came next and his gigantic throbbing cock made quick work of tearing through his tight boxers. “Andy, worship my body like a good boy while I smash your brother’s arse open!” Andreas didn’t need to be told twice and he got down on the floor, licking his father’s toes and then moving up the rippling legs, first kissing and groping the calf muscles that jutted out like coarse diamonds and then moving his head up between the beefy red hot thighs. He kissed the insides of his dad’s quads as Dave tightened his grip on his son’s head as his pleasure intensified. “Come on Robbie, time to see if I loosened you up enough.” In less than a second he undressed his son and turned him over, burying his handsome face in the asshole, excavating the deep crevice with his tongue. “Mmmmmm Robbie you taste so good! You’re truly the fruit of my loins, I can’t wait to get you properly lubed up to take daddy’s pillar of flesh!” Robert was in a trance, so thrilled to be dominated by his possessive, caring daddy and immediately widened his rectum, knowing that an enormous and powerful force was about to enter, and would not be soft or gentle. Having been widened by his father’s loving tongue and finger there was no difficulty slipping in his member which glided beautifully in and out of his son’s snatch. Dave beat his chest as he pounded his son’s ass and grunted primordially like a wild animal as he felt the throes of orgasm approaching. He tightened his grip on Robert’s waist as he pumped his cock into the little man’s ass three more times, unleashing a flood of semen which flew up Robert’s ass and began leaking a steady warm ooze down his thighs and onto the floor. It was so warm that it began to steam as it made contact with the winter air outside. Whilst Robbie lay on his back on the couch, continuously dripping from his asshole, Dave was not yet sated. He looked over to Andreas, his more muscular but still diminutive son and indicated that it was his turn. Andreas removed his shirt and pants and stood looking up to his father in just his underpants. Dave wrapped his arms around Andreas and began to feel his body up. “You two boys remind me of your mother and myself years ago. Robbie you’re lovely and soft, smooth all over. Putting my dick in you is like sticking it to your mum’s tight wet pussy, and you scream and howl like she used to, like you can’t decide whether you’re on cloud nine to have my godly dick inside you or whether you’re terrified it’s going to rip you wide open. Andy,” he said, caressing his son’s chiselled face “you’re like me when I was in my 20s. Tight abs, nice pair of pecs and wide shoulders. Still a baby compared to me, but I love seeing the little similarities between us. And the way your six pack is always covered in stubble from you shaving that stubborn hair that won’t stop growing. Just drives me wild, let me stick my head in there!” He proceeded to motorboat his son’s pecs. He stood side by side next to his son, spread his legs slightly, and lifted his arms in the air, bringing his large hands into fists next to his head forming an impressive front double biceps pose. Andreas followed, the arrogant smirk on his face warming Dave’s heart. He put his hands around Andreas’ left biceps, squeezing them with ease. The two continues to pose down as Robert crawled over to the two of them and began worshiping them. Sucking his father’s still erect cock and working Andreas’ with his hand. “You really are just like your mother Robbie, such a good sucker. Once you’ve made me cum a second time I’m going to reward you by letting you come to bed with me.” Robert began to suck even harder and faster, he loved going to bed with his daddy, and he would lay in his daddy’s arms al night jerking off again and again, the two of them waking up in a sticky pool of both of their discharges that flooded over the edge of the bed and all over the floor. As his father shot his load down his son’s throat, Robert blacked out, probably deprived of oxygen and enjoyed several hours of comatose muscle worship dreams.