Let Me Go By Musclefan
Simon had been dating a hot young girl named Mary. Simon was mid 20’s, 26 to be exact. Mary was 22, but in all honesty, she could have passed for 18. She was tall, thin, but had a nice toned body. Simon was the envy of his friend for sure. Having an age gap is always problematic in a relationship and one Bank Holiday Monday, the constant bickering drew itself into a fully blown row and Mark said she has seen enough. She dumped him, there and then, in the packed Duke of Wellington Pub.
Simon was gutted. He sent her at least 10 texts a day. Flowers were delivered at great expense. Chocolates, even radio dedications. He just couldn’t let go of the hot young Mary. Mary’s older sister Tanya suggested that the ‘stalking’ would only end with police intervention, but Mary didn’t want to do this. After all, she had dated Simon for 2 years. She may not love him anymore, but didn’t want him to be arrested. She decided to reason with him. After weeks of phone calls and two meetings, Simon finally accepted that Mary had moved on and agreed to leave her be.
12 months had passed, Simon had not seen, nor spoken to his ex. It was a Friday; Simon was in the local with his group of mates when in walked Charles. He hadn’t been back from University for too long, so the lads were pleased to see him.
The beer and conversation flowed when Charles brought up the ex that Simon had struggled to let go.
“Hey, did I tell you I saw Mary the other day in town” started Charles.
Simon immediately gave Charles his full attention. He hadn’t heard her name in over a year, it still hurt.
“Yeah. Tell you what, I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of her these days” joked Charles.
“What do you mean?” said the captivated Simon.
“Well, she had muscles, I mean big fucking muscles” stressed Charles.
Simon looked on.
“Bet you’re glad you split up with her eh” chipped in Pete, Simon’s best mate,
“Bet she is a fucking lesbo” added Tom.
The conversation moved on, but the talk of Mary or the talk of Mary with muscles had struck a chord with Simon. He waited until Charles went to the bar to approach the topic again.
“How big?” said Simon out of the blue
“How big what?” said the puzzled and semi drunk Charles.
“How big were her muscles?” asked Simon
“Who?” said the now confused Charles
“Mary, how big were Mary’s muscles?” shouted Simon
“What do you want to know for, your well rid of that little bitch” stated Charles
“Just curious, so come on, how big?” he asked again
Charles placed the pint of Carling and the packet of salted nuts on the bar. He rolled up his sleeve and flexed his medium sized bicep.
“Bigger than mine” he laughed
Simon was a closet musclefan, and the fact that his ex, who he was still obsessed with, was now a hardbody, was too much. He left half of his Newcastle Brown Ale and headed to the taxi rank.
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The car pulled up outside. Simon jumped into the thick bramble hedge across the road. He sat for what must have been an hour, and then a car pulled up. Out of the dark blue XR3 stepped his ex, the ex with the muscles. Simon lay in his thorny hide with an open jaw. Mary had always been toned but now she looked like a regular muscle girl. Sure, she wasn’t bulging like the women in the magazines, but her arms were big and defined.
The
next day, Simon returned to
“Hey, Mary, what a coincidence” shouted Simon from across the street.
Mary had no reason to hate Simon, so she crossed over to speak with him.
The conversation that followed was brief. The formal pleasantries came first, ‘how have you been’, ‘how is your mother’, that kind of thing. Then Simon cut to the chase and investigated the new physique.
Mary had no idea that Simon was a fan of muscles, so she was happy to chat about her gym time with her sister, and the fact that she was now benching upwards of 160 lbs. She even gave Simon a right arm bicep flex and let him feel it. She had no idea, inside his pants he was loaded and ready to explode.
The short chat was over as Mary explained she had to get to the gym to meet her sister.
“Nice to see you anyway” she said. Simon leaned in for a goodbye kiss, but Mary brushed him aside and walked off down the street.
Simon was obsessed. Charles had been right. Mary had muscles, not a bodybuilder just yet, but big, hard and strong muscles. He had touched them. He got home and ran straight up the stairs. He turned on his PC. Quick as a flash he was opening his favourite muscle website. He found a picture of a flexing female. He then opened a photo of Mary that he had scanned months before. A quick bit of editing, and he had it, a photo of a muscle woman with Mary’s head superimposed onto it. The printed soon whirred into action and the finished A4 product was whisked off to the bathroom where Simon relived himself several times.
Simon was once again obsessed with Mary. He had struggled to let her go after their split, but now that she had muscles, she was his perfect female. The calls, texts and flowers began again. He spent hours stalking her at the gym, at work, even sleeping in the bushes across from her house so that he could see her first thing in the morning. Mary was freaked out as you would expect. She tried to reason with Simon as she had done previously. She threatened the police once more, but Simon was not to be put off. Mary was now scared to leave her house for fear of bumping into her stalker.
It was a Thursday in July when the whole stalking thing escalated. Mary and her sister had hung out the washing and gone off to the gym. Simon had vaulted the neighbour’s fence and taken underwear from the line.
Mary knew where the clothing had gone and she dialled the police. The police were very unhelpful. This was the era before stalking was considered to be a real threat. The officer joked that she should be flattered to have a guy interested in her. Mary broke down. Nobody could help her and the stalking was becoming worse. Not one day went by where she didn’t see Simon, or found that he had broken in, or taken her things. All she wanted was for him to move on and let her go.
Mary was an easy going girl, but her sister (2 years older) was rather the opposite. She was often involved in fights in bars and clubs. She always had been this way, but now she had the muscle to back it up. She was smaller than Mary muscle wise, but was ripped, perhaps like a fitness girl. She told Mary that the 2 of them would have to deal with Simon themselves. After some convincing, Mary agreed.
For
Simon it was a regular day. He walked down
‘Morning gorgeous’ he called.
Mary continued to walk towards him. As the two met she stopped.
Simon looked at her with hope. This was unusual, she had stopped to talk.
“This has to stop Simon, please or, well just please” she pleaded
Simon shook his head.
“You know we will be together, me and your muscles” he letched
“Then I’m sorry” warned Mary as she swung back her clenched fist.
“BLAM”, Mary swung her right arm round and punched Simon in the stomach. It was the first punch she had ever thrown, and she couldn’t have known her own strength.
“Arghhhhhhh” Simon immediately bent over double, no breath in his slender frame.
Mary looked shocked at her achievement. She looked round and heard the screech of cars brakes. Her sister was behind the wheel and beckoning Mary to hurry up.
Mary had lifted weights but never people, so she was surprised at how easy she found it when she scooped Simon up into her arms in a cradle hold. Simon tried to protest but was still incapacitated by the right hook. Mary the Simon onto the back seat and dived in after him, making sure he was held firmly to the seat as Tanya sped off.
About 5 minutes into the journey, Simon began to recover. He wriggled around, but Mary was heavier than before. Her 148lb frame coupled with the power of her muscles was easily enough to keep Simon pinned to the seat.
After a brief drive, the car pulled up outside a small block of flats.
“How are we going to get him in?” asked Mary
“I think he will come of his own free will” said a menacing Tanya.
Tanya flexed her huge bicep. Simon looked scared
“If you think Mary hits hard, just try fucking with me. Now get your scrawny ass out of the car and up those stairs” Tanya pointed the way.
Simon crawled out of the car, still a little unsteady after the colossal blow dealt to him by his ex. Mary lead the way, Simon followed; Tanya locked up the car and made up the rear. Simon had no idea what was planned, but he didn’t want to find out. As Mary fumbled with the key he made a break for it. Simon knew he wasn’t strong, but he always considered himself to be fast and agile. He made for it across the grass field to the right of the block of flats. Tanya was after him and gaining. She had a lean and muscled build, and she looked like an Olympic 400m runner as she closed in on her prey. Simon reached a fence. He began to climb, but Tanya had made up the 30 yards head start and pulled him down. Simon was caged and reacted with pure instinct; he lashed out hitting Tanya in her mid section. The 500 sit ups daily had served their purpose, it was like hitting steel. Tanya didn’t flinch. Simon looked stunned.
“Finished, or want to try again?” tormented Tanya
Simon clenched his fist, Tanya pulled up her top to show a perfect washboard of abs. The sweat from the chase glistened. Simon was aroused yet scared. He relaxed his fist, knowing that the wall of muscle would win any conflict between the two.
Simon was dragged by the scruff of his neck back to the flat where Mary awaited.
She too clenched her fist and landed a pearl of a punch to the stomach, once again causing Simon to keel over.
“Rule 1, you don’t fucking run away, you are here to learn how to behave around me” she said with real menace in her voice.
Simon was taken into a dark room, dragged across the floor by the now pumped Mary. He was tied up with a piece of rope, and fixed to the radiator. Tanya came across and put duct tape across his mouth.
The 2 sisters left, Simon was on the cold floor, of an unknown flat, not knowing what the muscle girls had in store. He would have to wait 24 hours to find out.
The 2 sisters had spent the evening talking about what they wanted to outcome of their kidnap to be. Mary wanted Simon to stop harassing her, perhaps even fear her. Tanya was way more sadistic. She wanted to humiliate him, make him so embarrassed he wouldn’t dare show up in Mary’s life again.
Simon was awakened by a jug of cold water over his head.
“Get up” threatened Mary as she removed the tape from his mouth.
“What do you want from me?” trembled Simon, still shaken from the power of the 2 punches.
“All I want is for you to stop stalking me” explained Mary
“I will, I had no idea that I was upsetting you so much. I’m sorry” said Simon
Mary smiled. She still had some feelings for him, and this is all she ever wanted to hear. She began to untie him when in walked Tanya.
She flipped.
“What the hell?” she bolted across the small dark room and grabbed Simon as he tried to stand. She threw him with some force so that he fell back into the corner where he had slept.
“Mary we agreed, this will only work if we do things my way”
Mary was scared of her older sister, and knew she would always go along with her plan, even if she was not deeply regretful.
“Looks like you need to learn things too sis” said Tanya as she took off her jacket to reveal a tiny bikini top.
“He doesn’t love you, he loves muscle. Right Simon” shouted Tanya and she began to pose. Simon was captivated on the defined body of his ex girlfriends’ sister. Tanya danced like a pro, she was damn sexy. She posed each muscle, allowing it to brush against Simon. The right bicep popped up like a baseball. She lowered it under his nose. She crunched up the abs that Simon had punched in vain. 6 pack was so clear. She grabbed Simons shaking hand and placed it on her breast. With a few tenses, she had turned the boob into a pec, and was making it dance beneath Simon’s hand.
“Right Mary, do as I said” directed Tanya, seemingly enjoying her muscle show.
Mary slowly walked over to Simon and whispered ‘sorry’ as she pulled off his jeans with little resistance.
Simon was hard, it was obvious.
“Wank” shouted Tanya
Simon looked shocked and ashamed
“Wank or I swear I’ll beat the shit out of you” yelled Tanya, still pulling the muscle shots.
Simon wanted to die; he was so ashamed of his helplessness. Simon was still fixated on the muscles as he reached down. He took out his erection and slowly began to pull away.
Tanya laughed. Was this a lesson to help Mary, or was she getting off on the control she was exerting?
“You have one minute to shoot, or I’ll beat you so help you” demanded Tanya
Simon didn’t worry about the threat, female muscle had always over excited him, and to have Tanya pose her slim but rock hard body for him was all too much. He duly obliged the command he had been set.
Tanya ceased posing and smiled. “See Mary, fucking schmoe”
Mary was tearful, she fled the room
“Right stalker, eat it” Tanya whispered as she pointed to the white liquid on the dirty carpet
“No way, you made your point” shouted the disgusted Simon
“Made my point? I haven’t even started with you yet”
Simon jumped up and made for the door, heavily impeded by the trousers round his ankles. Tanya caught his easily. Simon pushed her away, but the effect was limited. He outweighed Tanya but strength wise, there was no comparison. Simon grabbed her wrists, aiming to throw her down and make good his escape. Tanya laughed at him. “You fucking weed” as she swung him round and threw him back into the corner. Tanya started to stride over to him. Simon put both arms around the right leg and pulled. Tanya fell hard to the floor. Simon tried to run, but Tanya grabbed his ankle with her left hand. She had enough strength in one limb to halt his progress. Simon fell, and Tanya was now on top. She easily pinned his thin arms to the floor, rubbing his right hand in the mess he had created.
“Listen to me you fucking prick. You are a wimp, a sick wimp, and you will do what I tell you to” she shouted with her face inches from his
Simon nodded
“Kiss my bicep” she said quietly as she flexed the small yet rock hard bicep in his face.
Simon closed his eyes and kissed it.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No” came the feeble reply
“Good, now massage them” she demanded
Simon proceeded to massage the bicep. He could feel the steel hard muscle, the 2 veins pumped across the top, the shape was easily defined, etched in his mind. He was hard again.
“Good. Now eat your mess” came the change of tone from Tanya
“Fuck off” shouted Simon, followed by a scream as Tanya had put her legs around his waist and started to apply pressure.
“Wrong answer sicko, now you do it the hard way” she tormented.
Tanya used her legs and arms to turn Simon over. His face pushed into the carpet, his face inches from the mess.
Tanya swung herself round so she was on the floor beside him, placing Simon in a headlock. She began to drag his face over to the mess. Simon used everything he had to stop her, but he couldn’t halt the progress she was much stronger than he ever imagined.
Tanya held Simon’s head with her two hands and began to rub his face in the white liquid.
When she had finished her game, she put him in a sleeper hold and made him pass out…..
Simon awoke with Mary sat beside him, using a sponge to clean his face.
Simon leapt back in fear
“Shhhhhh, its ok, Tanya left” explained Mary
Mary had always dated guys from the gym since she started to lift, it seemed the natural thing to do. But she had watched Tanya dominate Simon from a crack in the door. She had been aroused like never before. She had started to rub herself and got off as Simon was overpowered and humiliated by her sister.
“That was out of order, what Tanya did to you” said Mary
“No, I guess I freaked you guys out, I had it coming” admitted Simon
“Yes you did, but I can see why you did it now” she explained
Simon looked puzzled
Mary outstretched her relaxed arm. “Put your hand here” she told him
Simon did, he put his hand on the upper arm. Mary then bent her arm in the classic reverse bicep pose. Her huge bicep swelled up taking the hand with it. Simon had never seen or felt such a huge muscle. Mary put her hand down to feel his hard dick
“You see, you love muscles, I just didn’t understand before” she said
“But you knew that” said Simon
“Yes, but this is a whole new level. I didn’t understand how a weak guy could love a superior woman, but now I can” she went on
“If I am honest, I never stopped feeling things for you, but we went in different directions. I was strong, you were weak. I had to date big guys, it’s what you do. But I was wrong. I just saw Tanya completely dominate you, you were powerless against her. I loved it. I want us to be like that. You the wimp, me in total control”
“You mean, we can date again?” said Simon with hopeful glints in his eyes
“Ha ha, no not date. I date bodybuilders. But man, we can have some good fucking sex” she joked
“Now, I want you to pretend to be repulsed by me, do whatever you can tio stop me from raping you” shouted the turned on Mary.
“Rape” trembled Simon
“Mary just smiled as she began to strip off, revealing each of her rock hard muscles.
“I’ll have to be a damn good actor then” joked Simon as Mary moved in for the kill.
The
End