He could feel the pump of his enormous pecs, as he forced out the last few reps on the cables. He watched his muscles move in the mirror, every vein straining to break through his paper-thin skin, every individual muscle in his pecs and shoulders ripped to shreds. Fuck he loved how hot he looked! And being the biggest guy in the gym, he new that half the guys there were watching, most surreptitiously, some blatantly. He didn't care either way. All he knew was that he was hot and that, if someone struck his fancy, it would require very little effort to pick them up, take them home and fuck them. He could have them begging if he wanted, and sometimes he enjoyed watching that kind of degradation before he shoved his huge dick up their asses. Their pain only made him laugh. “No - Pain - No - Gain,” he’d hiss holding off that fifth orgasm another ten minutes. And god help anyone who tried to back out. In addition to his incredible strength, he knew and used some of the most painful grips, claw holds so his victims would clamp down that much harder on his pounding cock. Nearly squeezing the handles to the pulleys in two, he flexed his pecs. His tank top, which wasn't much more than a rag that got around the "shirts always" rule at the gym, could barely contain the massive pecs and shoulders he was exhibiting. From behind, he looked like a Mack Truck he was so broad, tapering to a tiny waste and a butt that every Top in the gym wished they could handle. But he was clearly the one to be in control and on top. "Hey Matt, you're looking fuckin' hot today!". It was his buddy Tony, who was just walking by. Tony wanted him. He was no slouch in the body department himself and Matt had enjoyed fucking his ass, but Matt liked variety in his life. "Fuckin' right man. I want another inch within a month-and-a-half!", replied Matt as he struck a most-muscular pose. "We're going to have to widen the doors to the gym soon," jested Tony. "Well, they're probably going to have to add weight to most of the fuckin' machines first", bragged Matt. “Then, I’ll widen your door, asshole,” Matt laughed heading towards to the pec dec, to finish off his chest workout. Tony blushed. Matt set the pin to the heaviest weight and pumped out ten, holding the pads together at peak contraction. The crevice between his pecs was unbelievable. He could probably crush spikes between them, he thought, as he held it a second longer. As he set the weight down, a guy across the gym caught his eye. He wasn't bad looking, but not Matt's normal type. He was hard-bodied, but pretty small. Clearly a natural trainer, Matt thought. Distracted, he turned back to the pec dec for a second set and found himself involuntarily looking for the man. When he found him, he realized that piercing blue eyes were burning into him. He wanted to look away, but something made him keep looking. Then the guy smiled a smug kind of grin and looked away. As he finished his set, he realized that he was starting to get hard. He was wearing spandex shorts today, showing ample dick for anyone who dared look. He would let it get a little hard when he was training, if he was working someone and wanted to really get him hot and bothered, but he was always in control. This time, he was getting hard and he couldn't seem to get control. In fact, the pit of his stomach was churning and his balls flopped like his first crush. He looked around again for the blue eyes and when he found them, the guy winked at him ! Also he had a shit licking grin which Matt found very disturbing. Not until those piercing blue laser eyes devoured the whole package did his dick start to soften again allowing Matt feel comfortable enough to begin final set. His muscles glowed with their huge pump but Matt’s mind was elsewhere. When he finished, he arranged his dick back in his shorts and headed towards the shower. He sauntered by Tony as he left and yelled out: "I'm going to hit the showers and then go home. Wanna go for a ride?" he taunted squeezing his crotch. Tony didn’t like people knowing that Matt had fucked him silly. Matt just laughed. In the locker room, he pulled his tank top off over his huge shoulders and turned towards the mirror, flexing his six-pack as he turned. "Hot" Matt jumped. The blue-eyed guy was standing right next to him. He couldn't break his gaze. The blue eyes flashed from a nice face with blond hair. The body was nice and tight, but not big enough for Matt. Still, Matt's dick began to stir again. The guy had this grin again as he watched the bulge triple in size. Enjoying his power, he reached out and stroked the throbbing bulge."So, big fellow, what's your name?" he crooned. Despite himself, the 280 pound hunk’s voice answered. “Matt.” His knees went limp. He really wanted to tell this guy to fuck off, but somehow, he didn't have the ability to do it. fFrustration melded with infatuation. "I'm Kris" said the blue-eyed guy. "You will call me sir. Understand?” Matt fought with his responses. “Yes sir,” he heard himself say, and the most intense pleasure overwhelmed him. “Very good, Matt.” Matt glowed. “You know, I like the way your dick fills your shorts as it hardens. I like feeling the head through the spandex. Looks like you've got everything in proportion - I like that". Matt's dick was uncomfortably hard and he wished he could take control and pound the little creep, but he could not control anything. Matt was still facing the mirror as Kris positioned himself behind him. "Do a double biceps pose for me", Kris whispered in his ear and Matt's arms shot up instantaneously. “Mmm excellent..” Kris ran his hands over 21 inch biceps taking lots of time to appreciate these guns as though inspecting the merchandise. “You’ll do nicely,” he crooned to himself. What if someone came in. Who was this guy? “Thank you,sir” Chris heard himself say. Then Kris grabbed Matt’s pecs. “You could do some serious damage with these babies, I’ll bet.” Kris breathed. “Squeeze my hand between them.” and Matt did. “Harder.” And Matt did. “Oh God. Feel the power!” Kris oozed. “Harder still! Uh. uh. That’s enough.” Kris winced in pain. He ran his aching hand down to the spandex and grabbed his huge cock again, now fully hard. Matt felt his knees grow weaker. Kris squeezed. Matt groaned and Kris chuckled. Taking his time, Kris ran his hand up and down the length of Matt’s huge prick then down into the funk of tennis ball man meat. Matt swooned like a school girl. “Steady Big Fella. You're going to cum soon, but not here", Kris whispered in his ear. "Take your shower, now.” “Yes sir.” Matt felt free again as he left the room. Shaken for the first time in years, Matt wasn't quite sure what had happened. Fortunately, no one had wandered into that part of the changing rooms as all this had taken place. Not that Matt could have done anything about it. “What the fuck is going on?” he wondered out loud, as he dropped his shorts. His cock was softening again and he walked into the shower area and began to hose down. He let the warm water cascade down his huge body, over his pecs, down his hard, veined abs and over his dick and quads. As he stood there, another guy came into the shower room and took the shower across from him. Matt noticed that he was glancing at him occasionally and he was happy to be back in control. He turned to face the new guy and began to shampoo his hair, making sure that his 21" guns flexed as he rubbed the shampoo in. The new guy began to spring a boner and Matt suddenly went ballistic. “What the fuck’re you looking at, twink?’ he growled. Kris was at the door staring at the guy and smirking. “Ah - nothing,” the guy stammered trying to leave but Matt’s huge torso blocked the way. With a mighty sweep of his right hand he lifted the guy two feet off the ground and held him aloft by his neck. He’d never felt so powerful. “I think he was scoping you out, Matt.” Kris offered quietly. “That right, Maggott?” Matt shook the man with one huge hand. The guy was gurgling and turning purple trying to deny the accusations. “Show him what we do with fruits.” Kris’ eyes narrowed. Matt’s hand tightened imperceptibly cutting off the air supply completely. The guy began to kick and squirm desperately. Matt just laughed disgusted as the guy began to piss uncontrollably. He’d never felt so powerful as he felt the legs kick watched the guy’s eyes flutter and close. Fascinated, he started to snap the pencil neck for good, but Kris caught his arm. "Do it the slow way," Kris breathed. Matt got it. He flipped the guy around and planted his huge fist over the guy's face so he couldn't holler. Then one at a time, he began crushing, snapping bones and dislocating joints just for the sheer pleasure of the sound of it. The guy freaked and Kris' eyes glazed over. Finally, after about ten minutes of this, the guy went limp. Kris touched the arm. “That’s good.” Matt studied the limp visage for a moment longer, then just dropped it in a heap. “Yes, sir,” he whispered then smiled as he turned off the water and left the shower area. He toweled down his massive frame, watching himself in the mirror as he did so. Fuck I'm hot, he thought. His mind wandered to what had just happened. Is that guy Kris going to be out there when I go out? He pulled on his jeans, without any underwear, and he stretched a T-shirt over his colossal shoulders and back. His arms strained at the elastic on the sleeves and the veins pumped up bigger under the restriction. He crammed his stuff into his bag and left the gym, winking at his buddy behind the counter as he left. As he scanned the parking lot, his eyes seemed drawn to Kris's and he got that weird feeling in the pit of his stomach again. “Fuck. Yes he's here,” he thought. Matt unlocked the truck and they both climbed in. "Drive home.", Kris pronounced, and Matt started the drive home. “Yes sir.” “You enjoyed snapping that fruit’s neck, didn’t you?” “Yes sir.” "Wanna know what's going on, eh, muscle stud?" Kris said, as they left the parking lot. Kris ran his hand over the muscleman’s thighs impressed by their thickness. "Yes sir", replied Matt. " I am able to make people do what I want. Now and then I can get into someone's head and really have some fun. Like with the fairy in the shower. When I saw you at the gym tonight, I decided to leave with you. I'm really looking forward to our evening, Matt. By the way, Matt, I've learned that there is a major advantage for you in this arrangement. You’re going to really get off on whacking a few guys for me. You are going to have more pleasure when I fuck you than you have ever had in your life. In fact, my experience is that once you've had sex with me, you are spoiled for anyone else. You'll be begging me to fuck you even without me planting the suggestion. That's when it really becomes fun!" Matt was scared to death. He had no idea what this meant and yet had no control to stop it. Kris continued to run his hand up and down Matt's massive thighs, each time stopping to feel his dick. Next thing he knew, his dick began to harden in his jeans, pressing up against his right thigh. Soon enough it was peeking out of the top of his jeans. Kris bent over and licked the head and Matt thought he was going to shoot right then. The car swerved and Kris stopped. "Guess we’d had better wait. Don't want to cause an accident, just yet, now do we?" They drove in silence for a while. “How much further?” Kris asked growing impatient. “About eight blocks, sir.” Matt answered. “Good. Pull in here for a minute,” Kris indicated a 7-11. “We need a few things.” “Baby oil. Crisco. Ice cream-chocolate. There’s a butcher shop next door. Get us four prime steaks for later. Oh, and Matt?” “Yes sir.” “How much money do you have in the bank?” “About two thousand dollars.” “Get it from that bank machine, and don’t be long.” Kris watched as his own personal muscle stud moved around the store. He loved the way people glanced at him furtively. He could have Matt come back and rob the place later on. The clerk was kind of cute. “Oh, Matt,” Kris had an idea. He’d noticed a tool box by his feet. “Yes sir,” Matt responded automatically. “Pull over, will you?” “Yes sir.” “I’d like to see just how strong you really are. It’ll come in handy later on. Bend this for me, will you?” Kris leaned down and handed Matt a screw driver. Matt just took it and curled it around in his huge fists like it was licorice. “Jesus.” Kris gulped. “Good man. Now try this.” Matt was uncertain of his own power but somehow he felt infinitely stong. He took the crow bar Kris handed him and bent it into a knot. “Oh, man,” Kris laughed aloud. He sucked air in between his teeth and grinned with glee, “Today, my super brute, just for fun I want you to really fuck over some old frends of mine. That’ll be fun, eh?” “Yeah.” Matt heard himself agree. He looked at the crow bar in his hands and began to tingle. “You bet your sweet ass it will. Let’s go.” They pulled into Matt's parking space and climbed out of the cab. “Oh, Matt,” Kris had an another idea. He looked for surveillance cameras. None. “Turn over that car for me, would you?” Matt opened the door to his apartment and held it. Kris was totally amused by the place. Canisters of protein powder, egg whites, Creatine and who knows what else were on every space in the kitchen they had just entered. Through the porthole into the living room he could see posters and photos of bodybuilders from magazines and photos of Matt at various competitions, either solo or with other guys. They walked into the living room and a weight bench sat in the corner. It wasn't a cheap home version, but a sturdy gym model with Olympic weights. One wall was entirely covered with mirrors. A perfect narcissist's lair, thought Kris. He turned to Matt, who had stopped as he walked into the living room. "Go put on a posing strap. And bring that stuff you bought when you come back!" Kris ordered. Matt could only do as he was told and he disappeared into the bedroom. Three minutes later he reappeared, sporting a pair of very skimpy white posing trunks, stuffed as full as they could be with his huge, soft dick. Any smaller, and his dick would have been exposed. He handed the package to Kris who took it. He took the money and counted $2200. “Hmm. Not bad. Hungry?” “Yes sir.” “I’ll bet you are after that workout.” Unwrapping the steaks, he handed one to Matt. “Here. Eat this.” Matt took it and tore it apart in both hands. He devoured it raw in just under 30 seconds. “Fantastic!” Kris hummed. Suddenly, Kris didn’t want to waste any more time." Double biceps pose, Matt". His 21" arms flexed towards the mirror and Kris was in awe. He flipped the lid on the bottle of oil and poured some into his hands. He reached up to Matt's huge arms and he began to rub the oil over the marble-like arms. You could make out each of the two muscles that composed the biceps. Kris started to get hard. "Most Muscular pose, Matt". His arms swung down in front and he flexed his pecs and abs. Kris came around front and rubbed oil up and down his huge tits, then through the canyons of his abs. Fuck, Kris was having fun. This guy was fucking awesome. “Now, tear off my shirt,” Kris whispered. With hands like hams, Matt inserted his fingers inside Kris’ collar and yanked. “Good. Oil me. Now do the pants.” And Matt obeyed like a little boy. Kris’ dick was pushing hard at the cotton of his Calvin's and a wet spot had appeared. His tight body was most people's fantasy, but it was a lot smaller than Matt. More like a gymnast. "Let's do the legs now", he ordered. As Matt flexed each quad, Kris continued to apply the oil. "Now lift me up. Ah. Yes. Now fifty presses. Go. Triceps. Fabulous. Curl me, you motherfucker. "Both Kris and Matt were getting into this. “Now. On your knees, Big Guy. I’ve got something to show you.” Taking his stance, Kris planted his gigantic pouched crotch in Matt’s face. Matt was shocked by the size. He could not believe anyone’s cock could be larger than a baseball bat! “It is.” Kris completed his thought. Matt had never met anyone with a dick bigger than his, but here was a little blond-haired, blue-eyed, hard- bodied guy with a dick that would stop even the most experienced bottom in his tracks. “Only muscle studs like yourself get to service it,” Kris crooned rubbing the length of the shaft along Matt’s lips and ear. “When you tear off this posing strap, you’re gonna cum like you’ve never cum before.” “Yes sir.” Matt croaked. “Do it.” The sight of Kris’ uncut dick - thick around as Matt’s forearm with a sheathed head as large as Matt’s fist - made the bodybuilder shoot gallons of cum into his posing trunks. Smiling,Kris backed into an armchair and continued to stroke his enormous dick. "Get rid of the trunks and start posing for me, you fuck" Matt ripped them off and began to pose. He could see himself in the mirror and was awed by how hot he looked. His huge dick appeared even bigger than normal and it stood up straight from his huge nuts. His muscles seemed more defined than in any of the competitions he had done and he wondered what all this meant. Kris was totally into it and was stroking his enormous hard-on with both hands. After a few minutes, he told Matt to come closer. “Kneel ” . Matt's head was trying to fight, but he was totally impotent and simply did as he was told. Matt got on his knees. “Suck.” Kris spoke as if he were ordering the soup and Matt tried to get the head of Kris's cock in his mouth. Kris was still pumping his cock with both hands as Matt sucked on the enormous head. “Open. Oh, much wider.” Matt felt his jaw crack and his throat open. Matt's dick ached, he was so turned on. His nuts bounced between his two massive thighs and he wanted nothing more than to cum. “Don’t worry, Big Fella. You’ll improve. Take me down your throat. Oh, yeah! Stand up.", Kris ordered. "Turn the chair to face the mirror". Matt lifted the armchair up with Matt in it effortlessly and turned it to face the mirror. Kris moved his ass forward so his dick was straight up. "Come sit on my dick," Kris ordered at last. No!! Matt was horrified. He had tried being fucked once, but did not enjoy it. He loved being the one in control. He loved shoving his huge cock up some stud's tight hole, watching him squirm but take it like a man because he was so turned on to be with Matt. This was not something he wanted to do. But he was unable to do anything. Kris was in control. Matt turned and faced the mirror, his huge dick at full attention, at least an inch or two longer than normal and probably an inch bigger around. Fuck, he thought, Will this be a lasting effect? "Yes", answered Kris, able to read his thoughts now. Matt began to impale himself on Kris's huge member. Slowly, the pain crept into his brain. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK it hurts", he yelled out. "Good. I want it to.Yeah, man, this is so fucking hot" retorted Kris. "Keep pushing back you fucking awesome stud". Matt pushed back and Kris could finally reach around and take hold of Matt's cock. Matt suddenly felt pleasure, as Kris worked his cock, pleasure like he had never felt before. It combined with the pain to create a whole new sensation, one which made Matt even hornier, if that was possible. He pushed further back and soon discovered that Kris was all the way in. He began to use his massive thighs to pump Kris's cock. As he pulled almost off Kris's cock, every muscle in his thigh flexed. Kris began to groan as did Matt. Matt could not believe the pleasure he was feeling. He was totally fucking into it. This was too awesome for words. He felt Kris begin to tense up and, as he did he pulled Matt towards him. Simultaneously, he could feel Kris begin to shoot his load as his began to fire out of his dick. It fired so hard, he had to fight not to put his whole weight back on Kris. His load flew across the room, hitting the mirrors 10 feet away. He came and he came and he didn't want it to stop. It was too hot for words. As the last drop fired out of his cock, he slowly leaned forward and began to pull himself off of Kris. “Excellent,” was all Kris had to say. “So much for the top cream. Now lick that up then cook up those steaks, bitch. I’ve got some real fuckin' fun for you.”