After working an overnight shift, I show up at the gym early one morning ready for a routine workout. Surprisingly I'm the only one in the gym, which is unusual for 8am on a Tuesday morning. I begin my workout; it's a leg day and I just achieved a new personal best on the leg press. But I'm thinking to myself that maybe it's time I start juicing up a bit because I want to get big...I mean REALLY BIG! But where do I get the gear and who can teach me?
I'm mulling this over as I walk into the free weight room. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear someone else enter the gym during my last set. So I'm surprised when I see someone I haven't seen at this gym before. He's massive. His arms are huge. He's doing a set of barbell curls, with veins popping and his biceps getting bigger with each rep. He drops the barbell with a clang, looks in the mirror, and flexes those huge guns. I stop and stare. I can't believe his size. Not only are his biceps massive, his chest is huge and chiseled; his abs are showing through his roid gut and the tight tank he's wearing. He's got the widest lats I've ever seen. His thighs are like tree trunks, straining his shorts, and showing off an impressive package. I catch his eyes in the mirror and he stares at me a few seconds longer than I expect. I get shivers down my back and my cock starts to harden.
I get nervous and look away. But it just so happens that I'm supposed to do a set of lat pulldowns next, and the pulldown machine is facing the mirror and only about 20 feet from this muscle god. I look over and I catch his eye in the mirror again. Is he actually looking at me with interest, or is he thinking to himself "look at this little twink checking me out." I'm not sure - but in any case, he does another set and hits another double bicep pose to check his progress. Then he flexes his biceps one at a time, checking out his popping veins and the striations of his biceps. When he flexes his right bicep, he looks at it, turns to face me, and looks to see if I'm checking him out. Of course, I am! He winks, then kisses his flexed bicep. Oh my god! I start getting hard again.
To show that I'm not a complete twink, I ramp up the weight and pump out another set of lat pulldowns, using the biggest weight I can muster. My lats and biceps are starting to pump up a bit and I can see that he's just a little bit impressed with my efforts.
We both finish up our third sets at the same time. It just so happens I'm supposed to do a set of preacher curls next. To my utter astonishment and joy, so is he! We end up standing next to each other and he's massive compared to me. His arms are fully pumped now, with veins snaking down and across his bicep and filling out his thick, juicy forearms. I'm too embarrassed to start my set yet, so I motion for him to go ahead and mutter something about "i don't want to hold you up. so why don't you go first. I'll do some hammer curls and come back." I start to walk away, but he reaches out to touch my arm - "No," he says, "I could use a spotter. Why don't you stay. Maybe I can give you some training tips while you're here."
With my legs already feeling like jelly, my legs almost buckle under me. I can't believe this massive hunk wants me to spot him and give me advice! I think this must be a dream. Could this also be the guy to help coach and teach me about juicing and getting massive? I can only hope...
He sits at the preacher curl machine and sets the pin for 120lbs. And this is just his warm-up set. Wow! This guy is so strong! My best on the preacher curl machine is still only 60lbs (10 reps), but he's pumping out 20 reps at 120, just as a warm-up. He's no where near needing a spotter, so I just stand there and watch his biceps flex and stretch, each rep pumping his biceps bigger and bigger. He's on his last two reps when I look at his face and he's looking right at me (not his arms!) with a gleam in his eyes. Then he winks again. I think I'm going to die from lust.
"I can tell you like my arms bro. You like muscle, right?" he says.
"I guess it's kinda obvious, huh?" I reply. "Well, I do, and yours are amazing."
"Wanna feel 'em?" he says.
I immediately go into muscle slave mode and reply, "Yes, sir. I'd love to." He looks around the gym to see if anyone else is there yet. Seeing no one, he replies, "Here...cop a feel," as he flexes his right bicep. I reach out, my hand almost trembling, and place my hand on the top of his bicep, cupping my hand around the massive bulge of muscle flexing under my touch. His peaks are amazing and his muscle is so hard. He stretches out his arm and flexes up again so I can feel it grow and pump beneath my touch. Before I know what I'm doing, I start running my forefinger around the veins of his bulging bicep peak, feeling the blood coursing through his massive arm. I'm pretty sure he's looking at my eyes and can see them dilating with lust. He pumps and flexes a few more times before taking his arm away. "That's enough for now," he says. Oh no! Is he leaving? I want to feel more of that muscle beast. I want to see him work his chest, back, lats, legs....everything! I want to see him work his abs (does he have veins on his abs too, I wonder?). I want this massive muscle beast to do a complete body workout so I can admire everything, not just his arms.
But then he says, "Your turn." Oh my god, I'm supposed to workout with this guy, with my tiny 15" biceps? He's a god and I'm a mortal. What will he think of me?
I start my set and he stands ready to spot me , helping me knock out the final 2-3 reps. But I don't need his help. He says he's impressed; that I'm stronger than I look. "You've got lots of potential," he says. "You think so?" I answer back, kind of amazed at what he just said. "Sure," he says. "You just need a little extra help. Have you thought of gearing up?" Oh my god! My fantasy is coming true! A huge muscle guy who thinks I have potential and is maybe willing to help me grow and get huge.
"Well," I say, "I've been wanting that for a long time but I don't know where to start or how to go about it. And I don't know where to get what I'd need."
"If you're really interested, I'd be willing to coach you, buddy," he says. "I have a connection and can get everything you need. But you need to be disciplined and be willing to work the hardest you've ever worked if you want to gain size. If you like, we can train together." Jeepers creepers, I think to myself. This has to be a dream. But he's smiling at me, waiting for my answer. And as if to tempt me further, he starts bouncing his pecs while smiling at me. "Imagine looking like me, " he says, "you want that?" I immediately blurt out "Yes!"
"And just so you know," he says, "I've always wanted to coach and mentor a smaller muscle pup - take a smaller guy and turn him into a muscle bro to do my bidding and worship me when I tell him to. You up for that?"
"Yes, sir!" I bark out. He's impressed that I immediately start showing subservience to him. "Good boy," he says. "Here's my name and number. I want you to call me at exactly 8 o'clock tonight. I'll give you your first instructions and we'll start tomorrow. I expect you to do exactly as I say, when I say it. I don't want to hear any complaints or excuses. When I say lift, you'll lift. When I say eat, you'll eat. When I say shoot up, you'll shoot up. And when I say service me, you'll service me however I want. You're gonna be my muscle pup and I control you. Got it?"
I'm so stunned and excited, all I can do is nod yes and squeak out another "yes, sir!"
"Good boy," he says. Then he hits another double bicep pose. "you like this, don't you? Feel these guns, boy (which I obediently do). Now go home and count the hours until you call me. And don't jerk off until I give you permission. You're mine now and don't forget it."
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