The Better Man 6

[Clarence591]

Here is the final, final chapter. Hope you enjoy.

[COLOR=black][COLOR=silver]Part 6[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Please continue. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” Chase said snidely.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Fuck you!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“And it’s not like you haven’t done that before.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“That was a long time ago.” Zach flipped on the light switch to better illuminate the large space. “Damn, you’re still here. I thought vermin scattered when the lights were turned on.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“You and your witty comments. Tell me does your Middle Eastern friend find you funny or just annoying like everyone else?” Chase asked not moving from his seat.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“He’s Italian.” Zach quipped as he pulled a matching white tank top over his sculpted torso.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“You always did like the taste of garlic.” Chase waited for a cutting remark, but Zach just folded his arms over his chest and gave him a “go away, you bothering me” look. “This hotel must be where you entrap all your victims. It’s where we first fucked that long time ago.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“What I do isn’t any of your business anymore, Chase.” Zach said calmly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Everything about you is my business. The great ZachBenson wouldn’t exist without me. I made you what you are!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Here we go again.” Zach sat down on the bed and put his head into his hands and muttered, “Dammi la pazienza di affrontare questa, merda.” Zach realized he slipped into a different language. “Sorry.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I think you do that on purpose, just because you know how much I hate it.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I said I’m sorry, like for the millionth time.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“You certainly are sorry, a sorry son of a bitch who came to me with not even clothes to wear. I literally gave you the shirt off my back. I held your hand and led you into this business. I introduced you to my agent and publicist. And how did you repay me? You turned everyone against me. Suddenly you are on the cover of every magazine. All the articles inside say you’re the future of the sport. The man who’s going to have the Olympia title handed to him because no one can challenge him. All the things they used to say about me. Then, the biggest knife in my back, you supplant me on the Size-Zup campaign.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach raised his head, “Supplant, that word of the day calendar is finally paying off.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I can’t believe I ever loved you”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Neither can I. You are so bitter and angry; I don’t know how you could love anyone. You’ve twisted the facts to make your delusions seem real. You had alienated Steve beyond the breaking point before I even entered the picture. You told him you wanted out of your contract and when he let you go, you blamed me. And you know the magazine editors always want the freshest face on their cover. It was just my time, just as it was yours a few years back. As for Olympia, only the judges know who will win. Historically they don’t give it to the new guy. They prefer the more experienced man, so you still got a shot at the title.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“A shot? You are an arrogant SOB”.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“That’s not what I meant. It sounds like you would prefer anybody to win it besides me. If you truly loved me, you would be happy for my successes, not resentful. No matter how many times I thanked you, it was never enough. I’m tired of going in circles with you.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“That’s bullshit, I gave you everything and got nothing in return but hollow words. You never loved me, you just used me.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“We used each other and you know it.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase finally stood up, the volume of his voice rising too. “I risked everything for you. I bribed a government official to get you a passport without any identification. I could end up in prison because of you.” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Bribed? Zach stood up too. “Are you forgetting I was there? I think the correct word for what we did is sodomy, not bribery. And you loved every minute of it.” Both men stared at each other. The anger raged in their eyes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach finally spoke, “Listen, I thought we resolved this back in L.A. I just can’t be angry any more. What’s the point? We know it’s over between us. We fell in love with the image of the other person, not the real man. It’s time to move on. I am truly grateful for all you did for me. I never intentionally meant to hurt you. We’re going to be running into each other all the time at trade shows and competitions. I don’t want it to be awkward. If we can’t be friends, can we at least be cordial.” Zach sat back down on the bed. “I was worried about you. No one has seen you in months. Where do you go?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I needed some time away from you and all the other leeches. I came home to rethink things. I couldn’t deal with the fact the world thought of me as a 22 year old has-been.” Chase took a deep breath. “But something happened this morning that changed everything. I now know there’s a bright future ahead of me. One I only dreamed was possible. I won’t be stuck in your shadow any longer.” Chase got a strange look on his face and moved closer to Zach. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“A positive outlook is the first step. I wish you the best, Chase” Zach stood up and extended his hand to the approaching man.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Please, after all we have been through” Chase stood on his toes and leaned into Zach. He whispered, “I want 75% your strength” before kissing Zach quickly on the lips.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach felt a little dizzy. He raised his hand to rub his forehead. The feeling quickly subsided, “What did you say?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“It’s not important.” Chase answered with a strange grin on his face. “Do you feel all right? You look tired; I think it’s time for me to go.” Chase took a step toward the door, but stopped. “Maybe we should shake hands after all, as friends would.” Chase raised his hand.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Sure.” Zach slipped his hand into Chase’s. Chase tightened his hold on the larger man. After a few seconds, Zach released his grip. Chase did not. He continued to squeeze harder. Zach gave him an annoyed look. “What do you think you’re doing? This is really childish. You know I’m stronger than you.” Chase kept the same smile on his lips as he applied more pressure. Zach’s hand began to hurt; he decided to retaliate. But Zach’s pain only increased. “What the fuck?” he gasped. He looked at Chase’s face, he was enjoying this. It felt like the bones in Zach’s hands were about to break. He gritted his teeth, his body became contorted from the pain. He fell to one knee, then the other. “Stop, your breaking my hand!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Say please” Chase demanded.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Please”. Zach was in tears from the pain. Chase finally let go. Zach rubbed his battered hand. He noticed the bloated bulge at Chase’s crotch. He was really enjoying this, so much so he was getting off on it. “I don’t know how you did that but…” Before Zach could finish Chase slammed his fist into the right side of Zach’s jaw. Zach fell onto his side. He was confused, why was Chase suddenly so much stronger than him. Zach struggled to his knees. Chase hit him again with a punch to the left side of his jaw. Zach fell to his other side; he could taste his own blood. He pushed himself upright using all the strength left in his body. He swayed back and forth for a moment. He saw Chase pull his arm back to hit him again. Zach raised his arms to protect his face, “Please, don’t”. Chase twisted his stance and put a powerful uppercut into Zach’s unprotected stomach. With a pitiful moan Zach collapsed onto the floor in the fetal position.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Well, it looks like Samson got a haircut. How I dreamt of this moment. Me knocking the shit out of the unbeatable ZachBenson.” Chase adjusted his hard package. “What, no witty come back? Not so cocky when you aren’t the strongest man in the room, heh? That’s something you better get used to.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“How..did…you..” A winded Zach tired to speak through his bruised mouth.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=black][COLOR=silver]“How did I become stronger than you? Easy, I stole your strength.”[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=black][COLOR=silver]“[/COLOR][COLOR=silver]What?’[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Whaaat?” Chase mocked, “You should see your face, your confused, bloody, face. I love it.” Chase rubbed his hard cock again as he walked over to the large chair in the corner of the room. He picked it up and balanced it in one hand, before setting back in place. “This is fucking great. I always thought your strength was on the freakish side. I’m going to enjoy being a freak.” He flopped down in the chair and smiled as he saw Zach still in pain on the floor. “I’m going to share a story with you that should explain everything. When I was in high school; of course I was a jock and very popular. I’m sure you were too. But, unlike you I wasn’t the biggest. There was another dude by the name of Sergei, a real muscle monster. He wasn’t always a hunk, when I first met Sergei we were in the fifth grade. His parents came here from the CzechRepublic. We became best friends. People said we looked and acted like we were brothers. The friendship evolved into something more during our freshman year in high school. We were each other’s first fuck buddy. It was amazing. But during our sophomore year, puberty erupted and changed everything. At first it was good. We both matured it seemed over night. Having been active boys, our new hormones made our bodies muscular and strong. We easily ruled over the other boys in our class. We began to hit the gym, working out like madmen. We became obsessed with lifting. We explored each other’s body as we grew into men. But our genetic differences became more and more apparent. By our junior year we didn’t look like brothers anymore. I was taller and fairer with the so-called swimmer’s build. Sergei was wider, more dense and compact. His hair became darker and face rugged with an always present 5 o’clock shadow. I remember how proud he was of his chest hair. He joked that it was a sign of a real man. I think he only said that because I was completely smooth.” Chase stopped speaking for a moment, as images of Sergei played in his mind. He rubbed his crotch before looking down at Zach. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“He was like you in many ways; cocky, virile, and incredibly beautiful. He also had your ability to put on muscle with little effort. I would spend hours in the gym, but like you he was sloppy about his training, He would stroll in, pump out a few reps and leave. However, he just kept getting bigger and stronger. No matter how much I worked out, I couldn’t keep up with him. He would tease me; make me beg to touch him. He’d make me kiss his flexed arms and tell him how much more of a man he was than me. The sex became less frequent but more violent. I grew to resent him as much as I resent you.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase had rolled over onto his back as the pain in his stomach ebbed. “I never hit you or treated you like that”, he slurred his words as he spoke. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“You were clever enough to intimidate me with a more subtle approach. Your constant comments about the light weights I used at the gym and how we didn’t achieve the same gains because I lacked intensity. When we fucked, you manipulated my body to suit your needs. And when you were done, we were done.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. You never said anything.” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase walked over and stood over Zach’s horizontal body. He knelt down. “What was I supposed to say, that just being in your presence made me feel like less of a man. You were just so fuckin’ big, everywhere.” His eyes went to the immense bulge between Zach’s legs. He wrapped his hand around Chase’s jumbo eggs and squeezed. Zach put his hands on Chase’s forearm trying to pull him off his man makers. Chase just laughed and squeezed harder. Zach moaned in pain. Chase could see all of Zach’s muscles flex as his body was racked with pain. Zach pleaded for him to stop his torture as tears rolled down his face again. Chase let go. “Those big boys of yours are the worst offender. But don’t worry you won’t be burdened with them much longer.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase ran his hand over Zach’s right thigh, easily denting and pinching the cords of muscle. Zach leg twitched in pain. “Being able to so easily overpower you makes me feel so alive, so masculine. Now, where was I? Resentment I think? Yes, that’s right. My resentment grew into hate. I started to avoid Sergei. Because even though I hated him, my lust had greater control of me. He was so beautiful I had to be with him, like I had to be with you. That seems to be a pattern with me. I guess that makes me a bit of a sadist.” Chase continued the painful exploration of Zach’s sweaty body. He dug his fingers into the crevices of Zach’s stomach and pulled on his bricks. Chase ignored Zach’s cries. “I used to play b-ball at the courts on Juniper, I’m sure you know it. Anyway, one evening, exactly four years ago today, I was there practicing my foul shots. I heard something happening over by the chess tables. I saw a bunch of kids harassing this old guy. I went over to see what was happening. One of the punks said something to me I didn’t like. Back then it was easy to do, I had a hair trigger from juicing to try to keep up with Sergei. I beat down two of the scrawny ass dudes and the third one ran away. The old guy was so grateful, little did he know it was more an act from roid rage instead of kindness. I asked if he wanted me to call someone. He said no but wanted me to help him home. I don’t know what it was about that old Jap, but I agreed.” Chase grabbed Zach’s hand and put on his chest. “Some how he touched me right here, in my heart.” Chase then pulled Zach’s fingers backwards until he heard him whimper. Chase laughed and then slapped Zach’s face with his own hand several times. “Why you hitting yourself, Zach? Why you hitting yourself? Are you a sadist too?” Chase laughed furiously. He then stood up, straightened his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair. He started to slowly pace as he continued to tell his story.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“He lived a few blocks away in little Korea, I think. We talked along the way and I told him what an asshole Sergei was and how he treated me. He had this camp site set up behind a building. I originally thought he was a bum or something. But he had a pretty sweet deal with this geisha girl helping him out and even a dog. He offered me some tea for my trouble.” Zach suddenly stopped moaning to listen more intently. “I drank the tea, and the old fuck drugged me. He put on this gold ring and then he did something that really freaked me out, you’ll never guess.” Chase stopped his pacing in front of Zach, “I said guess”.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“He stuck his hand in the fire” Zach said after spitting out some blood. Chase’s face became angry again. He gave a quick stomp into Zach’s sore gut. “Fuck!” Zach screamed. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Sometimes you are too smart for your own good, Zachary.” Chase began to pace again. “He put his hand into the fire and whispered something into my ear. Do you want to take a guess on what he said?” Zach shook his head no. “I didn’t think so. He said tomorrow, a special day for fate, I would have a special power. With a kiss, I could take the things I desired from those I love. He then grabbed my balls and burned his ring into my sack. I know it’s hard to believe. I didn’t quite believe it myself at first. I mean what crazy mother fucker burns some dude’s balls right?” Chase looked down at Zach who was listening to every word. “You don’t seem surprised.” Chase squatted down next to the larger man again and grabbed the back of his head; his fingers pulled Zach’s hair painfully tight. “I guess the only emotion you can feel now is fear. You should be afraid.” Chase ran his free hand down the side of Zach’s face. “The old guy said it was a curse as much as a gift; because if I truly loved them, I wouldn’t be able to take from them. That Jap was one crazy, old fuck.” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase stood up without letting go of Zach’s hair. It forced him to clumsily stand as well. “The next day was Leap Day. I went to school and was violated by Sergei again. He tormented me and asked; I bet you wish you could put on muscle as easily as I can? I said yes and then he made me kiss his bicep. My balls felt like where on fire again, but only for a second. The next day the burn mark on my balls was gone and I forgot about the whole thing. But as the weeks went by, I started to make remarkable gains. I was packing on muscle like crazy. I thought at first it was due to the steroids, but I was short of cash and skipped a cycle. I haven’t needed the stuff since. What made it even better, Sergei was shrinking. He started to come to the gym more often, struggling to keep his big muscles. By the time we graduated he had lost about twenty pounds, while I put on over 30. It both cases it was all muscle. People couldn’t believe how big I was getting. After graduating I had to find another place to lift. I wound up at the Heavy Bar and the rest is bodybuilding history. A great story, don’t you think?” Chase forced Zach’s head to nod by yanking on his hair. “But it’s not over. Just think how delighted I was when this morning, Leap Day morning, I was woken out of a sound sleep at midnight with my balls burning. The old Jap’s mark was back. Suddenly everything made sense. If I knew I actually had this gift four years ago, I would have taken a lot more from Sergei. I won’t make that mistake again. Think how delighted I was when I found out you were in town on this very day. It seems fate wants me to knock you down a peg or two…or three.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Please don’t do this, Chase. I have something to tell you. The same….” Zach pleaded.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I don’t want to hear anymore of your shit. It’s time to pay for how you treated me. I’ve been playing this moment over and over in my mind all day. I want two and half inches of your height and thirty, no forty, what the fuck, fifty pounds of your muscle mass”. Chase forced his mouth on a struggling Zach. Both men felt a searing pain throughout their body as Chase’s bones elongated and Zach’s became shorter. Chase could feel his muscles expanding as he grew taller and thicker. He had to adjust his stance as his legs enlarged in length and width. He had to pull Zach’s shrinking body closer to him to stop from dropping him. After the pain ceased Chase smiled as he looked down and saw Zach’s knees were no longer bent as he held him up. Chase compared his newly enhanced upper arm to Zach’s pinned in limb. His bicep was now bigger than the once mammoth muscle giant. “I would take more of your height but it may be difficult to explain my sudden growth spurt. No one will probably notice 2 inches. They’ll be too busy trying to comprehend my new insane muscle mass. Plus I like the fact we are the same height and I weigh more than you. It will make it easier for the judges to compare us on stage. Now to perfect my new look. I want your coloration and complexion.” Again Chase kissed Zach’s clenched mouth. The two men watched each other’s appearance change. Chase’s hair and eyes lightened as his skin darkened and cleared. Zach’s hair darkened, it lost its luster and wave. His eye color muddied. His skin became pale and ruddy. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase held Zach tightly against his body with one hand still grasping his hair while the other was at the small of Zach’s back. Now the same height, Chase could feel Zach’s larger manhood pushing up against his own. The sheer volume of the larger man’s equipment dominated the space between them. “I want four inches of length and an inch of girth from your cock plus 60% of your balls’ mass.” With the kiss, Chase could feel his cock growing filling the space vacated by Zach’s receding equipment. “Shit this feels so fucking great.” Again Chase was forced to adjust his stance. “I want your freaky metabolism that allows you to stay ripped while putting on muscle so easily”. Chase kissed Zach again, who no longer bothered to struggle. After the flash of pain dissipated, Chase let go of Zach. The beaten man collapsed onto the floor like a pile of wet rags. His sweat soaked underclothes hanging loose on his shorter, thinner frame[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase walked over to the mirrored closet doors. His larger muscles made him waddle more than usual. He rubbed the newly enhanced meat between his legs. A smile overtook his face as he saw his reflection. His fitted t-shirt now hugged his torso so tightly every muscle detail was clearly visible. His baggy cargo shorts now clung to his larger legs. “Look at the size of me” he said turning from side to side while tensing every muscle. He went into a double bicep pose and heard the shoulder seams of his shirt start to tear. “Fuck yeah”, he flexed harder making his titanic muscles break free from their material constraints. The tear continued around his shoulders to his arm pits before stopping half way down his flared lats. He yanked the tattered shirt off his body. He then pulled down his pants and almost came when he saw his thicker cock head sticking out several inches above the waistband of his briefs. He pulled his larger balls out over the waistband and stood sideways. He squeezed his ass and thighs forcing his manly protrusions further from his body. Chase wrapped both hands around his pole, “So fucking big and thick.” He moved one hand to his skin encased eggs and squeezed. With another look in the mirror and flex of his balloon-like pecs, he shot his load. Gobs of thick, white goo erupted from his purple head. “My God, that felt incredible. I love being you.” He said looking at the motion less Zach. “Hell, I’m better than you. I’m absolutely gorgeous.” He leaned in to get a closer view at his face. “I look like I just returned from a month at a spa on a tropical island. While you look like you haven’t slept in weeks.” Chase covered his enormous package with his underwear and after making several adjustments, pulled up his pants. He opened the closet door and removed one of Zach’s XXXL short sleeve dress shirts he wore to business meetings. Chase pulled it on. He liked the fact the shirt was tight across his back, shoulders and around his arms. He fastened only the three bottom buttons on the shirt letting his thickly developed chest and eight pack show. The pale blue color of the shirt matched his new eye color and made his deeply tanned skin look more beautiful.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach moaned, “Por favor, n?o me deixes comoeste.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase walked over to him. “That didn’t sound like English to me, boy. This is America, we speak English here.” He kicked Zach in the gut again, “You are either incredibly stubborn or stupid.” He bent down over his host. “It’s probably stubborn now but I know how to change that.” Chase grabbed the hair on the back of Zach’s head once more.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Please, no more” Zach pleaded curling up into a tight ball.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Don’t fight me. You know you can’t win.” Chase lifted Zach’s head ignoring his weak slaps. “I wasn’t planning on doing this, but I know how much you enjoy speaking that jibberish. So I want your foreign language skills and I don’t know, say 25 IQ points.” With a kiss, and a brief headache, it was done. Chase stood up and went back to the mirror. “It is time for me to return to the limelight. Like a conquering hero after facing an insurmountable trial. I am a modern day Napoleon or better yet Alexander the Great, he was blonde too. I reemerge smarter and more powerful from the depths of fiery despair.” Chased raised his arms triumphantly, “Ich bin der Phoenix!” He turned to look down at Zach. “See you later, Zachary, maybe on the Olympia stage? If you have the courage to face me. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to humiliate you in front of the entire bodybuilding community. It will prove once and for all who the future of the sport is.” Chase checked himself out in the mirror one last time before walking to the door. “Addio perdente!” he slammed the door close behind him.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=silver]Zach stood in back of the small crowd. He wore baggy sweat clothes, a hat, and sunglasses. He didn’t want to be recognized. That was highly improbable now. He wasn’t the stunning head-turner he once was. In the distance we could see Chase working with a stunt man. They were going through the moves of a fight scene for the newest JamesBond film. The stunt man would stand in for James while Chase would have to do his own dirty work. No stunt double could be found for a man like Chase, especially since the scene called for him to be shirtless. Chase did look amazing. His new larger size made him even more menacing, the perfect henchman for the movie’s bad guy. His hair was cut into a flat top and dyed black. Zach guessed with James being a blonde now, the bad guy couldn’t be as well.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. Glancing at the LCD screen, he saw it was Gio. He stepped away from the crowd to answer the call. “Hello there sexy….I’m fine and you…..Really, I’m fine. I’ve just been really busy, you know with training and stuff…..Well you should know better than to believe everything you read in magazines or on the net. Did you get my e-mail?.....I wanted to do it……Yeah, it’s an e-ticket, just give the number to the person at the counter to get your boarding pass. Are you able to get away?... What did you tell her?.....An emergency bus driver’s convention in Miami? And she bought it?....I’m not saying a word. I never me the woman…..Don’t worry it’s a small, exclusive resort, no will know who you are….No, I’m already in Aruba, about hundred yards up the beach from the hotel. I arrived yesterday….Oh, it’s absolutely beautiful….Yeah I’m sorry, I know I didn’t give you much notice. I had to make sure everything would be okay before I sent you the ticket. That’s why I sent it to you just after midnight so you would have it first thing in the morning…..Yeah, everything is perfect now that I know you’re coming…..You remembered! Thank you. Yeah, I’m another year older. I can’t wait to open your present (laughs). A can of cake frosting, how did you know?... I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Bye.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach closed his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He returned to watching the movie’s location shoot. After a few hours, the director called it a wrap. Zach followed Chase as he left the old abandoned fort in which they had filmed. He still wore his costume, a pair of custom made black stretch jeans, and the movie make-up. His torso and face were smudged with dirt, sweat, and dried blood. His darker hair and dirty face made his large, pale blue eyes more alluring. He stopped to pose for photos with some of the onlookers. All seemed to be bikini clad sand bunnies. He allowed them to feel up his ripped and pumped physique pretending not to notice their groping hands. Chase just smiled and watched the girls melt. It was obvious he approved of their swooning as much as they his hyper-masculine appearance. He signed autographs for all that asked. Many returned the favor and slipped him their name and phone number for future reference. Chase finally disappeared inside his trailer and the adoring crowd left[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach walked up to the trailer and raised his hand to the entry door’s handle. He stopped himself and lowered his hand. He took a deep breath to summon his courage. He then remembered something. He reached for the water bottle attached to his waistband. He drank the contents. His face scrunched up from the bitter aftertaste. He took another deep breathe. He raised his hand again this time it landed on the target. He tried the handle. It was difficult to open. At first he thought it was locked. But after a second thought he knew a man like Chase, with his incredible physical strength and even more powerful ego, had nothing to fear from normal men. Zach applied more pressure, using both hands. It opened.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]He cautiously entered the well appointed space. He heard running water. He peered into the bathroom and saw the shower door open. He could only see the top half of an extremely muscular back. Apparently Chase’s shoulders were too wide to be contained within the trailer’s smaller sized stall. Zach prepared for the planned encounter. He removed his clothes. He caught his reflection in the mirror over the make-up table. He couldn’t believe how much muscle he had lost. Almost twenty pounds in addition to the fifty Zach stole. He had increased his work-outs to six days a week and cut back drastically on his fats and carbs. But he still he was shrinking. He looked flat and pudgy. Images of Ben filled his mind. He put his hand on his soft, pale gut feeling for the muscle that laid somewhere underneath. He lowered his hand to his smaller cock and disproportionably small ball sack. He sighed as the self-doubts that have plagued him for the last two months resurfaced. His confidence waned. What if this didn’t work? Chase was so big and strong now he could easily beat Zach to a pulp again. The opportunity to change his mind evaporated as he heard the water stop.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]A nude Chase walked out of the bathroom into the main part of the trailer where Zach stood. He wasn’t startled until he realized it Zach. “I expected someone to sneak in here, but you are a surprise. Zachy you should really cover yourself up. No one wants to see that body.” Chase threw a towel he had over his shoulder at the smaller man. Zach tried to catch it, but his reflexes were too slow and it hit him in the face. Chase walked past Zach, who instinctively moved out of the larger man’s way. “I now have the body everybody wants to see and thanks to you it’s so easy to maintain. I’m down to working out only 3 days a week and still making gains.” Chase flexed his right arm and felt it up with his left hand. “I bet you remembered those days fondly, don’t you boy? I can also eat a couple of doughnuts each morning and still have a waist like this.” Zach crunched his abs, making his bricks pop up through his paper thin skin. “The other actors stare in disbelief at the amount of food I put away from the craft services table. I can see the envy in there eyes.” Chase stopped rubbing his hard eight pack. “I hope you’re not here for the movie. They called me when you fell off the face of the Earth. I told them about your chronic alcohol and drug problems (laughs). Combined with your rumored steroid abuse, the producers were thrilled that I was available to step into the role. Especially after they saw the shape I was in. They even added another scene with me and gave me a line. My manager tells me after this the movie roles are going to be pouring in. I guess I’m going to be the next Arnold, not you.” Chase flopped down onto the built in couch. “Boy do you look like shit. What have you been doing to yourself fat-boy? Besides eating that is. Haven’t quite adjusted to the new you I see. Naturally scrawny nerds, like women, have to hit the gym every day to maintain what little muscle they have and carbs aren’t for someone with you sluggish metabolism.” Chase snickered. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I guess you stole my arrogance along with everything else” Zach said crossing his thinner arms over his soft chest.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Comment path?tique. Sorry forget you only speak English. I said, how pathetic. I guess that’s the best someone with your limited intellect can devise as a comeback.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach anger was building. He dropped his arms and walked closer to Chase. He stopped right in front of the seated smirking hulk. He stood between the more muscular man’s spread open knees. Zach couldn’t help but stare momentarily at the huge cock and balls on display. “Despite of what you did to me, Chase. I still admire you.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I bet you do.” Chase ran his hand down his chest, over his abs and along his cock before giving it a slight squeeze. “I hope you’re not hitting on me. I’m way out of your league, tubby”.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I admire all the things you took from me and your added mass.” Zach said ignoring Chase’s remarks.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase was ignoring Zach as well. “You’ve got a real spare tire forming there, don’t you fatso”. Chase raised his hand and pinched a 2 inch thick roll of fat above Zach’s hip. A second after he made contact, both men gasped in pain. Zach’s skin fold of fat melted away between Chase’s fingers until all that was left was a millimeter of bronzed skin. Then the skin was pulled out of Chase’s thick fingers and snapped tightly back in place in the deep crevice above Zach’s exposed hip bone.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Free from the paralyzing pain, Chase moved his gaze up Zach’s pulsating torso. What he saw shocked him. Gone was the Zach he created, in his place stood the God as he looked on the first day they met. No, he even looked more perfect, if that was possible. Zach bent down and put a hand on the couch on each side of Chase surrounding him with his muscular torso. “Usted no es el ?nico bolas para obtener su quema en Chinatown” he growled enjoying the rush of power he felt throughout his spectacularly developed body.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Wen Chu?” Chase mumbled.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]‘Si. After you beat the shit out of me, I went to speak with our old friend again. He saw what you did to me. I told him everything, including all about Sergei. He wasn’t happy with how you are using the gift he bestowed upon you. He feels the fates wouldn’t approve.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase squirmed in his seat. “So what is he going to do? He branded me. It can’t be undone, it’s burned into my flesh.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach leaned in closer. “Maybe not. But he had a collection of rings in the box, didn’t he? Who knows what would happen if he branded you with a different ring. Maybe instead of taking things with a kiss, you gave them away instead.” Zach titled his head and puckered his lips as if to kiss Chase. Chase turned his head away. Zach whispered in his ear. “I would give up drinking tea for the next four years. Just to be on the safe side.” Zach then gently kissed Chase on the cheek.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase began to fidget as his nerves became frayed. He put his hands on his body trying to feel if he had changed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Don’t worry, unlike you I don’t steal from others. I sort of copy them. Fortunately I don’t have to wait for leap year either. My fateful day comes every year, appropriately on the day of my birth and now many rebirths.” Zach stood up and flexed his restored body.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase swallowed hard seeing the incredibly powerful man in front of him. He slid further down the couch to avoid Zach and got on his feet, He went to the mirror to check out his body for himself. Once assured he was unchanged, he turned back to Zach who was massaging his package. “Your birthday? We first met on your birthday” Chase was putting the pieces together. “You copied my muscles when we met. I knew it wasn’t feasible to have a body like that under the clothes you were wearing.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“I glad to see you are finally using those IQ points you stole from me.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase scanned Zach with a critical eye. He looked incredibly thick and ripped. His face and skin were flawless. His eyes and teeth sparkled. His hair shimmered giving him a golden halo. Chase couldn’t imagine a more handsome man existed in this physical world. Chase realized Zach was several inches taller than him now. He had to look up at him again. ‘You fucking liar, you did more than just copy my muscles this time. I won’t wither under your shadow again.” Chase took a step forward, drew back his powerful arm and threw a punch at Zach’s face. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach didn’t flinch; he just raised his hand and caught Chase’s smaller fist within it. The momentum of Chase’s fist stopped immediately as it hit Zach’s palm. “Well, copying may not be exactly the right way to describe my gift.” Zach nonchalantly held onto a struggling Chase’s useless fist in his hand. “You know how some photocopiers have an enlarge button. Well, that’s what I do. I enhance everything I copy. So now I’m bigger….” Zach tightened his hold on Chase’s hand. “and stronger than I was before.” Chase resisted not wanting to look weak in front of his nemesis. Zach applied more pressure. There was a snapping sound. Chase fell to his knees from the pain. Zach let go surprised by his strength. He thought about the tea Wen Chu gave him. He said to drink it right before he met Chase again. It would give him the extra strength he needed to confront him. Zach thought he was talking emotional strength, but now he wasn’t sure. He raised his hands and clenched them into fist. His arms rippled with power. “Everything you stole from me, I took back and bumped it up a few notches.” Zach flexed his arms and turned his head from side to side to take in his amazing peaks “Quite a few notches it looks like.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“You asshole, you broke my hand. You actually broke my hand” Chase sobbed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]“Stop being such a cry baby, it’s unbecoming even for a man of your small stature. You can tell everybody it happened while you were filming your big fight scene. It will make a great story for picking up twinks at the local bar.” Zach walked over to Chase’s dresser and searched the drawers. He pulled out one of Chase’s custom made bathing suits. “I should break every bone in your body for what you did to me. But I won’t. I know that wouldn’t resolve anything. I sure would enjoy it. But as Wen Chu says, revenge is for a man of limited wisdom” Zach stepped into the stretchy garment and pulled it up his massively carved legs into place. He adjusted his equipment forcing the material to cover his larger endowment. He walked over to the mirror ignoring the still kneeling Chase in front of him. Zach combed his golden man with the brush on the table. He then ran his hands over his chest and stomach muscles, flexing them on contact.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Chase stared at the overstuffed pouch of Zach’s thong that was at his eye level. Every detail of the enormous tool was clearly displayed before him. Chase felt his own cock start to react for being so close to a superior man’s equipment. His lust took over and Chase ran his good hand up the backside of Zach’s thigh to his totally exposed bulbous ass. The transition from thigh to ass was perfectly smooth without the usual skin crease to mark the delineation. Chase felt as if he was exploring the flawless curves of a Stradivarius. Chase’s self destructive thoughts resurfaced. “Are you sure you don’t want to hit me or punish me some other way. I’ve been a really bad boy. I deserve to be taught a lesson.” Chase kissed Zach’s pillar of muscle. Zach flexed his leg. Chase didn’t think it was possible for a man’s thigh to be so hard, he almost cut his lip on the deep muscle striations. “Please, Zach, make me your bitch”, he begged.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach looked down at Chase, “I don’t think so. I’m out of your league, shorty.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=silver]Zach walked toward the door. “I always wanted to spend a month just relaxing on a tropical beach wearing almost nothing.” Zach palmed his package and pulled the thong’s thin straps higher on his thighs. The adjustment made his legs look longer, his waist narrower, his shoulders broader and his manhood larger. “Now thanks to you it’s possible. I can eat whatever I want and work out only a day or two each week and still be in top competitive shape.” Zach could see the defeated look on Chase’s face. “Don’t worry we’ll see each other again in a few weeks at the Olympia, right? You were so looking forward to humiliating me on stage.” Zach laughed. “It will definitely be a night you’ll remember.” Zach pulled on the door knob. It broke off in his hand. Zach smirked as he looked at the bent piece of forged aluminum. He raised his knee and with little effort kicked the door. The portal swung open violently, smashing into the side of trailer. As it returned to the opening, it no longer filled the space. The metal door was badly twisted and misshapen. The aluminum was folded and bent around the imprint of Zach’s large foot. He turned his attention back to Chase. The smaller man was still on his knees looking up at the muscle god. Zach dropped the handle and did a most muscular pose. “Kĕ yi g?ng hăo d? ying d? n?n zi”. Chase gave him a confused look. “Oh that’s right you don’t understand Chinese, that’s my new one. I said, may the better man win”.[/COLOR]

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Hot twist and cool ending.