Cult of the Muscle Beast-chapter 2

[V.R.Goh]

Chapter 2

When I got home, I jumped in the shower and jacked off to my mental image of him. He was so positively pulchritudinous, so monstrously massive, and so viciously vascular that I couldn?t think straight. Once I got that out of my system, I put my clothes back on and checked the time. 6:30 p.m. I wanted to get there early, since I hate being late for anything. Before I walked out of the door, I took stock of my appearance. At 5?11?, I was slightly above average in height. However, I looked underfed at a mere 140 pounds. I brushed a lock of my long black hair out of my eye and sighed.

?You seriously need to gain some weight, Kisekawchuck,? I said to myself. Kisekawchuck is the name that my paternal grandfather, a full-blooded Cree, gave me when I was two years old; it means ?daystar.? My birth certificate will introduce me as Alexander Griffith, but I often call myself by my Cree name.

The trains were horrible when I got to the station. It took me a little longer to get there than I thought. It was 7:45 when I arrived at the building where Tsuyosa Fitness was. The place was one of those sterile office buildings that are in every city. I made my way to the tenth floor where suite 1035 was located. The door was blazoned with the same symbol as on the card. When I walked into the office, there he was. It was the same guy from earlier.

?I see you decided to come,? he said. Damn, he?s got a sexy voice.

?Well,? I said, ?I figured that anyone that big must know something about gaining muscle.? Well, that and I wanted to see your massive muscles again. He stood up, revealing as much of his muscular glory as his clothes would allow.

?Come with me,? he said, gesturing towards him. ?I want to introduce you to some friends of mine.? I would have followed him anywhere, so I did. We went down a hallway that I didn?t notice before.

?I?m part of a secret society of muscleheads,? he explained. ?We recruit people with the potential to become bigger and stronger than they are and train them. We had our first meeting in the 1980s, back during the big fitness craze. A few friends got together in, of all places, the gym at Muscle Beach out in California.?

?Oh yeah,? I said, ?I remember that time. It was the era when leg warmers were in.?

?Of course, there was no accounting for taste,? he chuckled. ?By the way, the name?s Leo.? He held out a meaty paw.

?I?m Alex,? I responded, grasping his vascular hand. ?So, is that the focus of this group, Leo??

?That?s basically it,? he responded. ?Most of us have some kind of job that focuses on our muscles. That means that you?ll meet a lot of fitness models, personal trainers, and bodybuilders.? Before I knew it, we had stopped at an unmarked door. Leo knocked twice on the door and we waited. The door opened to reveal another beefy behemoth, this one covered in a forest of hair.

?Recruited another one, Leo?? said the hairy muscle man in a gruff voice.

?Yup,? he responded. ?This one has promise. Alex, this is Adam.? Once again, my hand was engulfed by another larger paw.

?Welcome to the CMB,? Adam said with a big smile on his angelic face.

?The what kinda huh?? I said, clearly confused.

?It stands for Cult of the Muscle Beasts,? Leo responded. ?Contrary to this name, we?re not a cult. Officially, our group is called Fraternitas Fortis. That means ?brotherhood of the strong? in Latin. But, since everyone here worships male muscle in all its forms, Cult of the Muscle Beasts is our unofficial nickname.? Looking around, I understood why. Every single guy here was bigger, more muscular, more vascular, and more achingly beautiful than the last. With a wave of his hand, Alex brought the whole crowd to a hushed murmur.

?My brothers in muscle,? he said to the crowd, ?Tonight, we welcome a new man into the ranks of the strong. Let us embrace him with the spirit of the brotherhood and the essence of our strength. Alex, step into the circle of the strong.?

I walked through the ranks of men, feeling like the proverbial long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. When I reached the center, there stood Leo, naked in all his glory. I stood in front of the massive muscle beast, in awe of his powerful physique.

?Do you, Kisecawchuck of the Cree Nation,? Leo said in a strong voice, ?swear to be true to yourself and to your brothers in muscle, to aid them in their time of need, and to stand with them in war and peace??

?I do,? I said. I wondered how he knew my Cree name as he continued.

?Then,? he said, holding his arms out, ?welcome to the brotherhood. May its power give you the strength of the gods.?

[a_lost_prophet]

I think the idea and setting of this story is fantastic and you're doing a fantastic job with small bite sized chapters that tease and lure the readers deeper.
I'm bursting with anticipation. I can't wait for the next

[philat99]

I'm still hoping for another chapter or more. The Cree background seems to give this story an extra dimension of suspense worth capitalizing upon. Here's hoping you agree.
Mike