The Master: Ch 1

[plasmatic20]

[COLOR=white]Some course language; hopefully new ch. out soon, comments appreciated.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]The Master[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]CHAPTER 1: The meeting.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]It was here, it was finally here. The glow on Zach’s face was apparent as he closed the mailbox and walked inside his apartment. These issues are published so rarely, the select few subscribers await their arrival anxiously. He got inside, pulling the magazine from the black manila envelope and giving an ever slight gasp as he looked over the cover. Two of the biggest men anyone could have imagined possible gracing the cover shot. Huge, smooth, pumped tan muscles flexing and bulging everywhere as they wore skin tight posing trunks that were filled to the brim, ready to snap off with a given movement. It’s hard to believe, but yes, these men were real. No airbrushing, no photoshop, nothing any photographer could ever create and be so life like; just pure authentic beef. “Gods” was worded above the 7 foot 734lb cover models; a self-explanatory name.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Zach shook a little as he quickly came in his own jeans, soaking his boxers. “Fuck..” he groaned, rushing to the bathroom for a quick change and a wipe up. He could never get through more than a couple of pages before losing himself and succumbing to natures drive. Countless gallons of his spunk have been lost to this publication, and why not? The men in this magazine are hot, sexy, gorgeous, and built like mountains. Not to mention, the thickest, longest cocks you’ve ever seen.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]He’s not even exactly sure how he was added to the mailing list in the first place. Being to so many bodybuilding and fitness expos there is a vast number of places that could have taken his name. He was just surprised no one else had ever heard of it, but he wasn’t going to tell, not something this good.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]The articles were amazing, showing these huge freaks working out with unbearable amounts of weight, giving tips and advice that no normal man could ever follow. There were even small articles demonstrating how to increase ejaculation volume with specific training routines. 30,000 calorie/day bulking diet plans and ways to reduce body fat. It was as if it was meant for another world, but Zach spent most of the time staring at the pictures like any other horny 22 year old. The huge men were so irresistible, flexing and posing every body part, and ripping out of clothes (custom made of course). There were even some erotic takes, as with one guy flexing and licking his massive bicep while gripping his huge dick as a thick jet of muscle cum streamed out. Zach’s favorite was in a past issue when two of the musclemen wrote about a jacking contest they did to see who could shoot the most cum in a tank within a week; the loser had to drink both tanks and be fucked by the winner. It’s enough to say that Zach had his hands full for awhile.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]After a week of satisfying his lust for muscle and looking the issue from cover to back, he noticed a very small section on the second to last page that looked to be an ad box. It had equipment listings and other random materials, but one caught his eye; ‘Looking for obedient slave as playtoy and worshiper’-listing an address. Zach had only dreamed and pretended that such situations existed, but to actually serve one of these freaks of nature would be unreal. He thought about it for several days, contemplating whether or not he should go to the place. But there was a good likelihood that the place didn’t exist, or if it did, a scary troll would be waiting for him.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]Curiosity overcame his worries as he found himself taking the four and half hour drive one night to the address listed in the ad. He looked around for the number within what looked to be a desolate industrial park, finally matching it to an old one story building.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]“Shit, this can’t be it..” Zach sighed as he looked around the unlit area.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]He walked up to the side entrance door, giving a soft knock expecting no one to be there. There was silence. He pushed it open as the hinges creaked from years of rust, feeling a warm blast of air on his face from the crisp air outside; unusual for an empty building like this to be heated. He walked in further, his shoes sticking to the floor as he passed the old loading area. He looked around seeing nothing in the dark warehouse, laughing to himself as he crumpled up the ad paper.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]“No, couldn’t exist..” he mumbled to himself as he headed towards the door then suddenly feeling a large hand grip and squeeze his neck, lifting him off his feet.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]“Who couldn’t!” A deep and powerful voice boomed as a massive figure towered above Zach as it slammed him down on his back.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]“W…ughh….” Zach tried getting up but could only try to scoot away from the huge shadow walking towards him.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]“Who are you? How the fuck did you get in here?! Answer me boy or you’re gonna have your goddamn head smashed on the floor!![/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]“I…I….” grabbing the crumpled ad off the floor and holding it up, “I was just…respon..”[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]The huge figure tears it from his hand, looking it over in silence. He gives a deep pissed off sigh. “How’d a tiny little faggot like you get a hold of this…”[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]“It was mailed to me, they signed me up, and it just came, I don’t where it comes from, I…” Zach ranted.[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]“Shut..the fuck.. up.” He groaned, throwing the ad. A couple of lights came on as he stepped forward. Believe it or not it was one of them, a thick monstrous man, exactly as the magazine showed. He looked to be a little over seven feet, and weigh…7-800lbs? He was almost disgustingly huge, muscle flowing in every direction that was packed with ultra-density. Every ripped muscle sculpted with precise detail, swaying gently with the small steps he was taking that inadvertently gave him a waddle. The smooth golden skin glistened with limited light shining on him, so tight one more pound of meat within and he’d explode. But only enough light on his face to see stubble on a square jaw.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]He walked closer to Zach, standing right over him. His thick cock and swollen balls inside a blue pair of posing trunks stretched to their last thread, just inches from his head. The massive quads on his right meaty thigh gave a quick twitch. Zach, already having unloaded his own balls, had a dark wet spot starting to soak through his pants.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=white]“That isn’t how you worship a god in his temple…strip and get on your fuckin’ knees boy!”[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=white]To be continued..[/COLOR]
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[Speaker]

Its a good start. Try to flesh it out more. It feels a little rushed. I'm interested in seeing where you go with this though. Keep it up.

[philat99]

I'm interested in how this will proceed.
Mike

[howardbeatman]

isn't the quote from the SUPERMAN into: "fights a neverending battle"?