High School Reunion Part 3

[Otaru_grower]

Part 1



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Part 2



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PART 3


I wound up taking the local bus to the marina. Kyle had an office there, and that office was on his own personal boat. I looked for the right one but when I went past all the dozens of sailboats I found myself looking up at a yacht. I mean, this thing looked like it was worth?a lot. Ten million? It suddenly dawned on me that I could be in over my head. How rich was Kyle? It had to be pretty up there. I gingerly stepped onto the dock nearest the ladder. Suddenly there was a man I didn?t recognize standing over me from behind. I jumped as he put a hand on my shoulder. The man was large and wore shades.

?Mr. Sorenson has been waiting for you. Follow me.? He motioned that I should follow him up the ladder. I reached the top, more slowly that he had lithely gone up, and he reached down to nearly pick me up entirely, and planted me down on the deck. With my head nearly swimming from that experience, the large bodyguard (or so I assumed he was) moved (and his huge back made it so that he had to carry his arms like a giant muscled man would have to). The next thing I knew I was stepping down into a gilded, wooden room that looked like it was owned by royalty. Photos were up in frames of Kyle with famous celebrities and rich business corporate execs.

?Sit down, Ryan,? Kyle said casually. Actually, commanded is more like it. ?Were you able to find us alright??

?Yeah, I remember the layout of the town. Haven?t been here in a while. The buses are different, though.?

?You took the bus? I would have sent you a car. Next time,? he smiled. ?So. I?ve been looking over your work history.? He motioned for me to be silent when I was about to speak in frustration. ?I took the liberty of attaining it, I can do a lot of things, Ryan. God knows I have the money to get information. And before you ask, yes, I did happen to know you were?running out of luck when we were at the reunion last night. Now, I?d like to give you an opportunity.? The way Kyle spoke was with utter confidence. He could give speeches to audiences on confidence. ?Ryan, I want to give you a second shot at having a career. Your disability, your medical crises, they?re behind you now. I know you may think they hold you back, but they don?t have to.?

Meanwhile, I was mesmerized once again by how very big Kyle was. He was wearing a polo shirt, and I didn?t even know they made shirts that size. It stretched against the taper of his back, he looked like an upside down triangle. His arms were each like two footballs stuck together. My eyes widened. The deepness of his voice, the melody of it. His voice was beautiful, his face the all American jock grown up look that so many alpha males within the corporate sphere had. He had everything. Wealth, looks, what could he possibly use me for? Poolboy?

?I need a staff person at my house, and you could very well fit the bill of that. It would literally require you do everything I ask. A manservant, butler, you would help take calls, and be responsible for a lot of shopping. Occasionally you might have to clean the pool.?

Oh, bingo. How did I know?

?But overall, you would be assisting me at a very personal level. I need someone who I can trust. I trust you, to be someone willing. Are you willing, Ryan??

I stroked my balding head. What was he getting at? I should be grateful but in the back of my head some warning klaxons were going off. I didn?t necessarily trust him, I feared him a little bit but I wanted to believe his sincerity. Maybe I was too used to being shoved around. Maybe he knew what that was like. Maybe he wanted to really give me a shot at being the someone I could be.

?Sure. Totally. I am. I?m willing to do whatever you need.?

He smiled a sly smile. ?Well, that is a considerable statement. I hope you?re up for it. Because you?re hired, starting today.?

After that, things moved quickly. I was promised that he could have his people move my things into the mansion. Mansion?

?So you don?t live on the boat??

He smiled at me almost in pity. ?No, Ryan, I don?t live on the boat. The yacht is sort of just my?clubhouse. But don?t worry about your things, they?ll all be in good hands.?

?To tell you the truth I don?t have that much stuff, I?ve had to sell mostly everything. I have a few things. You can tell them to leave the cinderblocks.?

?You have a sense of humor, I can tell. Ryan, you and me are going to be a good match. I can tell.? He winked at me. Before I knew it he was on his cel phone barking orders.

?No, I told Henderson that I want that taken care of yesterday. Tell him to move his scrawny ass. I want this to be acclimated to our convenience and our convenience is that this acquisition is unanimous. Get the board to sign on or tell them that I?ll destroy their stocks through a hostile takeover, I?m done being nice.?

He turned to me, with a polite smile.

?Sorry, business is always a priority. You know how it is. Baldwin, have Mr. Johnson here shown around at the estate and have Amelia prep him on his duties.?

?Yes, sir.? The giant known as Baldwin showed me to a black car, like you would expect government officials to drive, waiting down below. All of this was happening at a surreal rate that I really didn?t know how to respond to.

?Um, can I call my friend to let him know that I won?t be going back to the trailer park with him??

?That?s already been taken care of.?

Oh. Well, that was quick.

The drive wound up taking me up into the hills until I passed a few gated communities and then an older part of town. The driver turned off the road hugging the hills inward, and we were soon on a private road that wound up and around and along old stone walls.

?This is all the Master?s estate.? Baldwin informed me. He had been typing commands into his minipad the entire ride. And relaying information with a few semi audible syllables here and there into his mouthpiece. State of the art technology everywhere.

And then we came to the largest house I?d ever seen. It was like a hotel.

A hotel with columns and old vines crept along the woods-bound house. Stairways everywhere. Gardens to the left and right, in immaculate condition, trimmed topiaries greeted me as a centaur and mermaid swooned next to a Roman soldier and chariot.

?I didn?t even think trees could look like that.? I murmered.

?The Master flies in a specialist from France.?

Of course he does.

Before long I was inside, a marble floor with wide rooms that looked straight out of Hollywood royalty. A raven haired, Irish accented woman met me at one of the fireplaces (there were four in the dining room).

?Well sir, if it isn?t our new employee. I?m Amelia O?Leary. I?m the chief of staff of the household. We run a tight ship here, sir. I assure you, you have landed in a position that is going to require all of your efforts, so let?s get started right away!?

Amelia took me throughout most of the house, the library, the master bedrooms, the kitchens, the dining rooms, the guest rooms, the entertainment areas, the reception hall, the party rooms, the personal rooms I was never to go into, and we briefly toured the gardens enough so that I knew where the two pools were.

What the hell had I gotten myself into? How long before I got fired again? I wondered. I barely fit in here. It was all too good to be true.

Or was it? Maybe someone had finally taken pity on me.

My duties were going to be keeping me very busy so I took as many mental notes as I could. A large part of it had to do with relaying messages, and deciding which information was relevant enough to get to whom. A house this size had purposes and Kyle had a lot of guests here, business parties were commonplace, and a lot of networking took place here. Part of my job was also just to make sure that Kyle?s personal needs were met. I was to undergo Butler 101, as Amelia put it.

TWELVE YEARS AGO

?Hey Ryan, did you ask out Becca Thurgood yet? She totally wants you, man.?

?Yeah, why??

?Cause I saw her talkin? with that geek Kyle Sorenson just this morning. He was talking with her and she was laughing, but not at him, they were totally about to make out in the hallway.?

?You?re full of shit.?

?No dude, I heard it from Christy and Stacy told me too,? another one of his friends piped in.

Ryan was fury and anger. It had taken him weeks to get Becca to go out with him. And this little punk thought he could get his greasy hands on her? NO fucking way was he going to endure that kind of humiliation. No way was he going to let someone so inferior take away what was his.

He towered over Kyle, who looked up at him slowly as he closed his locker. He grabbed Kyle by the ear and dragged him into an empty classroom. Luckily that room was unused after period 4. He was bigger than Kyle by at least a foot.

?So pipsqueak, what are you doing talking to my woman?? Ryan said, trying to sound as fierce and scary as possible.

?W-what do you mean??

?What do I mean? I mean you were talking to Becca this morning, trying to pick up on her.?

?No, I wasn?t!?

?Says you. Why wouldn?t you try to get with her? You some kind of faggot?? Kyle winced. ?I bet you are. So here?s news for you, faggot.? He held Kyle up by his shirt and shoved him up against the wall. Students walked by outside totally unaware. ?I want you to think twice before talking to Becca or any other girl that happens to be with me or any of the football team. You?re nothing but a runt. You?re a speck. You?re not allowed to talk to girls that are better than you. Why would you even try??

?I wasn?t! She was talking to me! I don?t even have any friends! No one talks to me!? Kyle was shaking and trying not to cry.

?Whatever, dweeb. Just stay the fuck away from Becca. Or else you?ll get more of this!? Ryan shoved Kyle backwards into some desks and he hit his head on the way down to the ground. Kyle was out the door. He wanted to crawl up into a ball. Why did everyone have to hate him? What was so wrong with him?

?I?m gonna be bigger one day, and then they?ll see. I?ll be bigger and everyone will like me.?

But they never did, at least not that he could ever see. After the incident where he was outed everything just grew dimmer and dimmer and Kyle hid from Ryan at every opportunity. The two didn?t speak for those few weeks afterwards and Ryan often wanted to say something. Something akin to apologizing but he couldn?t. He couldn?t risk being seen doing that, it would be weak. Weak was bad, he had to be top dog.

Top dog didn?t really last very much longer though.

PRESENT DAY

?Wakey, wakey!? Amelia said as I got up at the crack of dawn to her knocking. ?Be ready in ten minutes. Master Sorenson is coming back today! He?ll want to see you to check up on your progress!?

It had been a few weeks since my training had begun. In that time, Kyle took a jet to Norway to vacation and then he was plane hopping to Berlin and Osaka on major business affairs of which I knew next to nothing.

Everyone was lined up along the hallway. The maids and cooks and various servants. There were still several company men that lived in the mansion that needed looking after, underlings that were very important to Kyle. Their happiness was also part of my duty. If they wanted special requests I was the one who made sure the chefs could do it. I ran to the stores to pick up supplies and equipment. I fed the dogs, and was learning to clean the pool. The various calls that came in I learned to screen and separate to various employees. I was learning a great deal on how to multitask. I was also in charge of the gym. I had learned to clean the machines and clean up the area. I was telling myself that this wasn?t penance. That this was moving forward. But in the back of my mind I still wondered what I was doing here. Why I wasn?t more afraid. I was afraid because I was a horrible to Kyle at one point. It wasn?t really me and yet it was. But he didn?t know that I had felt bad, that bad, about all the things I put him through. It really wasn?t his fault but now he had exceeded anything I was ever capable of. He was a walking god amongst men, and I was just a lowly insect. I was, I found myself, thinking, hoping that he didn?t even notice me when he came back.

That was not to be.

Kyle was energetic and well dressed, in a huge Armani suit that had to be tailor made. He literally looked like a million bucks. He gave everyone a pep talk about continuing to do such a great job and he was pleased as long as he got good updates from Amelia.

After he dispersed everybody, I wasn?t sure if I should stay or go until he snapped his fingers at me. ?Ryan. Follow me to the master library.?

?Yes, uh?sir.? I said, not knowing if I was allowed to call him by first name anymore.?

?I like that. You can call me sir, or you can call me Mr. Sorenson. Either is fine. Ah, here we are,? he said, getting into the elevator shaft. Kyle had created it to look exactly like the elevator shaft in Rocky Horror. It ran up and down in front of various floors. It stopped at the top level. We were soon in the master library, which was a tall room capped with stone sculptures of leaves and angels. A large cathedral-sized window allowed maximum light. Kyle sat down at a desk. Books of all kinds filled the entirety of the room, which was oblong shaped. It was like something out of Beauty and the Beast, which I?m told was an inspiration when he had it built. In fact, the house was very old, but many of the additions on this wing were new. The entire building was probably larger than anything I?d ever even known was possible for what a house to be capable of being. My room alone was like a really nice hotel room. Nice? Actually more like opulent. As I looked up at my new boss, I felt slightly uncomfortable. There was a slight and constant fear I had now, of what would happen to me if I was canned.

I was now completely dependent on Kyle for my livelihood.

?So. I?ve been hearing good things,? he said, taking a baseball he had on a mantle. He threw it into a mitt as he talked. ?You?ve been picking things up quick.? He took off his suit jacket and stretched his mighty frame. It was like watching a football player or an Olympian. One of those guys at Venice Beach, but more luminous. Like you would imagine the Greek gods looked. God, what was wrong with me, he was just a guy. An incredibly huge alpha male guy. Who made me look like a dwarf in comparison.

?I?d like to talk to you about your condition here,? he said indicating my face. My face reddened. ?What have your doctors said??

?Any danger to me has passed but it would require cosmetic surgery. I gave up on that years ago,? I laughed it off.

?Well, I?d like to help in that. If you stay with me for three more months I?ll pay whatever it takes. The only reason I want to wait is, I just want to see you feel that you can stay at this job. It?s not easy. A lot of people have decided it wasn?t for them.?

?Why?? I asked, then wondered if I shouldn?t have.

?Well, it?s high pressure, Ryan. I?m not the most understanding boss, sometimes. If I say get it done, I expect it to be done. No exceptions, unforeseen disasters not included. But I do want you to stay.? I looked up into his gaze, almost fraternal. His deep stubble and tan, his shoulders the size of large steaks. His pecs hung onto his body and god they were like gilded steel. The perfect shape for a chest. Wide and deep and round and cut. I could see the folds of hard beef-flesh, the wrinkles of tightened muscle where his pecs tightened. The wide arc of muscle, each of his pecs almost the size of my entire head. I just nodded.

?I?m in this for as long as I can.?

?Good. You can start by informing me who picked your clothes out for you.?

?Um?Amelia did.?

?They look good. Much better, don?t you think?? I smiled.

?Definitely.? The starched shirts were regular butler attire. White and with black pants and bowtie. ?Alright. This is our first day working solely side by side. I want you to take some notes,? he said handing me a computer pad. I had been learning to use one from Amelia. ?Contact Ralph Lauren?s people and tell him that I?m a go with Jenny being my liason to him. Tell him that I?m pleased with the data he sent me on the new JC Penny line. Contact Emily at the Smithsonian and tell her that I?m more than glad to donate some of my collection for the December samurai display. Contact Pete at McArthur Douglass and tell him the specs for the new prototypes are adequate but I?d like to see them work on the hydraulics issue more. Tell him to contact me via the Resolution program.?

And so it went. People I didn?t know and had no idea what he meant half the time, but a lot of it was very secret sounding military projects and a lot of European banking agencies, and a lot of what I wrote down totally went over my head. Who was Kyle anyway? I was seriously beginning to wonder. I did a Google search on him and all I was able to find was that he was involved with boating projects and fashion. Those worlds knew him and he had gotten famous from them, but none of this was on the Internet. My guess was that Kyle was actually so rich he could afford to keep his name detached from certain things by simply making a call to the Google people.

I was beginning to wonder who I was working for. And why the hell did he really want me? There were thousands of people more qualified than me.

I was sent to make the calls, and I had all the numbers at my disposal. I had been given a special communication station with Skype and all the latest gadgets. It felt like I was at some com control in NASA. After that was done, Kyle called me up to the master bedroom. I had never seen it before but walking in for the first time, was still unprepared for the sauna and the statues of naked men everywhere, with full erections, not to mention the paintings of bodybuilders, photos of bodybuilders, and the two real life bodybuilders on either side of Kyle. His bed was a rotating bed and there was a walk-in shower complete with tiles and glass walls surrounded by bamboo silk screens on the far side of the room.

One of the men looked very military. Crew cut (in contrast to Kyle?s somewhat tousles-filled brown hair), and with huge arms and chest, like Kyle. But his hair was black and his gaze was strict. He wore a T-shirt that showed off his huge, dominating frame. They were talking intensely and nodding to each other the way that alpha males do, showing little emotion. The other man I almost recognized but I couldn?t figure out from where.

The man was blond and blue eyed, and taller almost than the other two. His arms were huge as all of them were, and he wore athletic gear. His package was huge. His hair was straight and golden, and his head round. His voice was deeper. Like a combination of Flash Gordon and Rocky Horror and with the body of a supergod.

?Ryan, you remember Danny.?

?You have to picture me with glasses. That might help.? The man said with laughter in his voice. Deep, rumbling laughter. And he looked younger by far, he was the same age as me but he looked 22 or 23. Veins coiled around his enormous arms. Unlike the others he was sleeveless and he felt more than home at being so. I walked up to the three giants to nervously shake their hands.

?Ryan, I?d like to introduce you to Derek and Danny. Danny you already have met, we went to high school together.?

?Yes, yes, hello.? I said, my voice giving out on me slightly.

?Yeah, I look different I know. A good diet and exercise program and luck. Lots of hard work at the gym.?

?Danny actually lives here as well. We?re very good friends.? Kyle added.

?I?ve got to go,? Derek said briskly. He walked right past me as I extended my hand to shake his. Danny stepped up to take it. He grasped my hand with both his.

?It?s been a long time, Ryan. I?m glad to see you again.?

I felt literally like a kid next to three huge grown ups. It made me feel inadequate but I smiled through it. Kyle was saying lots of charming things as he saw Derek out. I didn?t really want to guess about his sexual habits but I was guessing that he liked his men big. As big as him if not bigger. And Danny. Little Danny all grown up. Little Danny who used to make all of those jokes, he got out of so many scrapes. So many times people tried to beat him up and he just made everyone laugh. And now here he was, silent and mysterious. He just kept staring back and forth between me and Kyle. Something was giving me a terrible feeling. I had no idea how.

Something told me, deep down to get out while I could. That this was not going to go well for me. But what could I do? Where could I go? Kyle was willing to hire me even though I barely had done anything near on my resume that even came close to qualifying for any of this. Maybe I could get a job cleaning pools with my newfound training. But that would mean no surgery. I looked in a mirror (there were many framed ones all over the place, lovingly arranged).

Across my face was a red patch of skin, almost scaly The deformity was bubbled and didn?t hurt to the touch anymore but it burned every day I saw it. It was, along with me being bald, and short, enough to make the last decade pretty much sex free. I was so introverted now that I didn?t expect to be seen as a sexual object and now I was surrounded by gay guys that looked like gods. My mind was swimming. Something didn?t add up and yet?

I looked at Kyle and I just felt instant happiness. His smile, his warmth. He didn?t care that I couldn?t make it out there in the world, he was willing to take me on anyway. He didn?t care that we were so different. He didn?t want me for my body, that was for sure. Why would he? Besides me being straight, I wasn?t exactly his type.

Maybe he could be more than a boss, but also a friend or even a mentor. Maybe I should give this a chance.

?So, let?s take a little break. Ryan, would you like to join Danny and myself for dinner??

?Sure,? I said, a little too quickly. Danny looked at me with some surprise. ?If it?s okay with you.?

?Of course. Let me just go to my room and put something more appropriate on.? He passed by Kyle, who put an appreciative hand on Danny?s shoulder, then graced his wall of a back and Danny smiled back at him as he left, and finally I was alone with Kyle again.


?You seem a little out of breath. Anything on your mind??

?I?guess it feels like I haven?t woken up yet.?

?Yeah, I sometimes still feel that way. So. Are you prepared for my workout? We should hit the gym before dinner. My muscles require daily routine.?

?Oh! Yes, of course. Let me just?should I change??

?Yes, you probably should. There are clothes in the gym, though.?

Kyle?s private gym looked like any other, except that we were the only ones inside. I had changed in the bathroom, into a T-shirt and shorts. Kyle was dressed similarly and Oh. My. God.

I had always been into women, and never questioned my heterosexuality but for the first time in my life, I felt my heart beat looking at another man. He was unquestionably larger than almost anyone I?d been this close to, this visibly. His tank top stretched against impossible tanned muscles. I could see them all so clearly, smell his manly musk. My god, I?d never seen anything like it. He did some stretching exercises and I just felt so meek in comparison it wasn?t even funny.

My job was to give him water when he needed it. Hold it up for him. I know it sounds crazy but that was my job. I couldn?t possibly spot him, but that was not what I was there for. Kyle said he needed encouragement while he worked out. Something like he had never been able to do it alone, he needed companionship.

Before long he was making a circuit. I was to keep tabs on heart rate on the treadmill machine, and make notes, write down his speed and timings on each exercise, which specialists would then analyze for whatever reason he had. He squeezed weights, free weights now, and just one of his arms was like two footballs squeezing against one another.

?Water,? he said, and I provided it. He sipped from the bottle and handed it back to me. The look in his eyes as he pulled weights down and towards his chest were on the Nautilus equipment. The weights he pulled on each machine were the size of tires. I couldn?t believe my eyes! The once scrawny little boy who was so afraid of me was now unquestionably my superior in every way.

The face he wore was intense and dramatic. He sneered at the weights and they clanked and I wrote down notes.

?Tell me how great I?m doing!? he ordered as he did bicep curls.?

?You?re doing great, Kyle. You?re doing great!?

?Tell me I can do this!? he ordered, huffing and puffing on a leg curl.

?You can do it, Kyle! You?re the best!?

He continued with some ellipticals. I continued to encourage him similarly.

?Water!? he demanded, sweat drenched. He attacked the bottle and handed it back to me. ?Towel me!? I toweled his sweat. He picked up some more free weights. The session went on for what seemed an eternity. I?d never seen a man like this. His legs, now that I could see them?well you know the clich? of tree trunk legs? I couldn?t describe them any other way. Just being near them made me quake. I?d never seen muscles on anyone like this before. When he wore his suits I had a glimmer but now that we were both there, and he was in his glory, I couldn?t even begin to describe the experience. He grunted and rebelled against the weights. 200 lbs flew up in the air and he smiled in victory. 300 went up. He was able to push 350 with his legs. The free weights he used? Let?s just say that 100 lbs was the weight that he used to calm his muscles down, to wind them down after the third or fourth barbell routine. He was sweat drenched. He flexed and then I realized he was flexing just so I could see.

The largest weight in the room was the kind you see weightlifters use, in the Olympics. They weighed a total of a thousand pounds, five hundred on each side. Kyle grunted and lifted, then vaulted the mighty tire sized weights above his head then slowly returned it down to the mat.

?How do you like that, Ryan! Not many men in the world can do what I just did!? Pride and vanity shone on his face.

I nodded. ?It was amazing!?

?You ever see muscles like that, Ryan?? He held up an arm above me, posed it, it was like living bronze.

?No,? I said meekly.

?Fucking goddamn right you haven?t. I paid for the best researchers and the best nutrition experts to mold me into what you see here. I could have become Mr. Olympia. God knows I?m bigger than he is. Go on. Feel that.? He nodded that it was okay.

I gingerly touched his bicep. Suddenly it was like the best thing I?d ever done just for a small moment. I had never experienced anything quite like it. It was pure power condensed into the steel of a human frame. A melon of a bicep. Literally. All of the clich?s I could think of were inadequate. Why had I never realized his size, his true size before?

He was probably near to 275 lbs, easy. If not more.

?Watch me bench press this motherfucker!? he yelled. He began to bench press 300 pounds. He yelled and his muscles perfected themselves with veins increasing in vascularity in front of my eyes. He lifted two more sets.

He was drenched.

?Tell me?tell me I?m the best.? Kyle said, without thought.

?You?re the best! The best I?ve ever seen!?

?You?re goddamn right I?m the best! I?m one of the best ever! Look at how fucking amazing my body is! I?m not a shrimp anymore, am I?!?

?No, no, you?re incredible! You?re the best!?

?I am the BEST! FUCK YEAH I?M THE BEST! I?M THE FUCKING BEST! LOOK AT THIS!? He posed. ?LOOK AT THAT! FUCK YEAH MY MUSCLES! MY BICEPS! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!? He screamed a primal scream and beat his chest.

?AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!? He went over to the punching bag and beat it as he screamed. ?I?M THE FUCKING KING! THE FUCKING BEST! NO ONE IS THIS BIG! I?M THE FUCKING BEST! FUCK YEAH! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!?

Attacking a punching bag thoroughly, he panted. Finally, he calmed down and then with an ebullient smile the shadow of his mountainous frame walked over to me and clapped me on the back.

?That was great. Now how about I go shower. I?ll meet you in the first floor dining hall at 6:30.?

And he was gone. I saw his back as he left, and it looked like a mountain range, like you see on weather forecasts. Giant lines, along the canyons of his back?s muscularity, and it shone like gold in the lights of the gym. Tapered and hulk-like, that was the only way to put it. The size of him between his arms, the fact that it was all muscle made him seem like some kind of warrior idealized as flesh. I snapped out of it. I was looking at his back like I was hypnotized by it. But I?d never seen anything like Kyle.

I had never, nor would I ever.

I got ready by running back to my room and showering. I found myself jerking off. I told myself that it was because I was excited at the prospect of being able to use the gym myself, or of the thought of being someone that women could be attracted to again. I wasn?t that fat, after all. I could lose the weight given I had the time and I had been told that there was another smaller gym that I could use if I wanted to (with the other behemoths that lived here, no doubt). I told myself that?s why I had to relieve myself.

I got dressed and went left my room. My room. I had already begun to think of it as my room and this massive house as my work.

Was it really that bad a thing? I wondered as I found myself smiling on the way down to dinner.

[LA90077]

Thanks for continuing this!

[vergatario01]

... We were sure that the underdog was the bullied guy. Because of that I'm quite intrigued about where this story is going.

I like it very much so far.

[youngtrevor]

Yeah! It was worth waiting for. This keeps getting more interesting. Apparently it seems like Kyle needs to show off to Ryan even though he became a pathetic loser whom a hotshot like Kyle wouldn't give a crap about and it looks like Ryan is developing a little crush on Kyle now. I like it a lot.

[ml9696]

Excellent story!
Can't wait for next part

[hexdog3f8h]

Pardon the old thread revival, but I would like to know if this story is going to continue? Or if it is somewhere else could someone post a link? I would really like to see this story continued it is one of my favorites.

[Otaru_grower]

Hey, guys. Just a note.

I REALLY appreciate all the positive feedback I've gotten for all of my stories.

Bringing Down Our Principal has another chapter written, which I am going to edit before posting.

Remotely Controlled will continue as well. I have an outline. I plan at least two more chapters before finishing that, and there will be a LOT of muscle sex in them. The previous chapters had a lot of humor but I sort of ran out of material humor wise. I wanted to get back into the 'funny groove' I got into when I wrote those, which is not easy. They have a very sitcom like feel to them, so I want to ease into that back and forth between the scenes that get intensely hot. I don't just want it to be only funny or only sexy. It's just a daunting project for that reason.

This story is close to my heart and has a definite outline, which I will get back to. It does involve muscle theft (many of you have wondered about this, no doubt) and I love the fact that it's so many years later. There will be more flashbacks and you get a clearer picture of where the two men were in their lives back then. A lot of magic will be going on, and this story was in fact inspired directly by Second Chances by Clarence, only with a lot more emphasis on revenge.

Stepping Into Dad's Shoes will have an ending, even though it's been over a year since I wrote any of that series.

I realize that many of my projects are unfinished but the people that like my stories really like them, and that means a LOT to me.

[Bull]

It doesn't came as any surprise that you work with language. It shows in your stories, which are uncommonly well-written. Yes, I relate to feeling less like yourself when smaller, and to the depression too. There's a lot of that going around these days my friend. Thanks for the great work. I look forward to reading more of your stuff.

[philat99]

Very interesting turn-about! I'm looking forward to more!!!
Mike

[hexdog3f8h]

Sorry to dig this one out of the doldrums but I loved this story, is it going to continue soon?

[Otaru_grower]

Thanks for asking. I have several continuations planned. I have been without a computer for several months but one is coming in the mail any day now and I should have time to write this month.

I will also be continuing Bringing Down Our Principal. I really am committed to these stories but I have been so unbelievably busy trying to secure a job overseas it's not even funny.

Otaru.

You've obviously been very busy in the two years since you posted the third part of this, and moved on to a lot of other things.

Your writing is always great, but this is extremely well written. It's evident that you put a lot of effort into it and took a lot a time to plot it out. Even though I'm not into muscle theft stories in general (the punishment is usually too disproportionate to the offense for my taste), this story really engaged me. It's at the top of my list of incomplete stories on this forum that I'd most love to see continued.

It seems that you're really putting your energies into body swap stories now. Is there any chance that you'll ever be returning to this, or have you completely moved on to other interests?

[Otaru_grower]

I have the ending to this story worked out entirely in my head. Actually out of all my unfinished stories, this one is the one that I have the most worked out. I had one part left for Bringing Down Our Principal, which I never completed, either.

I have wanted to but basically I moved halfway around the world, am learning a new language, and moved something like 3 times in the year after I wrote this so yes, very very busy.


I really thank you for remembering my story, though. I have so much more of this one to write and I was thinking about it just last week.

I am trying to complete a couple of different books to try to get published, that have nothing to do with muscle fiction and I'm trying to bodybuild again. But I promise I will try to make time to complete this. I always appreciate it when people email me about my work or say something here.

[hexdog3f8h]

Originally Posted by Otaru_grower

I have the ending to this story worked out entirely in my head. Actually out of all my unfinished stories, this one is the one that I have the most worked out. I had one part left for Bringing Down Our Principal, which I never completed, either.

I have wanted to but basically I moved halfway around the world, am learning a new language, and moved something like 3 times in the year after I wrote this so yes, very very busy.


I really thank you for remembering my story, though. I have so much more of this one to write and I was thinking about it just last week.

I am trying to complete a couple of different books to try to get published, that have nothing to do with muscle fiction and I'm trying to bodybuild again. But I promise I will try to make time to complete this. I always appreciate it when people email me about my work or say something here.

Hey Otaru! Any luck on finishing this story? I am anxiously curious to see how this one would end. I hope you are able to post it soon. I know you have been busy but I wanted to let you know there is still interest in this one. It's a great read!

[sergel02]

Glad this thread was revived since it's been a great story. Left me wanting more though

[Otaru_grower]

I still have a complete plan for this story and you guys just reminded me of it. I will get back to this, I promise.

[silverlakekeith]

I'm glad someone else resurrected this thread this time around. This is at the top of my list of stories that I would love to see completed.