The Client

[muscl4life]

Hey guys.

We should start 2011 with a new continuous. I had this idea this morning and decided to change into a continuous section. Hopefuly I'll get more contributions, the first chapter was just to set the goals, but you are free to add as many characters or details you see fit.

I give you...

THE CLIENT


Part 1

Just as promised, the luxurious car was already waiting for Brandon when the 6?1? 225 pounds muscular lad got outside the upper middle class apartment building. With such gorgeous looks he clearly didn?t need the expensive name brand jeans neither the nearly thousand dollar dress shirt or the crocodile leather shoes, but such fashionable items only emphasized the image of perfection that always attracted people. At 21 years, one could say that the dark haired green eyed hunk had succeeded in life prematurely, but that was not entirely true.
That apartment belonged to ?a friend?, who still paid for all the related expenses, the clothes and accessories were gifts from other ?friends?, and although Brandon currently had no money to pay for his several late bills, he wasn?t worried because he knew he could always trust on his ?personal skills? to get his money.
Officially, Brandon announced himself as a ?model/actor/dancer? but it was an obvious distraction from his true occupation as an escort, which was also another fancy word for the world?s oldest profession.
Although he started as another web cam-guy wannabe , the hunky lad was soon approached by this so-called ?expert? manager hired Brandon for a ?very exclusive? agency that would intermediate the negotiation between the clients and their models, and that was just another chic way to describe the activities of a pimp.

Despite his gorgeous looks and super artificially white winning smile, Brandon had no education, no home or professional skills other than giving pleasure to rich people who could afford the expensive time-sheet of his company (most of which remained with his fancy pimp due to the several homing and feeding expenses the escort had).

The hunky lad quickly grew used to accept kinkiness and bizarre sexual tastes, mainly because he could charge more to fake his ?open mind?, and he also had lots of fun going to highly disputed parties, selected attendances and all kinds of prestigious social events, even if he had to ?work? afterwards ? sex had become something mechanical and very easy for that gorgeous muscle hunk.
His greatest talent remained in the fact that his own sexuality had become blurred, he claimed to be straight but he could bone up in every kind of situation and Brandon actually enjoyed having sex regardless of being top or bottom, especially if he could make more money that way.
As always, Brandon was given a quick briefing on his client, something that he usually didn?t care much, anyway. All of them were very important businessmen with some repressed fetish that Brandon was supposed to indulge, and that guy was no different. He loved muscular young lads and loved to dominate them ? so Brandon already anticipated he would have to call them ?Big Daddy? or something alike.
The car drove the escort to this very beautiful mansion in the richest part of the town, which was not usual, since most of big shots like to have their things in low profile locations. Brandon got off the car in the garage and was told to follow the long hallway that ended in this ample room with classic wooden and leather furniture mixed with some modern elements.
?Good evening, sir.? Brandon flashed his smile to the average blond man dressed in Armani suits, the guy should be around his mid-thirties. He wasn?t bad at all, perhaps underneath all the clothes there would be a toned tight body that Brandon would like to fuck for a change, he was a bit tired of saggy flabby hairy sacks of fat.

The blond guy, however, simply shook his head. ?I am not your client, Brandon. I?m his assistant sent here to make some questions.? He said as he produced an I-pad from inside his jacket.

Brandon was used to last time details, but he seemed puzzled this time. ?What kind of questions? I thought you had discussed all details with Serge.?

?Don?t worry, you will be paid even if you fail this questionnaire. And if you do succeeded a bonus will be included. Now first question??

The snob blond assistant quizzed Brandon for almost 30 minutes about weird stuff, which were not remotely sex related, but he decided to play along since he could gain a bonus after all. In the end, the blond guy smiled.

?Congratulations, Brandon, these answers were acceptable, you succeeded! Your bonus will be paid now of course. You will be allowed inside in just a while. ? The guy took a big waddle of money handled it to the escort leaving the room without looking back at the blond hunk.

Brandon didn?t know what to say, because this bonus was over 5 times his already very expensive fee, but since the assistant already left him alone in the room, he decided to just play along and wait for his mysterious client anyway.

A few moments later, the heavy wooden double doors in the left of the room were opened, revealing an even wider and more spacious isle of such sumptuous house. Brandon took the lead and walked towards the encounter of his mysterious client.

Brandon found this remarkably beautiful, very spacious, simply and yet masterfully decorated room. The escort had no time to notice much about that room, anyway. His view was immediately drawn to the immense figure sat in the immense sofa at the center.

?Good evening, Brandon, my boy. I hope Mark didn?t bother you too much with that questionnaire, as you may have already noticed, I am very picky.? The voice was so deep, so masculine, so penetrating that the hunky lad forgot all about his own cocky winning smile that usually knocked the socks off his clients.

?Erm?that?s okay, I didn?t get upset at all?? The escort managed to smile, although he could feel it didn?t have the same impact of the powerful grin that the enormous man gave to him.

Even from the distance, Brandon could notice that figure was at least as tall as him, and he was sitting down. The size of such muscleman was impressive ? he looked so wide, so thick, and yet so natural and perfectly adapted to that room. It actually took Brandon a few moments to realize that everything inside was oversized like that humongous owner, the escort approached the enormous man to notice that he was actually looking up at the handsome master of the manor.

If Brandon had known anything about art, he would describe that man as a modern picture of Zeus ? the representation of a mature male imbued with the physical vigor of the youth. He had this shoulder length manly mane carefully trimmed, it actually looked like every single hair was under total control, the silver shade seemed scientifically controlled to represent wisdom, experience and yet the overwhelming presence of strength and energy that followed such physical exuberance.

His tanned skin was flawless, no wrinkle neither aging spot, the ample jawline was so masculine with full and long lustful lips. The eagle-shaped nose bridge and the intense icy cold blue eyes were almost grey, even the brows were perfectly trimmed to frame the intense gaze irradiated from such dazzling irises. The smile was purely white, but not like Brandon?s, they were so natural and pearly white that it made the escort immediately ashamed of trying to pass with such an obvious falsification of dental health.

That guy wasn?t muscular, that word was applied to men like Brandon. That guy was just something else, probably inhumanly reachable! The size, definition and proportions of those humongous mounds of manly beef were devisable even underneath the expensive fabric s that sinfully covered such a powerful rugged physique.

?Don?t be shy, little boy. Come on, I didn?t pay you to just stand there?? The living behemoth commented, and Brandon took the courage to approach the enormous guest he was supposed to entertain. The escort focused to look put together, although in the inside he was totally in awe with the immense figure that looked even bigger at each step.

Finally, Brandon was only a few feet from his client; he still had to look up to face the manly face of such impressive figure. The monumental patron grinned and relaxed in his enormous couch, which had been obviously custom-sized to accommodate such enormous bulk.
?Heh, I can tell you?re not used to see someone that makes you feel dwarfed huh, boy? That?s okay, you will have to get used to that anyway. Now?I am feeling a little hot.? The guy moved to unfasten his silk tie, and Brandon watched carefully as the muscles in his body moved in wave patterns, with such simple effort.
The sound of ripping fabric was too loud to be ignored; the massive patron rolled his eyes.

?I guess I can?t do that by myself without ruining this suit, and it?s not because I?m cheap, it?s just?a disrespect with all the work those tailors had put into these clothes. Would you mind helping me here, Brandon? I could call my assistants, but that would interfere with our date, right??

?R-right?I can try to help you sir.? Brandon replied as he watched the mountainous bulk standing tall in all its glory.

?Holy crap!? The escort exclaimed as he noticed he barely reached halfway in the stomach of such enormous man. Brandon felt downsized, skinny and yet so horny. Nevertheless, the thickness and the width on that fantastic being seemed to engulf Brandon in a sea of muscle and strength.

?Don?t worry, I get that all the time. Now, I know you were not told my name, but that?s because I like to introduce myself. I am Graham Stronghold, CEO of the Stronghold Enterprises, but you can call me Graham.? The immense paw of that man engulfed Brandon?s own hand and it felt like he was being shaken like a kid?s toy.

?N-Nice to meet you?Graham.? Brandon did his best to disguise the shock of realizing he was requested by the richest man in the world. Nobody had never seen any picture of that man, but people always commented that his enterprises were the most powerful in the planet.

?Don?t worry, boy. I know you must be still processing all the things you?ve learned tonight, my suggestion is that you relax and enjoy our evening. As, soon as you help me getting out of these clothes. There?s a ladder in the right corner if you need it.?

Brandon obliged and got the ladder so he could reach the shoulder level on that monumental being.
?Heh, I remember when getting undressed to screw a pretty boy wasn?t such an herculean feat!? He commented as he looked intensely at Brandon.

?You are indeed quite big sir?the biggest man I?ve ever seen!? The escort actually blushed when he noticed the mature muscle master couldn?t take his eyes of him.

?Thank you, boy. I?ve been working hard to build the body I?ve always wanted, but I like to say I?m a work in progress, and you will help me with that, pretty boy.?

Brandon almost fell off the ladder. ?I hope we can enjoy our time together, sir.?

Graham managed to take off his jacket, then he slowly proceeded to unbutton his skin tight shirt, and each time it felt like the buttons would pop any moment.

?That?s the spirit, Brandon.? Graham opened his shirt and Brandon had to focus hard not to curse. It was like he was facing the rugged walls of Himalaya ? super hard formations cut from the hard rocks over millions of years. The thickness of those abdominal knots, combined to their uncanny definition made the inhuman 10-pack stomach look like a masterpiece sculpture.
?Heh, you are doing quite good, young man. Most of guys just can?t take my physique so naturally as you?re demonstrating, and your boner is very flattering by the way. I?ll make sure to give you all the pleasure you need, little fella.?
Brandon gulped. He gently pulled the sleeve, but those mammoth sized arms were stuck.

?Heh, I guess we can?t save all pieces huh?? Graham grunted and flexed his muscles, which grew so hard and thick that the shirt was literally pulverized in seconds. Such display of manly power was joined by an aftershock wave that threw Brandon off the ladder, and if it wasn?t for Graham?s quick reflexes, the lad would be in the ground.

Brandon suddenly caught himself in touch with the warm velvety hardness of Graham?s hairy uncanny physique. The guy just checked on him , lifting the poor escort over the shelves of his colossal chest.

?I am sorry about that, but at least you?re now in the place you want right, pretty boy?? Graham teased and simply walked back to the sofa, carefully sitting and adjusting the shocked lad on top of his glorious muscles.

?S-sir?I?I?

?Don?t talk, Brandon. I know you?ve got a lot of questions and thousands of ideas in this little pretty head of yours, but I will do things my way. Believe me, I?m much more experienced in the sack?you?ll need to gentle simmer. I want you to give me all that you can, and for that we?ll have to walk the path.?

?What path??

Graham grinned. ?You were very hard to find, Brandon. I said I am very picky, and you certainly proved that it was worth to wait ? I am gonna enjoy milking the growth factors from your hot body.

?What??

?Don?t worry, you won?t be hurt. It?s all part of a process. I need top of the line muscle men to distill the Elixir from their precious seminal fluids, it is the secret to my expanding size. I am changing myself repeatedly into more powerful versions of my body thanks to the combination of the raw material in your excellent genetic information.

Brandon was dizzy, could that guy be crazy? He had to get out of there, but at the same time it felt so comfortable and so fucking hot?

?You won?t feel a thing other than orgasm, my boy?but first I need a sample.? Graham said as he brought Brandon?s crotch closer to his lips, the escort didn?t even notice that Stronghold had already ripped his pants off, the softness of his lips added to the intensity of the suction got Brandon so hard and so horny that he forgot all about the weird stuff he was told.

The escort only cared for the enormous behemoth sucking on his cock, and Graham didn?t take much to bring the horny lad to the point of no return. Brandon came so intensely his cock spewed volleys of cum, which Graham carefully drank with the knowledge of a freaking sommelier , he savored the cum with enthusiasm while Brandon recovered from the intense orgasm.

?Heh, not bad? you?re quite healthy and clean. Just a bit too much of alcohol in your organism and the occasional steroid, but that?s not a major problem. I can work with that and make a proud bull from you.?

Graham grinned, throwing his head back, he savored the rush of fresh man juice in his organism, the pleasure of rejuvenation was intoxicating, and he simply grunted allowing the strength to pour onto his physique. The growth was not as intense as the full process, but already a particular pungent material, would develop into something very powerful.

?Graham, you?re?growing!? Brandon exclaimed as he felt the masses of muscle expanding underneath his body.

Just then, the doors opened and the assistant Mark entered the room, but Brandon noticed that it was not the same man who appeared for him in the foyer. He was actually much bigger and more muscular, at least 6?6? tall and heavier than any Mister Olympia had ever been!

?We are ready to welcome the new source, master.? The augmented Mark respectfully announced and Stronghold grinned.
?Nice, we?ll have not much work with this one, his organism is in top condition. The Elixir from him will be powerful. Make him a Type B.?

Mark?s eyes widened. ?Sir?a Type B is extremely rare, you will become amazing!?

Graham chuckled. ?You mean even more amazing, but that?s quite right, it?s been a while since I found a Type B in this modern world?maybe it?s a sign that my journey is right. Now, make sure this boy is properly bathed, cleaned and shaven before you send him to my room. His senses are still scrammed because of my musk, so even a weakling like you won?t have any problem to keep him under control.?

Stronghold gently put Brandon in his arms and enjoyed his slightly augmented body, excited with the possibilities.

Mark sensed his master needed something else. ?Do you need our services, master??

?I always do, my boy. Send 7 guys to my chamber, I want them to indulge all this new mass Brandon had given me.?

?Right away, sir. I?ll join you as soon as possible.? Mark excused himself and left the room, carrying the disoriented body of Brandon who could only ask.

?What are you going to do with me??

Mark just grinned. ?Change you into a decent fuck for my Master.?

To be continued.

[meteorpm]

Originally Posted by muscl4life

Hey guys.

We should start 2011 with a new continuous. I had this idea this morning and decided to change into a continuous section. Hopefuly I'll get more contributions, the first chapter was just to set the goals, but you are free to add as many characters or details you see fit.

I give you...

THE CLIENT


Part 1

Just as promised, the luxurious car was already waiting for Brandon when the 6?1? 225 pounds muscular lad got outside the upper middle class apartment building. With such gorgeous looks he clearly didn?t need the expensive name brand jeans neither the nearly thousand dollar dress shirt or the crocodile leather shoes, but such fashionable items only emphasized the image of perfection that always attracted people. At 21 years, one could say that the dark haired green eyed hunk had succeeded in life prematurely, but that was not entirely true.
That apartment belonged to ?a friend?, who still paid for all the related expenses, the clothes and accessories were gifts from other ?friends?, and although Brandon currently had no money to pay for his several late bills, he wasn?t worried because he knew he could always trust on his ?personal skills? to get his money.
Officially, Brandon announced himself as a ?model/actor/dancer? but it was an obvious distraction from his true occupation as an escort, which was also another fancy word for the world?s oldest profession.
Although he started as another web cam-guy wannabe , the hunky lad was soon approached by this so-called ?expert? manager hired Brandon for a ?very exclusive? agency that would intermediate the negotiation between the clients and their models, and that was just another chic way to describe the activities of a pimp.

Despite his gorgeous looks and super artificially white winning smile, Brandon had no education, no home or professional skills other than giving pleasure to rich people who could afford the expensive time-sheet of his company (most of which remained with his fancy pimp due to the several homing and feeding expenses the escort had).

The hunky lad quickly grew used to accept kinkiness and bizarre sexual tastes, mainly because he could charge more to fake his ?open mind?, and he also had lots of fun going to highly disputed parties, selected attendances and all kinds of prestigious social events, even if he had to ?work? afterwards ? sex had become something mechanical and very easy for that gorgeous muscle hunk.
His greatest talent remained in the fact that his own sexuality had become blurred, he claimed to be straight but he could bone up in every kind of situation and Brandon actually enjoyed having sex regardless of being top or bottom, especially if he could make more money that way.
As always, Brandon was given a quick briefing on his client, something that he usually didn?t care much, anyway. All of them were very important businessmen with some repressed fetish that Brandon was supposed to indulge, and that guy was no different. He loved muscular young lads and loved to dominate them ? so Brandon already anticipated he would have to call them ?Big Daddy? or something alike.
The car drove the escort to this very beautiful mansion in the richest part of the town, which was not usual, since most of big shots like to have their things in low profile locations. Brandon got off the car in the garage and was told to follow the long hallway that ended in this ample room with classic wooden and leather furniture mixed with some modern elements.
?Good evening, sir.? Brandon flashed his smile to the average blond man dressed in Armani suits, the guy should be around his mid-thirties. He wasn?t bad at all, perhaps underneath all the clothes there would be a toned tight body that Brandon would like to fuck for a change, he was a bit tired of saggy flabby hairy sacks of fat.

The blond guy, however, simply shook his head. ?I am not your client, Brandon. I?m his assistant sent here to make some questions.? He said as he produced an I-pad from inside his jacket.

Brandon was used to last time details, but he seemed puzzled this time. ?What kind of questions? I thought you had discussed all details with Serge.?

?Don?t worry, you will be paid even if you fail this questionnaire. And if you do succeeded a bonus will be included. Now first question??

The snob blond assistant quizzed Brandon for almost 30 minutes about weird stuff, which were not remotely sex related, but he decided to play along since he could gain a bonus after all. In the end, the blond guy smiled.

?Congratulations, Brandon, these answers were acceptable, you succeeded! Your bonus will be paid now of course. You will be allowed inside in just a while. ? The guy took a big waddle of money handled it to the escort leaving the room without looking back at the blond hunk.

Brandon didn?t know what to say, because this bonus was over 5 times his already very expensive fee, but since the assistant already left him alone in the room, he decided to just play along and wait for his mysterious client anyway.

A few moments later, the heavy wooden double doors in the left of the room were opened, revealing an even wider and more spacious isle of such sumptuous house. Brandon took the lead and walked towards the encounter of his mysterious client.

Brandon found this remarkably beautiful, very spacious, simply and yet masterfully decorated room. The escort had no time to notice much about that room, anyway. His view was immediately drawn to the immense figure sat in the immense sofa at the center.

?Good evening, Brandon, my boy. I hope Mark didn?t bother you too much with that questionnaire, as you may have already noticed, I am very picky.? The voice was so deep, so masculine, so penetrating that the hunky lad forgot all about his own cocky winning smile that usually knocked the socks off his clients.

?Erm?that?s okay, I didn?t get upset at all?? The escort managed to smile, although he could feel it didn?t have the same impact of the powerful grin that the enormous man gave to him.

Even from the distance, Brandon could notice that figure was at least as tall as him, and he was sitting down. The size of such muscleman was impressive ? he looked so wide, so thick, and yet so natural and perfectly adapted to that room. It actually took Brandon a few moments to realize that everything inside was oversized like that humongous owner, the escort approached the enormous man to notice that he was actually looking up at the handsome master of the manor.

If Brandon had known anything about art, he would describe that man as a modern picture of Zeus ? the representation of a mature male imbued with the physical vigor of the youth. He had this shoulder length manly mane carefully trimmed, it actually looked like every single hair was under total control, the silver shade seemed scientifically controlled to represent wisdom, experience and yet the overwhelming presence of strength and energy that followed such physical exuberance.

His tanned skin was flawless, no wrinkle neither aging spot, the ample jawline was so masculine with full and long lustful lips. The eagle-shaped nose bridge and the intense icy cold blue eyes were almost grey, even the brows were perfectly trimmed to frame the intense gaze irradiated from such dazzling irises. The smile was purely white, but not like Brandon?s, they were so natural and pearly white that it made the escort immediately ashamed of trying to pass with such an obvious falsification of dental health.

That guy wasn?t muscular, that word was applied to men like Brandon. That guy was just something else, probably inhumanly reachable! The size, definition and proportions of those humongous mounds of manly beef were devisable even underneath the expensive fabric s that sinfully covered such a powerful rugged physique.

?Don?t be shy, little boy. Come on, I didn?t pay you to just stand there?? The living behemoth commented, and Brandon took the courage to approach the enormous guest he was supposed to entertain. The escort focused to look put together, although in the inside he was totally in awe with the immense figure that looked even bigger at each step.

Finally, Brandon was only a few feet from his client; he still had to look up to face the manly face of such impressive figure. The monumental patron grinned and relaxed in his enormous couch, which had been obviously custom-sized to accommodate such enormous bulk.
?Heh, I can tell you?re not used to see someone that makes you feel dwarfed huh, boy? That?s okay, you will have to get used to that anyway. Now?I am feeling a little hot.? The guy moved to unfasten his silk tie, and Brandon watched carefully as the muscles in his body moved in wave patterns, with such simple effort.
The sound of ripping fabric was too loud to be ignored; the massive patron rolled his eyes.

?I guess I can?t do that by myself without ruining this suit, and it?s not because I?m cheap, it?s just?a disrespect with all the work those tailors had put into these clothes. Would you mind helping me here, Brandon? I could call my assistants, but that would interfere with our date, right??

?R-right?I can try to help you sir.? Brandon replied as he watched the mountainous bulk standing tall in all its glory.

?Holy crap!? The escort exclaimed as he noticed he barely reached halfway in the stomach of such enormous man. Brandon felt downsized, skinny and yet so horny. Nevertheless, the thickness and the width on that fantastic being seemed to engulf Brandon in a sea of muscle and strength.

?Don?t worry, I get that all the time. Now, I know you were not told my name, but that?s because I like to introduce myself. I am Graham Stronghold, CEO of the Stronghold Enterprises, but you can call me Graham.? The immense paw of that man engulfed Brandon?s own hand and it felt like he was being shaken like a kid?s toy.

?N-Nice to meet you?Graham.? Brandon did his best to disguise the shock of realizing he was requested by the richest man in the world. Nobody had never seen any picture of that man, but people always commented that his enterprises were the most powerful in the planet.

?Don?t worry, boy. I know you must be still processing all the things you?ve learned tonight, my suggestion is that you relax and enjoy our evening. As, soon as you help me getting out of these clothes. There?s a ladder in the right corner if you need it.?

Brandon obliged and got the ladder so he could reach the shoulder level on that monumental being.
?Heh, I remember when getting undressed to screw a pretty boy wasn?t such an herculean feat!? He commented as he looked intensely at Brandon.

?You are indeed quite big sir?the biggest man I?ve ever seen!? The escort actually blushed when he noticed the mature muscle master couldn?t take his eyes of him.

?Thank you, boy. I?ve been working hard to build the body I?ve always wanted, but I like to say I?m a work in progress, and you will help me with that, pretty boy.?

Brandon almost fell off the ladder. ?I hope we can enjoy our time together, sir.?

Graham managed to take off his jacket, then he slowly proceeded to unbutton his skin tight shirt, and each time it felt like the buttons would pop any moment.

?That?s the spirit, Brandon.? Graham opened his shirt and Brandon had to focus hard not to curse. It was like he was facing the rugged walls of Himalaya ? super hard formations cut from the hard rocks over millions of years. The thickness of those abdominal knots, combined to their uncanny definition made the inhuman 10-pack stomach look like a masterpiece sculpture.
?Heh, you are doing quite good, young man. Most of guys just can?t take my physique so naturally as you?re demonstrating, and your boner is very flattering by the way. I?ll make sure to give you all the pleasure you need, little fella.?
Brandon gulped. He gently pulled the sleeve, but those mammoth sized arms were stuck.

?Heh, I guess we can?t save all pieces huh?? Graham grunted and flexed his muscles, which grew so hard and thick that the shirt was literally pulverized in seconds. Such display of manly power was joined by an aftershock wave that threw Brandon off the ladder, and if it wasn?t for Graham?s quick reflexes, the lad would be in the ground.

Brandon suddenly caught himself in touch with the warm velvety hardness of Graham?s hairy uncanny physique. The guy just checked on him , lifting the poor escort over the shelves of his colossal chest.

?I am sorry about that, but at least you?re now in the place you want right, pretty boy?? Graham teased and simply walked back to the sofa, carefully sitting and adjusting the shocked lad on top of his glorious muscles.

?S-sir?I?I?

?Don?t talk, Brandon. I know you?ve got a lot of questions and thousands of ideas in this little pretty head of yours, but I will do things my way. Believe me, I?m much more experienced in the sack?you?ll need to gentle simmer. I want you to give me all that you can, and for that we?ll have to walk the path.?

?What path??

Graham grinned. ?You were very hard to find, Brandon. I said I am very picky, and you certainly proved that it was worth to wait ? I am gonna enjoy milking the growth factors from your hot body.

?What??

?Don?t worry, you won?t be hurt. It?s all part of a process. I need top of the line muscle men to distill the Elixir from their precious seminal fluids, it is the secret to my expanding size. I am changing myself repeatedly into more powerful versions of my body thanks to the combination of the raw material in your excellent genetic information.

Brandon was dizzy, could that guy be crazy? He had to get out of there, but at the same time it felt so comfortable and so fucking hot?

?You won?t feel a thing other than orgasm, my boy?but first I need a sample.? Graham said as he brought Brandon?s crotch closer to his lips, the escort didn?t even notice that Stronghold had already ripped his pants off, the softness of his lips added to the intensity of the suction got Brandon so hard and so horny that he forgot all about the weird stuff he was told.

The escort only cared for the enormous behemoth sucking on his cock, and Graham didn?t take much to bring the horny lad to the point of no return. Brandon came so intensely his cock spewed volleys of cum, which Graham carefully drank with the knowledge of a freaking sommelier , he savored the cum with enthusiasm while Brandon recovered from the intense orgasm.

?Heh, not bad? you?re quite healthy and clean. Just a bit too much of alcohol in your organism and the occasional steroid, but that?s not a major problem. I can work with that and make a proud bull from you.?

Graham grinned, throwing his head back, he savored the rush of fresh man juice in his organism, the pleasure of rejuvenation was intoxicating, and he simply grunted allowing the strength to pour onto his physique. The growth was not as intense as the full process, but already a particular pungent material, would develop into something very powerful.

?Graham, you?re?growing!? Brandon exclaimed as he felt the masses of muscle expanding underneath his body.

Just then, the doors opened and the assistant Mark entered the room, but Brandon noticed that it was not the same man who appeared for him in the foyer. He was actually much bigger and more muscular, at least 6?6? tall and heavier than any Mister Olympia had ever been!

?We are ready to welcome the new source, master.? The augmented Mark respectfully announced and Stronghold grinned.
?Nice, we?ll have not much work with this one, his organism is in top condition. The Elixir from him will be powerful. Make him a Type B.?

Mark?s eyes widened. ?Sir?a Type B is extremely rare, you will become amazing!?

Graham chuckled. ?You mean even more amazing, but that?s quite right, it?s been a while since I found a Type B in this modern world?maybe it?s a sign that my journey is right. Now, make sure this boy is properly bathed, cleaned and shaven before you send him to my room. His senses are still scrammed because of my musk, so even a weakling like you won?t have any problem to keep him under control.?

Stronghold gently put Brandon in his arms and enjoyed his slightly augmented body, excited with the possibilities.

Mark sensed his master needed something else. ?Do you need our services, master??

?I always do, my boy. Send 7 guys to my chamber, I want them to indulge all this new mass Brandon had given me.?

?Right away, sir. I?ll join you as soon as possible.? Mark excused himself and left the room, carrying the disoriented body of Brandon who could only ask.

?What are you going to do with me??

Mark just grinned. ?Change you into a decent fuck for my Master.?

To be continued.

Fantastic start - any writers like to continue?

[xboy]

continue please

[R Chris Cooper]

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[muscl4life]

Part 3

Being Graham Stronghold was harder than one might assume. Sure, he was the most powerful man in the world in absolutely every single possible meaning of such expression, but it only made things harder for him.

On top of his virtually endless fortune, he had his enormous size, herculean strength, immense and overdeveloped muscularity, gargantuan endowments and unimaginable sex drive, so one might just think Graham had the most intense luxurious sexually fantastic orgies every single night.

Which in fact he did, but that was not the hard part of being Graham Stronghold.

The hard part actually was becoming Graham Stronghold, especially because he still needed more: more power, more size, more muscle, and more orgasms.

He had not only fucked, but brought into oblivious exhaustion nine of the most amazing men in the world.

Men whose physiques would put professional bodybuilders to shame, whose cocks would make blush porn stars, whose intellect would impress even the toughest Professors, men who would never be submissive to anyone, other than Graham Stronghold.

Being Graham Stronghold was not easy at all, because not even Graham Stronghold was born like that.

Only Marsh Hinsdale and few people knew that the most powerful man in the world used to be just a regular yet very ambitious businessman who had the chance to become everything his mind could grasp for.

Hinsdale worked around day and night, for he knew his employer would never give him another chance. He needed to produce one milligram of his Elixir for his employer or he would be forever in his debt.

The scientist tried to increase his distillation methods, but even with better technology and much more solid financial aid, he managed to produce 700 micrograms of his precious elixir, but that still wouldn’t be the amount of a milligram demanded by the employer.

Marsh only had three days left of his deadline and he was desperate, it was then he had the idea which changed his life forever. The idea was borderline crazy and unethical but he knew his patron wouldn’t have much problems to accept it.

Distilling the Elixir was extremely expensive and time consuming, but Marsh realized his own organism now produced at least 200 micrograms of the product via his seminal production.

His testicles absorbed the benefits from the Elixir and replicated them naturally, in each time he ejaculated.

Since the original Elixir was especially designed to only work in male individuals, only those who had a certain chemical receptor in their organisms would benefit from the Elixir diluted in seminal liquid, and that receptor was only connectable by the Y-chromosome. Producing the receptor was much easier and simple than making batches and batches of the Elixir.

The scientist realized he would have to endure another painful moment, but he decided to apply the 700 micrograms in his own organism to see if it was possible for him to increase the amount of Elixir traces in his semen to make it a viable form of production.

As soon as he laid eyes on Hinsdale, Graham could tell the scientist was rather muscular and more athletic, and Marsh was actually pride of his achievements.

“I have to say that I’m impressed with your gains, my friend. But I hope you didn’t expend all my money making yourself bigger, because I want some of that for myself, young man.”

The man who would eventually be known as Graham Stronghold was a very respectable businessman who looked quite well at 5’9” and 165 pounds at his 65 years old, and although he had the health of an ox because of his strict diet and physical exercise routine, he already felt the signs of aging, and according to his new employee, the Elixir was designed to also promote rejuvenation, therefore augmenting his lifetime.

“Quite the contrary sir, I’ve found a way to produce the Elixir.” The new Hinsdale was indeed 120 pounds heavier than when he first took the treatment, he realized the time his organism had to “mature” the Elixir only made it more powerful and acted as an optimization factor for the subsequent treatment.

He was also 2 inches taller and much more handsome than his employer remembered.

Marsh didn’t lose time and went straight into business, he told his boss everything he had recently discovered and the CEO was actually impressed by his objective approach.

“So you’re telling me that after I take the receptors in my organism, I’ll be able to grow from the Elixir in your cum?”

“That’s correct sir. My seminal fluids will carry the same components of the Elixir in much higher concentration than I can distill outside the organism, the only problem is that it is extremely perishable outside the host organism, which means you will have to take it…”

“Right from the tap…I got it, Marsh. Don’t worry, I am not scared of blowing a man’s cock, heck…I’ve always adored it, at least now I’ll be really gaining something from it, but what about STD’s?”

“Well, I’m clean sir. I have tested less than a month ago.”

“Good, good, but we’ll have to be more selective in the future.”

“I beg your pardon sir?”

“Don’t worry about that now, just give me the receptors and let me suck some muscle growth cum from you pretty muscle boy.”

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Brandon woke up feeling so refreshed, and yet so very numb. He was in some very clean place that resembled like a hospital, his body was strapped into the bed and lots of machines bleeping and monitoring his organism.

“W-where am I? And who are you?” The former escort asked, but he actually didn’t feel so scared as he once has been, mostly because he knew in his body that Graham was his Master now and he would take care of him.

There was a very handsome Nubian colossus monitoring his data.

“Good evening, Brandon. My name is Peter and I’m here to get you ready for our Master.” The rich chocolate shade of his skin and the hazel eyes were the perfect match for his juicy pink lips and the smooth monumental muscular body in his 6’3” frame.

Brandon nodded as he noticed the sharp needles very close to his ball sac. “I thought Master had mentioned something about an Elixir…isn’t it supposed to be drinkable?”

Peter giggled. “Yeah, in the beginning…but we soon realized that it would be more effective if we took the stuff right into your nut sack, especially if we are making you a Type-B, you’ll have to endure the little sting, but don’t worry we’ve already sedated the area, you will love once the thing starts working, believe me.”

Brandon didn’t like needles, but he realized he didn’t have much of a choice.

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After giving the middle aged CEO the receptors for the Elixir, Marsh Hinsdale unzipped his pants to reveal his 7 inches long thick hardening cock. At such moment the scientist could never imagine that he would be literally the very father of Graham Stronghold.

Despite his aggressive and authoritarian demeanor, that powerful businessman gave great head, and it didn’t take long to bring Marsh to the edge, and he savored the very first of many…many…many batches of the Elixir.

The birth of a Legend takes time, but the creation of a Myth is much faster.

Once upon a time a middle aged man drank cum from a crazy scientist and he grew more muscular.

Once he felt the amazing effects of his muscular tissues expanding, getting thicker given the replication of muscular fibers, the increase of strength and sexual stamina, the CEO whose true name everybody seemed to have forgotten decided he would need more.

Much…much…much more.

Thus, he decided not only to have Marsh’s cum but he could just augment the production by simply producing more Elixir and giving it to other men.

But not everything happened so smoothly, they had a few problems. Not every man accepted the Elixir as well as Marsh’s organism, which meant that not only their gains were less pronounced; their seminal fluids didn’t carry out as much as the 400 micrograms of Elixir that Brandon’s genetic makeover could result.

For that matter each new prospective subject of the Elixir’s augmentation was classified into types, and from B (the highest) to G (the lowest) their cum carried enough Elixir traces to induce further growth in the subject treated with receptors.

From H and lower, the subjects grew stronger and more athletic but their seminal fluids didn’t carry any Elixir, so they decided these guys would still be profitable to interact with people.

But the blooming Graham Stronghold decided that he couldn’t risk that someone else could suddenly get more benefits from the Elixir that himself. For that reason, Mash soon produced an optimization factor that only his patron had access, so no matter what happened he would always keep leverage.

So after just a couple of years, they were able to destroy a legendary businessman and built the mythical Graham Stronghold, Master of Muscles.

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“Will I grow big like Mr. Stronghold?” Brandon asked as the needles touched his numb ball sac.

“Of course not, but you’re a great candidate, which means you’ll be able to get mighty bigger than you currently are.” Peter explained as he continued monitoring the data on the next subject of the Elixir.

Although he was used to that process, Peter, who was a Type-D himself, has never seen the reaction of a Type-B, and he was very excited when the first readings displayed that he was a match for that profile.

“I… feel the tingling…” Brandon mumbled, getting excited with the process.

“Yeah you’re supposed to feel that…” Peter noticed the Elixir chemicals starting to change the genetic patterns of the next subject.

Meanwhile, Mash followed the process from his office, but he couldn't help the feeling of insecurity that overtook his massive frame. Up until now, Graham could count on him for massive growth, but now that he found a new Type-B, would things still be the same?

(to be continued)

[CelticMuscle]

"Woah, Woah, Woah, back it up a bit!"

The editor looked at his star reporter with a look that could only be described as shocked.

"You're telling me" he said, slowly, "that the CEO of Stronghold Enterprises, one of the biggest companies in this country, no, the world, who gets invited to shindigs with the President, not to mention Prime Ministers of various G7 nations, is gay and moreover is secretly recruiting people to turn them into muscle giants???"

"Based on all the evidence I have" said the reporter, "Yes!"

"You make my publish that and I will have my balls sued off me!" yelled the editor so loudly that his receptionist fainted. "NOW GET OUT!" he added, throwing the dossier at his reporter.

***

"Good morning, Stronghold Enterprises, how may I direct your call?. I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Stronghold is not at his desk today, may I pass your call to the vice chairman? Thank you sir, please hold!"

Tapping his fingers in time to the music, Ace Starman, former star reporter on the Daily Trumpet waited impatiently.

"Thank you for holding, caller. You are now connected"

"This is the office of the vice chairman of..."

"Your CEO is gay and I intend to expose him in twenty four hours unless he admits it!" and with that he slammed the phone down. Inside the office, the vice chairman panicked and pressed the blue button that connected directly to Mr. Stronghold's personal residence.

"Sir" he said, "someone knows!"

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[philat99]

What a great series! You guys are working so well together!

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[xboy]

AAAMazing!

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[xboy]

Anothr great chapeter! thanks!

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[xboy]

wow I hope you continue soon!

[kbernard14]

keep it up

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