Muscle Boy Rebel

[MuscleHintz]

Muscle Boy Rebel

This wasn't my son. When he left, my boy was a handsome, intelligent teen just entering the adult world. What returned to me was a hulking behemoth who had obviously wasted away all of his hours building his body at a gym. I sent him to college to start a successful career, but that was obviously done for. My only regret is that he was my only son.

When I first opened the door for him, I didn't recognize him at all. 'Just another bodybuilder,' I thought. It would never have occurred to me that he was that same boy I had raised alone from birth to adolescence.

"Dad!" The beast exclaimed, "It's me!"

"Do I know you?"

The enormous jock insisted that he was indeed Alex, and after a while, I realized it was. My son still had the same name and the same face, but that was all.

"You're not my son. My son isn't a bodybuilder."

"I'm still the same Alex, dad! I just took up weight-lifting in college and, well…"

"And now it's become your obsession. You've ditched your education and knowledge and instead of becoming a doctor or a lawyer like I always dreamed you would become, you decided to be a… bodybuilder."

Alex grinned at me shyly, that mischievous smile he always gave me whenever he did something wrong. When he was little I thought it was cute. Now I thought it looked evil. "Bodybuilding is a respectable career, dad."

"No, Alex. You go in front of a crowd almost completely naked and show off your gruesome, distorted body like a trophy. It's vile and filthy. When I last saw you, you were a handsome young man with a brilliant mind. You could have become wealthy, married a good woman, and started a respectable family. But now…"

"You think I can't do that now, dad? Is that it?" Alex glared at me like he did whenever I punished him for bad behavior, only now it was much more terrifying coming from a monster who looked strong enough to squeeze me to death with a single arm. "There are plenty of famous bodybuilders who live normal lives. In college I met friends that pumped iron as a pastime. They were perfectly normal people. If you're angry about the posing part, I could be a powerlifter instead, and work on lifting really heavy weights and pushing the limits of my muscles to be as strong as possible."

I laughed. Then, in the midst of my laughing, I started to cry. My son had become a madman. "Don't you see? That's not the problem. The problem is that you've decided to dedicate your life to… to being a muscular powerhouse freak! Why couldn't you focus on your education and career? Why did you let yourself get indoctrinated into this… inferior culture?"

Alex stopped moving for a second. His eyes bore into me, and his lips snarled. The monster's overgrown torso muscles started to bulge under his tight white tee-shirt, and his super-freak biceps seemed to swell as veins pumped blood throughout his muscles. I thought he was going to punch me at first, knock my head off my fucking body with those massive weapons that used to be his arms. But then he said:

"It's an inferior culture to you, is it? The path I've chosen is inferior to your supreme knowledge, is that it? You think that my independence is blasphemy, huh? Fine then. I don't need to stay with you. I'm an adult now. But if you decide that you change your mind, I'll be competing in the amateur bodybuilding contest tomorrow at Earthstone Mall. I'm not going to let you get in the way of my dreams, dad. Good-bye."

After he left, I closed the door and sat down. Alex was my only son, and after the death of my wife, the only person I was close to. Yet he had decided to betray my trust. I shut my eyes and thought for what seemed like a long time. I decided I would go see Alex at the bodybuilding contest, at least to say my final words to him. Perhaps he will see the err of his ways after he loses the competition and realizes that he cannot build a career on bodybuilding.

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The next day, I am at Earthstone Mall. I haven't gone shopping here in a long time, being an aging man with little need for fashion or gadgets. Most of the mall-goers are teenagers and young adults. I see quite a few buff men as well, no doubt bodybuilders here to show off their nude bodies once the competition starts. A good-looking woman in a blue coat comes up to me when she sees me staring at the bodybuilders.

"Hello!" she says, "My name is Carla Hendricks! Are you here to see the bodybuilding contest?"

"No, I would never…" I start to say, until I realize that yes, I had come to see Alex compete in this competition so we can exchange some last words to eachother. "Actually, I'm here to watch my son compete. He's one of the… bodybuilders. His name is Alex Chang."

The woman looked at me for a second, scanning her eyes up and down my body. She clearly finds it difficult to believe that I am a bodybuilder's father. "Alex's father? So that would make you…?"

"Kent Chang."

"Kent. Nice to meet you. Normally you would have to pay for a ticket, but because you're Alex's father I'll give you a pass for free."

I gladly accepted it and went inside the room. It was grand, a large room decorated with red and black banners. The opposite side of the room had a big stage which the spotlights focused on, and a curtain separating the audience from the backstage. There were only a few empty seats left, so I sat next to a young man wearing a bright pink shirt and faded jeans. He glanced at me peculiarly before he resumed texting on his smartphone. A few minutes later, Carla Hendricks appeared from behind the curtain and started to speak into her microphone.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Earthstone Bodybuilding Competition for aspiring bodybuilders! In this competition, all thirty contestants will go through a series of poses highlighting the development of each muscle group. These contestants will be divided by weight class: there are ten lightweights, thirteen middleweights, five heavyweights, and only two superheavyweights. The poses will be scored by the judges to determine each weight class's winner. With that, let the competition begin!"

The crowd hollered and whistled, filled with excitement for the disgusting spectacle that would happen. The contestants would appear in order of weight, so how long it would take me to get out of here depends on how big the competitors were in comparison to Alex.

As the first ten came out (the "lightweights" as Hendricks called them, even though they appeared quite muscular to me) I was shocked at how much smaller they were in comparison to Alex. He absolutely dwarfed them. I mean, they were almost all bigger than me, but I was still surprised. Oh well, I thought, they're only the lightweights after all. Perhaps the middleweights will be more of Alex's size.

But as the next round came, I saw that Alex dwarfed even the middleweights. The crowd was extremely enthusiastic about the over-muscled strippers on the stage going through their poses in nothing more than their shiny underwear, but I realized that I wasn't even impressed at these people's size after seeing Alex. I started to get anxious; not because I felt afraid, but because I was excited to see Alex once he appeared in the heavyweights.

Yet when the heavyweights were called, Alex was not amongst them. He was bigger than even the "heavyweights"! These guys were very impressive, but they still weren't the size of my son. Practically the entire crowd was cheering at the bodybuilders, some practically whimpering in their seats. I looked to my right and saw the man in the pink shirt smiling, but not nearly as zealous as the other muscle-lovers in the crowd.

"You're oddly quiet," I asked, "Do you not like bodybuilders? Why are you here?"

The young man smiled and replied with somewhat of a drawl, "Oh, I love bodybuilders! They're absolutely beautiful! But what I really like is size! Nothing gets me off like the superheavyweights! I'd rather look at a man with huge muscles than one with perfect symmetry. And what about you, mister? You don't seem very excited at all."

"I don't like bodybuilders. I'm only here because of… family matters. My son is a bodybuilder."

"Oh?" the effeminate man grinned to himself, almost condescendingly. "Is your son one of the lightweights? Tell me more. Actually, don't. The superheavyweights are coming up."

Carla Hendricks grabbed the microphone once again and spoke up as the heavyweights left the stage. "And now for our two superheavyweights: Jordan Bradley, five-year superheavyweight champion of Earthstone Bodybuilding Competition, and Alex Chang, the 21-year-old newcomer here to challenge our reigning victor!"

First came Jordan, an enormous man whose size was so great that he practically made every previous contestant look diminutive in comparison. He had the classic American face: blue eyes, blonde hair, and a strong jaw. I thought the crowd had been wild before, but now they were absolute anarchy, yelling at the champion to show them his poses. Jordan's face seemed to sweep across the room in a way that made it seem like he looked into every single man' or woman's eyes as they gazed at him. It was indubitable; he had captured every single person's attention. Jordan started to do each pose that the previous bodybuilders had done, but with much, much greater magnitude.

Lat spread! Double biceps! Chest! Triceps! Abs! Thighs! He performed each pose flawlessly, inflating the various muscles of his body to their largest imaginable size. I could have sworn the man had an 8-pack going, and his legs were easily several inches thicker around than even my waist! And those pecs… I swear I'm not a homo, but those things fucking attract your eyes like magnets! How does a man even grow that freakishly huge?

"He's even bigger than last year," I heard the young man to my right moan as he rapidly fondled himself in his seat, "Last year when I asked him after the competition how big his pecs were, he said they were 51 inches! But now, they've got to be way bigger! Oh my gosh, I have to get close to him…"

Seeing how delirious the crowd was getting over Jordan made it obvious to me that Alex had no chance. I almost felt bad for him. There was no way he could be expected to surpass someone like this. But then I remembered that he betrayed my trust, and that this would serve as a lesson to him about the consequences of becoming distracted by worthless hobbies such as bodybuilding.

When Jordan left the stage, everyone was out of breath. No one expected the newcomer to be able to defeat Jordan Bradley, not even the judges, who unanimously gave him a perfect score on every pose. So what came next surprised everyone.

It was a monster. The same monster that rang my doorbell yesterday. But yesterday he was covered in a loose shirt and baggy pants that prevented me from seeing much more than his muscular arms and bulging chest. Now he was naked except for his golden posers. And he looked god damn magnificent. I hate bodybuilding, I really do. But the creature in front of me, in front of the crowd, was absolutely mind-blowing.

The young stud's chest was home to two mighty pecs, just like Jordan's. But while Jordan's was huge, Alex's was astronomical. The previous champion could have held a glass of water in his pecs, but this challenger could have crushed skulls with his. Those arms blasted outwards when he did his double biceps, surging like a volcano to prodigious heights, and his triceps were twice as big. When he showed off his back, I practically stopped breathing because my brain was paralyzed trying to comprehend its massive width. Then I looked down and was even more amazed at how his muscle-bound torso narrowed into a waist so tiny, it was smaller than his bursting thighs. And what thighs! I always imagined musclemen having disproportionately small legs to their oversized chest, but Alex's lower body looked like it could shame a horse! The freakishly built calves were spherical globes of mega-dense muscle. I wondered how fast Alex could run; his legs were so powerful-looking that I wouldn't be surprised if he could outpace a professional sprinter!

The musclegod turned around and clasped his arms behind his head, flexing his abs into a bulletproof eight-pack. Each one was perfectly defined, bulging out not with fat but with muscle. His abs fought for space as Alex rippled them and laughed, then tightened them so hard that they actually seemed to be even thicker than before. I remembered seeing some of the jocks back in high school punching eachother in the abs, trying to see how many hits it took to get them to keel over. If any of them attempted to punch Alex's abs, the only damage thing they would damage would be their own hands.

But what really made me gasp was the size of Alex's posers. Steroids make your nuts shrink, and that was obvious with the tiny posers of previous contestants. Even Jordan, the fan favorite, looked so small down there compared to his body. But Alex was the most proportional bodybuilder on stage… right down to his cock. It was downright pornographic, like a photoshopped image on a dirty magazine. But this wasn't a porn star, it was my own fucking son, with a dick so huge it ought to be registered as a weapon of mass destruction. I wondered if his organ was natural or caused by some other crazy bodybuilding drug. There was no way he got that huge cock from my side of the family, I thought shamefully, thinking of my own mediocre equipment.

No one had made a sound during Alex's routine, too overwhelmed by the newcomer's godlike muscles to even cheer. Hendricks announced that Alex's posing was done, though they had accidentally went overtime by several minutes. She didn't say it, but everybody knew that Alex's posing routine was extended because they were all hypnotized by his superhuman frame and were too captivated to tell him to stop.

"That's it for Alex Chang, second and last superheavyweight contestant! The judges will now reveal the winners!

The crowd, silent up until now, all cheered simultaneously, clamoring and yelling for their new favorite, my son. Alex went into one last pose, a most-muscular, and ROARED with such intensity that he drowned out the voices of the entire audience. The crowd was suddenly hushed as Alex grinned at them one last time and walked off-stage.

Nobody really listened to the winners of the first three divisions. It's sad, but nobody cared. There was some polite clapping, but none of the fervor they had for my son Alex. I looked to my right at the man in the pink shirt, only to see him passed out, a large wet spot on his jeans and a puddle forming beneath him. I ought to feel disgusted, but after seeing my son pose, I wasn't surprised at all. His body simply overwhelmed them, made them unable to contain themselves because of his muscular beauty and perfection.

When Alex came up to get his trophy, nobody was surprised. Everyone rooted and cheered for the musclegod and he responded by flexing his inhumanly large bicep at them, smiling with that handsome face that used to belong to my son. I noticed Hendricks glide her hand of Alex's forearm as she gave him his trophy, and Alex, smirking, flexed it harder.

After the competition was over, the restrooms were unusually full. I'm sure that all the muscle-whores in the audience were furiously jacking off to what they had just witnessed, a youthful bodybuilder with size and density far greater than anyone they had ever seen. A few members of the audience paid a fee so that they could head backstage and talk to the bodybuilders. The guards see my pass and let me go in for free.

Inside, I see that the place is pretty much deserted. Normally bodybuilders can let people worship their muscles for some quick cash, but nobody was interested in them so they left. I saw Jordan angrily leaving the stage, swearing under his breath at the lost victory. Alex, the only bodybuilder who was attracting attention, was surrounded by a swarm of women touching his body and asking questions. They were young females of every race, all wanting to get a chance to feel my son's hulking physique. Now that I was closer, I saw that the huge posers read "3XL" on the front. They were much tighter when being fondled by a swarm of voluptuous women than when on the stage, and the breathtaking outline of the stud's monstrous organ was impossible to ignore.

"How big are you, Alex?" I heard one of the women ask.

My son chuckled and flexed his cock, making the undersized posers balloon ridiculously. "I don't know. Why don't you measure it yourself, bitch?" He patted the absurd bulge with an arrogant smirk on his face, while each of the women salivated at the prize beneath. Then, just seeming to notice that I was present, he sneered and spat at me. "Get outta' here, pops. This place isn't for old-timers like you." Each of the girls giggled at my son's brazen confidence.

I left the backstage, feeling dejected. I was both sad as well as scared. Had I ruined our relationship by rejecting him when he came to visit me? And what were these feelings I suddenly had for him? I had been a straight, honorable all my life, but something about Alex was distorting that. It's like my own son was making me gay for him. How the hell was that happening?

[iceman75]

I enjoyed it, it was the complete reversal thing that puts a twist on it, the straight-laced dad, completely opposed to his son's bodybuilding, who thought his mind was more important than his body, having his whole World tossed upside down in the matter of moments by his son, whose body is so good that he not only defeated the previous champion, who seemed unbeatable, but he completely blew him away. And that's not all he blew away judging by the number of men and women sexually stimulated by Alex's performance. Your description of Alex's muscles was great to read. Wondering if there's more to the story, will his Alex's dad make up with his son? Will he reveal his true feelings? How did Alex manage to get so big, both muscle wise and downstairs?

[mlbjock]

I agree...the twist was somewhat expected but a lot of fun nonetheless.

[philat99]

I've got mixed feelings. Great writing; wonderful twist. I guess the idealist in me was a "lived happily ever after" resolution. But we can't have everything we want, nor is it necessarily true to life.