Zombie Mucle - Part 3

[Massivebdy]

Zombie Muscle - Part 3


"Where the fuck are you?!," Sir yelled it again, the sentence echoing off the steel walls of the warehouse.

The kid didn't answer, he hadn't said a word for the last half hour of Sir's hunt. After finding the album he'd searched for a place to hide, to be alone, to think. Kind of an odd thing to do, he realized, for someone who had spent so much time alone in the last weeks, but he really did need to wrap his head around all this. He'd been thrilled to find this hilltop fortress, and someone alive, living, breathing, it seemed like salvation. Food, shelter, companionship. His own supplies had dwindled to almost nothing, he'd nearly run out of ammunition and hadn't been able to turn up any more, and without that, without a usable rifle for protection he wouldn't have lasted much longer. Then there was Sir, not just another person, not just a man, but this unbelievably capable protector. He wasn't just human, he was superhuman. And as crazy as that sounded he couldn't deny what his own eyes told him. But he was frightened. Sir was a killing machine, with what could only be described as a deranged relish in taking out zombies.

"Kid, where the hell are you? I know you didn't leave this building."

He had wanted to. When he saw that photo of Sir, a nerdy little man that probably couldn't punch his way out of a paper bag, he wanted to fling open a door and run like hell. What the hell had happened to change him? What could possibly do that? It wasn't physically possible for a body to grow like that. And his wife, his kids, was he just some repressed closet case that never cared about them and fought his own gay urges, and now that they were probably dead he could act on his real orientation? But that didn't make sense, the guy was a sexual freak, at least as far as he could tell in the last eighteen hours. How could he have ever been straight?

"Kid, don't make me mad," Sir called out again. "I'll fuckin' tear this place apart if I have to."

"No, don't do that." On the factory floor the door to one of the partially built tractors opened. "I'm here."

"Why the hell you hiding kid?"

"Please stop calling me kid. I'm 22."

"Yeah, and that makes you a kid to me. I've got twenty years on you." Sir looked up at the boy sitting on the edge of the seat. "What's up? Why're you in there? Why weren't you answering me."

"I'm afraid of you," he answered both simply and honestly.

Sir raised an eyebrow, as if to say, 'oh'? "Afraid?", he asked.

The kid just nodded.

"Ok, I get that. I can be a little intense," he said, absent-mindedly wiping some bloody grime off his thick chest. "But I'm not going to hurt YOU. Just the opposite kid. I'm gonna take care of you, I promise you that."

"I believe you. I know you can, I've seen that. You kick ass on a level I can't quite fathom."

"Nothing wrong with that little man. It's a fucked up world, and I'll take care of you, I want that. Nobody..., not anyone of those lifeless things is going to touch a damn hair on your head."

The kid nodded, solemnly, thinking about that.

"What happened to the others here?," he asked. "There were a lot of people living in this place."

"They didn't?." Sir paused, needing to rephrase what he was about to say. "They're gone now, they didn't make it."

"But why didn't you protect THEM?"

"I would have," he hesitated. "I wanted to. I wasn't always this?" he stopped.

"Always what?"

"Nothing. You know what it's like outside. Not everyone can survive living in this fucked up world."

"You weren't always this muscle freak, where you?"

Sir, at least for a split second, looked almost hurt by the question, then just surprised.

"You like all this big muscle, who you trying to fool. It turns you on so much you can't stand it."

"Yeah, it does. I didn't say that it didn't. Your the hottest, wet dream fantasy I could ever have friggin' imagined, but that didn't answer my question."

Sir stepped up on the running board of the tractor and pulled himself up beside the kid. "No, I wasn't always like this," he whispered, taking the kids hand and putting it on top of his right arm as he flexed his biceps under the boys small hand. "My arm was a pathetic little stick." He lifted the kid's hand off and kissed the palm tenderly, then ran it down the bricks of his long abdomen. "These didn't exist either, not like this, not this hard and cut in stone." He put the hand on one of his meaty lats then flared it out dramatically, feeling the young fingers instinctively gripping the impressive mass of muscle. "My back was tiny, as small as yours, and now this is what it is. No, I wasn't always built like this, I wish I had been. If I was, those people living here with me wouldn't have died. Not one of them. This man I've become, this freak, is gonna keep us both alive. I promise you that."

"Yeah, I believe that. But how. How did you get this huge?" The boy asked, fondling the flared lat muscle uncontrollably, but still wanting an answer.

"You don't want to know."

"Yes, I do."

"No, trust me," Sir tore off his underwear and threw it to the ground, his enormous cock released and pointed towards the boy. "You don't want to know."

They fell into each others arms and back along the leather seat, Sir's heavy body crushing the kid down into the foam and springs. "I need you," Sir offered it as an explanation and guided his stiff member into the kids willing ass. The tractor shook and the conversation ended.

Until the sex was over. Then the kid finished were they had left off, and stated. "I still want to know."

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"I said NO!," Sir yelled.

"If it'll make me grow, I want to."

"No, it's too risky. It doesn't always work, I've told you. It could kill you."

"I've thought about it. For weeks. That's all I've done is think about it!"

"I'm not chancing it. I can't lose you. End of discussion." Sir spread his arms out wide, flexing his entire upper torso, lats wide and flared, muscles tensed and looking huge and lethally powerful, as always. He knew the boy could never resist when he showed off. It was his secret weapon and one he loved to use.

"When you fucking do that I want it even more than ever! Stop it god damn it."

"What? Stop this. Just this?," Sir was raising his thick forearm up, fist bunched up and clenched making all the veins in his bowling pin shaped lower arm bulge across the surface of his skin. "That doesn't make you hard does it?"

"You fucking cock tease whore," the kid pulled the forearm up against his hard dick, feeling the hard muscle fibers along the sensitive surface of his cocks underside. Sir rippled the muscle and the kid felt the cum in his balls churning, ready to explode at any second. Sir knew it, and like the spunk lover he was bent over to swallow the kid whole and milk him dry, his warm mouth pumping out more than the kid ever dreamed he could produce.

"God damn why are you so good at that." It was a statement, not a question.

"You know why."

The kid smiled, and answered. "Yeah, I guess I do. I forgot."

"How could you ever forget something like that? I believe you said it was the most revolting thing you'd ever heard in your life."

"No argument there. It is."

"And you still want to do this?," Sir asked for the hundredth time.

"It's all I can think about."

"But you've seen me do it now. You know how gross it is."

"That's the understatement of the year. Make that century. But I remember when I was a kid, an actual kid, listening to some meat head bodybuilder talking about doing steroids and growth hormone and all that crap, and I think he said, 'I'd drink donkey piss if it made me grow.' And I thought to myself, he's right, if I knew it would make me grow I'd do it to. In a heart beat."

"If it kills you, I'm not going to be able to go on."

"It won't kill me. I know it. Trust me. I want this. I want to change, to get bigger, to be like you."

"Fuck, I must love you. Alright. Let's do this." Sir got up and pulled the kid up after him. "Time for you to suck some zombie dick."

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Sir slid the big warehouse door shut behind him, and held the struggling zombie around the neck in his vice like grip.

"This one is good, he's old, the potency of his spunk isn't as strong as a young one's would be. If your body is going to tolerate the stuff, better to test it on the easiest dose to take."

The kid was staring at the decayed gray face that was looking at Sir's powerful arm that held him fast. It's rotten flesh hung off in sections, the eyes clouded milky white, a gurgling choking noise spurting from the mouth.

"Oh god, I must be crazy to do this."

"Yeah, you are. I've been trying to tell you that," Sir agreed. "It's not too late to back out."

"No. I'm tired of this crap. Living in constant fear. If I have even a chance of being like you? I'm taking it."

Sir knew he would. He pulled a rag of burlap off the floor and covered the zombie's head with it. "That should help."

"Not really," the kid was still making a face of disgust.

Sir used his other hand to pull the old zombie dick out of the ragged pants. It flopped out, uninvitingly, and the kid winced. "I must be insane," he said as he took a deep breath and bent over, taking the withered gray cock in his mouth with his eyes tightly shut.

A few seconds passed and the kid spit it out and pulled back his head. "Oh fuck me that's gonna make me hurl."

"I know," Sir offered condolence.

"How do you do it?"

"I'd say you get used to it, but you don't. But once it starts working on you, changing you, you'll see. You'll actually want it for what it does."

The kid nodded and went back down to work. After a bit, he noticed the old dick start to respond. He also noticed that when it did the zombie stopped struggling and Sir confirmed it.

"When you get them going, they calm down. It's no different than any guy. A blow jobs a blow job, even if you're fuckin' dead. And these poor shits haven't had any in a long time now. It's not like you see zombie's out there sucking each other off, there need for living food overrides the sex drive, but once you kick it back in they do seem to enjoy it."

"Mmmmmhmmmm." The kid answered, his mouth full.

"You need to give it some gusto here though, this old codger could take all night."

The kids eyes shot open in horror at the thought.

"I'll help you." Sir told him. "Stop keeping your eyes closed.! Open them up and focus just on me. Look at my body while you're doing it, imagine it's my dick you're sucking on. Stare at these big man tits you like so much. My wide shoulders, these arms, my huge goddamn quads? that's it baby, look at all this delicious man meat you love so much and imagine that on you. Imagine your body growing, muscle packing itself on to that little frame of yours. Think about how strong that zombie spunk is gonna make you and ?"

Sir could see he didn't need to go on. The kid had turned a half hearted blow job into a frenzied suck fest and the old boy was close to coming now. The undead body started to stiffen even more than it normally was as it got ready to release.

"That's the shit baby," Sir encouraged him on. "Milk that fuckin' zombie cum! That motherfuckin' stuff is gonna fill you with power." And he could see that the job was done, the kid swallowed it all with relish, and the spent corpse's body fell back looking even more dead, if such a thing were possible. Sir pulled the bag off it's head and carried it to the door and flung it outside like a used condom, slamming the door shut after it.

"C'mere kid." Sir reached out and the boy came into his arms. He embraced him and said, "In a few minutes, maybe longer, we'll know for sure." The kid nodded and offered a small smile.

"And next time, you can just give it a hand job, then go down for the payload."

"WHAT! Why the hell didn't you tell me that?"

Sir tried to look reproached. "Well it's better to get used to the full syphon, a hand job won't always do it. Might as well tackle it from the start."

"I hate you right now."

"Yeah, I figured."

The kid slumped against Sir. "I feel like I'm waiting for poison to take effect or something. This is seriously fucked up."

"Yep."

"Do you know what I should expect. Or hope to expect?"

"If it's bad, you'll know, you'll just start to feel sick. That's what the others said. If it's going to work and your body accepts the life force, the power, whatever the hell it is that's in their junk, that energy that animates a body that's supposed to be dead, well, that you'll recognize when you start to feel?"

"Horny?," the kid finished his sentence.

"Yeah, horny. Really horny."

The kid smiled up at him and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Oh yeah."

[tattcub]

Okay...I shoulda seen that one coming...lol

"A blow jobs a blow job, even if you're fuckin' dead." classic

This is fun, sorta wrong and not really a turn on but it is fun...

Keep it...er...coming...

TC

[Londonboy]

A zombie story that is sexy and such a turn on. You are a master storyteller. I can't wait for more. PLEASE let the kid's body accept the life force. If you don't I'm not sure how I'll react. Thank you for a great summer story. Here's to more adventures of the kid and Sir.

[Lucas88]

Oh, man, that is TWISTED! Had me gagging at the thought of it, lol. Looking forward to the change!

[iceman75]

As M. Night Shamylan says "What a twist!" I really have enjoyed this story, man, hope that Kid does grow, maybe even bigger and stronger than Sir. Maybe Sir will be the one needing protection by the time the next couple chapters come around. Whatever happens, I'll be looking forward to more!

[WrapClampCrush]

MAN - most of the muscle growth stories I read are pretty derivative - NO ONE ever showed me that.

... gonna bathe now.

AWESOME story!

[philat99]

What a change! I think I like it, but it's definitely bizarre!

[portamivia]

Oh my god! It's disgusting! It's revolting! It's deranged! I friggin' love it! More of that please...

[Yachirobi]

That was disgusting and I LOVED IT. I hate zombies but the undead are just the kick our favorite fetish genre needs. Also, thank you for not going too much into detail. Normally I would ask for more but, in this instance, it was not required.