Spartan Wing - part 2

[a_lost_prophet]

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10:07


The walk from Duncan’s room to the gym wasn’t as long as he’d imagine. From where he was, he heard none of the music and clamour of the workouts. The massive steel grey chamber was literally soundproof, once the doors were closed you’d have no idea what was happening behind them. The size of the room was mind blowing. Maybe it was the constant reflections that made it look like it went on forever or perhaps it was a studio of countless machines and weights. Quickly glancing at the gym, Duncan checked out his 18 year old tour guide, then looked back the gym, then back at Ben. He was beginning to realise how the boy was so big; there was nothing lighter than 20 kg plates and there were at least 50 plate, all of them stacked up on the racks against the wall, pairs of dumbbells going up to 120 kg, no less than ten machines just to workout one muscle group?! Duncan had no idea all the ways to do a bicep curl but Ben’s arms and the gym proved otherwise.

“Jake!” Ben yelled over the music and racket, from behind the main desk flicking through a supply catalogue emerged a hulking mass. Duncan was one of the hottest sportsmen in his college but today he’s never felt so inferior. The gym instructor moved closer, appearing more monstrous as he closed in. At 6’6’’ there wasn’t much Duncan could do about his pose to even appear comparable to Jake. Every part of his body was covered in mountainous muscle, lean and thick, so heavy he felt the ground tremble as he walked over.
“Whatup” he said, almost a deep growl as he grinned down to the two who entered.
“This is Mr Michales,”
“Duncan” he interjected, Jake nodded in reply
“Duncan’s just having the tour.”
“Started with the best then” he said winking to Ben, the boy went slightly red with his own smirk, “Ready to get started,” he asked Duncan.
Ben turned to the guest, “I can come back later if you wanna get started?”
“I’ll probably pop back here,” Duncan lied, feeling his confidence wilt in the shadow of two giants, “I’ll need to get changed.”
“Don’t worry about that,” replied Jake, “as long as you’re not going commando you can dump your clothes behind the desk.”
“Anyway,” Ben added, “layers gets in the way, fewer you have, less restriction.” He turned to Jake, “Ok to take over”
Ben made a swift exit, getting to whatever job he had next, leaving the waning teen with his new personal trainer. Obeying the deep booming orders; Duncan undressed, first tossing his black tee aside.
“You can leave the jeans on, if you want” he said, “we’ll do lower body stuff later.” When Jake quizzed and questioned Duncan, he began to realise how far behind his little guest was. From his answers, Duncan’s stamina and endurance, was alright, but he wasn’t as confident when asked about benching hundred kilogram. Laying him down, Duncan’s back rested against the cold plastic of the bench.
“The bar is 20kg,” he said walking around gathering plates, “start off with a 12 rep warm up.” Perhaps the only instruction from him that wasn’t barked as an order to be obeyed. Grabbing onto the cold bar Duncan did as instructed, although he wouldn’t have called it a warm up; his pecs and shoulders were already beginning to burn. Suddenly maxing out at 40 kilogram dumbbells for a bench press wasn’t as impressive to these guys as it was to the others at the college gym.
Soon as he was done, the plates were being loaded, Duncan did his 80 kilogram max, Jake’s towering body hovered over him casting a large shadow over his guest. Another set of plates was loaded, 100 kg.
“I’m not sure-“
“You’ll be fine I’ll spot you.” The first rep burned, second third and fourth were the same. On the fifth the bar felt like it was about to come crashing down. Duncan gritted his teeth as he pushed against it, but Jake placed on hand under the ball to aid. “You’re doing fine,” he encouraged. With those words Duncan felt a surge of energy, mustering his strength he pushed again and the bar flowed up and down. On the eighth, Jake grabbed it again and placed the bar in the rest.
“Didn’t think I’d do it,” Duncan panted as he sat up. Jake walked around again with more plates, “What are ya -?”
“Come on, let’s get the beast out.” Plates loaded up to 160 kg, Duncan looked in disbelief; this must have been the point where the alpha male asserts himself over the newbies. “Go on,” he said, “I’ve got you covered,” Jake leant down holding onto the bar; he made lowering it look like an effortless bicep curl. Grabbing on Duncan pushed, it didn’t move in the slightest. He held his breath, flexing every muscle and firing through every ounce of energy he had. Jake lightened, only slightly, but to Duncan’s surprised he benched the rest of it. The second rep flowed was quickly, third he felt his pecs burn alive with power and the rest of the set was effortless. 180 kg was a breeze. It felt like he was pushing air and throughout 210 he left a euphoric surge of feral energy. At 220 kg he failed at five reps.
“Fucking beast!” Jake roared, Duncan following as he flexed his chest. “How’da feel?”
“How the fuck did I do that?” he growled, smiling from ear to ear.

The session was one new limit after another. Proving himself on the wide grip chin up, Jake doubled Duncan’s body weight with another 160 pounds of plates hanging from a belt. Struggling at first, but much like before he achieved jaw dropping feats.
He stopped caring about what people thought when he tossed his jeans to the side for the squats. He wondered through the gym in tight navy boxers, which were starting to pinch around the thighs. Using weights on the smith bar got boring.
“Sit on the bar,” Duncan joked. He expected a laugh and banter, but instead Jake obliged, setting the challenge for the new guy. Jake grabbed the bar and hoisted himself up; all 320 lbs balanced perfectly; bodybuilder mass with a gymnast’s skill. Legs stuck out and whole body straight. Looking in the mirror Duncan saw that massive build rise up behind, held from the bar by arms thicker than his how body, those massive biceps and thighs bulging so tight they ready to burst out the skin. In horror and awe Duncan’s groin stirred at the sight of it, only to remember he now had to try and squat that.
“I didn’t really mean-“
“Just do it” As ordered he rotated the bar on the smith machine, he felt the crushing weight of 250 lbs of plates on top of Jakes body weight. The metal bar dug into Duncan’s thick traps. His legs and lower back, ready to snap like twigs as his thighs barely managed to lock themselves still. “Com’on, where’s the beast?” Teeth clenched he squeezed harder, pushing against the floor, slowly feeling the bar rise and rise. “Roar!” Jake ordered, Duncan didn’t respond, just concentrated on lifting the gargantuan weight, Jake barked the order again and on cue Duncan’s roar echoed throughout the gym. His legs swelled and burned as he lifted the bar, legs pushing out and straight, thighs thickening and on fire. A tear split up the side of his boxers as he finished the one rep, and lowered for the next. Pushing out three more, Jake jumped letting the boy collapse on the floor as his lower body was reduced to jelly. His swelling member was hanging out of the torn boxers, which were barely holding on around his narrow waist. Jake reached down grabbing the new guest by the thick forearms and hoisted him back onto his feet.
“That’s better” he said grinning from ear to ear, “Think two hours is enough”
“Two hours?!”
“Yea, got carried away?” Duncan checked the time, he wasn’t wrong; his PT session with Jake had flown by. Catching his breath he watched the other gymmers to make sure they weren’t looking his way before he adjusted his tattered boxers over his manhood.
“Tired?” Jake asked as he walked Duncan back to the main desk, breathlessly he just nodded and grunted a ‘yea’ from behind “go chat to Toby at the caf?, it’s just outside the door, and worth finding Ben again, you’re going to be feeling sore.”
“What will Ben do?” Duncan asked, leaning against the desk, puzzled as to how it was lower than before he came in.
“Sports physio, he’ll get you unknotted ready for tomorrow” pulling out a new file from the draws, Jake scribbled away, getting all of Duncan’s progress and stats down on paper. Browsing around the room, the boy caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his own horrified face looked back at him as his viewed his body up and down.
“How the fu...” he walked closer to the mirror seeing his new self, two hours later and he was twice the size. His pecs were two heaving slabs of muscles, ripped and taut from shoulder to boulderous shoulder. Stacked upon eight brick like abs tapering down to a narrow waist from flared lats, steel cords twisted around his legs as his freshly pumped thighs glistened under the light and sculpted calves swelled out below. Maybe it was a just the pump, maybe he was light headed and not seeing right...his tee, his t-shirt, it wasn’t a snug fit but had had some room when he came in. Reaching over to the bundle of clothes that lay on the floor he picked up the dark blue top to feel the fit, but to his horror he couldn’t even squeeze his massive forearms into the sleeve let alone the cannon ball wide biceps which could follow. “FUCK!”
“What?” Jake asked looking over
“What happened to me?!”
“Don’t worry, happens to everyone” he replied casually as he flicked though Duncan’s file, “Post-gym pump, you look good.”
“But..” Jake rested his hand on Duncan’s shoulders
“Go get some protein down ya,”
“Bu...” he said as Jake led him to the door
“Get a rub down.
“Bu..” he tried, shocked, awed, horrified or a mixture of all. With only a small cloth over his groin, Duncan stood bare in the hallway outside the gym. “Bu..”
“And I’ll see you tomorrow.”


[5'9', 195 lbs, 14%, 6.5'']

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[mlbjock]

Interesting premise.

[darkluster4]

I want to go to this spa. Is there a brochure?

Can't wait for, and maybe some answers to this 'mystery'.

[DarkPhoenix]

And again: GREAT!!! Love it!!!!

[theseventhwave]

Great story! Nicely done.