NEW STORY: Transform - Muscle City 4

[AKA]

Transform
From the Chronicles of Muscle Club

Muscle City

Four


By the sixteenth day, Billy had grown massive, surpassing his lover?s size and strength and becoming the most popular man in the city - from any definition. Everyone wanted to have sex with the formerly off-limits teacher, and the benefits were obvious. He was now among the biggest, strongest and most beautiful men in Muscle City, easily picked out of a crowd of even these overly-muscled and particularly handsome men, and his features had intensified and improved to a point where he was now more beautiful than the legendary Raul Garza.

Where Raul could be a bit egotistic and elevated, Billy was always nothing but sweet, big-hearted, self-confident and fucking cute. The combination of his personality, his sense of leadership and the way he looked now made him irresistible to every other man in the city. It only made Carl prouder that they were together, and more in love with the man than ever.

No jealousy. No possessiveness. Tempers never flared. It made Billy wonder what was going on, and whether that sense of companionship and openness was another benefit of whatever was happening to them.

Whatever it was, it was good.

Things in Muscle City were moving along at a clip that seemed superhuman, until he considered that it was superhuman because they were all superhuman. They had amplified muscular development, that was obvious. What wasn?t as obvious and possibly even more important was that they worked together almost without discussion and completely without conflict. These young men, over-pumped with testosterone and amped up on hormones were somehow managing to pull together in an almost impossibly cooperative manner.

Certainly, they were taking more than the usual number of breaks while working to engage each other in...recreational pursuits. How could they not? Everywhere he turned, there was another amazing ass, another handsome smiling face, another set of mammoth pecs and meaty nipples poking up though thick coats of sweaty fur, another slick, hot prick beginning to plump to its full, glorious power and ready to start pumping the owner?s overwhelming payload of rich, sweet, hot, thick, delicious cream. Literally everywhere.

Resistance, as the saying goes, was futile.

The sounds of construction and destruction were hard to tell apart. As many men were rebuilding structures as they were tearing down uninhabitable ones. Naked men stood under open showers of water or being hosed down by their companions, washing off the grime, dirt and sweat, moving their large and powerful hands over the muscular contours of their bodies in a kind of self-worship of their size, beauty and power. Men routinely kissed each other in greeting, showing open affection and genuine love for each other as if that were the most routine thing in the world.

And Muscle City started to take shape, so at the end of the third week it was time to introduce Step Two to the young citizens; the opening of Muscle University.

He wasn?t sure how they would react. After all, he had promised them freedom, and now he was going to try to put them back in school, again, albeit a school the likes of which had never existed and probably never would anywhere but here. Billy and his fellow teachers would be the catalysts, of course, but he was relying on a new kind of learning that would involve the students as teachers to each other.

He hoped the rewards would be self-evident.

Before that evening?s usual activities, and as the men gathered again in the center of the city to fall into another wanton evening of unbridled, uninhibited, unrestrained pornographic partying, he stood among them to introduce Step Two.

It was not hard to get their attention. Billy was now the unrivaled master of the entire group - bigger, stronger and the most beautiful of any of them. ?Good evening, gentlemen!? he announced in his deep, soothing tone. Shouts in return greeted his address. ?Before the night?s proceedings begin, I would like a few moments of your time to explain the next step in Muscle City?s development.?

?Looks like you?ve got some developments of your own, Billy!? Whoops and hollers of agreement and approval met the anonymous observation, and Billy found himself blushing - only increasing his attraction to certain members of the audience.

?Thanks for noticing,? he offered, self-deprecatingly.

?How could we not?? someone shot back.

It was true, of course, but Billy ignored the compliments and moved ahead with the evening?s announcement. ?I?m sure some of you have noticed that our little group...?

?Who?s little??

?Shut the fuck up and let the man talk!?

?Sorry!?

Billy stifled a laugh. ?Uh, so, I?m sure some of you have noticed that our big, muscular, pornographic group has been exceptionally successful rebuilding our new home. Things are working much better than any of us had ever dreamed possible, and it?s all thanks to every one of you. You?re all remarkable, amazing, beautiful, sexy and magnificent - but you?re also incredibly smart! Imagine my surprise!? General laughs met his joke, understanding the nature of it as well as understanding the meaning behind it. They were smarter!

?What I want to do is help that particular aspect of our continuing growth and development, both as a community and as individuals, by introducing some structured education into our home.?

?Uh oh, I think I hear the word ?homework? coming.?

He smiled. ?Perhaps, but I think you?re going to appreciate and even enjoy this homework, because it will involve each of you becoming both student and teacher.? This time there were no smart retorts, and the faces turned towards him - by now fully trusting in the things he said and did - looked at him with anticipation and interest.

?All of you have special talents, things at which you excel, or things you have a passion for. I want you to consider those things now, and keep in mind that nothing is too odd or trivial or silly. You may think your hobby is something personal that only you would enjoy, or that you have a unique skill that isn?t of any practical use. Maybe there?s something you always wanted to try but never had the time - or the nerve.

?Muscle University is about all those things - and everything else. The other trained teachers and I will conduct a more...run-of-the-mill curriculum. English, Biology, Chemistry, History, Political Science. All those boring subjects you never thought had any practical purpose for you.?

There was a smattering of laughter born of recognition. They had all, at one time or another, said exactly that.

?But I assure you that there?s some practical and useful knowledge in every aspect of learning, no matter the subject. What?s important is not necessarily the lesson you learn today. What?s important, however, is that you keep learning.? He paused to make eye contact with the hundreds of beautiful male faces looking at him now. There was silence in the square, and he knew he now had their full attention.

?Nothing is mandatory, gentlemen, but I urge all of you not to abandon curiosity. If you don?t know something, it is time to learn it. If you do know something, it is time to teach it.? He smiled. ?Now, I fully expect that there will be more than a few classes in oral sex, some lessons in perfecting the art of the orgasm, probably even kissing classes and, I hope, ?how to fully satisfy your partner in ten easy lessons.?? He looked at Carl as he said this, raising an eyebrow and winking.

More laughter, now, mixed with sounds of realization and exchanged looks between the men. Most of them knew who they wanted those particular lessons from, and there were glances, smiles and nods to that end. ?And there will be time for that as well. Believe me, I?m one of you - I?m just like you - and I fully understand that...need. Don?t avoid the other classes, please. You will not be expected nor required to attend any of them, but let me assure you, and promise you from the bottom of my heart that you will never regret knowing more.

?You will only regret not knowing.?

He stopped as a warm summer wind swept through the naked bodies. The sun was set and the sky was purple as the stars began to appear. ?When?? someone asked.

?When?? he repeated, slightly surprised.

?Yeah, when do we start??

The two simple questions turned into a murmur of agreement that quickly became an excited buzz among the young muscular men.

?We start now,? a familiar voice announced. ?And we start here.? Billy?s lover Carl, naked and glorious, his muscles pumped to their utmost extents after a day of hard work and drenched in sweat, mounted the small seating area that surrounded the city fountain where Billy was standing. He clapped his hands together and then held them up over his head. Billy nearly swooned as his lover?s unique and spicy manscent washed over him. He stank deliciously.

?Gentlemen,? Carl said, mimicking his boyfriend?s manner and words, ?gather around me. I am going to give you two valuable lessons. The first is a lesson about fear.

?No, don?t worry, I?m not gonna start singing. I want you all - every single one of you - to know what we have here. Did you ever stop to think why you did the...more questionable things in your life? The things you regret or the things you?re ashamed of??

?Like being an asshole??

Carl laughed. ?Well, that?s certainly one way of putting it. And, yeah, I guess that?s true. When you?ve been an asshole to others, or even an asshole to yourself. Treated someone unkindly, said words you regret, even acted out with violence. Why did you do that, really, particularly considering that you haven?t done it at all since we got here?

?And also consider this: if there ever was a time to start acting like an asshole, I?d think that being stuck in a dead city surrounded by nothing but stuck-up guys with too much libido and testosterone would be one very great place to start. But none of us have done it, and I think I know why.

?Fear is the reason for most of the bad shit in the world. I?m gonna go all Yoda on your asses, but it?s true. You say stupid shit because you?re afraid of someone, of what they might say or do - or even think. You want to hurt them, maybe, because they hurt you. But before it ever gets to the hurting point, it?s the fear that drives us all there.

?Think about when you used to get angry. Think about when you used to feel bad about yourself. Think about feeling sad, or feeling confused, or feeling like you didn?t want to go outside. Why did you feel like that? I?d bet it had something to do with what someone else said or did, and you were afraid. Afraid they were right about you, and their words that might have been said out of their own fear - I mean, c?mon, we are pretty fucking intimidating and we?re odd and weird and??

?And fucking cool!?

Carl laughed again, and nodded. ?And fucking cool, sure. But when someone else is different, the first reaction is fear. Don?t know why exactly. Except that?s not the case here. Not here, and not with us.

?There is no fear here. Did you realize that? No fear at all. Nothing and no one to fear. No one here will ever judge you about being you. You can do whatever you want to do - and what you want to do likely involves being naked and sucking on a dick or kissing some lips or getting even bigger than you are now, and no one - not one soul on any street or in any building, no one standing next to you right now - is going to object or call you names or try to prevent you from it. In fact, they?ll want to help you achieve it. They want to see you succeed and grow and be the fucking happiest guy you?ve ever been.

?There is no fear here. Which leads me to my second lesson, and the second lesson is in love.?

Whoops and hollers went up, and a good many of the superteens were already stroking in anticipation of a good public fuck, but Carl held up his hands to regain quiet. ?I didn?t say lovemaking, I said love. And this is a lesson in the most powerful and most precious form of love - unconditional love.?

Billy?s brow furrowed because he didn?t know what to expect any more than the audience did. Carl glanced at him before he continued. ?I want to teach you today about what you have been receiving, maybe without even knowing it, and what sort of man is standing next to me up here. Oh, no, Mr. Titus, you aren?t going anywhere!? He grabbed his lover?s meaty arm and pulled him back to stand next to him, and Carl placed his own well-developed limb across Billy?s shoulders.

?By now, I?m sure you have all been able to share some quality time with William Titus. I mean, look at him! He?s pretty fucking amazing, am I right?? Cheers, loud and long and sustained, erupted. Billy blushed again. ?But I don?t want to teach you about what this man looks like, because that isn?t what?s most amazing and wonderful and just plain fucking miraculous about him.

?Billy Titus sacrificed everything for every one of you standing here tonight.? He paused again, looking at the curious and confused faces before him and Billy started to object, but Carl interrupted him. ?Consider if you will your own lives. Not what you are enjoying here and now, surrounded by your brothers, living naked and free here in this place, building yourselves a new home among people who care about you, and cherish you, and love you.

?We don?t use that word very often, and I believe we should. I love all of you. I love you. I won?t qualify that to say that I love you like brothers, I simply love you and I trust - I know - that you love me.

?That is something special, dudes. That doesn?t exist anywhere else. That exists here, among us, and only here - because of this man.?

He looked at Billy?s handsome face. ?As you no doubt know, Billy and I have been together for a number of months, long before either of us could be honest about that, though neither of us chose to live that lie. It was something we had to do, and it was something we did together. It was because of that world where we lived, and you know what that was like.

?How many of you here were rejected by your friends?? Some hands went up. Some heads nodded. ?How many were thrown out by your own families? Your own mothers and fathers?? A few more hands. A few more nods. ?But...how many of you felt totally abandoned? Adrift and forlorn? Alone and friendless? How many of you had no one to turn to??

The hands all dropped, and every set of eyes looked at Billy Titus.

?He fought for you in ways you never knew about. He put up with...Christ...so much shit. Just...shit...about us. The things they said. And you don?t know how many times we were on the brink, how much they hated us and didn?t want us around.

?Billy never gave up on a single one of us. Billy never said no to any of you who asked for help, and he offered help to more of you who never even asked but needed it anyway. When you were confused, or lonely, or rejected or betrayed, there was one man who was always there.

?And he is standing here next to me tonight.

?Unconditional love is a love that accepts you exactly the way you are. It is a kind of love that understands you when no one else does, a love you can always turn to and trust in and believe in. An unquestioning, all-encompassing love. And that, my brothers, is the love that Billy has for us - and that I have for him.

?Think on that, please. In the entire world, there will always be one person - one man - who will love you exactly how you are. And that man is Billy Titus.

?So here is the lesson for you to take away - the first lesson of Muscle University, if I may be so bold. Love each other. Love each other unconditionally. That doesn?t mean fuck each other, because I know we?ll all do that anyway, and some of us are really quite good at that too - but loving each other, that takes courage and patience and something that I don?t think most of you have experienced like I have. And that thing is the love of a very good man.

?But just to make things clear...this one?s mine.?

Carl wrapped Billy in his strong arms and kissed him quite fiercely. The crowd went absolutely fucking insane.

They stormed the stage and surrounded Billy and Carl. Some of them were crying openly. Others were cheering, pumping fists in the air, shouting his name.

In that moment, on that night, what Muscle City might be and what it might become was illustrated in a way that no one who was there would ever forget.

[Sothe]

AKA,

I feel as though I should give you some money from my wallet. Or like....I don't know I can't express how good of a writer you are. You are the entire reason I started coming here, and keep coming here (I check all the time to see if you have posted something new)

You have the only stories I read several times and....Well you are just all around amazing. Keep up the awesome work.

<3

[Mass Driver]

Aww.
That word, "When?"
That was proof you know the way.
Congrats on another stellar chapter.
Please Keep Writing.

MD

[JohnNewEngland]

Gorgeous and perfect, as usual. You never disappoint, AKA.

[cutlerfan]

Truly inspiring! A much needed escape from the fears and frustrations of life! I love the series..please keep writing it!

[philat99]

Great message!

[chocomus]

that was so sweet!!!!

And hot, but I already espected that

[tattcub]

Genuinely brought a tear to my eye...

Thanks yet again...

TC

[funboy]

Most assuredly a story that touched my heart, mind and soul.