Joining the Bodybuilder's Guild - part 1

[sexyactionnick]

Roland had never been so excited for a birthday. Western culture had always prized the eighteenth birthday, but aboard the ISS Galileo, it meant that he was finally an adult and would be able to choose his Guild. Some turners took years to settle on their Guild and changed their mind several times. Some never decided and were shuffled into the Consumer?s Guild, free to mindlessly consume products and television without contributing. But Roland has known what he wanted to do ever since he was ten, and first met his birth father.

He was going to join the Legion of Muscle?the Bodybuilder?s Guild.

At 6:00am sharp, he leapt out of bed and began doing pushups. Only select squawkers were allowed to practice their Guild before Selection Day, and the Bodybuilder?s Guild was strictly forbidden due to their heavy use of drugs that required careful monitoring. But they couldn?t stop Roland from developing the best physique he could on his own. He was of medium height, one-hundred seventy-eight centimeters, and weighed ninety kilograms of toned muscle. He used his sleeping quarters like a gymnasium, doing pull-ups from a water pipe and squats with makeshift kettlebells.

His morning nutrition pack dropped through the service dumbwaiter. He wrote a formal letter requesting to be switched prematurely to the Bodybuilder?s Guild nutrition program, which contained eleven meals a day instead of the typical five, but received a rejection. The Council urged him to remain patient and enjoy the waning years of his adolescence. He responded by bribing one of the programmers to change his dietary profile so that he?d at least get a few more calories.

He flexed in front of the mirror. He was in good shape, defined muscles, but he was nowhere near a bodybuilder yet. He pulled on his wiener a few times, letting it hang low and loose, imagining how huge it might become. The thought of his dick doubling, tripling in size over the next few years made him hard, and he jacked off right there, spraying semen onto his reflection. He didn?t bother to clean it up ? he would never see his quarters again, after that day.

By 8:00am, he was dressed and ready to go. He wondered if this was the last day he?d ever wear clothing. As sunlight was artificial and free of damaging UV-rays, and the temperature artificially regulated to optimum temperatures, clothing was optional aboard the Galileo. Every Bodybuilder he had ever seen was naked. Their contests were naked as well. Many professions wore clothing as a custom, but the Legion of Muscle relished the opportunity to show off as much of their bodies as possible, all the time.

His doorbell sounded, and Roland was greeted by KL5, a small messenger robot. ?Good morning, Roland,? it said using a chipper voice module. ?Please present yourself?oh dear,? KL5 looked into the room and saw the come-splattered mirror. ?I?ll have to send janitorial to clean that up. Anyway, please present yourself to the Selection Board at once.?

He ran down the hallway to the selection board, until a Police Officer stopped him and gave him a stern warning. He speed-walked the rest of the way, grumbling angry to himself about the damn Pig?s Guild. He didn?t know what a pig was, he heard it in an old historical video where men in baggy clothing talk-sang about the police.

The Selection Board was made up of seven individuals. Three from the Bureaucrat?s Guild and one representative each from the top four Guilds selected from his personality profile. When he was twelve, he and the rest of his year took a multiple-day, complex series of personality tests to determine their most appropriate future careers. At that point, he?d already been decided on the Bodybuilder?s Guild for two years, but he had to go through the motions anyway.

BG Representative von Lehnsherr smiled down at him from the table. Roland hoped that his father would come, but the Guild Chief had more important things to do than attend Selections. Von Lehnsherr was a huge man ? not the biggest in the Guild, but nearly there. He weighed in at four-hundred and fifty kilograms and two-hundred and fifty centimeters. He took up half the table with his wide, naked body, forcing the other Selectors to cluster around the other side.

Von Lensherr had long blonde hair and thick brownish-blonde fur covering his chest and forearms perfectly. His bush was the same color, lightly trimmed to frame the thick flaccid cock that hung over the edge of the seat and dangled almost to the floor. His big hands gently picked up a tablet ? which almost fit his palm ? and summoned Roland?s file. ?Selectors, I think this is an open and shut case. Roland is clearly dedicated to joining my Guild, as his history shows. I see no reason to deny him his destiny.?

A thin, shrill woman from the Bureaucrat?s Guild spoke up. ?Of course, you don?t see a reason,? she said condescendingly. ?Case file double-ought-seven-zero-baker-november-one-two??

Von Lensherr interrupted her. ?His name is Roland,? he said firmly. He punctuated the sentence with a quick flex of his muscles, which made the bureaucrat jump and Roland pop a raging boner.

She coughed. ?Fine ? Roland has resisted every effort to be made into a well-rounded individual. He?s too dedicated to his goals. He completely ignored his language and arts classes to study biology, chemistry, and kinesiology!?

The representative from the Chef?s Guild leaned forward. ?Did he pass his Language and Arts competency exams?? the chef asked.

The bureaucrat sneered. ?Technically,? she admitted, ?but he scored very low??

?All those in favor of Selecting Roland into the Bodybuilder?s Guild, say aye,? the chef said, followed by six resounding ?ayes.? Unsurprisingly, the bureaucrat was the only ?nay.? ?The motion carries. Roland, von Lensherr will take you to the genetic remodification lab.?

Roland bounced excitedly as he and von Lensherr walked to the lab. Well, Roland walked ? von Lensherr, tall as he was, had to swing each massive thigh around the other, which gave him amusing but strangely arousing waddle.

?I hope you know the bodybuilder remodification process is very painful,? von Lensherr said. ?Moreso than any other Guild remod. It?s not just one thing being rewritten ? it?s everything. Every muscle in your body, every cell is going to light up with pain. Painkillers interfere with the process, so you can?t request drugs to make the pain go away.?

?I can handle it,? Roland said.

Von Lensherr looked him up and down. ?For some reason, I bet you can. Just so you know, you?re allowed to scream. I?ll meet you after it?s over.?

All fetuses on the Galileo were genetically modified to remove the potential for disease and debilitating conditions. On their Selection day, many turners were given additional genetic modifications. Chefs had their senses of taste and smell enhanced. Bureaucrats received no modifications, while many of the hard sciences received modifications to the emotional centers of the brain, which were often found to be lacking.

Bodybuilders had their DNA completely rewritten. They became beasts designed for limitless muscle growth. The League of Muscle all had intentional myostatin deficiencies and overactive testicles that produced much more testosterone than an unaltered man. They were triggered into a second stage of continuous puberty that enabled them to grow taller to have more room for muscle, and their dicks to grow bigger. Their genes were also primed to work harmoniously with the steroids that came pumped into their food.

Roland lay naked on a cold, sterile table. Needles and electrodes covered his entire body, dozens of bags of fluids filtering in and out of his body. The geneticist looked over his chart. ?You?re in luck, kid,? the geneticist said. ?We just started doing a new upgrade today. You won?t have to do this again for a while.?

Whenever scientists came up with a new genetic tweak, some way to optimize the body for just a little more muscle, bodybuilders had to undergo complete remodification. A bodybuilder like von Lensherr had been genetically reprogrammed dozens of times through his life, each as painful as the last.

The geneticist gave him a stick to bite down on, and started the process. It was worse than Roland could have imagined ? because it started slowly. His body tingled, then ached, then burnt, the fire reaching to every point on his body and growing in intensity. Every passing second was worse, and he knew the next second would be worse than that. He tried to tell himself to love the burn, no pain no gain, all the phrases the bodybuilders threw around. He?d done pullups for hours until he cried but this pain was a thousand times worse than anything he could imagine. He couldn?t focus enough to remember the bland generalities, much less his own name.

He got the urge to tell the geneticist to stop, to go back to the Selector?s Guild and say he made a mistake. His mouth started to form the words. He clamped his mouth shut, refusing to save himself from the pain.

At some point he blacked out, not soon enough. He came to consciousness on his hands and knees, throwing up into a bucket. The geneticist patted him on the back sympathetically. ?You did good. It?s over,? he said.

Roland picked himself up and looked in the mirror. He wasn?t changed at all. ?I thought...I just thought I would be more muscular,? Roland said, flexing his toned but comparatively tiny biceps.

?Of course not. That?s just stupid,? the geneticist said. ?All I can do is prime your body for muscular growth. You?re going to have to work for it.?

?I know!? Roland said peevishly. ?But?still, maybe a little.?

The geneticist rolled his eyes. ?Every new LOM thinks that. Go meet von Lensherr at the Guild. And here, eat this?? the geneticist handed Roland a large tube of nutritional paste. ?Your body burnt through breakfast making those changes. Slam that down or else you?ll begin to starve.?

Roland sucked down the paste and refused to put his clothing back on. He was officially a Bodybuilder now with the genes to match. After this day, he would no longer hide the work of art that was his naked form.

Von Lensherr met him at the entrance to the Guild?s private sector. Each Guild had their own living quarters and learning space tailored to their profession. The Legion of Muscle had stories of gym equipment and numerous bedrooms on every floor. Roland had never been inside the Guild?s private sector before ? only members and certain family members over eighteen were allowed ? but he understood that the guild men frequently stopped to have sex with each other.

?You?re walking!? von Lensherr said, surprised. ?After my Selection Day, they had to wheel me into the Guild on a gurney.?

Roland blushed. ?I threw up,? he admitted. He then buried his face in his hands, embarrassed for having said it.

Von Lensherr laughed. The sound was beautiful, deep and warm. ?Are you ready to meet your destiny??

Roland squared up and puffed out his chest. ?Let?s do it,? he said. Von Lensherr clapped him on the back, just hard enough to make him stand normally. The giant pressed against the huge steel slabs, which split open to reveal the Guild headquarters. Roland?s dick got harder than it ever had watching von Lensherr?s thick back muscles tighten and flex, his powerful legs swelling and pushing to move the multiple tons of weight to open the door. Even entering the Guild headquarters was a workout.

Near the door, two men were having what appeared to be a casual conversation. Two things stood out: they were both enormous muscular giants, and they were fondling each other?s nipples and genitals while they talked. Their dicks, several times larger than Roland?s, stood at full attention, dripping precum onto the floor. A little mop robot circled around them, periodically swooping in to wash up their mess.

?Gentleman,? von Lensherr said to the two men, who turned to look but didn?t stop their fondling. ?Meet our newest brother, Roland.?

The two men broke out into big grins. ?Fresh meat? We haven?t had a new recruit in months,? one said, advancing toward him. He was slightly smaller than von Lensherr, though that still made him monstrous. He stuck out his massive paw. ?I?m Charles.?

Roland?s hand was completely engulfed. In a flash, Charles pulled him into a big bearhug. Roland was crushed by several hundred kilos of pure muscle and he couldn?t be happier. ?Welcome to the club, shrimp,? Charles said. Roland didn?t know what a shrimp was, but he liked the way Charles said it.

Charles? molestation buddy came in on the other side and pressed Roland into a muscle sandwich. He flexed his pecs, and then Charles flexed his pecs, alternating to mash Roland around between their giant flexing bodies. Roland?s cock exploded immediately, but this didn?t seem to bother the two men.

The fun didn?t stop there. Charles picked Roland up like he weighed nothing and held him over his head, licking the remaining bits of come from his dick. The other man, whose name was Moshe, took Roland from Charles? hand and aligned the fledgling?s ass with the tip of his big penis.

?That?s enough now,? von Lensherr said. Charles tried to posture defensively to protect their new toy, but between them, von Lensherr was the alpha by far. In a flash, he picked up Charles? several hundred-kilo body and hurled him into the wall. Intimidated by the display, Moshe handed Roland over. The turner was too punch-drunk from his encounter with the massive muscle men to really know what was going on.

Von Lensherr took him to a bedroom and locked the door behind them. ?Why did you take me away from them? Maybe I wanted to have sex with them,? Roland said.

Von Lensherr rolled his eyes slightly, but sat down next to him on the bed and put his arm around him. ?You?re an adult now, and you?re going to have to learn that not all adults are good people. When you?re bigger and can handle yourself, you can fuck Charles and Moshe as much as you want, but that won?t be for a long time. Our cocks are huge and they can hurt you if you don?t stretch out enough.?

Roland thought back to his remodification. ?I thought our assholes were designed to be super-stretchy??

?They still need to be warmed up,? von Lensherr said, ?like this.? In one motion, he tipped Roland back on the bed and squeezed a shot of lube into his hand from a dispenser on the wall. There were a lot of those around the Guild. He ran his thick finger around Roland?s hole, as the turner ran his hands all of the bodybuilder?s enormous, tight form. He entwined his fingers in the dense blonde fur covering that expansive chest, running his hands outward to stretch his arms as wide as he could to fondle the massive lats on either side of the man.

Von Lensherr slipped his entire finger inside the young man, who gasped. The older guide laughed a deep laugh and kept flexing his muscles erotically. Roland continued to squeeze and grope the muscles, until von Lensherr?s erect penis was thrust into his hands.

Forty-six centimeters long and thicker than his arm, Roland wrapped both hands around the huge phallus and pumped with all his might. He was so into it that he barely noticed when the big man stuck two thick fingers up his ass. Precum began to dribble onto the bedsheets and Roland leaned forward to lap it up. It was salty and savory, full of life and power. It was better than his own come and he didn?t know why.

Without ceremony, von Lensherr greased up his cock and picked Roland up, positioning him on the tip just like Moshe had. But that?s as far as he went, allowing Roland to slowly relax his sphincter, sliding down onto the monster cock in his own time. The fat mushroom head was the hardest to pass. Even with his modification and the excellent anal foreplay, Roland fought to control his breathing and relax. Von Lensherr didn?t rush him, just continued to murmur dirty things and flex his enormous muscles.

After the mushroom head, Roland suddenly dropped much faster, several inches of the dick filling him at once. He grunted uncontrollably, and his giant partner returned the grunt. ?Watching you take my dick is so fucking hot,? von Lensherr said, in start contrast to his gentle, regular tone.

A smile suddenly crossed Roland?s face. He lowered his hands and dug his fingers into the grooves of von Lensherr?s abs, which were deep and chiseled enough to hold onto, like a rock climbing wall. He used the abs as handholds to pull himself down further onto the cock, moaning and panting all the wall. The act was too much for his giant companion, who flipped them back and began to pound away at the tight little ass his giant cock currently filled.

Within seconds, Roland came again. The dick in his ass felt great, but he couldn?t help but come with a two ?hundred and fifty centimeter chest pinning him to the bed. He buried his face in the fur that blocked his view of the ceiling. He tried to wrap his legs around the man, but the body above him was so thick and meaty that he couldn?t make it around.

With a mighty grunt, von Lensherr unloaded into Roland?s ass, his mighty ballsack draining more than liter of semen into the turner?s insides. Come squirted out of Roland?s ass, spraying onto his thighs and testicles.

Von Lensherr stripped the sheets of the bed and used them to wipe himself off, tossing them into the corner for a cleaning droid. He grabbed Roland and pulled him into a bearhug, and they spooned on the bed for the rest of the night. ?Rest up, turner,? he whispered into the young man?s ear. ?You?re gonna need it for tomorrow.?

[Mdlftr]

Science fiction meets muscle growth!

Love it!

Mdlftr

[sonic260]

I love where this is going, please continue!

[makurra]

Yeah, damn hot!!

[timaanv]

NICE story! see where this goes

[Bigmusclefan]

That's 'just' great!!!!

I can't wait to read the next part!

[msclrough]

I like this one. I find the premise refreshing. I'm not usually a Sci-Fi fan, but this one is compelling. I like the young buck, big mentor dynamic.

One thing, and I don't mean this to be critical, is I keep wondering why there is a Muscle Guild. Well, I don't have to wonder too much, I think we all here would love such a guild. I'm wondering why there is one in the story.

Looking forward to seeing where this goes. And of course meeting Roland's Dad.

[Mdlftr]

Originally Posted by msclrough

I like this one. I find the premise refreshing. I'm not usually a Sci-Fi fan, but this one is compelling. I like the young buck, big mentor dynamic.

One thing, and I don't mean this to be critical, is I keep wondering why there is a Muscle Guild. Well, I don't have to wonder too much, I think we all here would love such a guild. I'm wondering why there is one in the story.

Looking forward to seeing where this goes. And of course meeting Roland's Dad.

I was kind of wondering the same thing. Usually "guilds" were closed
groups of skilled tradesmen which arose during the Middle Ages to pass on secrets of the trade which were closely controlled. For example, glass making and goldsmithing were trades where entry was closely controlled since members had access to information on how to do the skilled work, which was very lucrative.

Here, the idea of bodybuilding, a sport or activity with little perceived external application or use except improving the aesthetics of the individual, being part of a guild, with exclusive membership, is kind of amusing. What would be REALLY unique and interesting in this series is whether the author comes up with a practical application for the bodybuilding guild which benefits the society at large. What purpose do the bodybuilders serve in the larger society? Are they part of the military defense? Do they serve a sexual pleasure/entertainment function, like modern-day celebrities and sports figures? We may not get an explanation, but that would be an intriguing place to take this story! Big HINT to sexyactionchick!

Mdlftr

[arpeejay]

Awesome story! More, please, and soon!

xoxo

Richard

[msclbldr]

When reading this I was reminded of a pair of short novels by Tanith Lee - "Don't bite the Sun" and "Drinking Saphire Wine". There is a similarity in tone and delivery of the writing but Tanith Lee's novels only briefly mention any muscle growth. It would be a great basis for a muscle growth rewrite

[philat99]

Great start! Keep going, please!

[Bull]

Fantastic.

[Bigmusclefan]

the first part of a fantastic story

[Reiga]

Originally Posted by Mdlftr

I was kind of wondering the same thing. Usually "guilds" were closed
groups of skilled tradesmen which arose during the Middle Ages to pass on secrets of the trade which were closely controlled. For example, glass making and goldsmithing were trades where entry was closely controlled since members had access to information on how to do the skilled work, which was very lucrative.

Here, the idea of bodybuilding, a sport or activity with little perceived external application or use except improving the aesthetics of the individual, being part of a guild, with exclusive membership, is kind of amusing. What would be REALLY unique and interesting in this series is whether the author comes up with a practical application for the bodybuilding guild which benefits the society at large. What purpose do the bodybuilders serve in the larger society? Are they part of the military defense? Do they serve a sexual pleasure/entertainment function, like modern-day celebrities and sports figures? We may not get an explanation, but that would be an intriguing place to take this story! Big HINT to sexyactionchick!

Mdlftr

It might just be for the essence of sports. I mean, sports like football or soccer doesn't serve much for society except for entertainment. Plus, the culture on that ship is probably different, since they seem to lack a lot of earth's customaries(like food). So muscle might be the new beauty.

But if you want to get all dark side about it, the Bodybuilder's Guild could just be a front for biological weapons research. All the guild members are guinea pigs and have no idea that they're being tested in order to create super soldiers for the guild that takes care of military and internal security. Having to pay living expenses for a bunch of willing, giant test subjects is just a small price to pay for science and weapons.

Either that or the humans are being breed to be sold to other rich humans/aliens. The Consumer's Guild is most likely used for test marketing purposes in order to see what best sells or would be most watched for consumer television programs. I mean, the main character and the other civilians are on a gigantic ship in space...now I want to see Hamlet done by Elcors XD