Joining the Bodybuilder's Guild - part 2

[sexyactionnick]

Roland woke up before the alarm went off. The reality of his new life crashed through his mind like an asteroid hitting the Earth, disrupting his usual dream of being the most insane bodybuilder that humankind had ever known.

He lay in total darkness, warm and secure with von Lensherr’s powerful arms wrapped around him. Two days ago he was a normal kid, going to classes, talking with friends, waiting for the day he was an adult. Maybe not too normal. The other kids were nervous and apprehensive about Turning, weren’t even sure what Guild they wanted to go into. Most Turners with Roland’s intensity wanted to be doctors or politicians. But not Roland.

And now it was real. And he’d been genetically reprogrammed and possibly assaulted and then fucked by one of the biggest men in the League of Muscle all night long. His ass was sore but part of him wanted to turn over and suck on von Lensherr’s thick, protruding nipples all day long. And part of him wanted to lie in his arms, nestled against his thick blond chest fur. Being intimate like that almost made him forget about his lifelong ambition. Almost, that is. When he thought about getting out of that bed, hitting the gym, and growing to twice von Lensherr’s size, his cock became furiously hard.

The clock ticked to seven-hundred hours and the lights slowly began to rise. A bugle played over the loudspeaker and von Lensherr jerked awake. “Hey there,” he said sleepily, brushing his long, golden hair out of his eyes. “How was your first night in the Guild?”

Von Lensherr smiled that winning smile, two rows of perfect white teeth but slightly lopsided to the right, and Roland’s heart melted. “Pretty great,” he admitted. Roland placed a hand on the man’s enormous right pec, weaving his fingers through the fur. “When do we start working out?”

Two breakfast packs dropped through the dumbwaiter. Both were much bigger than Roland was used to, though one was about four times the size of the other. He guessed that was for von Lensherr, and gave the pouch to the larger man. They sucked down their breakfast in a few seconds, a high-protein, high-carb blend with supplements and certain oral steroids. Von Lensherr narrowed his gaze on the Turner. “What makes you think you’re working out today?”

Roland blinked. “I’m a bodybuilder now. That’s kind of all I do now.”

Von Lensherr laughed, his basso profundo echoing in their small bedchamber. “You’re an initiate. You’re in the Guild but you’re not a bodybuilder yet. You have to earn it, starting now,” he said, and threw the covers off to reveal all forty-six centimeters of his thick cock were rock hard and ready to go. “I like to wake up with a blowjob.”

Roland had no idea what to do. He’d never been spoken to like that before. Granted, he rarely dealt with adults before now, being taught and cared for primarily by robots with gentle, nurturing A.I. On the other hand, it was a damn pretty cock and he wanted to suck it more than anything. “Does everybody have to do this?” Roland asked. Von Lensherr grabbed his head and guided it forcefully but gently to the tip of his penis, and shoved the massive head into Roland’s mouth.

The cockhead barely fit into his mouth, but he sucked and licked it for all he could while pumping the thick shaft. He wished he’d paid more attention in Sex Ed. Roland had only ever jacked off to muscle videos, flex videos or contests where the League of Muscle demolished the puny bodybuilders back on Earth or the tiny men from other orbital stations. The Sex Ed videos were very informative, how-to guides to ensure the squawkers grew up to have varied and well-rounded sex lives, but he was too focused on muscle to pay attention.

Apparently he was a natural, for within minutes von Lensherr’s dick tensed up. The cockhead swelled to where it almost snapped his jaw apart, and then liters of semen poured out into his throat. It was delicious and new, completely unlike the gelatinous goo that he’d eaten every day since he was born. He couldn’t begin to identify the varied and complex flavors spilling out of his mouth, since von Lensherr came so much he couldn’t swallow it all. Gobs of white sticky goo poured down the mighty shaft, all over his hands and onto the bedsheets.

After minutes, the deluge of come stopped. Roland looked at his mentor with an expression of gratitude and shock. Von Lensherr chuckled. “Not bad for a beginner,” he said, running a hand up his dick and squeezing another load of cum out. “Looks like you got some extra protein for breakfast.”

“So what do you mean I’m not gong to work out?” Roland asked. He started to wipe the come off the massive schlong before him, but the blond master stopped him.

“You need more protein. Eat it up. All of it,” von Lensherr said, and only explained after Roland began lapping the spunk off his swollen quads. “We won’t deny you the chance to work out. You’re still a free man and a member of the Guild, with all its material resources available to you. You get the food and the steroids, almost everything you need to become freaky big.”

Roland swallowed a mouthful of come. “Almost?” he said, before diving back in.

“The food and the drugs will get you plenty big. But you need knowledge too. Proper lifting techniques, training schedules, posing routines. Nutrition is a part of it too.” Von Lensherr noticed the young man’s quizzical look. “Oh, now that you’re an adult you actually can request changes to your nutrition packs. All of that information is stored up here,” he tapped on his head, “and it’s yours to earn.”

He swallowed the last of the jizz and lay on the bed beside the blond hulk. “How do I earn it?”

“You’re not really earning it if I just tell you, now is it?” von Lensherr laughed.

“Well how am I supposed to know if nobody tells me?” Roland whined. He had never had to figure anything out before. Life aboard the ISS Galileo was regimented and structured, with Bureaucrats or robots available to provide any information he needed. He didn’t know how to figure things out on his own. That’s part of why the League of Muscle was so fascinating to him. Social Studies classes taught him that life down on Earth was still culturally repressed and backwards. People on Earth actually still used money to buy things, though such a system obviously lent itself to inequity, which the most fortunate vehemently tried to convince themselves was part of some larger natural law not to be questioned. They fought wars over invisible creatures that lived in the sky, and argued over whether they, as a species, should take care of one another’s healthcare.

The ISS Galileo was a successful experiment to create a new model of living for humanity, but some vestiges of old-world attitudes remained. Everyone understood the purpose of the Bodybuilder’s Guild – to question it’s purpose would just be silly – but some thought the bulky, lumbering masses of hormonally imbalanced muscle were ugly and gross. Roland liked the thought that he would get too big for some people, that they would find his hugeness repellent on a biological level. The League of Muscle wasn’t just a sexual fetish for him, it was a wild and unrestrained way to live compared to the monotony of life on the Galileo. Enormous men lifting and eating and fucking whenever and whoever they wanted.

“I guess this is what I wanted,” Roland slowly realized. He wanted and entirely different way to live, and this was it. There’s nothing more different than something you can’t understand.

Von Lensherr rolled his eyes, though Roland couldn’t see that over the massive pecs blocking his view. They showered off. Roland tried to fool around again, but von Lensherr was busy getting himself in the zone to lift hard. He followed the muscle mentor out into the gym.

The big blond man went to work immediately but Roland took a few moments to aquaint himself with the gym equipment. Until then, he’d only used makeshift equipment with a handful of trips into the adults. He knew what all of the equipment was, from research and from furiously masturbating to videos of men pumping iron.

He decided to do a five day training split – chest, legs, shoulders, arms, and back, with forearms and calves on two nonconsecutive days, and abs thrown in with shoulders. He warmed himself up with some light cardio, just five minutes of jumping rope to get his heartrate going so he could stretch. He heard a slight sniggering, and looked over to see a muscular ginger pretending not to stare at him. He dropped the rope and began to stretch, and heard another noise. This time the ginger didn’t bother to hide the fact that he was laughing.

“What is it?” Roland asked. The buff ginger simply kept sniggering and went back to his tricep extensions.

He wished that one of the SIR were there. Social Interaction Robots helped explain social protocol to children aboard the Galileo, and tended to function as counselors as well. They were available upon request, but he didn’t want the ginger to see him resorting to a SIR. Von Lensherr was one floor down in the gym, squatting out nearly a thousand kilograms, and couldn’t give him advice. He was on his own.

“Mind your own business,” Roland said, and started racking up a bar to do chest presses. A BURLY robot rolled over to spot him.

“What did you say to me?” the ginger said, dropping his weights. He lumbered over to Roland and flexed a most muscular. “Clearly you don’t know how shit works around here, turner. I got muscles and you don’t.”

Roland’s leg began to shake with fear, but he fought to keep it still. He couldn’t take this guy in a fight and he had no desire to go before a Tribunal on his second day as a Bodybuilder. On Guild ground, the laws of the Galileo didn’t apply, save for universal bans on murder and rape. Each Guild was free to create their own codes of law and governance, and the League of Muscle famously had none. Even rape was tricky to prosecute within the League. Any Bodybuilder with a conflict was able to take his case before the Tribunal, where the most muscular men would pass down a judgment.

The ginger’s arms shot out to push Roland, but he nimbly leapt backwards. “I forget how quick tiny men can be,” the ginger said, advancing forward. Roland circled around, dancing out of his reach. He’d watched a few boxing videos, but had never been in a fight in his life. He knew he couldn’t take him.

He saw a stray barbell on the ground right behind the ginger. It was a longshot, but it was his best bet to avoid being beaten to a pulp. A trip to the Medical Guild could fix him in a day, unless of course he died. Advanced as science was, they’d yet to invent a cure for death.

The ginger lunged for him, and he ducked under his arms. He scrambled on the ground behind the red-haired stud, who spun around to try and grab him. Roland kicked the barbell, which shot out and caught the ginger on the ankle. The top-heavy man fell and, with a sickening crunch, his right ankle snapped.

“You little fuck, I’ll kill you!” the ginger moaned, holding his broken ankle. It was already beginning to swell and turn purple. Roland kept his distance, in case the larger man lashed out at him still.

He turned to the spotter robot. “BURLY, activate Emergency Medical Protocol,” he instructed. “Put me through to the Medical Guild.”

BURLY summoned two medical robots who carried the ginger away on a stretcher, cursing vengeance against Roland until he was gone. Roland watched the scene, not sure if he had just made worse trouble for himself than before. A slow clap started behind him and he turned to see Charles standing there.

Charles was truly beautiful. Though not as big as Von Lensherr, he had amazing definition, deep cuts and striations. His hairless, ebony skin seemed to shimmer under the lights, as if he were always oiled up on stage. “That was a good show, kid,” Charles said. His long cock seemed to show approval as well. “He was our last turner, before you.”

“Uh, thank you,” Roland said. The ebony god before him seemed to be impressed…perhaps he had earned some information. “Do you know why that guy was laughing at me before?”

Charles narrowed his eyes at him, considering whether to divulge. “There’s really nothing wrong with what you were doing,” he said. “You should still stretch, but the genetic changes to our bodies make warming up with cardio sort of unnecessary. Have you heard of the Warrior Focus?”

Roland shook his head. “The Warrior Focus is part genetic, part meditative,” Charles explained. “Your new genes let you selectively prepare your muscles for intense exercise, activated by entering a trance to get you into the zone.”

He realized that was why Von Lensherr didn’t fool around in the shower that morning. “The technique gets your heart rate up and pumps blood into your muscles, and is more effective than traditional cardio warmups.”

Roland smiled. He hobbled a man, but he also managed to earn important information about becoming a Bodybuilder. “How do you perform the Warrior Focus?”

Charles broke into a wide, pearly white grin. The man had a beautiful smile to match his bulging, perfect muscles. “That’s a different lesson that you’re going to have to earn. I have to finish my workout. Come see me then, and maybe we can work something out.”

Roland wasn’t sure what the man meant, but he was too busy staring at Charles’ perfect back and meaty ass to think about it. As soon as Charles was out of earshot, he summoned a SIR. “Charles wants to trade sexual favors for information,” the SIR explained in an exasperated voice. “Did you really need me to explain that to you?”

He had a feeling that Von Lensherr wouldn’t approve of this arrangement, but he needed information. Besides, if the hulking blond hadn’t intervened the day before, Roland would have gladly been double-teamed by Charles and Moshe. Who wouldn’t want to get rammed by two enormous Bodybuilders at the same time? Von Lensherr implied that Charles was bad news, someone to watch out for, but Roland just crippled a man through cunning. He could take on Charles.

Roland lifted until he felt his pecs were going to fall off. His forearms were so sore he could barely grip his nutrition pack and squeeze it into his mouth. It didn’t taste different than any other day, but he knew that his nutrition packs now had steroids in them, and just the thought of that gave him a powerful boner. In the past, oral steroids had a tendency to harm the liver, but the steroids were designed in symbiosis with his new genes. He felt the nutrition and testosterone coursing through his body, repairing muscle damage and making him huge.

His cock spurted a huge load onto BURLY, who gave him a betrayed look. Roland blushed and summoned a cleaning robot to take care of the mess.

He found Charles waiting for him a few floors up. The first five floors of the League were all gym equipment and bedrooms for sex, but the upper floors were dedicated to entertainment, rest, and relaxation. The penthouse suite belonged to the President, the most muscular man in the Guild – Roland’s father. He wanted to see him, but even a turner like him knew that it was strictly invitation-only. Their blood relation wasn’t enough, he had to earn that on his own.

Charles relaxed in a big bean bag chair, watching a television show. He patted his huge thigh, motioning for Roland to sit, but he kept his distance. “Are we trading sex for information?” Roland asked.

“You cut right to the point, don’t you?” Charles said, stroking his hard cock. It had to be at least fifty centimeters, if slightly thinner than Von Lensherr’s. Precome dribbled down the shaft and coated his fist-sized balls. “Yeah, I guess so. I wanted to fuck your tight little ass yesterday, but…” he chose his words carefully, “I wasn’t able to. You bend over and give me your pretty little hole, and I’ll tell you everything I know.”

Roland’s own cock was rock hard staring at Charles’ display. He maintained a stern face anyway. “How do I know you’ll still tell me what you know after you fuck me?”

“I guess you have to trust me,” Charles said.

“Well I don’t. Give me the information first, and my ass is yours,” Roland said, surprised by his own negotiating savvy. After all, he would give his ass to this ebony monster for free.

Charles grinned again, and signed into a nearby tablet. He typed in some commands then handed it to Roland. “Here’s my personal formula for the nutrition packs. I’ve been tweaking this for years, and it’s how I’m one of the biggest guys here.”

Roland read over the formula. It was smart, definitely smart. “If it’s so good, how come you’re not the biggest guy here?”

“There’s more to being a big man around here than just diet and exercise,” Charles said.

“Like what?”

“That would be two pieces of information, and that’s two fucks. If I tell you that too, how do I know you’ll put out twice?” Charles asked.

Roland had to admit it made sense. The only way to ensure neither of them got screwed over (figuratively) was to trade favors on a one-to-one basis. He climbed into Charles’ lap and began to hump the giant dick. “I think that can be arranged,” he said, caressing Charles’ muscles.

The black muscular beast picked up Roland and carried him into the nearest bedroom. He must have been extremely horny, as he skipped all of the usual flexing and muscle worship for foreplay and immediately began to rim Roland’s tight hole. He had never been rimmed before, though he knew what it was, and immediately began to loosen. Charles’ tongue dived deeper and deeper inside, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He moved his tongue like a tornado, spinning around, getting every square inch of his hole to open up and sign.

Without warning, he stopped the licking session and stuck the head of his long cock inside. Roland grunted like he’d been socked in the gut. “You like my big thick cock, don’t you?” Charles laughed, shoving it deeper inside, savoring Roland’s moans. “Your boy scout big brother wouldn’t like this, would he? He told you I’m a bad man, didn’t he?”

Roland could only grunt in response as the cock invaded him more and more. Charles pressed his head down into the pillow as his pelvis connected to the boy’s tight little cheeks. All fifty centimeters of rock hard cock were inside, and he was precoming like a leaky faucet. “I love turners. You’re so tight,” Charles gushed. He pulled out and shoved it back inside roughly.

It was painful in a way Roland never wanted to stop. His hole had never been abused like this before. Von Lensherr was firm but gentle, but Charles fucked him like an animal. The black beast pounded his ass harder and harder, the slapping sound echoing throughout the entire floor.

Roland picked up the rhythm and began to thrust back, pushing Charles inside just a tiny bit further. “You like my big black dick in your little hole,” Charles muttered. He dropped his chest down to lie on top of Roland, crushing him with his dense muscular weight. His hips gyrated like a Porn Guild actor.

Roland tried to turn over to look at Charles. Few as his sexual experiences were, he liked to look the other man in the eyes during the act. Charles denied the motion and pressed his face into the pillow. The cock thickened in his ass, making Roland moan even harder. The pounding became even more intense, and Roland wondered if his ass was going to split in two. Charles roared in ecstasy as his cock dumped ounces of come into his ass. As usual, it began to spurt out onto their legs, soaking the bedsheets in come.

The big man stayed inside Roland for a few minutes, clutching the turner to his chest as they came down from the sexual high. Roland used Charles’ pecs as handholds to pull himself off the dick. He shuddered at the loud wet plop that accompanied Charles’ dick falling out of Roland's ass. He collapsed onto Charles’ thick chest for just a second to catch his breath.


“So what did you mean earlier when you said that there’s more to being a bodybuilder than diet and exercise?” he asked.

[Bigmusclefan]

my god - that is just fantastic!!!

PLEASE - go on!!!

[Bull]

I can't even tell you how much I love this series!

[philat99]

Enjoy your style! Great take on a sci-fi theme!

[Reiga]

Love this! Can't wait to read more!

I'm really interested in the cultures of this story X3