The Forner Factor

[erinbbby]

He lifts a thick-framed picture from the wall, examining the photo pressed behind the glass. The picture is the cover of Peoples? Magazine from 2009. It reads: ?Ted Forner, Sexiest Man Alive!? in large, block letters. The picture of him on the cover is from four years back, when he first won the daft award. In it he stands mightily, in grey slacks, sharp shoes, and no shirt. His colossal arms are crossed, but they barely complete the X over his world-famous chest, which sits massively and with a deep valley behind his pumped forearms. If he could remember correctly, his chest was 58 inches back then, an impressive slab of beef no doubt, but made all the more impressive on his 6?3 frame which carried, back then, 295 pounds.

Ted smiled to himself and placed the picture back upon the wall, adjusting the sides to fit within the rectangle of dust left behind from its absence. He looked up at the other, more prestigious awards: ?man of the year? from the RNC, ?#4 on Time Magazine?s ?Most Influential People? list?, ?acknowledgement of esteemed gratitude, House Republicans 2011?, etc. Ted was a big man in more ways than one.

With chilled whiskey in hand, Ted turns to the other end of the room where a mirror hangs above a counsel adjacent to the wall. His hand made, XXXL dress shirt is unbuttoned, displaying a sliver of the hulking mass underneath. His chest is bigger now, much bigger; 66 inches last time his meek secretary measured him. Ted smiles to himself, lightly running a thick sausage finger down the crevice made between his massive pecs. He has only a light dusting of hair on his chest, but is otherwise bare. His abs are still visible, impressive for a guy who sports such a big gut. But he is not worried about his wide mid-section; it comes with the 340 pound body he now supports. Plus, his chest was still the first thing that entered the room when walked through a door, excluding times when he was fully erect.

Yes, Ted Forner was the kind of man every other guy wishes he could be- he actually won a pop-culture type award like that once. Rich and powerful (physically and influentially), Ted was the host of the network?s most popular show, the Forner Factor, which provided him a salary of $75 million a year plus obscene stock opportunities. He was a handsome man too despite his often stern face; deep cleft chin, confident smile and perfect teeth, dark brown hair with a partially receding hair line. On top of all this was his most renowned characteristic- his huge, muscular body, which invigorated the Republicans and extreme conservatives he propagated to every night, excluding weekends, during his show.

He downs the rest of his alcohol and peels off his shirt, examining the gargantuan muscles as his cliff-like shoulders striate. The shirt falls to the floor and he observes his chest. It is massive and seemingly always pumped. Undershirts are no longer viable as he would destroy them anyway. His nipples are plump and can often be seen beneath his dress shirts, which though are large enough to be a blanket for most men, are often tight against his pecs. His mid-section is a granite-like ball of dense muscle. He notes that women often allow their hands to graze his gut, their thin fingers gently caressing and following the lines of his brick abs.

A slight knock at the door.

?Come in? Ted booms, not diverting his eyes from his big body.

It is his secretary, Darcy. She is petite, only about 5?2, with a large bust and gorgeous features. Darcy is young, about 24, half of Ted?s age, but she is his favorite secretary in the long line of girls he has had serve him over the years. Ted exclusively picks his secretaries from a book presented to him by HR at Knox News. Disregarding position qualifications, he picks his new girl based solely on appearance. This time however, Darcy was both the most beautiful and most accomplished young woman in the ledger.

He turns his head, unable to hide his smile as she enters the room without allowing the office door to open more than enough for her slim frame. She carries a stack of papers in preparation for the night?s show, topics ranging from the current stand-offs with North Korea, to liberal ideologies reaching kids through amateur puppet theater. Her body is curving in a tight fitting sweater and pencil skirt.

?Hi Teddy? she says without any apprehension. Darcy is the only person who would dare call Ted Teddy, but he allows (and secretly loves) for her to say it.

She gazes up at him, ?Whoa Mr. Hot stuff, getting enough workouts in this week?? she says with innocent sarcasm. Ted bounces his pecs in synchronized order, causing her to role her eyes, but he knows she finds it outrageously attractive.

?You know it. By the way, I need you to order me some of that testosterone blaster supplement mix. I am running low.?

?On testosterone?? she says rhetorically.

Darcy hands him folder which covers the topics scheduled for the night?s show. She bends and picks up his shirt, which hangs past her knees as she perches the collar over an extended index finger bent back above her shoulder. She rests her other hand on her elbow and stares up into his chest. As a personal rule, Darcy has never allowed intercourse with Ted, although it is often what she thinks about. Ted has tried with her but continues with the denial game she plays, obtaining any pussy he wants anyway. Plus he enjoys the little game, knowing eventually she will cede and allow her tiny hands to grope his massive body.

Today she is finding it very hard to not beg for it then and there. Not that she has never seen him shirtless though. In fact, he often was shirtless when inside his office- but as she looked upon his torso, she couldn?t help but to want to explore his muscles. It was also a well known (and widely publicized) fact that Ted has a massive cock, and she was always curious as to how much she could take of it at once. She often amused herself during her lunch break by reading up about his dick on the internet, where huge ones like his become famous and widely discussed. One forum she visited in private was dedicated to his dick bulge exclusively: shots of Ted sitting wherein his massive penis and balls were clearly visible beneath his trousers. Another was a comment board where his fully erect size was debated, including documented testimony from many of the hundreds of women Ted has fucked over the course of his career. One fact they all agree on: it is both long and incredibly thick.

People were size obsessed with Ted- his chest and arms were often the focus of discussion in publicity, more so than the right-wing and controversial opinions that came out of his mouth. He had been featured in hundreds of fitness and bodybuilding magazines. Weekly columns would give readers advice on how they could achieve a chest like Ted. When flexed, his biceps measured 25 inches around, and these too were lauded as some of the biggest arms in the world.

Ted took his eyes off of tonight?s broadcast agenda and looked upon Darcy as she lustfully gazed at his pumped chest.

?You know kid, big Ted is always willing to let you touch his fat cock? he said with a slow drawl.

Darcy quickly collects herself, and playfully slaps him on the side of his rock hard gut. ?You don?t pay me enough?.

She turns and leaves his office, reminding herself that the less she was around him in private, the less she was tempted to finally let him fuck her.

* * * * * *

The show that night went well. The subject material was typical for the ?Forner Factor?: finding current news stories that could be easily spun to display some sort of liberal agenda. While hosting the show, Ted tried to channel the energy and charisma he displayed on a now infamous broadcast two years ago. During a monologue focusing on public outcry of new taxes, Ted became so enraged and pumped that he actually burst out of the shirt that tightly hugged his body. This was when he was hovering around 305 pounds. He was so in the moment that he didn?t even notice as his chest enlarged and burst his shirt buttons. Only after he cooled down did he realize that he was bare chested, his shirt flying open as the buttons popped off. It made it all kinds of publicity the next day: ?big, muscled Republican television host bursts out of his shirt?, ?look out Dems- this guy is pumped!?, etc.

Since then he had not burst out of his shirt again on TV, avoiding the suggestions of his producer to make it a show staple. Ted wanted the show to be a serious national conversation, despite content he often felt was a little too sensationalized. This didn?t stop the video from becoming a viral hit on the internet however. In general, Ted was able to keep the energy high and his muscles pumped without destroying his expensive wardrobe.

He received applause after his show concluded and the stage manager gave the signal that cameras were off. The round of loud clapping was followed every production and Ted had almost ceased noticing. He left the set and straight down to the parking garage to make a run for the gym. Down under the Knox building in downtown New York, his massive 1975 Lincoln Towncar flew out of the parking garage and entered the claustrophobic streets. He selected his huge car because it allowed him to be comfortable- a rare feature in a car when one is 6?3 and 340 pounds of burly muscle.

He pulled into the front of the gym and a small foreign teenager came running to collect his keys and park his big boat of a car. Ted stood before the entrance of Sover?s Gym with his gym bag in hand. Though it was a gym, Sover?s appeared to be a fancy hotel from the exterior: doormen waiting to administer members, fancy embroidered carpet continuing down the stairs to the curb, all covered by an ornate awning. A man held open the door and greeted him with genuine awe that had not even begun to wear thin on Ted. Inside the lobby, it did indeed feel like a hotel, and Ted made a quick dash to the locker room.

He entered into a sea of old, shirtless and toweled white men cheering him as he strode gigantically with confidence. Knox news was currently running on the flat screens adorning the walls, and no doubt these guys were just watching his show. This was a widely regarded gym-especially among Republicans, the main member base. Sover?s served as not only a place for fitness, but also as Roman-esc bath house, a place to do business. The membership fee was 20,000 a year, luring in the city?s most powerful men in business, law and entertainment. It was a men only gym, and was the unspoken gathering place for Republican elites. The Democrats of course had their own gym/club across town. Most of these rich and influential men were behind the scenes guys- owners of banks, trading firms, communication monopolies. Yet their massive pocketbooks and shady campaign financing made them occasional points of interest.

At Sover?s, Ted was king. Men secretly ogled his bulging physique as he stripped from suit attire and dawned work-out gear. For Ted, a loose pair of shorts and sleeveless tee shirt served as his gym uniform. He thanked the guys in their compliments on another well done show and joined in laughter at loud criticisms of ?Liberal jack asses?. Slipping through the doors leading directly to the weight room, he smiled at the relief of finally reaching his home from home. His massive size suggested he was born in the weight room, and this wouldn?t be far from the truth. Ted had been a football player all trough his youth, but he dropped the game in college and focused exclusively on pumping weights, academics and fine college girls.

Ted went right for the bench, setting up 600 pounds as a warm up. He had been the one to encourage the gym to purchase new weight sets and top of the line equipment. Sover?s willingly obliged, considering the free marketing of having one of the world?s most powerful men as a client. Chest day was his favorite, and he made every rep count. Ted?s pecs swelled to unbelievable proportion, his shirt becoming tighter as he pumped. Peopled tended to watch as he busted out set after set of nearly half ton weight levels, but he didn?t mind. Occasionally, his intense workouts caused him to get erect, and he would soon be proudly sporting a 13 inch hard-on around the gym as older guys averted their eyes.

Back in the locker room after an hour and forty-five minutes of intense pumping, Ted stood surrounded by other guys standing about 10 feet back in a ring as to avoid getting in his personal space. They stood and laughed and sought his opinion on just about every current topic; many of them struggled to keep their eyes focused on Ted?s upper half as he un-self-consciously removed his extra tight briefs and his massive cock swung heavily. Ted had to wear large white briefs normally suited for an obese man. His junk was normally too big to fin in anything else. With a dick that was 9 inches long and thick as a beer bottle when soft, and two balls the size of lemons, Ted needed all the support he could get from underwear.

He wrapped an extra large towel around his waist and excused himself as he headed for the showers. Ted soaped up his big body, taking time to deeply scrub his now fully pumped pecs and feel their size. Even his massive, calloused hands were small in comparison to the giant slabs of meat jutting from his torso. He could feel more definition rising in his muscle gut - an important item Ted was committed to improving. Froner was truly a god, for few men his age could ever even imagine having a body like his.

After a steamy shower, Ted quickly dried off and threw the towel into a waiting bin, deciding he had nothing to be modest about, and walked back to his locker with body glistening and cock swinging. On his way, he turned and saw Larry Goldberg, an aging Democratic lawyer. It was ballsy for Goldberg to retain membership at such a Republican dominated gym- considering that Larry was as liberal as they came. Ted got the idea to play his favorite game: genital dominance. He was not the first publicly known man to employ the tactic, he had learned that Lyndon B. Johnson too played genital dominance with foreign dignitaries and men of influence. Genital dominance wasn?t anything physical- it was all mental. Ted casually strode up to the seated lawyer, and a man not far down the bench quickly moved out. Larry turned his head and got a full frontal sight of Ted?s huge penis hanging thickly between huge, muscular thighs.

?Hey there Larry, old pal? Ted said smirking as the little shrimp struggled to raise his aging neck enough to see past two massive boulder-like pecs.

?Ted. How are you tonight?? Larry replied with a little hesitation in his voice.

?Hanging in there, thanks. Say, I wanted to hear what your office?s opinion was on the legality of this gun-debate?? Ted crossed his huge arms across his chest and leaned back a little, his cock dangling right before Larry and his two massive balls swayed lightly in the little free space they had to move between his gigantic thighs. He appeared like a living colossus before the small Jewish lawyer.

?Well Ted, I believe it is a mater left to the people of this country, and if opinion gathers??

?What? Are you ignoring the 2nd amendment and instead suggesting public laws being decided by a bunch of liberal dumbasses?? Ted now came closer to puny Larry, his thick cock almost touching the poor old man as he now stood over him directly. It was poor positioning Ted realized because he could hardly see over his own chest to glare down at Larry.

?Well Ted, I uh?well?? Larry mumbled, diverting his eyes for an instant to make sure Ted?s big flailing meat wouldn?t slap him.

The conversation, if you can call it that, continued for a minute before Ted decided he had enough and graciously left Larry?s company as if the two were close friends. Ted actually had little concern for gun laws- he didn?t even own a gun himself (no need). But it played well with audiences and that was most important. He received a couple of obliging nods as he swaggered to his locker, and stuffed his meaty body into a clean pair of titanic briefs.

* * * * * *

Ted made his way back to his 5 story Manhattan townhouse, constantly caressing his massive chest in his hands. Even though he had been a massive man since was able to lift weights, he was still amazed by his sheer size and thickness. At a traffic light, he slammed down a 20 oz bottle of Muscle-Milk- his fourth of the day. His diet consisted of 22,000 calories a day or more, and at least 200 grams of protein. In between meetings and filming, it felt like was always shoveling down food. Yet, he often felt hungry after an hour or so of a meal.

He glided his land yacht into his own personal parking spot under his mansion, and made his way to the front door. Ted?s home was almost like a museum- tall, gleaming columns of marble, checkered marble floor, paintings by famous artists decorated the walls. The art was purchased, with his money, by a gorgeous heiress he had fucked for a few months, and he knew little about them. On various mounts stood statues of the Greek titan Atlas, a personal inspiration for Ted.

Through the hall to the kitchen, his heavy footsteps echo mightily off the marble floors and 20 foot ceilings. The aromatic smells of Laura?s cooking filled his nostrils. Laura was his live in maid and cook, and not to mention, a current model who was trying make it in America. Of Mexican descent, she was a gorgeous woman whom Ted picked specifically for her looks, later rejoicing in her cooking abilities as well.

Ted, feeling confined in his ultra tight t-shirt (an xxl mind you), peels off his shirt and gently rubs his chest as he enters the kitchen. Lauren has her back turned, and upon turning to face Ted, she immediately lowers her eyes in a futile attempt to avoid attention. She is used to Ted being around the house with no shirt, displaying his massive and bulkily defined body unconsciously. He often makes passes at Laura, sometimes in jest and other times with serious intent. Laura has always refused Ted.

?Hello Laura. What you making tonight? Ted says, swaggering over to her slim frame and overshadowing the girl with his size.

?I?m making the lasagna, Mr. Forner?

?Laura, please. It has been 2 years now. You can call me Ted?

?Yes, Mr. Forner?

He laughs to himself.

?Mr. Forner??

?Yes??

?You have a visitor upstairs in your bedroom Mr. Forner. I tried to tell her that you would not be home for several hours, but she insisted. She even threatened to have me fired, Mr. Forner? Laura said with apology, knowing that the presence of Ms. Dawn would greatly upset Ted.

Without a word Ted puffed his chest and made his way for the grand staircase leading to the third floor and his deluxe master suite. Inside, Pam Dawn sat seductively on his California King bed, ideally turning the pages of a gossip magazine. Pam Dawn. Ted had helped her launch a career in ?journalism?, landing her a spot as a top news reporter for Knox News. In return, Ted had her perfect body whenever he wanted, and often demeaned her in the past by calling her into his office to suck his giant cock. It was a turbulent power struggle to say the least as Pam became more popular and eventually a news anchor herself. Soon Ted found himself asking her for favors when his network demanded he capture a large youth audience. It was her idea for him to accept the pop culture awards, and be photographed with his shirt off more often.

?Well, well. The succubus can?t get enough of old Ted. Sorry to disappoint, but I promised my load to a better woman tonight.? Ted said striding in with his pumped chest and gut leading the way.

She slowly raised her eyes and gave a mock look of pity. Casually she stood and approached him, placing her slim and pink polished fingers on his massive muscle gut. She struggled to look over his chest and up in to his eyes. ?Oh, Ted, save it. I didn?t come here to inflate your ego?

He stood motionless and allowed her to caress him. It was unusually, he felt, to not have a woman want to feel his body. ?Well what the hell did you come here for? And I?ll let you know now: I am not firing Laura?

She lightly chuckled. Removing her fingers and approaching the bed, she picked up a DVD and walked to the 64 inch flat screen, which was already cued up with the DVD player. Without a word she slid the disc in and it began instantly.

At first, Ted couldn?t understand why she had put it on. It was a girl in a low lit, luxury hotel room. She sat on her knees, giggling and conversing with a person off camera. Then Ted?s big body came into frame, his massive, 13 inch erection standing out obscenely. He was apparently drunk in the film, judging by the whiskey bottle he was liberally drinking from. After finishing the bottle, Ted casts it aside and all but pounces on the small girl, obscuring her from view with his wide back and ass. As he fucks her, the girl screams in, what assumes, is pure delight.

?So what Pam? I fuck a lot of girls. Oh no, are you going to release a sex tape of me?? he says sarcastically. ?People will eat the shit up. Hell, most guys even can?t get enough information about my cock?.

?Well Ted there is one problem. This girl is 16. That?s a felony in this state?

Ted immediately snaps back to the DVD player and observes as he effortlessly picks her up with a massive arm and fucks her while standing. She has her arms splayed back and balances herself on his big gut and chest. For the life of him, Ted can?t remember who the hell she was or when he fucked her. Like he said, he fucked lots of women and in every city he went to. It could have happened anytime.

?We have her statement claiming she was drunk and confused. We also have five other underage girls with the same story, and conveniently, video evidence to prove it.? Pam says demurely, checking her nails. ?Looks like you should have been more cautious with your cock Teddy.?

A set-up.

?What do you want Pam??

She smiles subtly. ?Let?s start by removing your pants.?

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by erinbbby

?man of the year? from the RNC, ?#4 on Time Magazine?s ?Most Influential People? list?, ?acknowledgement of esteemed gratitude, House Republicans 2011?, etc.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, was where I decided that Forner was an asshole, and no matter how sexy he might be I was not interested in reading even a single further word about his shenanigans.

[sexyactionnick]

Forner sounds hot, though this story wouldn't shrink my boner if Forner's secretary, maid, and other sexual conquests were men.

[arpeejay]

Originally Posted by tekuno

And this, ladies and gentlemen, was where I decided that Forner was an asshole, and no matter how sexy he might be I was not interested in reading even a single further word about his shenanigans.

Eh, I dunno. He should be due for one helluva comeuppance!

xoxo

Richard

[MuscleHintz]

Originally Posted by tekuno

And this, ladies and gentlemen, was where I decided that Forner was an asshole, and no matter how sexy he might be I was not interested in reading even a single further word about his shenanigans.

I believe Forner being a Republican is supposed to make the reader hate him, and when you find out he's ALSO an alcoholic child-fucker, it makes his punishment all the sweeter.

But that's just the way I read it. Forner's a dick (figuratively and literally) but this story's pretty great so far!

[inm]

Oh, this is a brave, brave author! make his protagonist a Republican, on a gay site! I read in disbelief..
I applaud errinboy for this move. This is true courage, my friends! Could this be a ploy to get moarrrr audience participation?

[Mad Dog]

Can't wait to see where this goes next!

[wolfpunk]

Really liked this story. I love how spoiled the character is, you made this guy darkly attractive. I dig the "dominance" part a lot. I also dig the writing style. A second chapter would be great.

[theardes]

:-)

Hope dies last.

[arpeejay]

http://www.facebook.com/arpeejay

[nnnrg]

So he's the anti-Rush? Interesting premise, but I hated him all the way through it, which is, I suppose. the intention.