Dynamics: Chad II

[Jus10Kase]

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Much thanks for the enthusiastic response to my first chapter. Sorry to those who kept on asking for updates, I had this chapter set on the back burner cause I wasn't really happy with the direction I first had in mind.

But I decided to suck it up, and now it's back. And if you don't already hate me for being away for so long, you'll definitely hate me now, cause this is mostly exposition.

But hey, at least you know it's not (completely) dead.

-Jus10
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It had been only several months since Chester had acquired his “new roommate.” And although he had expected it to be a frustrating and tumultuous relationship, life with Chad was strangely mundane at times.

Unlike his high-strung best friend, the blond beefcake didn’t flip out over dirty dishes or dust on the top shelves. Chad was content to spend his days laying on the couch, playing with the hair on his abs, just grinning even at a blank television.

To his surprise, there were even nights that Chad had spent locked up in his room, watching loud pornos or grunting through what Chester assumed to be “at-home-exercises.”

Charles, on the other hand, would have spent his free-time complaining about how his friend’s textbooks weren’t stacked parallel to one another on the coffee table.

But that is not to say that Chester thought of his newfound living situation as a complete improvement. He had encountered more than his fair share of “choice experiences” with the reader-turned-meathead, especially with Chad’s sexual frenzy three months ago.

For starters, the jock had developed a penchant for walking around “in the buff.” As if the constant exposure to Chad’s obsessively defined and chiseled torso wasn’t enough to make Chester want to blow his brains out, he also had to worry whether or not he’d have his eye poked out at kitchen table when Chad decided to bring his morning wood to breakfast.

It had also turned out that Chad was a bit of a prankster, or bully; Chester didn’t really care whatever the difference was, it was always just irritating to be honest.

On this particular night, following his daily run and a long evening of cleaning the university’s biology labs, Chester had managed to drag his tired body back to the apartment, literally heaving it upon his twin-sized mattress. He was so exhausted, even Chad’s loud and profane commentary from his gaming session down the hall wasn’t distracting.

But as the college student crashed upon his bed, he did find that something was, in fact, interfering with his ability to fall asleep.

There was a pungent smell from emanating from somewhere in his room, and despite having run a couple miles earlier, Chester just knew it couldn’t have been him. He sat up, and looked around, but nothing seemed to be amiss. Sure, he wasn’t the neatest person ever, but just because he didn’t find time to tidy up didn’t mean he lived in filth and squalor.

Chester sniffed around a bit more, and realized that the smell was definitely coming from around his bed. He got up, pulled off his blanket, but found nothing. It didn’t even smell when he held it to his nose. He went to check beneath his pillows, but as he lifted them up, he realized that they weren’t as densely fluffed as they should have been. Curious, Chester reached inside the case, only to pull out a handful of unlaundered gym socks and underwear all stuffed within the pillow.

“What the --” Chester wondered to himself.

He stared at the pungent undergarments for several seconds before he realized what else was wrong -- the clothes weren’t his. Shit.

“HOLY FU--, CHAD!” screamed Chester from his bedroom, “THIS IS FUCKING GROSS!”

Chester heard a deep, bovine laughter break out from down the hall, followed by the sound of fast, but heavy steps making their way toward the bedroom. Not finding the situation even remotely funny, Chester took each pillow case and emptied out its filthy contents onto his floor. Chad burst through the door laughing, the sound of his hand also slapping his thigh.

“HA HA -- DUDE,” he could barely contain himself, “Your scream, it was so fucki--”

Chester turned around to interrupt him, “NOT FUNN-- OH MY GOD, YOU’RE NAKED! WHAT THE FUCK, CHAD?”

Lo and behold, in the center of the bedroom stood a perfect specimen of American Prime Beef, completely naked save for a backwards baseball cap he sported on his head. And as it also turned out, the sound of slapping was not coming from Chad’s hand hitting his thigh, but something else.

“Uh. Of course I am, bro,” he said, still laughing, “I was in my room playing Call of Duty.”

“Fucking-A, Chad! You can stuff my pillows full of your shit, but you can’t even find the fucking decency to wear underwear around the apartment, much less my fucking room?” Chester was livid.

“Bro, it’s just a fucking joke, chill the fuck out!” said the stud, defensively.


“No!” replied the smaller one, gritting his teeth, “You -- just -- chill -- the -- fuck -- out!”

Chester began to take the clothes from the floor, and throw them at Chad to emphasize every angry word he spat. He aimed them at Chad’s face, as if he were trying to shatter the hunk’s delicately chiseled bone structure.

After making facial contact with a few socks, Chad slowly started to make his way toward his angry roommate, simply swatting away the oncoming projectiles aimed at him.

“Why’re you being such a little bitch? I said it was a joke!” asked Chad, staring downward.

Now that he was face-to-face, or rather face-to-pecs, with his prankster, Chester began questioning weather or not he should be regretting his course of action. He found himself facing off against the round fullness of his opponent’s chest, standing so close he could see the dusting of little blond hairs across them. They seemed even more pumped and intimidating than last time.

His courage subsiding, Chester frowned and decided to say nothing. He turned his head and gazed away.


“That’s what I thought,” scoffed Chad. “Little Ches-bitch.”

Chad made a quick step forward, as if to scare Chester with the threat of an attack. Chester however, failed to call this bluff, and responded by closing his eyes and instinctively flailing his fist in the direction of the taller man’s face. There was a bright smacking sound, and then silence.

Chester opened his eyes with a wince before opening them full way, Chad was still standing several steps back, rubbing his dimpled chin with a large hand. While he was not expecting to bring down his would-be assailant, Chester was disappointed that Chad looked more pissed then hurt.

But then Chad removed his hand from his chin, and there on the stud’s perfectly pouty mouth, was a small but bleeding gash.

Noticing the blood on his fingers, Chad raised aneyebrow, then snickered.

“Little fucker actually split my lip.”

“I -- uh -- oh, shit” stammered Chester.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

The next thing Chester knew, he was on the floor, his neck caught beneath Chad’s arm in a headlock. He tried to flail his arms around more, hoping to punch his way out, but the only thing his fists managed to do was resonate a dull smacking noise when landing upon the jock’s jagged obliques.

“Yeah, keep fighting, Ches-bitch You’re just getting me hornier,” taunted the muscle-head.

Chester paused from his wrestling and looked. Indeed, from within the confines of the grapple, he could see Chad sporting half a chubby, and it was slowly rising to full mast with every pump of the jock's rapid heartbeat.

“It’s been a while since I showed you what a real man is made of. Maybe it’s time I fuckin’ reminded you, brah.”

Chester panicked, and started writhing and wriggling, trying to break out of his hold. He absolutely refused to go through this, again.

“FUCK YOU, CHAD. FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING DUMB, BLOND, MUSCLE FUCK!” Chester screamed. He was now pounding his fists against the jock in earnest.

Chad cracked a smirk, raising the corner of his bleeding lip in cocky satisfaction.

“Yeah, get angry! Feeling that aggro? I always knew you had it in you, bro. Makes you feel tough, don’t it? Makes you feel alive! Let it out, you know you wanna! Let me hear it, bro!” chided Chad as he tightened his hold on Chester.

“Unnf -- Unnh ---AARRRGGHH!” Chester screamed, his voice reaching a quality of hoarseness that surprised even Chad.

Whether it was out of Chad’s encouragement or the desperation to free himself, Chester continued to feed into the anger. He kept on grunting in his struggle, feeling his face getting redder, voice getting rougher, and his punches landing harder. And the more Chad laughed at him, the angrier he got.

Finally, with sweat raining down forehead and his face caught in what seemed like a permanent scowl, Chester decided to end it the only sure way he knew how. He reached over, grabbed hold of the jock’s golden crown of pubes -- and pulled.

Chad screamed.

Almost immediately, Chester felt a slack in his captor’s hold. He slipped his head free, and crawled over to the opposite side of the room coughing and gagging out of relief and fatigue.

The two remained on floor, sticking to opposite sides of the bedroom, taking a couple minutes to catch their breath and nurse their “wounds.” However, in all the time that they spent there, not once did they take their eyes off each other.


Even after obtaining his freedom, Chester continued to stare down at his opposition with a feral, passionate defiance. As uncharacteristic as it was, Chester felt pumped, rowdy, and violent -- and Chad was right, it did feel pretty damn good.

In fact, it felt so good, Chester found himself sporting an erection, and boy was it weeping. And in his refusal to give Chad any sort of satisfaction, Chester sat with his knees to his chest, hiding his hard-on from Chad's line of vision.

But even unaware of this, Chad continued to stare back -- at first with a smirk, and then with a cocky shit-eating grin plastered straight across his face. He was taunting Chester, as if to say he knew something that the other did not.

“Fuck you,” Chester huffed.

“You’ve been saying that a lot lately, brah,” Chad laughed, finally deciding to dust-off his knees and make the effort to stand up. He walked over to Chester, cock bouncing up-and-down, and extended his hand.

Chester swatted away the offer, preferring to remain on the floor.

“I mean it,” he said, trying to sound threatening.


“I’m sure you do, little dude” Chester scoffed. “And maybe one day you’ll even get to.”

Chester just leered, seething.

“In the mean time,” Chad removed his baseball cap and ran his fingers through his wheat-colored hair. The little romp had gotten him to work up quite a sweat, “You better fucking watch yourself, Ches-bitch. Don't you dare do that, again.”

He placed the baseball cap onto Chester’s head, backwards, just as he had been wearing it himself. Chad laughed at the look of his angry roommate in his baseball cap, then walked away, closing the door behind him as he left.

For several more minutes, Chester continued to sit there, alone on the floor, erection weeping, wearing Chad's cap and scowling in silence. Then, he ripped the sweaty cap off his head and threw violently it at the back of his door.

“Fucker.”

Much later, Chad was flexing in front of the bathroom mirrors after a late night chest routine at the local 24-hour gym. His confrontation with Chester had left him a bit worked up, so he decided to channel that focus into a late night workout.

“Damn, look at that fuckin’ cleavage!” Chad mumbled to himself.

He traced the long-groove running up and down the center of his chest with a finger, and smiled proudly.

"Such a hot, dumb, muscle fuck..."

Chad had started to fool around, making each pec bounce independently, when he was interrupted by the sound of three over-enthusiastic jocks entering the locker rooms. He looked into the mirror and watched them saunter in, each of them screaming over one other in a contest of sheer volume.

Each of them was more jacked than the last, and all of of them were definitely bigger than hhim by at least 30 pounds. Perhaps he was just used to being the biggest guy in his apartment, but as he stared at them, Chad was reminded what a real meathead looked like.


“IT WAS ALL YOU, MAN! YOU TOTALLY HAD IT!” said one of them.

“NO, SERIOUSLY, I KNOW YOU WERE SPOTTING ME, JESSE” said the another.

“BRO. WHAT THE FUCK? I’M TELLING YOU--” their ringleader stopped mid-sentence when he realized the trio had company. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Pfft. Who the fuck are you?” Chad raised an eyebrow.

“I know you know who I am, fucker. You’ve been asking to jump in our sets for weeks now.” 


“Then why are you asking, Trevor?”


“It’s Travis, fucker.”


“I know.” Chad smirked. His cocky affect paired with his busted lip gave him a devil-may-care sort of appeal. “I’m just shittin ya.”

Travis looked furious, becoming the second person that night to stare at Chad with such ire. Travis furrowed his brows and closed in on the space between him and Chad. The latter found himself in a very familiar position; but this time both parties were of the same height and they were facing off eye-to-eye.

With defiance, Chad stared deep into Travis’ dark brown eyes. They were framed by long, dark lashes which contrasted against his skin’s fair complexion. But if there was anything else remotely effeminate about the 230 pound jock, it definitely stopped there.

Travis had ebony black hair, cut down to a buzz cut at just a quarter-of-an-inch. Unlike Chad’s hair which naturally styled itself into post-coital, bed-head tufts, Travis’ hair made him look like a testosterone-laden drone. His eyebrows were thick and broad, and his face was framed in a thin chinstrap “douche-beard.”

Looking at him, anyone could tell that the black haired jock didn’t live for much -- just eat, party, lift, and fuck. Life for Travis was obviously not complicated, and Chad found something about that strangely comforting.

After what seemed like several minutes of an alpha-male stand-off, Travis surprised Chad and cracked a smile.

“You’re a funny little dude, aren’t you?” said Travis.

“It’s Chad,” he replied through his teeth. Just cause he didn’t look like some genetically altered quarterback didn’t necessarily mean he was “little.”

“Listen Chad, how about you work-out with us for the rest of the week? Miguel and Jesse here have been watching you for the past couple months, and they think you have some serious potential.” proposed Travis.

“Last week you told me five makes a crowd.”


“Listen fucker, do you want in or not? We had a fourth, but he didn't make the cut -- it's a selective process. But as I said, you look like you have potential.”

“Sure, I’m down. Whatever.” Despite the indifferent response, Chad was quite enthusiastic. He had been waiting for this invite for the last several months, but he still knew he had to play it cool.

“Awesome, bro!” Travis clapped Chad on the back, “We’ll be turning that chest into a big ol’ pair of muscle tits in no time!”

Chad felt Travis grab the flesh of his pec and give a squeeze. Normally, he would have been more defensive about being called small, but compared to Travis, maybe he was. Also, it was nice having someone looking out for him, a bro that he could relate to -- not like that stuck-up dweeb back at the apartment.

Still, Chad couldn’t shake the feeling that he was supposed to be excited for another reason. Why had he been so eager to make it with these frat boys, anyway?

Chad continued his small talk with Travis as he opened his locker and packed his gear. They discussed their progress, their goals, and even Travis’ bout with tendonitis earlier that month.

“Had to lay off the shoulder for a couple weeks, it fucking sucked.” Travis said.

But just as Chad was about to reply, he looked over Travis’ shoulder and saw Jesse and Miguel huddled privately in the corner, talking quietly to one another as if they were hiding something. Curious, Chad continued to watch as Jesse opened his locker, dug through his bag, and discretely handed Miguel a very distinct looking vial -- a vial with the Verdant Dynamics logo on it.

Chad opened his eyes wide.


“Oh... fuck.” He muttered beneath his breath.

The sounds of heavy footsteps raced across an empty quad that night, as Chad found himself racing across campus back to his apartment. There was something familiar about this scene.

Seeing the vial reminded Chad of things, brought back flashes and glimpses of a life he thought he forgot. He couldn’t really string them together, but he definitely knew seeing a top secret company product in public was bad news. Maybe Ches could fix it.

Chad stormed through the door, throwing his bag on the ground screaming for his roommate.

“CHES, BRO, YOU HERE? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

There was no answer.

Chad made a frantic dash for Chester’s bedroom, and began knocking on the door. He found it slightly ajar, so he took the liberty of just stepping inside. However, no one was there.

“FUCK!”

The jock began making his way to his own room when just as he was about to grab the knob, the door opened for him. There in the threshold, he bumped into a very sweaty Chester, who was also still very naked -- save for the cap bequeathed to him earlier.

“Ches, what were you doing in my room bro?” Chad questioned.



“The FUCK look like I was doing? I was using your FUCKING dumb bells.” Chester snarled and clenched his fists.

Veins flared and snaked their way up the plane of Chester’s forearms and the slope of his biceps. They looked like that had gym pump going on, even on a scrawny kid like Chester.



“Whoa. Chill the fuck out, brah. You feeling okay? You don’t look too hot.”

Chester was more than just sweaty. He was looking exhausted and weary, like he was tackling the flu instead of just tackling the weights. Chad stared as the sweat beaded between Chester’s furrowed eyebrows, and as his Chest heaved with every deep breath.

“I’m feeling fucking AWESOME, actually. Or at least I was, till you came in screaming like a fucking pussy and totally fucked up my workout!”

It was the endorphin rush, Chester told himself, from the working out. He was feeling manic, and crazed, like he actually had a chance at taking on Chad. Fuck, he felt as if he could take on the entire fucking world right now.


“Look bro, I just needed--” Chad had started to reason, but Chester caught him off.



“You see, that’s the fucking problem Chad. You need, you always fucking need something from me. You treat me like shit, but you still need, need, need!”



Chester felt his anger consuming him. He reveled in need to express himself, and dominate any opposition -- by force if necessary. Just give into it, like Chad said, he thought to himself. Chester fought a smile a pleasure.



“Bro, listen...”



“NO. YOU FUCKING LISTEN.” Chester shouted, “I decided to take the initiative. I decided you’re going to repay me, so I started with taking your PS3 and this.”

Chester held up an empty Verdant Dynamics vial -- one of the few that Charlie had stolen from his internship.

Chad’s eyes opened wide.

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE?” Chad shouted.

“I’M LEVELING THE PLAYING FIELD, IS WHAT I’M DOING!” Chester retorted with a dark smile. He just couldn’t fight it anymore, he felt too good. He just had to.

He flexed his bicep in front of Chad, the striations flared beneath his skin as the muscle rose. Chester was starting to get that peak in his bicep that all those buff guys get.



“Fucking see that shit,” Chester showed off. “I’m becoming just like you.”

Chester started to flex his abs, they weren’t very big, but they were solid, taut, and starting to carve themselves into shape -- first as faint outlines, and then as cut definitions. He even started to grow in a V-section.



“Fucking like that, Chad? You’re responsible for this. I didn’t want to do it at first, but you forced me to become this!” Chester taunted.

The more he started to give into his anger, that darker part of himself, the more sensual he felt and the expressive he became. Like a switch that wouldn’t turn itself off, Chester continued to seep in the pleasure of knowing what he was about to come.

“You don’t understand, Chester!” Chad pleaded.

“Oh, don’t I?”

Chester traced the faint lines of his V-section with his thumbs all the way down to his plumping cock. Fuck this, felt amazing. He even started to laugh.



“I understand fuckin’ perfectly now! You said give into my rage, so I fuckin’ did. And you were right, it does feel good. Real good.”



Chester was now jacking his cock with full force, not caring that Chad was watching, actually taunting him with the show.

He closed his eyes and felt a warmth wash over him as he felt the fibers of his body swell, and his face squaring-off into pretty-boy jock features. He felt the slow widening of his cobra back and the rounding-off of his growing shoulders. The long curve of his quads and high arch of his calves began to accentuate the round shape of his powerhouse ass.

Chester’s now thick, pouty lips once again curled into a devious smile, and when he stared back at Chad, his eyes had shifted from a earthy brown to a shocking green.

“FUCK, I’m so fuckin’ diesel!” the would-be stud chuckled in a deeper voice.

Chester began to take the appearance of an athlete; a brawny neck grew tenaciously above a thickening chest, which in turn sat atop a slim but solid waist. Chester gave Chad a quick flex, followed by an over-confident sneer.

He could feel the hairs prickle out on his chest and down below his belly button. He felt them growing down his side burns, spattering across his cheeks in a 5 o’clock stubble. Signs of masculinity and pure testosterone that weren’t there previously, began to surface in Chester, and the burgeoning hunk relished in the moment as the as the drug consumed him.

“I can see you like it bro, it’s pretty obvious fuck-head.” Chester raised his eyebrows in the direction of Chad’s gym shorts. Lo and behold, like Chester, Chad was indeed starting to sport a boner.

“Getting off on see me jocked out?” Chester teased, “Well, when I fuckin’ weigh over 200 pounds, then we’ll see who’s fucking boss!”

Chad gave a deep sigh.

“What’s wrong, fucker? Finally realized you have to give up?” Chester taunted, still jacking his now girthy cock.



“Ches, bro, what you don’t get is that you’ve taken two doses.” Chad finally explained.



“Nah, I only took just this one.” replied Chester.



“No, you haven’t. I’ve been slowly dosing you smaller amounts of another vial, behind your back for these past two months.”



“YOU FUCKIN’ DID WHAT?” Chester flipped a shit.



And with that, Chester came.



[arpeejay]

Happy to see Part II! Fellow readers can find Part I here:

http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=21741

xoxo

Richard

[beard_ed]

Another great addition. Loved the backwards baseball caps, just makes them sound even hotter.

[Ragetiger]

I cannot wait to see what happens in the next part.

[AuraTwilight]

Oh god, please tell me part three comes faster than part 2! I have to see how Chester turns out! <3

[CallMeCrazy]

Really glad you continued! Can't wait to see where it goes next.

[LanceFan2001]

Thank you for that! That was AWESOME! Almost exactly what I had in mind for the wiki... well, no, not exactly.... I was thinking of having Chad chain up Chester to something and forcefeed him the stuff eventually breaking through the chains... but I like your way better! I'm the guy that added your story to the wiki... it's been one of my favorites, especially since I rediscovered it... It sets me off every time!

Please don't make me wait another year! Keep up the good work! And I never thought to look you up here... Sorry!

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by LanceFan2001

Thank you for that! That was AWESOME! Almost exactly what I had in mind for the wiki... well, no, not exactly.... I was thinking of having Chad chain up Chester to something and forcefeed him the stuff eventually breaking through the chains... but I like your way better! I'm the guy that added your story to the wiki... it's been one of my favorites, especially since I rediscovered it... It sets me off every time!

"The wiki"? Where's that? URL, please.

[tattcub]

Finally...Great sequel can't wait for the next one....

[Aronymous]

This is perfect, I love it so much! Thanks!
Can't wait for more, but please don't keep us waiting so long !

[LanceFan2001]

Originally Posted by tekuno

"The wiki"? Where's that? URL, please.

I refer to the NCMC wiki... http://www.eroticgayhypnosis.com/ncmc/scripts/wiki.php

[debate1]

When will part three be posted!!!!

[Aronymous]

Please more ?