New Story: Sanguis Dei

[V.R.Goh]

It's been a while since the MMG writing bug bit me. When it bit, this little gem was what came about. As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.

Chapter 1: The Journey Begins

Dominic sat in the library, hard at work on his paper for his anthropology class. The topic the class was assigned was to compare the ancient religious practices of numerous cultures and modern religious practices. The young communications major was not comfortable with the subject matter, an objection he had mostly because of his upbringing. Dominic’s parents were atheists, who often described religion as “fairy-tales for grown-ups.” In fact, his father was a member of a group dedicated to preserving the “wall of separation between church and state” which Thomas Jefferson worked into the first two clauses of the First Amendment. He (Dominic’s father) often had to watch his tongue among the more religious members, as he would often describe the Christian Bible as “less historically accurate than ‘The Lord of the Rings’ and more suited for kindling than reading.” Despite his father’s misgivings about religion, he was always respectful of the beliefs of others, and this passed on to his son.

While Dominic was in the library, doing more research for his paper, he came across an old reference to a Roman ritual called “Sanguis Dei.” Further research led to similar references from ancient Greek texts. As Dominic searched further, he found the complete ritual from an old Roman inscription. Since the text was in Latin, he could not read it, as he was barely able to remember basic Spanish. His roommate, Max, however, knew Latin very well. So, he made a copy of the ritual and brought it to his dorm room.

“Hey, Max,” he said when he walked into the room, “check this out.” Max, who was majoring in linguistics, took four years of Latin in the Catholic high school from which he graduated. Ironically, those four years of Catholic school were why he was an atheist. If anyone would be able to help Dominic, it was him. Max scrutinized the notes he was given, going over the translations.

“Hmm,” he began. “According to this, it’s a ritual designed to make a man into a god, hence the ritual’s title. Sanguis Dei literally means ‘blood of a god.’ It looks like the notes date back to around the time when the Romans abandoned their original gods like Jupiter and Juno and embraced monotheism.”

“I remember that one from Western Civ,” Dominic chimed in. “That’s when the state cult of Sol Invictus emerged.”

“Right,” Max continued, “the Unconquerable Sun. I’m willing to bet that the person who set himself up as Sol Invictus was the subject of this ritual, probably a citizen who wanted more power than the Senate would allow him to have, and you can’t get more powerful than an immensely powerful god.”

“You know,” Dominic mused, “I’m tempted to conduct this ritual myself.”

“I’m interested in doing the same myself,” Max agreed. So, the two got to work preparing for the spell. Little did either of them realize the effects this spell would have, not only on them, but on the world at large.


Chapter 2- From Man to God

After some thorough translation by Max, the two began gathering what they would need for the ritual of Sanguis Dei. According to the notes, they would need to inscribe a magic circle on the ground containing symbols for size, strength, virility, charismatic irresistibility, aesthetic beauty, physical attractiveness, and sexual prowess. Dominic would stand in the center while Max would stand outside of it and intone the background chant. Clearing as much space in their room as possible, Max drew the appropriate circle on the floor of their room with chalk. He thanked his lucky stars that the chalk washed out easily. Max taught Dominic how to pronounce the main chant for the spell, as the latter had never taken Latin before. Dominic, whose athletic physique displayed his years of swimming, was interested in seeing how this spell would affect him. At last they were ready, and the ritual commenced. While the larger man felt a strange energy fill him, he did not notice the slimmer Max sporting a half-erect penis. He was too engrossed in the odd sensations consuming him.

Max, on the other hand, was trying not to get hard and jack off to a mental image of Dominic as a massive muscle god while the ritual commenced. The young gay man was always turned on by muscular men, which was the only reason he would buy muscle magazines. The thought of his more muscular roommate swelling with rock-hard muscle before his very eyes from the very act of worshiping him made him want to jerk off on the spot. Max pushed these desires from his mind as they conducted the ritual.

The ritual went off without a hitch, though Dominic did not feel any different immediately afterwards. He did, however, have a strange dream that night. In the dream, he saw a massive figure, glowing as if from an inner light, seated on a throne and worshiped as a god. The god was superhumanly muscular and impossibly beautiful, so much so that it was almost painful to look at him. The slightest movement caused his massive muscles to bulge and flex obscenely. Beside the god were other figures, smaller than the god but much larger and more physically imposing than the supplicants. The god spread his arms wide and the supplicants rushed to him. With great fervor, the smaller worshipers began to show their adoration for their incarnate deity. Some stroked his bestial biceps, while others caressed his massive chest. A few serviced his tumescent cock, anticipating its alabaster offering.

The next day, the athletic college student looked in the full-length mirror on the back of their room’s door to notice that he seemed bigger and more muscular. For the first time in a while, he had the beginnings of a six-pack and his biceps bulged even more than previously. He seemed wider, thicker, and more solid than before, with more striations in his chest and shoulders. Dominic also found that he was able to bounce his pecs individually as well as in unison, something he could never do before. He flexed a double biceps, marveling at the increased size of his arms, just as Max walked in. His jaw nearly hit the floor.

“Oh God,” Max said with a gasp, “it worked. It actually worked.”

“Wait a minute,” Dominic responded with a shake of his head. “I don’t remember anyone worshiping me, so how could I have grown?”

“I don’t know,” Max began. “I was ju—Hold on. Just earlier, I was picturing how you would look as a massively muscular god and jerking off in the shower stall. Maybe, sexual acts while focusing on the would-be god counts as worship for the purposes of the spell.” Dominic sensed something in the back of his mind, but almost out of it. It felt like a combination of excitement and lust, and it seemed to emanate from Max. When Dominic explained this to his roommate, the latter started coming up with conclusions.

“It sounds like you’ve become empathic,” Max began. “Since the ritual uses ‘the worship that is the life-blood of the ancient gods’ and changes it into power for the one under it, being able to sense emotions seems like a logical result.”

“Well,” Dominic said with a shrug of his more muscular shoulders, “if I’m going to be able to turn lust into muscle, it helps to be able to sense it. I’ll bet that by the end of this whole thing, I’ll be big enough to sell muscle porn or something.” Suddenly, Max’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“I just got an idea.”

[msclundylvr]

NICE! Please, I hope the writing bug bites again soon!

[Hanugumo]

Personally I hope there will be a part 3 & 4 to this where things get sexier and hotter and where even Max gets some yummy muscles to boot.
But I guess we'll have to wait for the writing big to bite/sting you again. >;3 -releases millions of them in your room-

[mutador]

Interesting idea! Keep it up. I would welcome some godly super strength as well!

[2bored]

I really look forward to more. Thanks!

[V.R.Goh]

Here are chapters 3 and 4. Try and find the reference to a certain anti-gay church in this installation.

Chapter 3?Construction of the Temple

?I just got an idea,? Max said with a smile on his face. Dominic could sense the excitement coming from his roommate.

?What kind of idea?? Dominic asked. Max noted that his voice, while still his customary baritone, seemed to have something in it that drew him to want to hear his ensorcelled roomie speak more.

?Remember when the spell described how the act of worship was the ?life-blood of the ancient gods??? Max began. Dominic nodded.

?Well, as we both know,? he continued, ?a god or goddess that wanted worshipers needed a temple dedicated to him or her. Apollo had one in Delphi, Athena in Athens, you name it. The problem is that the power of such a deity would be limited to the amount of worshipers he or she could get. That is why the Greek gods had many temples, so they could reach many worshipers at once. Maybe, if we use modern technology, we can create a digital temple that would be accessed by millions of worshipers at once.?

?In other words,? Dominic concluded, ?pictures and videos of me flexing that could be viewed by people so that their lust and worship for me could make me stronger.?

?Exactly,? Max exclaimed. ?You would go from mere mortal to muscle god in a much shorter amount of time than if your ?temple? was just offline.? Dominic considered how many people had videos of themselves online flexing and figured that the fastest way to reach more worshipers was to go through with his buddy?s plan.

?All right then,? Dominic agreed with an enthusiastic smile. ?It?s time for this would-be muscle god to build his temple.?

They began setting up Dominic?s digital temple immediately. Max, being more experienced with social media than his more muscular friend, set up accounts on YouTube, Flickr, Facebook, Instagram, Blogger, and Twitter. He also set up an account on the Evolution Forum, using it as another platform for the pictures and videos. Each one used the same pseudonym: MuscleGod25. Videos on YouTube, along with pictures on Blogger, Flickr, and Instagram, would be advertised on Facebook and Twitter as well as posted on other websites that, like the Evolution Forum, were mainly focused on massive male muscle. With Max?s webcam and both of their smartphones (Dominic agreed to take some selfies), the ?construction? of Dominic?s digital temple reached the second phase: the creation of the pictures and videos themselves.

First, they took a cubic shitload of pictures. Most of them were of Dominic without his shirt. A few had him wearing a T-shirt or a ?wife beater.? More often than not, he was flexing his biceps and/or his abs. For the first week or so, it was just pictures in random places, including the school?s impressively furnished weight room. It was a good thing that the school spent a lot of money on the sports teams, especially the football team. When they weren?t snapping photos of Dominic, he and Max were shooting videos of him stripping and/or flexing. Eventually, they hypothesized that Dominic?s videos would include displays of superhuman strength, a moment for which the future muscle god could hardly wait. Somehow, it felt right to him; he felt good when he was in front of the camera, knowing that others would be falling over themselves for his burgeoning muscles. It was almost like he was made for this role. While they carried out this plan, they went about life as usual, albeit with more of an emphasis on displaying his physique.

After the first two weeks, Dominic found his size and strength increasing by leaps and bounds. It seemed like Dominic?s physical strength was increasing at more than ten times the rate of his size. Not one week after beginning ?construction? on his digital temples, his maximum bench press was five times higher than someone of his size should be able to lift. Max also noticed that, during one particularly intense workout, his muscles felt like granite wrapped in velvet. The duo theorized that his muscular density was increasing along with size and strength, which would also account for the extra power. As the number of his followers on the various social media outlets increased, so too did the rate at which Dominic grew. There wasn?t a moment when the swelling muscle man did not feel his muscles becoming thicker, bigger, and stronger. It was so arousing, he had a near-constant hard-on.

At the same time, Max was pleasuring himself to the mental image of Dominic?s apotheosis more and more. It was all he could do to keep from sucking on his roommate?s cock then and there at times. Multiple times, Dominic would walk in on his roommate masturbating; more and more, the burgeoning stud would simply let him continue. Finally, he couldn?t take it any more; he decided that he would start actively worshiping his muscle god. One night, when the two were just chilling out, Max took action.

?Dom, I can?t resist any more,? Max blurted out. ?I would love to worship you while you flex out of your clothes.?

?Wow,? Dominic said, taken aback, ?you?re really into all this muscle, aren?t you?? The larger man was thoroughly surprised by his roommate?s passion and enthusiasm.

?Like you wouldn?t believe,? he responded. ?I wish I could have half the muscle you have, but I get shy in the gym. I never go more than once a semester before the sight of all that beef intimidates me, so I just jerk off to various muscle pictures online.? It was the first time that Max had admitted that to anyone. Dominic could feel the relief from Max, as if a great weight was lifted from the young man?s shoulders. Suddenly, Dominic had an idea.

?Say,? he said, ?how about this? You go to the gym on a regular basis, and I?ll give you pointers on exercise and diet. Then, you can worship me daily in person. Sound good to you??

?Does it ever?? he blurted out. ?Um, could we, like, start now? You already look like you?re about to burst out of those clothes right now.? Dominic could sense his young worshiper anxiously desiring to fulfill this wish of his.

?Sure,? he said with a smile that made Max weak in the knees. Dominic raised his arms out to his sides and slowly bent them at the elbow. He began to slowly and seductively flex his burgeoning biceps. The fabric of his T-shirt creaked in protest, almost begging to be spared this onslaught from his growing body. But there was no stopping the reveal of his powerful body. Ever so slowly, the sleeves which dared to sheathe his guns ripped to shreds, peeling back like a banana peel. At the same time, a large vertical tear was forming down the front of his shirt, revealing the long seam created by his pecs and abs.

?Oh, fuck,? Max sighed as Dominic burst his sleeves through the force of his biceps alone. This was his fantasy made flesh: to see a thickly-muscled stud burst from his clothes using nothing but sheer brawn. Every tear of Dominic?s clothes was as orgasm-inducing to the smaller man as stroking his own dick. The sheer power that it would take to flex oneself naked was, to Max, the hottest thing ever.

Dominic continued to flex out of his clothes, going through every bodybuilding pose he knew and turning it up to eleven. A lat spread created a loud pop that signaled the end of the back of his shirt. Max knew that this second rip was a second tear down the back, similar to the one in front. A quick crab pose, punctuated by a bestial growl from Dominic, created two more tears, this time along his upper back on either sides of the vertical tear down his spine. Dominic slammed into a most muscular, bringing every muscle into bold relief. At once, the collar of his shirt snapped in multiple places, reducing the remains of his shirt to tattered scraps of fabric. Max moaned in ecstasy as Dominic destroyed the shirt without laying a single finger on it. Dominic tore the offending fabric away from his body as easily as one would rip a wet napkin. He let the fabric that once caged his thickly-muscled torso fall to the ground like autumn leaves.

?You like that, buddy?? Dominic asked with no small amount of bravado. His empathy told him the answer before Max?s mouth could even say it.

?Yes, my muscle god,? he said emphatically. Dominic smiled, causing Max to sigh contently. While Dominic was quite surprised that his roommate used that particular phrase, he did not show it. With a swift yank, he ripped his pants off of his thickly-muscle legs, revealing them in all their glory. With gusto, the fledgling muscle god hit a most muscular that blew the smaller man?s mind. Max?s breathing quickened as his moans became louder, becoming lost in the sexual bliss.

?Oh, Dominic,? he moaned, ?this is so fuckin? hot. I?m gonna cum. Uhh, uhh, Oh, God, YES!? With a shout of sexual ecstasy, Max came. He did not need to even touch himself to cum to his muscle god?s beautiful body. He was in heaven with Dominic as his object of devotion, of worship, and the latter would only get more godlike as time went on.

Chapter 4? Call to Worship

Throughout the next few weeks, Dominic grew, not only in size and power, but also in popularity. The bigger he got, the more people wanted him. Everyone on campus knew him by face, if not by name. There was hardly a straight woman or gay man who could resist his sexual advances. If that were not incredible enough, even the most heterosexual of men were behaving not unlike their gay counterparts towards him. At first, they would simply be a little more ?hands-on? with him, maintaining contact with his expanding muscles longer than necessary. However, as time went on, this behavior would evolve to downright infatuation; for reasons unknown to both parties involved, straight guys would admit to finding Dominic very attractive. If the attraction was not spoken out loud, it was made apparent by the tents that always seemed to form in the pants of the guys that saw Dominic. For some, it would motivate them in the gym, while others would simply pine away for him and wish for more time with the object of their secret affections.

Dominic and Max took all of this in, and were blown away. Everyone on campus, straight or otherwise, was starting to throw themselves at the growing muscle man. When Brett McIntyre, the captain of the football team and arguably the most hetero guy on campus, admitted to wanting to be fucked by Dominic, the duo knew that he was virtually irresistible. Shortly after this confession, Brett took Dominic to the locker room and, under the spray of the showers, worshiped the latter, finally offering his ass to the swelling muscle man. Unbeknownst to Brett, every one of the jock?s sex partners had worshiped at the temple of Dominic. Brett?s submission to Dominic?s superior physique and charisma officially made the latter the new big man on campus. Afterwards, Brett would often meet up with his muscle god for worship and sex.

During all of this, Dominic and Max would work out together in the school gym, something that, for Dominic, was just for show. The two were convinced that their constant fucking had ramped up Max?s gains, as he was putting on muscle like it was going out of style. As Max grew in size and muscularity, he started to wear short-sleeved and sleeveless shirts more often. His confidence also increased, due to his improved physique. This was evident when he started going shirtless around the dorm more often. While his own physique still paled in comparison to Dominic, he was very much improved over his previous state.

As with his classes, Dominic and Max would use the gym and the quad to pick up new worshipers and/or sex partners. The duo referred to this as ?making the rounds,? an event that happened on a daily basis. Whenever Dominic made the rounds, he would make sure to wear a shirt that highlighted his muscles, usually a sleeveless T-shirt that hugged his toned torso like a second skin, and a well-fitting pair of jeans. If he was in the gym, the jeans would be replaced by a pair of basketball shorts and he would forgo the shirt. Since the soon-to-be god of muscle was virtually irresistible, he always had a new worshiper and/or sex partner every night.

A week or so after Brett became Dominic?s most popular devotee, Max was approached by a classmate of his. Carlos Ordo?ez, a quiet kid originally from Puerto Rico, was a computer science major and Max?s close friend.

?Max,? he began, ?I have a favor to ask.?

?Sure buddy,? he agreed. ?What?s up??

?Do you think, um,? he said bashfully, ?that you could introduce me to Dominic? I really think he?s fuckin? sexy as hell.? Max was taken aback by this confession.

?That?s a first for you,? Max said, raising one eyebrow, ?since you?re asexual.? As long as Max and Carlos have known each other, the latter has never expressed any form of sexual attraction for anyone. It was something that was extremely rare among people.

?I know,? Carlos exclaimed. ?I can?t explain it. I have never felt this way about anyone before, ever. But, all of a sudden, your roommate is so impossibly hot to me. I mean, that face, those eyes, especially that fuckin? smokin?-ass body of his. He must be super-strong or something to be that huge. If he is, that would beyond hot.?

?Okay, buddy,? Max said with a smile. ?I?ll set it up.? In his mind, Max was flabbergasted. Dominic had used his godlike muscles and irresistible charms to turn the straightest of men into a drooling muscle-whore, and now he has done the same to an asexual man.

?I?m tellin? ya, Dom,? Max said when he got back to their room, ?you?ve officially become a veritable force of nature. Carlos Ordo?ez is wrapped around your little finger. I think he just gained some kind of super-strength fetish or something.?

?Carlos!?? Dominic said, shocked. ?Asexual Carlos??

?Yeah,? Max answered. ?I had the same reaction. That spell of ours is taking on a life of its own now. I doubt there?s anyone in the world that could resist you. Between the videos, the pictures, and your worshippers here on campus, myself included, you?re on the fast track to becoming a literal god of muscle, sex, virility, masculinity, and power. God, Dom, it makes me hard just thinking about it.?

?Hold on there, little buddy,? the growing Dominic said with a chuckle. ?There?s plenty of time for our own fun. We can have Carlos come tonight so he can see me in person.? Just then, Dominic snapped his fingers. ?I have an idea.?

?Which is?? Max began, deliberately letting the phrase trail off.

?How about,? he began, ?you and Carlos worship me together? I?ve wanted to have more than one person worship me since we cast the spell; plus it gives me an excuse to test out how superhuman my strength really is.? Max emphatically agreed. He couldn?t refuse Dominic anything, even if he wanted to do so. Almost immediately, he called Carlos and told him to ?come over tonight to meet Dominic.? Soon after Max set up the meeting with Dominic?s asexual worshiper, the steadily growing muscle god headed to the junkyard and picked up a few pieces of rebar to bend.

That night, Carlos walked across campus to Dominic and Max?s dorm as fast as he could. Since it was Friday night, he knew that most of the rooms, if not all of them, would be empty. Few of the students ever stayed home on Friday and Saturday nights, as there was usually at least one off-campus party involving copious amounts of alcohol. The only thing on the young asexual man?s mind was Dominic, the massively muscular god among men that had enraptured him with his physique and charisma. It was all he could do to maintain enough composure to walk in a straight line.

Within minutes, he was standing outside the door to Max and Dom?s room. He was almost giddy; his god waited behind that door. His erect cock throbbed with anticipation and blood as he knocked. The door opened, and the two roommates stood there in their skivvies. Dominic wore a pair of gold swim briefs that, combined with his inhumanly ripped torso, made him look like Rocky from ?The Rocky Horror Picture Show,? while Max simply wore a pair of black boxer briefs. The pieces of rebar that Dominic had procured were sitting in a neat pile next to his bed. Carlos tentatively entered the room and a boxer-clad Max closed the door behind his friend. Dominic, naked but for a pair of boxer briefs that made him look like he was smuggling a sausage in the front, looked at Carlos. He could sense the feelings radiating off of Carlos: awe, incredulous shock at the size and power of the god standing before him, and, most of all, desire to worship this divine being. Dominic zeroed in on that desire, that passion that he felt from Carlos and Max. As he did, he could feel his thick muscles drinking it in, causing them to swell with power. Dominic smiled, and Carlos immediately moaned with lust.

?Hello, Carlos,? the god intoned. The young asexual worshipper felt those two words thunder through him, centering on his crotch. As if his very presence didn?t bring Carlos to full erection, the god?s very voice would have been enough to give him a mind-blowing orgasm. Dominic knew that, if he wanted to, he could make the young man?s cock erupt right then and there with one more word.

?H-hello,? he managed to say. ?God, you?re so fuckin? hot. You?re like a fuckin? god.?

?You want to worship me, Carlos?? Dominic asked, even though he already knew the answer.

?Yes, my muscle god,? Carlos responded with the reverence that one would give to an embodiment of a deity. He could feel his cock pulsed beneath his clothes, aching for release. It was all he could do to remain on his feet; he desperately wanted to drop to his knees and jerk off in worship of the god before him.

?Strip down to your underwear,? Dominic ordered. Carlos nearly ripped his clothes to shreds getting them off. He couldn?t strip fast enough. In the space of a few seconds, every article of clothing he wore, except for a pair of black briefs, was in a pile in one corner. His modest 6? erection pushed against the fabric of his briefs.

?Now you may worship your muscle god,? Dominic said. Both worshippers, their minds enthralled by their god?s power, began to stroke his muscles in awe. The whole time, Dominic fed off their desire. Their feelings were ambrosia to him, making him even more powerful. The whole time, they vocalized their worship.

?God, how can anyone be so fuckin? hard?? ?Fuck, your biceps. They?re bigger than my head.? ?These pecs feel like steel plates wrapped in silk.? ?Look at these abs. I could use them to grind cinderblocks into powder.? ?I haven?t seen any trees as thick as these monster quads.? ?God, Dominic! You?re a fuckin? god! Oh, fuck!? As Max and Carlos voiced their praises for their muscle god, Dominic drank it all in. The feeling of his semi-divine muscles growing was so intoxicating, he knew that no amount of drugs, legal or otherwise, would equal the ?high? he felt when they swelled with power.

?Fuck, Dominic,? Carlos said with unbridled passion, ?You?re fuckin? huge. You must be, like, super-strong or something.? Dominic smiled as he subconsciously bounced his pecs.

?Wanna see how strong I really am?? He asked his worshipers. Both nodded emphatically. Dominic grabbed one of the pieces of rebar and, in one swift motion, bent it into a pretzel as if it was made out of clay. The steel screeched in futile protest as he exhibited his superior strength. Tossing it to the side, he grabbed another and asked, ?What do you wanna see me do to this one??

?Please, my muscle god,? pleaded Carlos, ?break it in half.? Dominic was riding the wave of his new worshiper?s newfound desire to see a superman in action. With a slight grunt of effort, he yanked on the bar and pulled it apart like taffy. With his bare hands, he crumbled the bits of metal into a wad and tossed it with the bent bar. The sensation of his superhuman muscles imposing their dominance on steel made him feel even more euphoric than ever before. Such an elated feeling of power, combined with the lust and desire sensed by Max and Carlos, gave him as much pleasure as the sight of what appeared to be a human being, but was obviously superhuman, bending steel gave the two worshipers.

?God, Dominic, you?re so fuckin? hot, I have to cum,? Carlos said, snapping Dominic out of his reverie. ?May I cum to you, master?? Max had the same pleading look on his face that his friend displayed; he wanted to cum in worship of his god. Dominic learned to love the feeling of lust when someone was cumming to his body; that was when the emotions were at their peak. Suddenly, Dominic grabbed the remaining pieces of rebar and hit, or rather, slammed a most-muscular, bringing every muscle into bold relief and growled, ?Cum for your god.? At the same time, he crumbled the steel into a ball as if they were sheets of paper. The worshipers moaned as they came simultaneously, drowning in their synchronized orgasms. They had not even touched themselves, for both knew that such an action was not necessary to have an orgasm with Dominic. As their cocks sprayed their alabaster offerings, their moans rang a high tenor in tune to the guttural baritone of Dominic?s groans of pleasure. Their own lust and pleasure, combined with his previous displays of his muscles and strength, sent him over the edge along with them. A low roar escaped his lips as he came.

He could feel his body becoming bigger, stronger, denser, more beautiful, more godlike, and more irresistible, and he loved it. He also began to sense something else, something different. It seemed like a kind of link to other people, other worshipers who adored his body. He could sense the lust of a woman in Detroit who divorced her husband of ten years for infidelity. She bit her lip to keep from waking the neighbors with her moans. He also sensed her husband, who jerked off to Dominic?s digital image as his younger girlfriend/personal assistant slept. He felt a man in Miami?s South Beach discover that he was not as ?super-straight? as he thought. The young heterosexual had always wondered why he was always hard during a workout, and now he thinks he found a reason as to why. His mind locked in on a lonely gay man in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn who had always loved big, muscular guys but could never talk to one, for fear of embarrassment or worse. He sat in his apartment worshipping his distant god, with his left hand on the mouse and his right on his crimson cock, a box of tissues nearby.

Dominic?s mind reached an ultra-conservative pastor in rural Oklahoma, who had long condemned homosexuals and the society that tolerated them to everlasting torment. The fire-and-brimstone preacher seemed to secretly revel in Dominic?s swelling muscles and inflating cock, praying to his God that no one, especially his parishioners, discovered his hypocrisy. This would be especially damaging to his reputation, considering that roughly 90% of his flock consisted of his relatives. He felt a bi-curious college freshman in Los Angeles run into the shower to jerk off a load after watching one of Dominic?s videos. From there, his senses zeroed in on a trio of thickly-muscled, bisexual men in Kiev masturbating to the image of what they wished to be. His mind kept bringing him around the world to his worshippers. London, Paris, Sydney, Beijing, even Kabul and Kuala Lumpur had secret digital temples to him. He was there with them, inside of their minds, drinking of their desire and lust for his muscles. He was before them in all his glory, displaying the full, awesome power that their god wielded. He was close, very close to apotheosis, and he couldn?t wait to experience it in its full cum-spurting glory. For that moment, he had a taste of what awaited him when he achieved godhood.

[2bored]

Fantastic! Can't wait for more. I don't think everyone realizes that you posted a new chapter in this thread.

[Proteus]

Inventive growth mechanism. Do you plan on updating this thread or creating a new one for further parts?

[V.R.Goh]

Chapter 5– Gathering the Flock

The next day, while still bathing in the afterglow of the three-way fuck that resulted from the worship session with Max and Carlos, Dominic was checking his email when he came across a message. It was from an address he had never seen before, with “Praises to MuscleGod25” as the subject line. This must be from one of my video subscribers, he thought as he opened the email. As he thought, it was from a subscriber/worshiper. The message read as follows:

Dear MuscleGod25,
We have not met in person, but I am one of your loyal worshipers. My name is Brandon, and I am in love with your godlike physique. When I saw your videos two weeks ago, I came within two minutes, all without touching my cock. Immediately, I shared the video with some of my friends, and we have all subscribed to your channel. However, that is not enough for us. We would like to see our god in person.
To that end, I would like to bring you to my secluded estate for a private worship session, where we, your loyal devotees, would show you our adoration and love for you, our god. As I am very wealthy, money is not a problem. I can easily arrange your travel needs, whatever they may be. I will even pay you for your services. Simply let me know, and I will be glad to provide you with what you need.

Your worshiper,
Brandon Talbot

Dominic knew that some of his worshipers were rich, but he never thought that one would be a reclusive billionaire. Brandon Talbot was known in the area as a super-rich recluse who inherited his wealth from his parents. While maintaining money in the stock market, he kept up his billions. Not much was known about his personal life, as he was rarely seen outside of the walls of his palatial hideaway. Many rumors persist about the real Brandon Talbot, including one about him being a pansexual drag queen from another planet and another about weekly circle jerks to gay porn. It seemed that there was more than a grain of truth to the latter. At the bottom of the email was an address somewhere in the area. After searching the Internet, he found the address to be about ten miles from campus, in an area off of a side road a mile from town. Surrounding the area was a large forest with enough of a clearing for a mansion. A narrow, tree-lined road led right to the street. Dominic wrote a response to Brandon which read thusly:

Dear Brandon,
I appreciate your devotion and desire to worship me, and I gladly accept your offer to bring me before you. If it is possible, we can meet this coming Saturday at 3pm, that you may see me in my full glory. Hopefully, this can become a regular thing.

Sincerely,
Dominic, a.k.a. MuscleGod25

As Dominic sent off the email, he could sense Brandon worshiping him through one of his videos. The young muscle god-in-training focused on this wealthy worshiper, seeing him through his mind’s eye. He was slim, with a runner’s physique and an average-sized prick. Brandon had a surprisingly defined six-pack, owing to his naturally low body fat. Dominic was quickly becoming adept at this particular aspect of his powers. Each time one of his worshipers watched his videos, he would focus his mind on one at a time. Earlier that morning, the trio in Kiev was jerking off to a mental image of him in the sauna of their gym. By performing this psychic maneuver which he later found out was called bilocation, he saw how impressive their physiques currently were.

According to Brandon, they would conduct their worship of Dominic by the in-ground pool, where the afternoon sun would best highlight their god’s massive frame. Dominic was impressed by the size of the estate when he parked his car. Brandon had asked for Dominic to “burst from your clothes like in your second video and reveal your godlike body in all its glory.” One had expressed a desire to see the extent of his strength. He had spent so many weekends naked that it was strange to be clothed on a Saturday. A white T-shirt clung to his titanic torso like a second skin, while his jeans may as well have been tights that were a size too small. He made sure not to flex too much so that he could savor their reactions to when he burst out of his clothes merely by flexing. Since it was likely that the fledgling young muscle god would burst from his clothes prematurely by driving, Max agreed to be his god’s chauffeur. The young worshiper could hardly bear to be apart from his god, and he had a feeling something wonderful was going to happen.

No sooner had they stepped up to the door than it was flung wide open and a slim young man stood inside. This was Brandon, exactly as Dominic’s mind’s eye showed him. He was wearing a pair of green swim trunks and little else. Dominic tried his best to act the part of a muscle god who desired worship.

“Brandon Talbot?” he asked laconically. The wealthy recluse’s jaw dropped as he beheld his muscle god in person.

“Welcome, my muscle god,” Brandon said reverently, but nervously. “I’m glad you could bless us with your divinely powerful presence. Please, follow me. My friends and I can’t wait to see you in action.” Brandon gestured inside and, with the duo right behind him, walked towards the pool in the rear of the mansion. Along the way, Dominic could sense Brandon’s nervousness, as well as the anticipation coming from his friends and the lust from them all. He knew that his clothes would not survive this encounter, which is why he was smart enough to bring a spare outfit in the back seat of his car.

“If I may ask,” Brandon began, “who is your friend?”

“This is Max,” Dominic responded. “He is my, uh, my acolyte.” Max seemed puzzled by this. Acolyte? he thought. All of a sudden, he heard Dominic’s voice in his head.

Every god needs priests, Dominic told Max telepathically. Since you were my first worshiper, I figured you could also be my first acolyte.

You’re really enjoying this telepathy thing, aren’t you? Max continued with a sidelong glance at his massively muscular roommate.
Wouldn’t you? was the response. Max nodded a silent assent. Dominic did seem to enjoy using his new-found psychic powers. In a short amount of time, Max noticed great improvements in Dominic’s control of them. One time, Dominic took the lust that Max felt from sex and, combined with his own, reflected it back to create a perpetually orgasmic response in both. The two were in the throes of orgasm, both physical and emotional, long after they had finished cumming.

As the trio exited the house at the poolside, Dominic could feel the awe and lust radiating from Brandon and his friends as easily as he could feel the heat of the sun on his face. He reveled in capturing the attention of an entire room of people by simply entering it. It was all he could do to keep from bursting his clothes right then and there. In front of the waiting crowd of worshipers lay a few iron barbells. Dominic could sense that these were placed there for him to demonstrate his vastly superior strength. Brandon took his place with his friends, his cock forming a noticeable bulge in his shorts. He could almost hear their requests in his mind, but it mostly came in the form of telepathic images. There was one unifying image that flashed in his mind: a scene from one of his videos where he burst out of his clothes by flexing. Coupled with this image, there was a sense of pleading, as if they were wordlessly saying, “Please do this for us.” Dominic would have to tell Max about this new psychic development when they got back. Filing this stray thought away, the ensorcelled mega-muscleman decided to grant their mental request immediately. Max took his place among Brandon and his friends as they basked in the full muscular glory of their god.

“So,” he said haughtily as he raised his right arm, “you wish to see a god?” He rehearsed this speech in his head on the way to the mansion and knew how he would pose and when. Bending his arm at the elbow, he flexed his biceps, slowly and seductively tearing the sleeve. The silence was impregnated by their feelings of awe and shock.

“This is just a taste of what I have to offer you,” he said as he mirrored this pose with his left arm. “How many men do you know with arms so huge, they gotta be registered with the NRA?” He continued to hold the pose as his sleeves burst off. Every one of them was pitching tents in their groins from their lust for him. Dominic gave one final front double biceps, a grunt emphasizing the pose. Bringing his arms to his waist, he prepared to hit a lat spread. A loud tear signaled that his shirt split down the back.

“Rrrgh,” he growled as he spread his wide back to greatly resemble a manta ray. “I’m so fuckin’ wide, I have to turn sideways just to fit through doors. Wanna bet I could fly on these fuckin’ wings?” He held each pose for longer than he did in the video, allowing them to drink in the sight of him. He knew that, if he wanted, he could make them cum with one pose. However, he wanted to savor the moment, getting as much worship from them as possible. The wealthy worshipers started moaning and gasping at each pose. From here, clasped his hands at his navel and tensed his chest, bring the striations of his chest into bold relief. A horizontal rip formed across the top of his chest, reaching across the front of the shirt from seam to seam. This tear joined with the pre-made cut in the center of his collar, just under his Adam’s apple.

“I know you want to worship all this beef,” he said with a growl. “You want this, worshipers?” Their answers, while using different words, conveyed the same meaning.

“Yes, my muscle god!” “More than anything!” “Oh, fuck yeah!” Dominic was getting hard himself from all of this attention. The one thing that made him harder than being this massively muscular was getting others just as hot and bothered from his physique. The hornier he made his worshipers, the hornier he became, which in turn made him want to show off his muscles and strength even more. It was a vicious cycle that he loved. Dominic grabbed his shirt at the front and, in one swift motion, tore the offending fabric from his godlike torso. Veins and striations covered his now-exposed upper body, accented by a light sheen of sweat. He then proceeded to hit a number of poses: front double biceps, side chest, lat spread, and rear double biceps. When he flexed his abs and legs, the jeans that had been barely managing to contain him gave in to the superior power that Dominic wielded. With a loud pop, they burst from his sequoia-like legs. Dominic stood amidst the tatters of cloth, naked as the day he was born, his thick cock standing at attention like a soldier. Every crotch suddenly produced a dark stain of cum.

“These muscles aren’t just for show, you know,” he said with a smile as he eyed the barbells in front of him. He picked up one, knowing roughly how heavy each one was. The rough texture of the hand grips was hardly noticeable to Dominic, as his skin had become seemingly impenetrable. In one swift motion, he twisted the metal bar into a U-shape.

“Even steel bends to my will,” he boasted as he did so. He reveled in the moans and lust that radiated from his worshipers as he displayed the superiority of his own superhuman muscles to the steel before him. Changing his grip on the bar, he then crumpled it into a wad as one would do to a sheet of paper. He continued this demonstration with each barbell, twisting it into odd shapes and then mashing them into balls of steaming steel. When he had finished with these, he gathered them all together and, in a few moves, crushed them all into one mangled mass of metal. During this demonstration, every one of his worshipers were either moaning with lust or shouting praises for their god. Dominic then tossed the wad of metal to one side, bringing them a big finish.

“Come,” Dominic said as he spread his arms in a welcoming gesture, “come and feel the power of your god.” His new worshipers wasted no time in rushing to their god, that they might feel and touch him to know that such a being was real. Hands explored every inch of his physique, from his Brobdingnagian arms to his adamantine six-pack. Mouths suckled on the nipples of his Herculean chest as some pleasured his erect ramrod. The whole time, they vocalized their awe and lust for him.

“God, you’re so hot!” “So fuckin’ huge, I could cum again!” “Please, Massive One, show us the way!” Dominic could feel their love, their lust, and their worship making him even more powerful than before. The emotional fuel for his super-powerful physique came to him from around the world almost at once, increasing his power a thousand fold. He was practically glowing with an inner light from his powers. That’s when he got an idea.

“Soon, my worshipers,” he said, “I will guide your lives, that you may remake yourselves in my image. For now, let’s fuck!” He hardly noticed the slight reverb in his voice that emerged because of the increase in power, so engrossed was he in the moment. He pulled Brandon close to him and, ripping off his cum-stained shorts, began to fuck the daylights out of him. By the time he was done, Brandon was unconscious from lust, filled and covered with his god’s super-spunk. He repeated this process with each of the others, filling and covering them with his seed. As he fucked, he could feel himself becoming much more than human, transcending the definition of humanity while remaining human in appearance. As the last of them past out in their god’s cum, Dominic felt himself ascend to godhood. While the sun had set moments ago, a golden light radiated from Dominic almost as bright as the sun. The unconscious worshipers were bathed in the warm light from their god as they slept. Dominic meanwhile was momentarily lost in the sensation of his final transformation; the young super-stud was experiencing his apotheosis.

As the full moon rose that night, its pale-silver light illuminated a scene that would forever remained etched in the minds of those present. Max, Brandon, and Brandon’s friends awoke to bear witness to Dominic’s completed apotheosis. Their god stood there in all his hyper-muscular glory, radiated a soft golden light. His hair shimmered like burnished copper, while his skin seemed like gold-tinted silk. His superhuman physique gave him the appearance of a heavyweight bodybuilder, but with the physical might to match or even exceed the combined might of 100 powerlifters. As the glow from their god faded, being mentally tethered by its master, Dominic turned his beatific face toward his worshipers. His eyes briefly seemed to be luminescent pearls with no visible pupils, but they slowly took on a blue more intense than the ocean.

“Dominic?” Max asked, still groggy from his pleasant repose. “Is that… really you?” The incarnate god nodded and smiled. Strength was encased in his flesh and love shone from his brow.

“Yes, my friends,” he intoned. They came almost immediately. His baritone voice rumbled with pure sex, power, and virility. It enveloped them in his love and his might and stroked them to the heights of bliss with the intensity of his sex. Dominic noticed this and, with a thought, suppressed this new ability. “My transformation is complete. Now, it’s time to share my power with the world.”


Epilogue: Apotheosis

Over the years, Dominic’s power continued to increase as the number of his worshipers climbed. Online communities dedicated to him cropped up all over the Internet. The young muscle god’s online presence expanded throughout YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Flickr, and various gay muscle sites. There was hardly a person in the world with access to the World Wide Web that had not seen Dominic’s incomparably beautiful, massively muscular physique. Every single one of them almost instantly became his worshipers, and Dominic was psychically connected to them all.

The number of live worshipers that Dominic procured steadily increased as Brandon Talbot and his friends spread the word of their new god. One of them, an art student who hoped to teach, made numerous sketches and paintings of his “Lord Muscle God,” turning one room of his home into a veritable shrine to the fledgling muscle god. Among this shrine was the art student’s magnum opus: a life-sized marble sculpture of Dominic, the base of which was inscribed with the words “Lord Dominic, Paragon of Power.” Another, a talented photographer, took numerous photos of his god. One, which ended up being one of Dominic’s favorites, was of the muscle god in a toga against a gray backdrop. Around the god’s adamantine waist was a gold cord like a belt, while a crown of laurel leaves adorned his head. The pictures that the photographer took ended up, not only in his portfolio, but also on Dominic’s many online temples.

Brandon had commissioned the construction of a physical temple on the grounds of his estate, which was dedicated to Dominic upon its completion. The building was, for all intents and purposes, a modern gym wrapped in a Greek temple. The external architecture was similar to ancient Greek temples. Directly in front of the building stood a life-sized statue of Dominic in all his muscular glory, wearing nothing but a pair of gold posers. The statue was forever locked in a front double biceps pose, the twin peaks of brawn reaching to the sky. The lower level of the temple/gym contained the locker rooms, with each having a sauna and a steam room, while the main floor contained the latest in exercise equipment. At the back of the building was what Dominic’s worshipers referred to as “The Chamber of the Muscle God.” It was a posing room that had at its center a small raised platform and an ornate throne for Dominic. The only lights in the room were pointed at the stage, illuminating the place where Dominic would stand while worshipers gazed in awe at their god. As often as not, the lights were off while Dominic provided his own illumination, as well as fulfilling the vision he had shortly after the Sanguis Dei spell was cast. Word of the construction of the so-called “Muscle God Temple” spread like wildfire and, shortly after its completion, hundreds made the pilgrimage to see their massively muscular deity in person. On the day of its dedication, every worshiper that was financially and physically able gathered outside and pleasured themselves in the presence of their radiant god. Many private worship sessions followed in the Chamber of the Muscle God.

Pretty soon, Dominic’s worshipers began pleading for his commands to his faithful. He never thought much about creating a new religion or even religion in general. Having been raised by two atheists, religion had never been a large part of his life. However, he did have a simple way of life in mind. It was the same creed that he was taught by his parents. To that end, he and Max put together a belief system that was very simple and could be worked into every religion. The philosophy was twofold. First, his adherents would apply the Golden Rule to every aspect of their lives, because, to quote Dominic, “the best way to treat others is how you would want them to treat you.” Second, he advocated good physical and mental health through proper diet, exercise, and daily meditation. “Let my physique be the star by which you guide your journey to good health,” he stated. “The healthier you are, the closer you will be to achieving your fitness goals.” His words captivated millions around the globe, and health became a core issue among many politicians.

As a result of Dominic’s divine proclamation, gym membership sales soared, while personal trainers and health professionals (including doctors and psychiatrists) enjoyed a surge in popularity thanks to “the Muscle God.” Many gyms placed a small shrine to Dominic, often referred to as “Our Muscle Master,” in a conspicuous place in the gym, usually near the locker rooms. Some were ornate, while others consisted of a small statue or picture of him. His faithful would offer a prayer before and after each workout. More often than not, gym owners and personal trainers were also priests of the new god.

Of course, with every new religion, there was opposition. Many religious fundamentalists, usually those of the Christian variety, saw Dominic as a false prophet, a demon, or the Devil himself. This was to be expected, since his belief system not only did not require adherence to religious dogma, but also told people that “living a good life does not require weekly visits to a church.” For a time, he would receive threats of damnation in everlasting hellfire for “proclaiming yourself the equal of your Lord Jesus Christ.” As the years past, these opposition groups steadily lost members until, within a few years’ time, they vanished from the public eye. Since such factions were now reduced to small groups on the fringes of society, they lost relevance and never regained it.

Decades had past since Dominic had obtained godhood. All other religions had been either wiped out or brought to worship him. Churches and houses of worship had long been converted into schools, clinics, or affordable housing. Peace was finally obtained throughout the world; crime, hunger, and war were a thing of the past as the “Creed of the Muscle God” would not allow for such things to happen. Every man, woman, and child maintained good physical condition, but many aspired to have the kind of muscular definition of their God. Bodybuilding became a national sport in many countries, and some colleges even offered bodybuilding scholarships and formed bodybuilding teams. The rapid spread of Dominic’s worship was likely because of the presence of the acolytes, Dominic’s priests and close confidants. Each of these acolytes was much more massively muscled than the average adherent, but not as much as Dominic. This is due to one of two unforeseen side effects of the spell that turned Dominic into a muscle god: regular sex with him, which the acolytes enjoy, greatly increases the rate at which a person grows. Because Max was his first worshiper, he enjoyed the exalted position of being his first acolyte, the largest among his brethren. Carlos and Brandon became Dominic’s second and third acolytes respectively.

One of the greatest sacraments among Dominic’s followers was called Communion with His Might. At least, that’s the term that lay worshipers gave it. It was basically having oral, anal, or (in the case of female worshipers) vaginal sex with Dominic. Usually, this would happen when the person was old enough to consciously choose to devote themselves to “the Muscle God.” Another was a pilgrimage to the Muscle God Temple, where the Communion would take place. Whenever one of Dominic’s worshipers wishes to become an ordained acolyte, they travel to the Muscle God Temple. Once there, they state their desire to “join the ranks of the Paragon’s Priests” and are brought to the Chamber of the Muscle God. There, the acolyte spends a full 24 hours either sucking Dominic’s cock or getting fucked by him multiple times. During this whole process, the would-be acolyte’s physique improves vastly until he/she is roughly the size of the other acolytes.

The enhanced physiques of many of Dominic’s devotees gave them a youthful appearance well into their golden years. The life expectancy of the average person tripled as good health became a priority. While physical maturity is still attained in the second decade of life, youthful vigor is maintained well into the average person’s one-hundreds. However, the life expectancy of an acolyte was lengthened far beyond that, close to five times what it was for the average human before Dominic’s ascension. Despite the length of years, Dominic’s acolytes retained the appearance of men in their twenties, though with heavily-muscled physiques beyond those of any bodybuilder. This may be due to the second unforeseen side effect of the spell: Dominic had now gained eternal life and eternal youth and could pass on a lessened version of that to his sex partners. He would forever remain at his physical peak, that his people may approach theirs.

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A fitting ending to your tale....thanks.