Descent and Ascent, Part I

[petercbb]

This is the start of a multi-part story. There isn't any muscle growth in this episode, but it will come.

Descent and Ascent

The Start
So, this is the story of how a down on his luck, gay man made good. Or at least my version of made good. You're version may be different, but despite what I ended up doing, I achieved a great deal of what I wanted to achieve in life which can?t be said for everyone!

It all began a few years ago. I had a fairly run of the mill office job in a call centre speaking to customers with complaints about the service our company offered - I won't go into detail. The last thing one Friday night, my supervisor called me into his office and told me that the company were over on expenses and they needed to cut back, and as I had one of the lowest appraisal scores at the last staff review, I was the one that was going to get the chop.

Great thing to happen on a Friday night, and in the end I went out and got monumentally drunk. I vaguely recall chatting up some handsome man in one of the gay bars I went into; he was not overly tall, may be 5? 10? but super muscular - like a bodybuilder. He told me he weighed about 250lbs which was amazing and he seemed really keen on me. Anyway, to cut a long story short I ended up going home with him. Too drunk to really know what I was doing, I was feeling horny, had just lost my job and this guy seemed very interested in me, which surprised me as I wasn?t that muscular at all. I had a fairly firm body but more of a twink that a muscle man.

And that decision to go home with him was the one that changed my life forever!

When I woke from my alcoholic haze, it was to a darkness that I had never experienced before. There was literally no light where I was and I couldn't make out anything that was in the room. I soon realised I was naked on what seemed like a bed, but that was all I could make out.

I found a wall and slowly, by feel alone, worked my way around the room. I calculated it was about 8 feet square, but I didn?t get any sense of there being a door or windows. I worked my way back to the bed and lay down again and tried to collect my thoughts and recall what actually happened the previous night. My head was pounding with a headache and in the end I just dozed off into a light sleep.


The Induction
I was woken by a piercingly bright light that seemed to be shining into my eyes, through my eyelids. I raised my arm to shield them and I could just about make out the figure of the man I had met in the bar the previous evening - at least I think it was him. He was even more magnificent now than he had been at the bar. Instead of the spray on jeans and t-shirt he wore previously, he was now only dressed in a pair of those skimpy bodybuilder posing briefs and a pair of heavy black leather Red Wing boots with red socks just coming over the tops.

His skin was a perfect tan and glistened with a light coating of oil and his muscles were to die for. Starting at the top he had a buzz cut hair do with a light beard of the same length. His hair was a dark brown colour. His jaw was handsome and squared off with a small dimple. He was basically movie star handsome - a bit of a cross between George Clooney and Robert Redford in his younger days.

The body was nothing like either of theirs though. His shoulders were huge and squared off so they exaggerated his width. His trapezius muscles started to lift half way between his neck and the edge of his shoulders and ended just below his ears on each side. He had that look of muscularity which makes it appear the person has no neck at all.

The rest of his body was just as magnificent. His pecs came out almost horizontally at the top and formed two huge breast plates across his chest. The nipples pointed south the curvature was so great. Fine lines of veins covered all over, increasing the sense of his awesome muscularity.

His biceps and triceps were just as impressive with a large vein running down the front of his bicep on each side, with massive forearms which were almost as thick as his upper arms at the joint. He was finished off with a cobbled abdomen and legs which must have been 35 inches in diameter. They looked bigger than his waist with veins running the length of them. They were so massive that there was no gap between his inner thighs until almost his knees. His calves were a sight to behold too. Large diamonds below his knees were so prominent and in his current stance with his legs close together, the muscles touched they were so big.

I got an instant boner looking at this guy, but I was strangely silent as I think I was so astounded about the circumstances of us meeting again. I had no recollection of sex with the man, though I dearly would have loved to have been fucked him. I didn?t recognise the place we were in and I knew nothing of where I was.

The silence was broken when the man started to speak.

?Hi, I?m Richard, but you can call me Rick. I?ll be looking after you for your processing and I?m the one you should come to with any questions. For now, follow me and lets get you started?

With that he turned on his heals and started to make for a door which had some how opened in the wall opposite the bed I was on. I sat there dumbfounded.

?But wait, what?s going on? I thought we were going to have a quick shag and that was it. What?s all this about processing? I?m not going anywhere?.

I was quite forceful at this point as I had no idea what was going on.

Rick stopped in his tracks and looked at me sternly.

?Listen, boy?, his demeanour suddenly turning quite aggressive, ?you can do this the easy way, or you can do it the painful way. The outcome will be the same either which way, but one way, you keep you teeth and the other you?ll be wearing dentures. Although that could mean you?d give better blow jobs?. He laughed, more to himself than anything else.

He walked back across the room, grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and pulled me up, off the bed and sent me in the direction of the door. He pushed me along a corridor with white walls and no features on them at all. It was very clinical and the light seemed to just emanate from the walls and ceiling. He turned me sharp right into another room and I froze with fear.

There was a moveable screen, like in doctor?s surgeries on the far wall which obviously could conceal things behind it. In front of the screen was a gurney but with the platform turned through 90? so it was vertical. Around the edges were strong nylon straps which were placed so they could restrain whoever was the unfortunate occupant of this almost mediaeval device.

Rick wasted no time in getting the process (whatever it was) moving.

?OK, boy, get yourself up against that so we can get you comfortable for the next part of your induction?.

Again, I was seized with fear. I had no idea what was going on and this medical scene terrified me.

?Bu..bu..but, what?s going on?? I asked.

I was beginning to shake and thought I may piss myself any moment as I was terrified.

?Listen, it won?t make any difference whether you know what?s going to happen to you or not. I can tell you that it won?t hurt and it ain?t going to kill you. Other than that, you?ll find out as you?re processed?.

With that he pulled me across to the gurney and with his massive arms and started to cinch my limbs into the straps. I suppose I could have put up a fight, but at that moment I was too scared to do much at all. And within a couple of minutes I was securely fastened to the table and it was in a horizontal position.

My head had also been immobilised, so I only had a vague idea of what was happening in the room. I could see that Rick had left through the door we had come in by and I could hear some noises coming from behind the screen I had noticed earlier.

The next thing I was aware of was a man, slightly older than Rick, may be early forties, standing over me. He was nowhere near as big as Rick, but I could tell beneath his white lab coat was a reasonably fit body. He didn?t seem to be wearing anything under the coat as it had short sleeves and there was nothing under them and at the collar I could just see the start of his male cleavage where his pecs started to divide at the top of his chest.

It was now that I got the first inkling of what was happening, and more importantly, what was going to happen to me. The man at the side of the gurney spoke in a very clear and precise accent.

?Now, Michael..uh..uh Roberts? he looked at a clipboard to see my surname.

?What I?m going to do now is give you a series of injections. Nothing that will hurt too much, but let me tell you what they are and what they?ll do to you?.

He went on, ?the first is going to be at the base of your penis. Its a combination of sildenafil citrate, better known to you as Viagra, probably, and male hormones, basically testosterone. Not enough to make you grow massive, but certainly enough to give you an erection and make you horny as hell for the next couple of days with a full hard on which won?t go down.

Next will be sodium thiopental, commonly called truth serum. Its not actually a truth serum at all, but it will make you far more compliant and make it easier for some of our specialists to get inside your brain and make the changes necessary for your future career?.

At least I knew they weren?t going to kill me, but what was this all about?

?Why are you doing this, and why are you doing this to me??, I asked almost in a state of panic.

The man looked me in the eyes with a slight smile and just said ?because we can make money out of you and because we can! Its as simple as that?. He moved slightly down the table and I could just make out he was using his hands to do something on a wheeled table near to him.

?OK, here?s the first one, it may scratch a bit but shouldn?t hurt too much?.

He held up a large syringe with his rubber gloved hands and squirted a small amount of a clear blue liquid out of the needle to make sure there was no air in the barrel.

He brought the syringe down to the base of my cock, inserted the needle and pushed the plunger down until all of the fluid was in my body. I small tear formed at the corner of my eyes and made its way down the side of my face on each side. Within minutes, I could feel the tumescence in my cock and it began to rise to a full and hard erection. The doctor, for that?s what I supposed he was, playfully whacked my cock to one side and made a small laughing sound, after which he went on with his other business.

?This is the sodium thiopental which will probably make you feel a bit euphoric and very talkative. It?ll help us break down your inhibitions and find out a little bit more of your inner secrets?.

He swobbed my arm with some cotton wool and plunged another syringe into the vein in my forearm. Pretty much instantly, I started to feel light headed and my vision began to blur a little.

He was certainly right about one thing. I was very talkative! I began babbling all about my early life and what my job used to be, my sexual experiences to date and anything else that seemed to come into my mind. It was pretty much gibberish but it didn?t stop coming out of me.

What happened next was unclear to me, but I do recall the table being angled so I could look forward more easily and coloured lights entered my field of vision. Then, quietly at first but growing louder, a very firm but calm voice started speaking to me. I couldn?t really understand the words, but I knew I wanted to hear more and I knew I wanted to please whoever it was that was speaking. I?d do anything for them and with my hard on I desperately wanted too reach for it and start wanking myself off, but my arms and hands were firmly tied to the gurney.

Joy, pleasure and happiness overwhelmed me as the voice continued in my ears. This was my new Master, a disembodied voice which spoke to me firmly and told me how things were going to be. Like a wise grandfather, I gave myself over to his logic completely and the last thing I remembered was flying in my mind in a state of total euphoria as I came and came and came?

[petercbb]

Comment and thoughts welcome.

[zddh13]

cant wait for part 2

[Mdlftr]

Hmmm...This guy loses his job, goes out and gets drunk and picks up some stud in a bar. Sounds like a typical Friday just about anywhere~!

The questions of course: what does "we're doing this because we can make money off of you" mean? Sex worker? Video poser?

One thing about these stories that always intrigues me: how do the collectors seem to know that their target is unattached? Why do they pick him if he seems nondescript?

A big component of these stories is always that the narrator is much more attractive and has more potential than he perceives in himself. Kind of like what we all think about ourselves, right?

Great descriptions of Rick the muscle bait! Hope we see more of him!


Mdlftr

[nnnrg]

This story is rather hot, but I notice a very strong resemblance to elements in your previous story "How Did This Happen to Me?" ... is it related? (he says hopefully)

[petercbb]

Its not related but, obviously, I have carried over some of the themes from that story. I do want it to be sufficiently different from the other stories and hopefully that will develop as the story continues.

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[petercbb]

Anyone got any further thoughts on the story so far. I'd be interested to hear opinions.

[nnnrg]

I'm just curious about where it's going - you've already done the obvious thing with the earlier story, with the "forced to be gay muscle stud prostitutes and really enjoy it" theme, but this one is working differently and could go somewhere else, at some point.... which is why I don't say anything. It's too easy to come up with the easy, stereotypical directions which is why I am constantly and pleasantly surprised by the directions people go with these stories.

[petercbb]

Yes, I've already done something similar, but this one is going to be different, hopefully different enough. Thanks for your thoughts.