Jason Grows Up - Chapter II: In the Basement

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WARNING: This story contains subject matter (dad/son incest implications) that may be offensive to readers and has been written merely for the purpose of fantasy fiction. The writer would like to make it clear that he does NOT support the behavior depicted within this story. For the record - any situation described herein is only written for the sake of fictitious entertainment. By reading this story and/or posting comments, you agree that this story has absolutely no place in real life. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.

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Having found the focus and determination he needed to finish his work a few weeks prior - by discovering his muse, literally right under his nose, in the form of his rapidly developing tall thick and muscular 14 year-old son, Jason – the scientist and now single-dad had worked furiously in his lab, day and night unlocking the secrets to muscular development.

Computer model simulations of his intended chemical reactions had been run earlier that week, over and over - using a variety of test variables and each of the simulations had reached the same conclusion: rapid and stable muscle-tissue growth. He had reached his goal and it had made the engineer so excited he decided right there that he would spare no expense to ensure his experiment went exactly as planned. Money was no object and it was at that point he began planning the ideal scenario in which to deliver Jason the serum and provide himself a front-row seat to watch – while allowing the boy a relaxed uninhibited state of mind, as if he were alone, to allow him to react naturally at his incredible muscle development and growth. Although not completely sure of his plans, the engineer wanted the option completely ready in case he decided to follow through with it and planned it as if it were actually going to happen – putting off his final decision until he knew for sure.

Each evening the scientist gained insight from Jason’s stories that described things that were going on with him - what he liked, what he wanted and what he hoped for. By Wednesday night – he could hardly contain his own erection while cooking the boy his usual meal, after having most of his plan laid out. The muscle boy’s description of how he wanted to take his shirt off to show him-self to the senior jocks in the locker-room hadn’t helped the situation but the gym and locker scenario had certainly cemented a scene in the dad’s mind.

The scientist stayed up for hours after he finished dinner with Jason so late Wednesday night – or rather so early that Thursday morning. Having been completely aroused, with a tissue-stuffed crotch under layers of underwear in the hopes of hiding an unexpected amount of pre-cum that otherwise threatened his crotch – the dad was left with the last few missing pieces of the puzzle he needed to complete his plan.

The engineer only had a small window of opportunity to pull it off and once he heard Jason’s heavy footfalls in his bedroom upstairs, he immediately stopped cleaning up the dinner dishes and dashed down to his laboratory, where he could go online and shop for top-of-the-line gym equipment.

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With the second half of his plan already organized, scheduled and confirmed – a pleasing outcome from his tireless efforts and successful coordinating of time sensitive events he put in motion for the weekend to come – he was left with the task of finding an on-ramp to his fantasy finale, in the form of a first-half to his plan.

Dinner that night had brought about the reassurance to Jason’s dad he was looking for and it was then he had decided to proceed with the plan. The strength of Jason’s gestures and accentuation at frustrations towards limitation of the gym at school gave the man the information he needed. The first part of his plan would be providing his big boy Jason a home gym in the basement – directly beside his laboratory, where he could observe the teen’s muscle-growth - an idea so perfectly ideal that it left the chemical engineer scientist to wonder how he’d not thought of it in the first place.

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In his basement lab, Jason’s dad found the perfect equipment. Heavy duty benches, a squat rack, a vast array of free weights that included many of the heaviest plates – since the big hunky teen’s dad knew he might not even be able to buy enough of them for Jason once he ingested enough of the serum – and enough mats and mirrors to cover the floor and walls. After a number of clicks and self-adjustments in his seat, the excited dad found himself paying through the nose for expedited same-day AM delivery. A service not offered by the website but one he had found in a panic after scanning a number of shipping websites that offered the expensive option for any online purchase. By Thursday morning, the scientist was busy cleaning out the basement, moving old furniture and boxes – to make room for Jason’s home-gym.

By the time he was done, he was a complete mess of crumpled clothes, drenched in sweat and the bags under his eyes were sure to expose his lack of sleep to anyone who saw him in his current state. He was so excited that he didn’t care and finished up by sweeping the basement floor in preparation for laying down the rubber mats. Unaware of the time, he’d almost finished and stopped to take a breath, allowing his focus to retract enough to hear Jason’s heavy feet stomping down the hallway above, then stop suddenly.

“Bye Dad!! See you after school!!” He heard his boy shout from the front door. Then as expected, he heard a slam but to his surprise, the door’s abrupt contact with its frame actually shook the house and suddenly the scientist felt his eyebrows shooting up as his body jerked in reaction to… SMASH !! Something somewhere had been shaken loose off its perch only to fall to the floor and shatter to pieces. How ironic the man thought to himself as he bent over and swept up the last pile of dust and dirt into his dustpan, it was as if his estranged wife’s nick-knacks were her avatars, left behind to pierce the atmosphere with her disapproval. Standing back up straight, the disheveled scientist stood in the middle of the dimly lit vacant basement holding the broom and dirt-filled dustpan, sweat dripping from his face and becoming blotted dots at his feet. For a brief moment before hearing the sound of the delivery truck pull up front, he felt a brief sense of fear that like a mine-field, his home had been left with potential bombs that could ring out at any moment, allowing her scalding opinion of him to reverberate through the house and leave him cleaning up the mess of his own doing. A foreshadowing of the possible cost he might have to pay for choosing to proceed with fulfilling his new-found muscle fantasy.

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Having forgotten he’d heard the delivery truck pull up, a sudden DING DONG caused Jason’s dad to hit his head on book-shelves that were secured to the basement wall at shoulder height, as he suddenly reacted to the sound standing upright from dumping that last dustpan full of dirt into the garbage. Books struck his shoulders as they fell to the floor around him and he flinched at their angry contact with him but delayed reorganizing his hardcover periodicals to hurry up the stairs and answer the front door. As he climbed, the scientist made a futile attempt at grooming his hair and tucking in his shirt and by the time he opened the door and met the eyes of the delivery men, he had been sure he now looked completely normal.

The pair of delivery men standing on the top stairs of the scientist’s home, behind their overweight boss who took up most of the front porch, nudged each other and snickered at the sight of who answered the door. The thought of this man being the recipient of their delivery seems to strike them both as being so funny they simply couldn’t contain themselves. While their contained laughter and the size of their boss kept them mostly hidden, they snickered to each other at how he looked like a mad scientist – with dark circles under his eyes and crazy hair that stood on end, his dirty crumpled clothing seemed to suit him - but it was the moist spot at his crotch that made the two mid-twenties high-school drop-outs giggle like a pair of delinquents behind their boss who was becoming increasingly angered by the immature behavior of his recently hired employees.

Not noticing the boys behind the giant delivery man taking up his porch, the scientist directed him to bring the heavy equipment around back to the basement door. The pair of younger men suddenly found the situation more serious when the man offered to pay them cash to stay behind and setup the equipment for him. Their boss was all too happy to get a break from them, instructing them to drive the second truck back to the office when they were done and not take any detours. The scientist hadn’t asked the attractive and muscular young men what their boss had meant by his comment after the enormous man waddled out of the basement, leaving them behind but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious.

The dad paid the men half the money he’d offered up front so they would begin work and told them he’d pay them the rest when they were done. The good-looking young men looked at him intensely – both having completely forgotten how humorous they found the man only a couple of hours ago – and the scientist liked how their sweaty t-shirts clung to their tight muscular torsos. The visual provided the dad proof that the two of them worked hard at their physical job and it obviously kept them in good shape, allowing him an unexpected arousal that suddenly gave him an idea.

The scientist left the men to assemble the gym equipment and disappeared behind the end of the soon-to-be basement gym’s long wall and into his laboratory. He sat at what had become his thinking stool at the lab's center counter and flipped through his collage of scribbled notes that outlined his muscle-fantasy plans. He pondered his options and weighed the risks of altering his plans but had decided it was not a good idea but the sound of metal crashing onto the basement cement floor caused him to jump up and run out to where the men were working. His run reached a sudden stop and his eyes popped open when he found the two of them with their shirts off, trying out the first of their assembled apparatuses.
Laying on the new bench-press in mid-struggle, was the darker haired of the two, grunting as his arms shook to regain balance with the now 45 degree barbell that had lost one of the unfastened steel plates. The blond one stood behind him scared out of his wits as he panicked and tried to lift the heavy barbell off his friend but seemed to be equally struggling.

Not knowing if he should scold the men for using the equipment without asking and before they had finished the job, or simply watch the shirtless flexing and straining struggle of such a good-looking shapely pair of young men. He shook his head at them as they struggled - an action which seemed to add a shade of red to the display of hunky males in front of him, like a pinch of paprika adding flavor to a delicious dish. After a few moments enjoying their tight torsos and flushed cheeks, he approached, lifted the fallen side of the barbell and allowed the failed bench-pressing kid’s buddy to get enough leverage to be able to finish lifting it back up and onto its perch. The dad bend over to pick up the fallen plate off the floor, while sneaking a peek under the gap at the waist of the young man’s baggy jeans. There had been at least an inch and a half of space between the denim and the attractive muscular young man’s treasure trailed six-pack that seemed to be suctioned-in as he lay on the bench press, breathing heavily from his fear-filled and embarrassing exertion. Only catching a glimpse of the bushel of dark pubic hair, the sight taunted the scientist as he lifted the weight and stood back up. The enticing sight and its prize would remain hidden from him under the shadows of the hunky stud’s jeans. Now completely aroused as well as annoyed by their actions, he found himself covering his crotch with the steel plate as his eyes darted between the two of them, unable to stop himself from also letting his eyes dart down and around their bare chests, arms and abs.

Quickly changing his mind, he told them both since they looked like they wanted to try out the equipment – if they would hurry-up and focus on finishing the equipment assembly; he would let them try it out and also give them a supplement that would give them results they wouldn’t get anywhere else. He then told them to get to work and that he’d be right back. The pair of young men put their shirts back on ignoring the supplement comment the man had made while they quietly joked with each other about getting caught and resumed putting together equipment. The scientist re-emerged from his lab with a bucket of the muscle-enhancing protein powder his company had developed and was now on the eve of becoming the hottest new product on the market for bodybuilders. The pair of young men stopped what they were doing and approached the man with interest in what was hanging from the handle in his grip. One of them knelt down and tilted the bucket back, slowly rolling it along its round bottom edge so he could read the big print on the label that wrapped around it.

“Build FAST Muscle” the blond guy read the print aloud, quickly rolling the bucket backwards and slowly repeating the action. “Build HUGE Muscle” the studly young man again rolled it backwards and shot a smirk up at his dark-haired friend standing beside the still disheveled scientist, frowning downward at his friend as he read the silly claims, with arms folded over his puffed out chest. The blond guy finished the last marketing line. “You Won’t Believe Your Eyes!” Giving away his excitement at what he’d read by a cracking voice as tilted back the bucket to rest on the cement floor and shot back up off his knee to face the scientist. “Is it real? Does it work?”

The boy’s eyes drilled at the scientist, almost wanting the man to say the words instead of continuously nod his head in agreement.

“Seriously.” The boy asked again but then his buddy interjected.

“Dude,” the dark-haired stud grabbed his friend by the arm, pulling him back to their waiting work. “Give it up man, it’s a joke. Nothing can do that except hard intense lifting.”

“Oh yes it can!” The scientist exclaimed proudly, causing the two young men to stop dead in their tracks. “I can guarantee it. It’s just extremely expensive, since production was so limited. It’s basically unaffordable right now, for most people.”

The guys stood there speechless at the man’s response and unsure of what they just heard. The comments struck them as something truthful however and they suddenly both realized he may actually be offering them a real opportunity.

With the young men's interest piqued, the scientist continued, telling the pair of attractive muscular young men of that weekend’s upcoming bodybuilding show and how the company he worked for was sponsoring one of the amateur bodybuilders in the competition. He boasted how he was the project lead on the product and that is how he was so sure it did in fact develop muscles quickly. He explained that their sponsored competitor had been taking their supplement during his workouts and if he won would get the chance to give their product credit for his win. He continued explaining that if their contestant did win – the product would get a huge media campaign around it and that he was sure it would revolutionize the bodybuilding world.

“So what, you’re gonna give us some?” The dark haired guy asked with his arms still folded in skepticism. “Why?”

The engineer allowed his face to show his annoyance in hopes it would at least urge the men to get their job done if they didn’t want the supplement as incentive. “I only thought it would help hurry you up. Never mind then.” He grasped the bucket handle and swung it around and walked back towards his lab.

“No! Wait!” the dark-haired stud shouted, unfolding his arms and grabbing his friend’s shoulder – his face looking like he was about to loose-out on something he’d always wanted.

The scientist stopped and turned around still showing his frustration. “Look. You can either take it or leave it, that’s up to you. We can talk about it later – but seriously, the offer is off the table if you’re not done in….” Raising his free arm, the engineer looked at his watch and his eyes bulged.

The young men noticed his lips bunch as the man bit at the inside of his lip, then his puckered lips twisted up to his left cheek for a moment before falling back down when he looked back up at them. “two hours. You have to be done by 1 pm – if not, deals off.” And at that, the mad-scientist turned his back to the boys who stared at him in a sudden urgency as they digested the time-limit placed on them. The good-looking muscular studs swallowed hard as they watched the scientist carry away something they suddenly had to have and by the time they heard his lab door close, the pair of them were dragging the bench press back towards the basement door.

It was serious business now and the two young men knew they had to start with the rubber mats as the base of the man's home-gym before they could finish assembling the remaining equipment.

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By half-past noon Jason’s dad had finished re-packaging the bucket of muscle-enhancing protein mixture, after thoroughly re-mixing the batch to hide any lumpy sign of its tampering. Unable to stop himself from his own fantasies, the engineer wanted a preview of his main subject – his tall and thick muscular 14 year-old son, Jason. The small batch of serum he’d mixed in the bucket of protein powder - which even alone, would surely provide the young men an impressive pump that would have them smiling ear to ear, wasn’t as potent as the larger sized premium dose he’d set aside for Jason. That didn’t matter to the scientist however since he was more than happy to anticipate the main event to come later that weekend. This afternoon would provide a mere sample at what he could expect and it seemed such a perfect opportunity that just presented itself, the scientist thought to himself as he snapped the bucket lid back in place, jumping at the knock at the lab door.

He opened the door to his lab to find both young men looking at him eagerly, their chests heaving as they panted, glistening in sweat from the rushed heavy work.

“All done man.” The dark haired boy said as he licked his lips in thirst, out of breath with his buddy behind him and to the side with his arms clutching his sides, almost gasping for air.

“Come check it out,” the stud curled his arm beckoning the man out of his lab as the pair of them turned back and led him out into the basement to see the shiny new fully equipped weight-room gym. Each of the vast number of free weights in their place on the racks that sat aligned in staggering rows for the easiest access for any weight.

Impressed, the scientist walked around the room, checking the sturdiness of the bolts and fastened padding. The young men watched the man, staying back to catch their breath, as he pulled at the pec-deck and inspected the cables; he kicked the base of the squat-rack to find it remain heavily steadfast on the mat against the wall. Kneeling down, the man continued inspection and looked under each of benches, reaching up and running his fingers along the edge to stop at each bolt and test how tightly it had been fastened. After he was done, the scientist approached the boys and looked at his watch then lifted his head and looked at their good-looking flushed faces.

“Well done boys. I have a present for you.” He said and then disappeared again into his lab.

The young men wiped their brows and looked at each other, smirking excitedly. Their lips curled out of each of the stud’s mouths and licked the corners of their lips when the scientist re-emerged from his lab carrying the bucket of muscle-enhancing protein powder that promised to give them big muscles fast. In his other hand, the man carried two plastic cups and a bottle of spring water.

The scientist dropped the bucket onto the cement floor at the edge of the mats and held out the cups to the young men who approached him, each taking a cup. The blond guy returned to his knee and tiled the bucket back, this time to look at the other side, searching for ingredients.

“Where’s the list of stuff it’s made of?” the handsome young man asked, having regained his breath.

The scientist twisted the cap off the spring water and let the pure liquid chug out and into the cup being held out by the dark haired stud as he admired the hunk standing in front of him. “The packaging is only a prototype, it doesn’t have the official labelling yet but you can read all that when the product is launched.” He tilted the bottle back at the filling of the stud’s cup and turned to the blond, as he stood back up and held out his cup. “In the mean-time…” the scientist continued, pouring the spring water into the other man’s cup, “You guys will be the only others who’ve ever had the chance to try the product and enjoy the effects.” He smiled at them both and felt his cock swell in his pants, “Lucky you.”

The pair of young studs stood there holding cups filled with water. “What do we do?” the blond guy asked.

“Mix-in two scoops of protein powder per glass of water, or milk – doesn’t matter.” The scientist said as he knelt down and peeled back the lid and broke open the plastic seal he’d just re-sealed only a few minutes ago in his lab.

The boys looked at each other and both leaned over and held out their cups as the mad-scientist scooped out the mixture and dumped two scoops of protein in each of the men’s cups, then yanked out a pair of spoons from his back pocket.

The guys took the spoons and laughed as they stirred the easily dissolving powder, somehow finding the sudden appearance of stirring tools funny. “You just happen to carry spoons in your back pocket?” the dark haired young man asked him sarcastically.

“No, I just didn’t’ have another pair of hands.” the scientist said with a grin as he nodded his head upwards at them lifting his hands, motioning them to drink.

“One swallow, then one set of heavy reps – the exercise is up to you.” The scientist instructed.

The hunky friends took a deep breath, toasted each other then lifted the filled cups to their lips and tipped them back into a large gulping swallow, followed by a frenzied look around at somewhere to put the cups down as if in a desperate hurry to run towards the weights. The scientist reached out and took the cups from the men and they each dashed back into the new basement gym. As expected and as the scientist had hoped, the dark haired boy reclaimed the bench-press, while his buddy lifted an adequately weighted barbell from the rack and began curling it.

“Careful you don’t repeat yourself.” The scientist said to the dark haired stud as he lifted the bar, suddenly finding it lighter in weight.

“Hey this seems light. It can’t work that fast!” he said as he lowered the barbell and then threw it up as it weighed nothing.

His buddy curling at the side of the room watched his friend wide-eyed and suddenly his curls quickened their pace. “Hey man, right-on look at this! It’s like it’s light as a feather!”

The scientist suddenly felt his crotch swell with aroused excitement as he watched the young men workout. Their youthful bodies quickly getting pumped to fullness as the serum infused muscle enhancer instantly reacted in their system, obviously from the lack of food in their stomachs. It was lunchtime after all and the men had been here for hours and haven’t eaten.

The dark haired stud returned the barbell to it’s resting position on the bench press and jumped up, then whipped around and grabbed a bunch of plates and loaded up each side before returning to the bench for his second set. His buddy, quickly returned the barbell and imitated his friend by adding weight and then lifted it back up to return to curling it.

“Wait! Wait… wait.” The scientist shouted, shifting himself over and behind the stacked rack of weights beside him, leaning his elbows onto the flat plates on top, relieved there was a solid object to hide his obvious erection. He then held out the cups in his hands. “I said one swallow, then one set – you finished your first set. Ready for your next set? First things first…”

Both of the young men shot over to him like a flash and grabbed the cups and chucked another gulp only to rush back to their weights and return to their lifting and curling.

Finding their loaded barbells more difficult but completely impressed with their new-found strength, the men each grinned widely with big eyes, often shooting each other looks and nodding up at each other – enjoying the experience together.

“Dude I’m getting huge!” the blond shouted as he admired his bulging and now veiny biceps as he struggled to complete the last curl of his second set. He couldn’t believe he’d curled 20 reps of the super heavy barbell that he’d loaded with 5 25lb plates on each side.

“You? Dude… look at this shit!” The dark haired stud exclaimed as he rested the weighted barbell back onto the bench and shot up to face his friend – then ripping off his shirt and flexing a most muscular pose.

“oh. Excellent..” the scientist mumbled to himself watching, his crotch throbbing behind the weight rack, still holding the boys cups that still held another gulp for each of the studly men.

“Wholly shit dude look at your chest!” the blond shouted back at his friend in shock and somehow turned-on at the sight of his friend’s unexpectedly large pumped and now veiny pecs

The man looked down at his chest and his eyes bulged “Oh man, it looks as big as it feels!” then the stud looked back up at his friend. “Grab em, squeeze ‘em man!”

The blond rushed toward his friend and instinctively began groping his buddy’s chest, suddenly finding his friend incredibly hot. “Oh man you’re so hot!”

Then the flexing dar-haired guy saw his friends huge pumped veiny biceps and he licked his lips and dropped his pose and grabbed at them. “Look at your arms, you’re a complete hunk.” The stud heard himself say and then suddenly the men looked at each other and stooped, then slowly they backed away from each other.

“That’s gay” the dark-haired stud announced in disgust.

“So gay…“ his friend repeated looking at the floor, flexing and tensing his arms quietly enjoying the feeling.

“Eh hem…. “ the scientist behind them tried to catch the stud’s attention by clearing his throat.

The pair of studs turned around and saw their mad-scientist rocking the cups in his hands, each with another dose of muscle builder waiting for them.

Suddenly each of the pumped muscular young hunks felt a rush of excitement and quickly walked towards him and took their respective cups and looked at each other.

“I’m not gay.” The blond one admitted to his friend. “So it’s not like I have anything to be worried about” he said and then tilted the cup all the way back into his mouth swallowing the rest of the mixture, handing back the empty cup to the smiling scientist.

The dark haired guy watched the brown liquid slosh around in the cup as he swirled it around feeling as if he’d been accused as the one who started the implication. “I’m not gay either.” He said, unsure of himself.

The clanging of weights took away the scientists eye-candy when the big-chested dark haired stud turned around to see his buddy lifting an even heavier barbell easily as he curled his last set and completed his muscle-enhancement that would leave him with bigger arms than he had arrived here with this morning. Worried he found the whole thing gay and that he liked it worried him but he couldn’t be left behind with his friend jumping on board this muscle-growth train. Sure he’d never again be offered such an easy way to get big – the stud turned back around and chugged back the remaining mixture then looked up at the scientist and handed him the empty cup.


“Go ahead man.” The scientist said. “Finish your last set and keep that big chest, you deserve it.”

The hunky stud nodded in agreement and returned to the bench press.

Suddenly discovering he’d sprung an erection at some point without realizing it, he slowed to a stop only inches from the bench, unsure if he should make the effort to hide his straining denim or allow it to attract attention when he laid down to press out his final set of the heavy weight. It was more than likely any action he took to avoid being noticed would surely bring him attention anyways and at this point, the inconceivably wide gap between the waist of his baggy jeans and the tight solid wall of his abdominals - caused by the last muscle he ever expected to get a swollen pump at a gym – had brought the top of his pubes such exposure they were bound to be seen by anyone looking his way. Standing there hanging his head, the stud almost seemed transfixed as he stared into the gaping opening below his abs and found himself admiring the new found thickness and sudden heavy feeling of his erection – a hard-on he would easily have assumed belonged to someone else if it weren’t sticking out from inside his own his jeans. As if unable to look away, the stud began to squeeze and bounce the pump he now enjoyed in his pecs and watched either side of his chest rise and fall under his chin while allowing himself a moment to admire the inviting sight of his now throbbing erection that seemed to rebel against the physics of gravity and charge its way outward from its dark burrow of soft pubes, determined to bombard the binding denim with pressure as it pushed at its confinement.

Noticing the darker looking hunk had not even reached the bench press before become suddenly distracted by his own appearance, the chemical engineer worried the studly young man could miss out on the optimal window for his third set and loose out on his new chest size. “Have you decided yet?” The scientist shouted at the distracted stud, causing him to break from his gaze and lift his head to turn and look at the man, his eyes lifted in dazed confusion.

”Huh?”

What a sight, the scientist thought as he looked at the good-looking but dumfounded hunk as he stood there with his lessened but still pumped bare chest and his previously baggy jeans that were now tented outward at his crotch to an exaggerated point. “Oooh …” the scientist thought to himself when he noticed that pressure at the front of his jeans had caused the denim at his backside to hug him snugly around his butt. The dark haired stud’s erection must have reached a new level of rigidity, stretching the skin enough for it to grow outwards further and further – until it reached new proportions. Even the dark haired stud himself had never experienced such an incredibly huge erection and the distance his jeans bulged out from him caused such an absurd tent at his crotch, he knew it was not quite something he knew how to hide.

The scientist found himself out from behind the weight rack and walking towards the dark stud in hopes of catching a peek at the hunky young man’s hairy crotch. “If you’re adding more weight to the barbell for your last set… “ The scientist continued as he got closer. By now, his own erection was no longer the elephant in the room so it didn’t concern him when he saw the stud’s eyes fall to his crotch as he approached.

He had purposefully infused the batch of serum that contained serotonin re-uptake inhibitors into the protein muscle-enhancing protein powder – in the hopes it would lower their inhibitions enough for the young men to enjoy themselves. He had then also added some caffeine and a dose of adrenaline to the mix, in order to both speed-up the chemical reaction of their muscle-growth as well as add a sense of rush and excitement to their perceptions of what was happening.

Having now reached the good-looking stud, the aroused scientist found him with such an adorable look of guilt and embarrassment on his face that he seemed almost innocent. He decided not to be obvious and drop his head down to gawk into the gaping hole that exposed the stud’s hairy crotch at the base of such rippled tight abs, so the scientist finished his question in hopes of relaxing the young man at least a bit. “Or is it heavy enough for you? ...I'd do more weight. Remember….” The scientist continued in his teaching voice and looked over to include his blond friend, only to discover him caressing one of his bulging biceps standing over the weighted curling bar he was now finished with as he almost leaned towards them watching, licking his lips.

“Once you take a swig of the mixture - the heavier you lift that next set, the bigger your muscles will get.” The statement found both of the young men nodding wide-eyed at him as if to tell him they would surely obey the rule.

The scientist looked back and lifted his browse at the shirtless darker- haired stud, waiting for an answer. “You only have 10 minutes or so after you swallow the mixture to lift your next, heavier set. If you miss it, you won’t enjoy the full effects of the mix and won’t be able to get it back either.”

The shirtless stud shot a look over at the weighted barbell that waited for him on the bench press and then over at the rack where more plates were – while the scientist peered at his hairy crotch and thick hard-on inside the stud’s open gaping jeans, taking a good long look at the delicious sight was sure to provide fantasy for the remainder of the day. His eyes returned up to eye-level by the time the stud turned his head back around and met his eyes.

“Yah, I…. I could add another few plates, definitely.” The stud said as he flexed his chest and made his way to the weight rack, grabbing more plates and adding them to the bench press, his tented gaping jeans bouncing out in front of him, attracting the gawking stares of his lip licking blond buddy who seemed as though he were stuck in a dream, still squeezing, gripping and caressing his biceps like shiny new toys.

By the time the darker stud was done his last heavy set at the bench press, his chest had reached its huge fully-pumped size - the stud was now jacked-up in similar fashion to his friend, their different physiques complimenting each other as the scientist watched the young men admire their new densely jacked-up muscles. Slightly disappointed, the scientist found it much more apparent this time that the young men were conscious of what they were doing, no doubt keeping themselves from full enjoyment for fear they might turn gay.

"Right on dude." the blond stud said with obvious macho attitude.

"Feels good." the dark haired stud repled. "... and dude, for the record I'm not gay either. So there's nothin' to worry about."

"Yeah!" his blond friend shot back excited, once again reaching oung and slapping his hand down onto his buddy's big beefy chest. "It's not like protein powder can turn us gay!"

The pair of them chucked and squeezed each others jacked up muscles as they joked around.

Although he wanted to say it again, since it seemed so perfectly ironic - the scientist bit his tongue from repeating something he'd said earlier... and instead spoke it in his head. He could only imagined how they would react if he told them.

“Oh yes it can!” He exclaimed proudly in his mind - surely the two young men would once again stop dead in their tracks as he finished. “I can guarantee it."

The scientist let out a chuckle to himself as he lifted his foot onto the side of the bucket's lid and pushed his leg out, sliding the bucket along the cement floor and around the outer edge of the rubber mat that spanned flooring of the weight-area. "Ok boys, I only have a short time to straighten things up before my son gets home."

The pair of hunks collected their jackets and took the wads of cash their mad-scientist held out in each of his hands for both of them, then lifted the bucket and thanked him for everything. The scientist added a warning and told them to be very careful with the formula - explaining it was imperative they not tell anyone about it since it's not on the market yet and that it cost a fortune - so if anyone found out they had it, they would surely quickly discover it missing. The scientist wrapped up the unexpected afternoon by explaining that the entire bucket of powder should last them at least a year between the two of them, if not more.

“By that point - if you decide to take that much of it,” the engineer explained, “You’ll be absolutely enormous, huge muscle freaks. So if you don’t want to be that – be very careful with it and use it sparingly - don't overdo it." The man didn't care he was repeating himself if it meant the studs would take mental note. "I'm saying this sincerely, don’t take the stuff for every workout. OK?” He wanted to tell them why but didn't want to scare them since they were so obviously afraid of turning gay - that being that if they chose not to heed his warning and take his advice, they'd find themselves jacked-up so huge and pumped, they'd surely each become irresistible to the other.

The now rushed-for time dad said goodbye to the pair of handsome muscular studs as they carried his formula with them out the basement door, then he turned and started pulling weights off the barbell and curling bar the men had used in an attempt to make everything perfect for Jason.

[Reeza]

Very nice! (And I didn't find any errors!)

I especially enjoyed this: "Something somewhere had been shaken loose off its perch only to fall to the floor and shatter to pieces. How ironic the man thought to himself as he bent over and swept up the last pile of dust and dirt into his dustpan, it was as if his estranged wife’s nick-knacks were her avatars, left behind to pierce the atmosphere with her disapproval."

And this: "He shook his head at them as they struggled - an action which seemed to add a shade of red to the display of hunky males in front of him, like a pinch of paprika adding flavor to a delicious dish."

[kenstaff]

OK 2nd segment of this chapter is in place

[iceman75]

The first couple of segments of Part 2 were a pretty good set-up piece, I'm really looking forward to the next couple of parts, a detailed workout session would be great to read through with your writing style, Kenstaff.

[kenstaff]

3rd segment added

[vga518]

Keeping this short and sweet. Holy Wow this is amazing! Remembering the original and reading this revision I was able to see the differences and the additions added for a more cohesive tale and fixed the plotholes from the original.

...wait I said short and sweet. Oh well, wish I could give it all the words and all the praise but as a whole we are all giving those words. You are an amazing writer Ken. I would love to collaborate sometime in the future.

Keep Writing, looking forward to all the rest.

[kenstaff]

Surf's up... in the form of a finished chapter

[Kit Werecat]

Oh, that a father would provide all that equipment for his son! And that formula ain't bad, either! Way to go, DAD!!!

And yeah, the dad's a little devious, setting up the workstations next to his basement lab, where he can keep an eye on him.

But come on!! He is testing out a revolutionary, world-changing, new muscle-inducing serum for his company, and they're paying for this experiment!!! What's he supposed to do? Tell his company, "No, I didn't take observations. My son was working out in there, and I didn't want to do anything suggestive."

OH COME ON!! SERIOUSLY!!

I bet the kid even gets into skimpy workout shorts, or worse yet, posers! Everyone avert their eyes!!!

Oh, I envied those jocks setting up the equipment. Even a single dose of that stuff at their age, gets them bed appointments from then on - maybe even with each other.

Terrific stuff, Kenstaff. Can't wait for the next chapter!