The Coach's Formula Part 17

[Shade]

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Part Seventeen: Saturday Night’s All Right For Fighting.

That same Saturday, later that night…

“Who wouldn’t want a piece of this?” asked Nate Taylor, sneering lasciviously, as he flexed his bicep in her face.

Karly Jones wondered too, taking in the large dense, round ball of muscle that formed before her. Nate Taylor was a senior. A few weeks ago she would have considered him one of the biggest studs at school, but that was before she’d met David Martin.

Before she’d fucked David Martin.

David’s dick was like a magic wand, and the thoughts of it made her wet. She shifted uncomfortably thinking about how damp her panties were getting, as they further plastered themselves against her flesh.

Where was he? She wondered, wanting him. He’d been missing in action all night. That wasn’t like David.

Since she thought he’d moved back to town a few weeks ago to join the football team, Karly couldn’t remember David missing a party. But he was no where to be found. And, believe me, Karly had looked. It was funny when you think about the fact that she’d been in the same literature class with David all last year, but couldn’t conceivably connect the scrawny wimp of days gone by with the super ripped stud she’d recently fucked half blind.

And he was all she’d thought of since.

Still, she considered Nate. He was a catch. Or would have been anyway. He was tall, dark and handsome. Insanely ripped and the quarterback of the football team. Known as the Golden God not for his darkly handsome looks, but for his ability to pass the ball anywhere on the field. With his arm, he would have his pick of colleges. And she could tell he was packing other meat where it counted too, considering the large bulge in his jeans.

“Oh, all right,” she said resignedly.

She took in Jesse Jones and John Ford standing behind Nate. They were his posse. The only thing that was missing was Brandon Small. Usually the four of them traveled in a pack, but Brandon had done a Houdini just like David. Sometimes they even let that freshman Ryan Martin hang around with them. She’d blown him a while ago on a lark as he was part of the up and coming talent on the football team. But now that she knew he was David’s brother maybe she should show him more attention?

That brought her back to her memory of David, and she realized that she needed some dick. And she needed it badly.

“Well come on then. Let’s get on with it. I need to get fucked and the lot of you will have to do.”

If they hadn’t been guys, Nate, Jesse and John might have realized they’d just been insulted.

* * *

Ryan had pulled away from Mandy earlier that day with his thoughts on his brother. Mandy had lain still beneath him having momentarily become a stranger to reason. The pleasure Ryan had given her had been so intense, and so unreal, that her brain had needed to shut down its processing temporarily in order to cope with it. Ryan meanwhile felt his testosterone spiking intensely, creating an impassioned temper. It was a response provoked by the formula on his young teenage hormones. Ryan realized he needed to test himself. An alpha male instinct had kicked in. The trouble with that is there can only be one alpha male.

It’s just the nature of the beast.

Ryan might have wanted to find his brother, but he wouldn’t that night. It had never occurred to Ryan to check the showers and so he never found David. In one of life’s funny little coincidences Ryan had been less than one hundred feet away from his brother for an hour as David lay unconscious beneath a spray of water in the boy’s locker room, having passed out from the most excruciating pain of his young life, while Ryan worked out in the school gym.

First thing he’d done was look at home naturally, but the place was empty. Ted was away for the weekend with friends and his parents were out of town, as they so often were. It was clear that David hadn’t been home all day.

So Ryan did the next best thing. He went looking for the guys. They played the weekend party circuit pretty hard.

Plus it’d give him a chance to show off. He was just itching to mix it up a little.

He also knew where they’d be. Back behind the old Niodex plant. Where Nate liked to party. And everyone knew about Nate the quarterback.

The plant was the local high school crowd’s new favorite hang out spot. It was vacant now that most of the heavy machinery had been removed and its open cavernous space was perfect for raves, drug abuse and illicit teenage sex.

Ryan needed some clothes though.

He knew his father was a big man, but when he grabbed one of his dad’s oversized polo shirts, Ryan realized that he was now bigger than his father was by far. This cotton shirt hung loosely over his dad’s powerful torso. On Ryan it was stretched tight, leaving no fiber of muscle to the imagination under the taut fabric. And it barely stretched down to his waist. He also couldn’t get his old shorts over his new legs, so he liberated a pair that his parents had just bought for David new legs.

Catching a glance of himself in the mirror, he realized he looked like a preppy jock, but one that had a body that would put a Mister Olympia to shame.

His body was now too big to navigate his bike, so he jogged over to the plant. His legs where so powerful, he made the distance of ten or so miles in no time, barely breaking a sweat.

He was about to go into the party he heard raging inside the factory when a couple familiar voices caught his attention. It was definitely Jesse and John, two of the juniors from the football team. Ryan considered them his buddies; they considered him a lucky freshman.

It was in fact these two jocks who had first introduced Ryan to those precious cans that fateful day a few weeks ago when David overheard them talking from the bathroom stall.

“Dude,” said Jesse to John, bored, “I wish he’d hurry up. I need a piece of that.”

“Everyone’s had a piece of that already,” said John matter-of-factly, “Including you. So what’s the rush?”

“Piece of what?” asked Ryan from behind.

The two football studs spun round, but were immediately taken aback by the figure standing in front of them.

Ryan was an intimidating specimen. His gargantuan form towered over them by about half a foot. Once you got past his naturally handsome face, augmented by the formula, you couldn’t take your eyes off the thick, bull like neck. It was almost wider than his head and corded with ropes of muscle, it provided a perfect pedestal for his head. The neck rested on shoulders wider than those of an ox, thick traps extended out to full, round deltoid muscles and massive arms, and all of this rested upon a thick chest narrowing down to an impossibly thin waist. His legs were just as developed, dense with muscle, calves diamond hard. His pecs were like granite blocks, shelf like, stretching the cotton fabric across his chest with each breath he took. Instead of looking blocky or awkward, however, the figure before them had a nice even symmetry that the muscle mass added to, rather than detracted from, and he moved with an athletic grace that seemed out of place in one so big. If they didn’t know better they would have thought it was David Martin, and while he had a similarity in looks and physique, this clearly was not David Martin.

This guy was actually bigger.

“Hey, guys,” said the figure smiling.

Jesse and John were clearly at a loss for words.

“It’s Ryan,” the offered by way of explanation, holding his arms out as if to say ‘here I am’.

Jesse realized who it was then. He could see it in the figure’s eyes. But his mind would not believe it and his own eyes were having trouble not watching the subtle play of Ryan’s muscle as he moved.

“Man,” stammered John in the silence, “I knew you were really packing on muscle lately, but this is unbelievable.”

“Isn’t it?” grinned Ryan.

“You’re like three times as large as you were yesterday,” added Jesse, clearly awestruck.

“Yep,” replied Ryan.

He would have been tempted to offer them a double bicep, but he heard his shirt give an involuntary groan and thought the better of it.

“Where’s Nate?” asked Ryan, realizing that they always traveled in a pack, “And Brandon?”

Ryan was really hoping to run into Brandon after their earlier experience in the woods.

“Brandon ditched us tonight,” Jesse said, “Nate’s in the usual spot,” he indicated a place in back of the factory where they the guy liked to party with chicks during a night at the factory.

Ryan understood perfectly. He had never been allowed to participate before, but he knew Nate’s modus operandi.

“Who’s he with?” asked Ryan, thinking this time he could muscle in on the action too.

“That Karly chick,” John said nonchalantly, “You know…the sophomore that’ll fuck anyone with muscle.”

John and Jesse knew instantly that this had been the wrong thing to say. Ryan’s face turned red in a heartbeat and he started to move past them to go round the back.

“Whoa, guy,” Jesse said soothingly, grabbing Ryan’s arm to stop him, “She’s not your girlfriend man, just cause she blew you once. She’s just a slut, man. Don’t get all bent out of shape.”

Ryan wasn’t listening to reason, as old friendships were instantly forgotten.

“Better remove that,” Ryan warned him, indicating Jesse’s hand with his eyes.

“Or what?” chimed in John coming to stand in front of him.

Both Jesse and John were no small dudes. They’d each been on the cans for some time and they were powerful and built although not as big as either Brandon Small or Nate Taylor. Normally they’d give even the biggest of men pause for thought.

Their new adversary was pumped and feeling cocky though.

Ryan just smiled at them, before he grabbed each one by the shirt and lifted them off the ground as though they weighed nothing.

* * *

Not far away, Karly Jones found her back pinned to the side of the factory wall as a half naked Nate Taylor held her up in the air so he could thrust into her.

Nate’s shirt lay on the ground next to them and his pants were far enough down his muscled thighs to operate his dick and expose his thrusting ass to anyone who happened to be looking.

This was one man that Karly had never fucked before, but now in comparison she found that Nate actually had the biggest dick and balls she’d ever run into and that was saying something for her, as she truly was a slut. This cock was clearly even bigger than David’s. Nate’s boner maybe didn’t feel as good as David’s did somehow, but he knew what he was doing with it and he’d had plenty of experience to make up for any deficiency she felt in comparing Nate’s smaller body to that of David’s more massively muscled one.

Karly knew she was a muscle slut.

She had been one since she’d seen her first muscle magazine on a supermarket shelf. If Nate had had the massive size of David Martin, she knew she would have been in heaven right then. As it was she couldn’t help feeling that his smaller physique left something missing.

Even so, Karly was feeling another wave of orgasm about to wash over her, when she saw the massive outline of Ryan Martin striding up behind them. For a second she thought it was David and her face brightened. Then she caught a glimpse of the newcomer’s face and she was at a loss for his identity.

A thrill shot through her as she realized how big the new man was. He was bigger than David Martin.

“Who’s that?” she spontaneously asked the air next to Nate’s ear.

Nate was totally taken aback by the intrusion. Who could have gotten past Jesse and John? He turned to look behind him.

Then he really saw Ryan’s physique. Shit! The dude was huge! The guy’s hair shined with vitality, his eyes sparkled and he had an amazingly handsome face. His neck was a thick column of muscle, his chest was beyond huge, each pec massive. His arms were simply huge, with biceps so pumped and thick they looked like cables. His mammoth quads and jutting calves almost finished the picture but the bulge at his crotch was what really gave Nate pause. The obviously semi-erect dick was barely contained by the fabric of his shorts.

Nate came inside Karly right then.

“Fuck,” he said recovering quickly, irritated.

Nate was more pissed at himself for cumming earlier than he had intended than he was intimidated by the gargantuan man standing behind them. He didn’t like being interrupted during sex.

He quickly lifted Karly off his fifteen inch cock and set her down on the ground, his massive ejaculation spilled out down her thighs unable to be contained entirely within her pussy. And as he pulled up his jeans in the process, his still iron hard boner made an obscene tent in the denim.

You see, Nate was smarter than the average jock. When he’d caught a glimpse of Ryan’s face just then, he’d known instantly who it was, unlike Jesse and John, who were slower on the uptake. But Nate had also quickly realized a couple other things too, including what must have happened to Ryan.

He already knew that David Martin hadn’t been away at boarding school.

Nate was very observant, a straight A student, and one who happened to have an excellent, almost picture perfect memory. It didn’t take a lot to connect the dots. He’d started off in football a couple years ago as a scrawny weakling like David Martin, pushed unwillingly onto the team by his dad who didn’t need to pull a lot of strings at the time to get his kid onto what was then a losing team. He’d known David Martin since elementary school. In many ways they’d been a lot alike. Then the Coach had soon shown up with those cans and everything changed. Those cans had transformed Nate’s life, and now they had also transformed two members of the Martin family as well.

“Wow, man,” said Nate still taking stock of the transformation, “You’re looking pretty good there.”

He could see Ryan’s obvious anger. There was a fog of rage in Ryan’s eyes. Nate had seen it in roided up mass monsters he met at some of the local gyms and fought with in back alleys. He welcomed this new challenge.

“Bring it on dude,” said Nate firmly, knowing what needed to be done, “You obviously need to work it through your system.”

Ryan moved faster than Nate would have credited. And soon Nate found himself pinned by the other stud against the cement wall of the old factory with enough force to momentarily knock the air out of him.

But rather than the fear he expected to see in Nate’s eyes, Ryan saw amusement reflected there, and then he heard laughter as Nate let out a deep throaty chuckle.

Ryan shook visibly and took a step back. His anger seemed to engorge his muscles even further. Tears began to emerge in the cotton shirt as it struggled vainly to contain him. It looked like he was hulking out or something. Ryan’s powerful chest muscles came fully into view, as the part of the shirt that buttoned began to rip apart downwards, dividing the shirt in half. Ryan jerked his arms suddenly into a powerful double bicep pose that shredded the short sleeves of the polo. He beamed at each of his colossal arms. The shirt totally gave way at that point, unable to contain the vast lat spread. Ryan’s brick wall of abdominals and intercostal muscles delineated his tiny waist, and made the massive spread of his wing-like back even more impressive. The cotton fell in tatters all around them.

However, this display had not intimidated Nate in the least.

“Not bad dude,” he said confidently.

Nate spread his lats in his own display of muscle. His torso was smaller than Ryan’s, but Karly looking on noticed that it was much more ripped. The quarterback's powerful pecs, striations standing out with his extremely low bodyfat, seemed to swell hanging over his unbelievably defined, narrow waist and his lats were full and thick with muscle.

Nate grinned when he heard Karly make a soft gasp at his hard body.

Karly didn’t know who to look at first. The massive ripped stranger or the man she’d just been fucking. Even though clearly smaller, Nate seemed so dense he actually drew the light to him like a black hole.

“You think you can keep me from taking those bitch’s down?” asked Nate rhetorically as he broke his pose and walked over to Ryan, who was still in a powerful double biceps pose.

Ryan grunted amused as Nate reached up and wrapped his hands around Ryan’s now open palms in a forceful grip. Ryan felt a moment of pause as he felt Nate’s strong fingers press against his. Nate seemed to have some kind of freaky strength he’d never realized before when they’d been together in the weight room for football training.

Karly watched as each jock's mighty pythons tensed into dense relief, as each man's struggled against the other instinctively, forearms dancing with thick veins. Ryan felt invincible, like an alpha male. With the cans he had grown slightly taller than Nate's six feet, and he attempted to use his extra height as leverage in order to pull his arms higher, forcing Nate off balance. Nate was prepared for this move, however, and instead of giving in to Ryan's gambit, he hardened his already super dense titanium muscles and firmly planted his feet on the ground, staking his own space, His muscle flared in sudden relief, etched against his body in hard granite, pecs, arms, delts engorged and raw, flaring out of control.

Inexplicably, Ryan felt his hands move backwards, forced closer to him by an incredible force.

Something his science teacher said the other day entered into Ryan’s mind: What happens when an irresistible force meets an immovable object? Somewhere deep inside Ryan felt a wave of concern that he might be about to learn the answer to that riddle.

Meanwhile Nate viewed Ryan with newfound respect, not believing the level of strength he was feeling coming from the kid.

Ryan knew the cans had made him much stronger. He felt power unused in his newfound muscle, so he called upon all his incredible strength and pushed against Nate’s mighty arms, suddenly feeling beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

Nate’s arms began to move back. Karly watched as Ryan’s arms and shoulders pumped up, growing larger and rounder with every minute, inflating with size, and Ryan began to smile as he gained over Nate inch by inch.

Nate too was sweating by that point. He hadn’t quite prepared himself for the force that Ryan was now demonstrating.

But Nate was used to fighting off the power of roid monsters bigger than him with three times his aggression. He knew he wasn’t going to lose this match. In fact he was only just getting his bearings. Ryan didn’t know that this was only the beginning of Nate’s strength. Nate waited for the inevitable kick he knew he would feel. But by this time his arms were now pushed slightly behind him. Then the adrenaline rush hit his muscles and his arms stopped their backwards trajectory and began moving forward. He flexed his amazing upper body with all the power he had, and then Nate poured on the strength.

Ryan felt the increase of strength. His opponent became stronger and stronger. Ryan felt it in his fingers through his hands tightly gripping Nate’s own. It was crushing him, conquering him. It was humiliating. His own power being overtaken by a mightier force.

Ryan used all his strength, calling up every bit of reserve available, but none of it was enough. For all his personal power, his muscle couldn’t grow fast enough, or his strength increase, to cope with Nate’s sudden new onslaught of power.

Ryan felt his own arms weaken and then begin to inevitably move rearward. He pushed with everything he had, but soon nothing was enough. Within seconds Nate’s enormous chest was pressing against his.

And by that time Ryan’s arms were now clearly behind his back. His hands being crushed in Nate’s mighty grip.

“Give up, dude,” growled Nate, snarling through his own exertion, “You aren’t going to win this. And I’m just getting started.”

Nate had never met anyone that could match his strength. Ryan turned out to be no exception.

“Fuck!” groaned Ryan, finally breaking away amazed, “Mother fucker you’re one strong son of a bitch.”

“Those cans made me this way,” explained Nate taking a minute to catch his breath, “From the first time I drank one they changed my muscle somehow, made them dense like steel. I’ve grown stronger every day. There isn’t any weight I can’t lift anymore. There’s nothing I can’t crush. Everything just makes me stronger. Coach knew it too. That’s why he took me off those cans after only a few months. But I want more. I want to be like you.”

As he said this monologue Nate flexed his arms. He was getting even more massive with the pump. He got closer to Ryan while he flexed his narrow, rock hard waist. He felt his smooth, rock hard muscles with his own hands, reveling in it. And then he flexed his abs for Ryan’s benefit, his ten pack revealing the singular definition of his abdominal muscle in bold relief.

Ryan pondered Nate’s massive chest, swelling now, as it met his rippling waist. Nate was growing he noted, but much more slowly that Ryan himself. Nate didn’t seem to mind though as he in turn flexed and bounced his pecs, showing off for his audience.

Karly gave out an almost imperceptible moan as her legs gave out underneath her, and she slid down the wall until her bare ass hit the ground.

Nate flexed his chest and watched the striations. Ryan felt something stir in his groin, but was too mesmerized to do anything about it. Then when as he finished speaking Nate brought his arm up, forming a nice round ball, and proceeded to like his bicep, all cock and swagger.

But this seemed to enrage Ryan again, “Never!” he shouted in response, “You’ll never get like this.”

Out of frustration Ryan made a fist and drove it hard into Nate’s stomach.

Nate regarded his opponent with derision. The force of the blow had required him to take a few steps backwards to keep from losing his balance, but his abs had absorbed the blow with no problem. Ryan had hit him with all his strength, but to Ryan it felt like he’d hit an impenetrable wall. His fist even hurt a little.

“My turn,” replied Nate grinning.

Before Ryan could do anything, Nate sucker punched him hard. Ryan was totally unprepared and the super powered force cause him to fly backwards through the air.

“That wasn’t even my full force,” explained Nate, “You need to calm down, man. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

He walked over to where Ryan had just gotten up and grabbed him in a bear hug and squeezed, trapping Ryan’s more massive arms at his side. Ryan would not be taken without a fight. He flexed, forcing his body into diamond hardness. He flared his lats and pumped his chest, trying to break Nate’s powerful grip. He worked to free his arms from the hold. Nate may have been incredibly strong, but so was Ryan. He felt his arms begin to move. Ryan doubled his efforts, tripled them even, desperate now to get away.

It turned out to be a lost cause though.

Every time he made any kind of gain against Nate, Nate would counter with a new burst of strength, flexing and growing all the time. Ryan screamed and put all his force into freeing his arms, but Nate’s grip never failed and it soon became clear that he was growing even more powerful. Ryan’s struggles were somehow feeding Nate; even as Nate’s powerful hold was feeding Ryan’s muscle growth as he struggled to escape.

The trouble was while Ryan was gaining size, Nate gained strength at an alarmingly faster rate.

“Imagine what I could do with more cans,” pondered Nate seductively in Ryan’s ear, “I can’t seem to break the seventeen inch mark on my arms. I need more of that juice. If you help me, there could be rewards in it for you too.”

Ryan felt his strength suddenly abate.

Instead of rage he was filled with a subtle frustration. Each time he thought he had become the alpha male he had been bested by someone else. First by David, and now Nate. Some guys couldn’t win.

Nate felt Ryan’s struggles stop as Ryan relaxed in his bear hug.

“Okay,” Ryan told Nate resignedly as Nate let him go, “I’ll show you where they are.”

Nate smiled to himself, noticing Jesse and John standing off to the side. He knew they’d been watching the fight the whole time. Oh, well, Nate thought. He knew he couldn’t keep superman level strength a secret forever.

“Good,” he said, turning his attention back to Ryan, “But first it’s your turn to fuck Karly.”

Part 18

[sexiscriptor]

by which i mean
OMFUG!!!
JESUS man--i totally wasn't ready for that :P nuthin like I'd expected. At first I thought Nate was just being cocksure, but then...w0w.

But best of all, cocky bastard that he is (not that I, for one, have any trouble with that :P), it would appear he's mostly a good sport -

Originally Posted by Shade

“Good,” he said, turning his attention back to Ryan, “But first it’s your turn to fuck Karly.”

hehe :P

[Shade]

I think Nate may be my inner id trying to make a break for it. Anyway, I just wanted to introduce a fun character that had some surprises. I guess it worked.