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Persuasion, Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-02-26 22:38:42 +0000 UTC
Gabe awoke one morning two weeks later and found an email from Persuasion waiting for him in his in-box. Just like previously, this email also had a link to a video site, which Gabe quickly clicked on.
The video opened with another title card announcing it was filmed the day before on one of the town's public beaches. The sky was clear and bright, and the sand was packed with families having a good time both in and out of the water.
After about 15 seconds of the establishing shot, the view changed from a wide shot in the middle of the sunny beach to something shadier and more secluded. Gabe wondered if the cameraperson was perhaps under a beach umbrella, or if the camera was being held beneath some sort of structure to prevent anyone from seeing that it was there.
It wasn't long after that Eric and Willy came into view, with Eric carrying a blanket and Willy lugging a duffel bag. Eric was already shirtless so he could show off his fit torso, but Willy was wearing oversized black t-shirt and long black shorts that obscured his physique from the camera.
"This looks like a perfect spot, don't you think?" asked Eric as he stopped about 5 feet from the camera and began spreading out the blanket.
Willy didn't respond. He just knelt down and began pawing through his bag.
Eric gazed over at Willy with a worried look on his face. Gabe also thought Eric showed a second of frustration…maybe even anger. "Listen, I know it's not perfect, but we can't afford your regular tanning sessions right now to get ready for the contest, so it's got to be done here. Let's just be thankful that Quinton lent you his bronzer, okay. That should make a big difference."
As Eric spoke, Willy pulled the tube out of the bag. "He didn't lend it to me…he just forgot it at my house."
Eric nodded as he took the bronzer from Willy. "Tomato, tow-mah-tow. We'll get it all cleared up soon and forget it ever happened. Let's get that shirt off you and turn you into a golden god."
Willy hesitated. "That's the other thing. Lately I just feel so...small…at least in my chest and arms. I don't feel like a god at all. My clothes don't seem nearly as tight, except at the waist, and I don't get the pumps I usually do just by doing pushups and sit-ups at home. I wish I hadn't always relied on using the gym's tape measure and scale."
Eric began tugging at Willy's shirt and pulling it up over his head. "Well, who knew our gym memberships would be cut off so quickly?"
Willy sighed as his shirt came off. He still looked like a beast, but certainly not as big and ripped as he had been before. "It's just that even though I don't have any idea what my stats really are, I am sure that my muscles are atrophying, Eric. I mean, I'm out of protein powder and creatine, I have to rely on boxes of mac and cheese from the food bank for nutrition, and I have no weights to work out with. I don't think I should even enter the competition."
Eric looked at his lover's chest and arms and hesitated before he responded, which Gabe took to mean that the next words out of Eric's lips were going to be a lie. "Nonsense, Willy, you're as big a hunk as ever. Look at all the other guys on this beach – none of them are as muscular as you. You're going to blow everyone away at the contest next month. And once they give you that big check, we should be able to use it to hire a lawyer and get the IRS to un-freeze our assets, and everything will be back to normal."
Willy sighed again and then lay down on his stomach as Eric applied the bronzer. Five seconds later, the video ended.
Gabe smiled, and again got a huge erection. His power trip was making him horny. Next time he wouldn’t waste it on jacking himself off, but rather be ready with someone to help take care of it for him.
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A month later, Gabe received a third alert from Persuasion. Before opening it, however, he texted an acquaintance named Barrett with whom he had already made an arrangement. Barrett was a powerlifter who never seemed to have enough money, so Gabe (who was easily a millionaire several times over) offered to pay for three months of every supplement, vitamin, and protein powder that Barrett needed in exchange for one blowjob. Barrett quickly and enthusiastically agreed, and Gabe said he would let him know when. And that time was now.
Barrett made it over to Gabe’s house in about 10 minutes, and the two men went upstairs. Gabe took his tablet and a pair of headphones with him, and they both got down to business – Gabe started watching his video, and Barrett started fondling the smaller man’s cock.
The video went from pitch black to showing a restaurant dining area. Gabe wasn’t sure which restaurant it was, but based on the nearby serving stations, the feed appeared to be security camera footage from inside a buffet. The time stamp read 11:01am and the previous day’s date.
Within a few seconds Eric and Willy came into view and sat down at a nearby table. The rest of the dining room was empty, which Gabe attributed to it just opening for the day.
Eric set down his plate that looked like it had a salad and some sort of meat portion, and Willy’s plate appeared to…well, have almost everything else. The food was piled high and almost spiled off the edges.
“I still cannot believe I won,” said Willy.
Curious and a little bit upset, Gabe pulled the screen closer to his face and turned up the volume on the tablet to make sure he was hearing everything correctly. Persuasion had promised to make Eric and Willy suffer, and now it appeared as though things had improved for the couple…eating a huge meal, and Willy winning something. Was it his bodybuilding competition? Gabe really wanted to know what was going on, and fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long to find out.
“Yeah,” replied Eric, a bit glumly. “Hooray.”
Willy stacked two pieces of pizza together, shoved them in his mouth, and chewed quickly. “Come on, this is the first good thing that has happened to us in a while. Winning a year of free meals at an all-you-can-eat buffet that is only a block from where we live, and when we don’t have any money coming in? That’s like an incredible stroke of good luck.”
“First of all, Willy, I still don’t know how you won. It’s not like we ever came here before. And secondly, maybe all-you-can-eat is not the best thing for a guy who hasn’t gotten any exercise for the past month?”
The big man had moved on from the pizza and was now attacking a trio of large meatballs. “What are you saying, Eric?”
“I’m saying that you’re getting fat, Willy. All the food you keep scarfing down here has made your belly so big that your shirt can barely cover it, and your ass…well, good God, it’s fuckin’ huge. And you’ve done all that damage in just a few weeks’ time. I think you need to slow down on all the calories you’re ingesting.”
Gabe hadn’t noticed at first, as he was taking in all the other details of the restaurant, but Willy had definitely changed from hunk to chunk since the two had first met in the gym a few months ago. Everything about him seemed softer and fuller and rounder. The changes made Gabe quite tingly all over, and Barrett (still trying to to work his magic down below) finally got Gabe’s cock to stand at attention. He began licking, sucking, nibbling…and eventually got the entire head of the penis into his mouth.
Back on the screen, Gabe watched the drama continue to unfold. He was getting more and more excited with each passing second.
“I’ve always been a big guy with a big appetite,” replied Willy as he wiped the marinara sauce from his chin.
Eric picked at his salad while he also picked at his boyfriend. “Yeah, but you used to burn it all off. Now you just sit around all the time, getting fucking fatter and weaker every minute.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do, Eric?” asked Willy with a slightly raised voice. “We don’t have any money, so it’s not like I have a lot of options to choose from. Coming here to eat is about the only thing we can do.”
“You could have tried a little moderation, Chubs. My God, you just sit there and eat and eat and eat until everything about you is bloated. You used to look like Mr. America, but now you resemble...well, North America. About the only thing that’s gotten smaller is your cock now that it’s buried in your fat pad.”
“Geez, Eric. I’m flat broke, can’t work out, can’t compete in bodybuilding….I mean, have you even considered how I feel?”
Eric stood up from his chair and loudly said, “Well, I think you feel…like a blob, Willy! You feel…soft and flabby. I only hooked up with you because of your amazing body and now it’s submerged under all that disgusting lard. You used to be so fuckin’ hot…with those insane muscles popping out all over, and all those sexy veins running across your arms and chest. I got the biggest fuckin’ boner the first time I saw you in the gym because you were just all sex on a stick, Willy. I actually had to go rub one out in the locker room when you started doing those 150-pound curls because it was so damn hot…you could easily outlift every other man there. Now you’re just a fat, weak loser whose disgusting body is spilling out of his clothes and you’re not even trying to stop it. It’s like you want to get fatter and fatter.”
Gabe’s cock was fully engorged by this point…he was very turned on by what he was seeing on the tablet and what Barrett was doing down below. He may have been a little guy, but he felt as powerful as he imagined Willy used to when he outlifted all the other gym members. He felt dominant, and victorious, and strong. He pictured himself with a body like Willy used to have and licked his lips at the thought of having all those muscles…Gabe didn’t want to be near that kind of body, but rather he wanted that body. He wanted the big biceps and the bulging pecs. He wanted the massive tree trunk legs. He wanted to show off in front of a bunch of man lusting after him.
The daydream was so intense that Gabe’s erection erupted in a spew of jizz faster than it ever had before; he tossed down the tablet, grabbed onto his Barrett’s head, and howled like a werewolf. Barrett almost choked as the gushing stream volleyed into his mouth, and he eventually smiled as what a good job he thought he had done.
On the tablet screen, where the video was still playing, the conversation between Eric and Willy continued spiraling into a yelling contest until Eric stormed out. Willy eventually returned to his plate and drowned his sorrows in his giant serving of mashed potatoes.
