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Hercules, Hercu-less (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2021-08-31 00:28:50 +0000 UTCTanner was shaken by his encounter with Hercules. “How is this type of behavior allowed?” he wondered.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Another member came over right after the incident and helped him up off the floor. “You OK?” asked the stranger.
Looking up, Tanner smiled at the man – he was tall and cute, with a kind smile. He had short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a bit of scruff on his chin. He was also skinny like Tanner, but several inches taller.
“Yeah, I guess so. My name’s Tanner.”
“Jackson. The man you had the pleasure of just meeting was Hercules Jones. And I’m sorry that you had to go through that.”
“Thank you, Jackson. I think I’ll find the manager and report what happened,” replied Tanner.
Jackson sighed. “It won’t do any good, sadly. The guy who runs the place is a friend of Herc’s parents, and he always thinks it’s the victims who are at fault for whatever happens – we either got in his way, or did something to piss him off. The big man has free reign to do as he pleases here.”
“But that’s ridiculous,” said Tanner. “Why does everyone still work out here?”
“It’s the only fitness facility in town. You either lift here or spend a fortune to buy equipment for your home. C’mon, let’s head over to the juice bar and I’ll give you the full story.”
Tanner smiled and accepted the offer. As they headed away from the free weight room where Hercules was holding court, Jackson filled Tanner in on the Jones’ family and how everyone loved the parents and sister so much that they all tried to ignore what an asshole the son was.
“I take it you’ve been his target a few times, too?” asked Tanner.
“Most definitely. What’s the best way to say this – I’m very, very attracted to big guys. I’ve never wanted to be one myself, but I do love to be with one. I think Hercules can sense that vulnerability – he knows when you are so hot for him that you will keep taking the abuse no matter how bad it gets.”
The two men continued talking, with Jackson sharing more stories, after they received their smoothies. The more Tanner learned about how bad things were, the more he wanted to do something about it – especially to protect someone like Jackson, who he was instantly drawn to.
He continued to think about long after he went home that evening, and even when he went to bed. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he would be different if he had a body like Hercules.
Around 2:00 in the morning. Tanner started to have a dream – one in which he possessed the body of a Greek god. Instead of small and weak, he was tall and strong – easily 6’5” and 300 pounds of sexy, beefy muscle. He had deeply tanned skin stretched tight over enormous arms, chest, and legs. He even had enormous hair – the mousy ‘do he normally wore had been replaced with a lion’s mane of dark curls. Tanner took the time to explore his body in the dream, running his rough hands over his big muscles and his tight abs, firm glutes, and newly massive penis.
In the dream, Tanner thought about Jackson, and knew he needed to pay his friend a visit, because Jackson was going to enjoy these changes. He slipped on a pair of blue rugby shorts, which were very tight around his mega-muscle ass and showed off all the contours of his big cock, and he headed out the door.
"Wait until he gets a look at me now," Tanner thought as he marveled how much easier it was to walk with all his new dream muscles. He felt so manly that he decided to break into a jog just to test out his new body.
Any concern that it might get more difficult evaporated within seconds as Tanner discovered that jogging was a piece of cake. His body just seemed to sail down the street as he if were exerting no effort, and his breathing remained steady and even the entire time. It was hot outside, so a little sweat started to trickle down his neck and chest.
Tanner noticed that quite a few people along the sidewalk would stare as he approached – he had given those same looks to other studs in the past, but now people were ogling him. "And why shouldn't they?" he thought. "I'm a superhot muscleman wearing nothing but tennis shoes and am obscenely tight pair of shorts. That's not something that most people see every day."
After a few miles of jogging in his dream, Tanner finally reached Jackson’s home – he didn’t know how he knew where Jackson lived, but somehow his brain led him in the right direction. He knocked on the door, and it opened a few seconds later.
Jackson gasped from the sight. Before him stood a tall, massively muscled specimen who looked like he had stepped right out of a porn video. But instead of being impressed, her seemed nervous.
"Are you here to make fun of me, too?" asked Jackson.
“What? Of course not. It’s me, Tanner. We met earlier today at the gym. I went through a bit of a transformation.”
Jackson’s eyes grew wide. "Wow! I’m sorry that I didn’t recognize you. I thought maybe you were a friend of Hercules who he had sent over to torture me.”
Tanner shook his head. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Jackson. I’m here to take care of you.”
“I cannot believe how different you look, Tanner,” replied Jackson. Big pecs, big arms, big everything...you seem like quite the powerhouse!”
“How about you invite me in, and I’ll show you how much power I’ve got?” asked Tanner.
“Most definitely,” said Jackson. He licked his lips and then moved out of the way to let his new friend into his home.
Once they were both in the living room, Tanner flexed his arm to show its incredible size. His bicep grew to its full girth of 24 inches, complete with a thick vein snaking its way across the top. "Look at this muscle, Jackson. Feel how hard it is. Yes, that's it, rub the vein. I can tell you like it. I can tell you are getting excited at its heft and mass. Its powerful enough to lift you with one arm."
Tanner swooped up Jackson and started doing curls with him, and he could see his friend’s face was flush with passion. "My muscles were made to keep you safe. Anyone tries to touch my little man, you let me know, and I will take him out." Tanner continued, "I like you, Jackson, and I’m here to make sure you get anything and everything you want.”
Jackson couldn’t resist any long and rewarded Tanner with a passionate, deep, wet kiss. The two embraced, and then hands were suddenly everywhere. Before long, Tanner carried Jackson into the bedroom and placed him down on his bed.
“How would you like to be pleasured, Jackson?” asked Tanner as he sat down beside his new friend. “What would make your dreams come true?”
“You…you want to know what I want? You’re not just going to do whatever you want?” asked Jackson.
“No way, stud. I want you to pick. You’re so fuckin’ sexy that I’m gonna get turned on no matter what we do.”
Jackson blushed again, as nobody had ever called him sexy before, and he placed his left hand on Tanner’s crotch. "Please, please, please fuck me. I've always wanted a really big man inside me, and it feels like you got a monster erection that’s ready to go.”
Tanner smiled. "It’ll get hard pretty quick with you around Jackson, but yeah, it’s still soft right now."
“You’re fuckin’ kidding? It’s still soft? But it feels so HUGE!"
"Just wait. It gets much bigger," said Tanner. He stood up and took off his rugby shorts to reveal his massive endowment.
"Good Lord!" said Jackson as he took in the sight all the 9-inch flaccid penis.
Tanner bent over, picked up Jackson, and gently laid him down on his stomach. He then crawled on top of Jackson and began kissing the back and sides of his neck. “How does that feel so far, stud?”
All of Jackson’s juices were flowing. “So fucking hot!” he replied.
Tanner continued his kissing, but also began applying lube to one of his large fingers and inserting it into the crack of Jackson’s ass, which he massaged vigorously. After about 30 seconds he added a second finger, and then a third.
“Oh, I’m ready, Tanner. I’m ready for your super cock."
The big man did as he was told and penetrated Jackson with his fat mushroom head. Jackson moaned loudly and instinctively clenched, but nothing could stop Tanner’s rock-hard staff. It was too big and too powerful to be resisted.
Jackson began feeling his first orgasm right away as Tanner applied the full force of his weight, and the smaller man cried out “Fuck me!” so loud he was sure all his neighbors could hear (he was also sure in that moment he really didn’t care).
Tanner began to thrust, forcing every inch of his thick eleven inches into his lover and stretching Jackson’s butthole wider than he though possible. Jackson cried out again after having a second orgasm, and then a third time. And a fourth time. Wave after wave of pleasure spasmed through his entire being, and he felt more pleasure in the next few minutes than he had felt cumulatively in his entire life. He felt warm and safe and loved and protected and about 100 other emotions all at the same time.
Tanner flexed his cock and he pumped Jackson over and over, and soon he too was climaxing. His sperm gushed forth into Jackson, unloading pint after pint of manly seed. Eventually he pulled out and collapsed next to Jackson on the comforter.
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The next morning, Tanner awoke in his own bed after having the most erotic dream of his life. His body was drenched in sweat, and his crotch was covered in dried cum, and he quickly remembered every detail of the very vivid dream he had. Tanner wanted to make that dream a reality – not just having the perfect body, but somehow taking it from Hercules so he couldn’t bother anyone anymore – so he started thinking about what he needed to do to get it.
“I know who I need to call,” he thought. “I bet he can help me get what I want.”
