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Relax Buddy
🕑 Added 2023-02-21 00:17:37 +0000 UTCI woke up every day feeling stressed. Overcommitted, you know?
We live in an era where every minute gets accounted for. I wake up at 5:45. Ten minutes for the bathroom, twenty minutes to meditate, thirty to shower and get dressed. Then it’s into the car and I’m on my way to the office.
I’m a vice-president at my company already and I’m only 32 years old. You don’t get here without taking life seriously. But it’s got a cost – I’m taking pills to reduce my stomach acid, pills to reduce my stress hormones, and the 45 minutes I scheduled for a cup of tea is the highlight of my week.
It’s obvious. My assistant – Kevin – came into my office one Friday and gave me a long look.
“Boss, it’s just... are you getting enough exercise?” he asked.
What the hell kind of question is that? Just cause Kevin’s got a trim waist and wide shoulders he acts like the rest of us have failed. Besides, I’m not fat, if anything I’m too skinny. Stress does that.
“Who’s got the time?” I joked. “About those reports...”
“Wait,” Kevin interrupted. “I’m serious. I can recommend a personal trainer if that’d help. He gets really great results.”
“Look, Kevin,” I sighed. “I appreciate the concern. I really do, but the gym’s never been a priority for me and I’m not gonna start going now.”
“Why not?” Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I laughed out loud.
“Well... where would I find the time?” I said, making an excuse. “You manage my calendar. You know – every minute of my day is scheduled. Right now, we’re supposed to be reviewing the new reporting protocol.”
“We’re ahead of schedule,” Kevin said. “Besides, finding time on your calendar is my job.”
“Please,” I scoffed. “I’m on the fast track to a senior VP role. I just can’t afford the hit to my productivity. Besides, I think you work out enough for the both of us.”
“Yeah, I’m kind of obsessed,” Kevin said with a self-deprecating shrug. “After all, it’s got a lot of benefits to your mental health and your productivity – give it a chance! You’ll get better rest, have more energy and stamina, and I promise you’ll be way more relaxed!”
“I doubt it,” I said.
“Okay... make you a deal,” Kevin said. “Try it for one week, just three sessions. If you don’t want to keep going, I’ll write all your TPS reports next month. No overtime.”
That’d make my numbers look better for sure.
“Fine,” I laughed. “I hope you like drafting reports. Set it up and put it on my calendar. Now... let’s get back to this review...”
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I forgot all about it until the next Monday. I dropped a pile of paperwork on Kevin’s desk and barked out my standard “What’s next?”
“You’ve got a gym session for the next ninety minutes,” Kevin said, giving me a devilish look. “That’s fifteen minutes to get there, forty-five for a workout, fifteen for a shower and change after, and another fifteen to get back.”
I tried to laugh it off.
“Sorry,” I shrugged. “I forgot. Didn’t bring any gym clothes. Make sure the guy gets paid, but I don’t think I’m gonna find the time... really now, what’s next?”
Kevin shook his head and looked me dead in the eye.
“You’ve got a gym session for the next ninety minutes,” he said firmly. “The bet stands – if you want to quit next week, a month of TPS reports are on me, but right now it’s in your calendar.”
“Not much of a bet,” I scoffed. “There’s nothing for you to win.”
“Yeah, well... I like helping people,” Kevin shrugged. “Time for you to get going. There’s a gym bag waiting in the car."
Kevin knew me too well. When something’s on my calendar, I just bite the bullet and do it.
Sure enough, there was a gym bag waiting in the car downstairs. I slid into the back seat and slumped down, letting the driver carry me across town and to a disreputable looking building.
“It’s just over there sir,” he said, pointing at a set of concrete steps. I hefted the bag and trudged down. The dusty window had a simple sign – GYM.
I stepped inside and laughed. The outside of the building looked like a failing warehouse. The inside was more like a high-end spa. Hardwood panelling, soft lights, and a fit young woman behind the front desk. A well-muscled young man was learning against the desk chatting, but they fell silent when I walked in.
“Afternoon,” he said with a friendly tone. “You must be Danny.”
“It’s Dan,” I corrected him. “I’m supposed to have an appointment?”
“Sure thing,” the young man nodded. “It’s good to meet you, I’m Chet and I’ll be your trainer. Why don’t you follow me to your changing room and we’ll get started.”
We left the girl at the desk behind and he led me around the corner and down a hallway. The walls were painted rich maroon colour and the doors were the same dark wood as the lobby. Whoever build this place knew how to make it feel rich.
“This one is yours,” Chet said, opening one about halfway down the row. There was a brass plate mounted on the wood – “Dan Abbott”. He stepped inside first and beckoned me inside.
It wasn’t huge – about the size of my guest bathroom – but that’s big enough to hold a suit rack and a shower and a vanity.
“It’s a private room,” Chet said. “So don’t try to shove your suit into the locker, just hang it up here. You’ve got a few minutes to change. I’ll be waiting down the hall when you’re ready – the opposite end from the reception desk.”
“Sure,” I said. I’ve been in a couple gyms in my life. The one from college, and one I tried going to for a couple years during my twenties. If they’d been setup like a spa, maybe I’d have kept going.
I wondered what the workout would be like. A Swedish massage and coconut water? I guess I’d find out soon enough.
I stripped off my suit and hung it on the rack. My boxers too. I didn’t want to spend the day sitting in sweaty underwear. I hoped Kevin had been thoughtful enough to pack everything I’d need.
It must have been a practical joke.
The bag was full of clothes and they were fucking ridiculous.
I wouldn’t wear this shit in a million years.
Kevin had packed me neon orange running shoes and a matching pair of shorts. The shorts would barely cover my package – the tag said they had a 6” inseam. I guess I was grateful the tanktop wasn’t bright orange too... he’d picked out a complimentary purple tank for me.
“No fuckin’ way...” I muttered, tossing the clothes aside and digging farther into the bag.
Luckily Kevin wasn’t getting fired today. He’d given me another option. I pulled out a pair of black runners and black jogging pants with a white t-shirt. I usually like a little colour in my outfits, but monochrome was the clear winner today.
“Good enough,” I chuckled, sliding into the joggers.
When I came out of the changing room Chet was just visible at the end of the hall, standing discretely in view so that I wouldn’t get lost. The gym was empty behind him... just three or four other people working out with their trainers.
“Ready to go Danny?” he asked, clipboard in hand.
“Dan,” I repeated to him. “Get it right.”
“For sure,” Chet grinned. “Let’s get started with a few strength tests. Now... have you used a squat rack before?”
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Chet put me through the paces. He pushed me on every exercise, making sure he had an honest idea of what I could do. Some of the exercises... I’d never done a deadlift before. My few sessions in weight room had revolved around bicep curls and bench presses. The stuff you see on TV.
“That stuff’s good,” Chet nodded agreeably. “But it’s not the whole story. We want to make sure you get a complete workout, not just the superficial stuff. I promise, you’re going to have a whole new relationship with your glutes.”
I didn’t really know what that meant, so I changed the subject.
“I’m just glad this place isn’t all windows,” I chuckled. “I hate feeling like I’m on display.”
“Relax buddy,” Chet said, laying a strong hand on my shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with showing off your hard work. All those people staring... they’re just jealous, right? They wish they were in here, pushing like a beast.”
Typical motivational garbage, right? But I had to admit, it made me feel good. After all, I’d shown up today, no matter how much I wanted to skip out.
I’ve never been ashamed of how hard I worked at the office. Why be shy about my body?
I left a couple buttons undone when I swapped back to my suit.
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I met up with one of my peers for drinks on Tuesday. Jamie runs our logistics division. When the manufacturing department runs out of raw materials, that’s his fault. I try to meet him at least once a month – sometimes we solve problems before they happen.
We had two cocktails before we exhausted all the urgent work subjects. The rest of the evening would focus around personal bonding. I swear, the young guys at my office, they don’t understand that it’s not about what you know – it’s about who you know.
“I’ve got to say Dan, this is a new look for you,” Jamie said, lifting his third drink and clinking it against my glass.
“Huh?” I said, glancing down. “Too much?”
I’d stopped at my condo after work and changed into some more casual clothes. Usually I met Jamie wearing a suit and tie, but tonight I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The look was clean and classic. American as hell, you know?
“Nah, it works on you,” Jamie shrugged. “But don’t let the higher ups catch you like this. You look like you’re cruising for a hookup. Spencer wouldn’t like that.”
Conrad Spencer, our mutual boss, didn’t like anyone having a life outside of work. If he got his way I’d sleep under my desk. To be honest... sometimes I do.
“Whatever,” I shrugged. “I look good, and if you’ve got it, flaunt it, right? Spencer’s probably just jealous.”
“Yeah,” Jamie said, shying away from criticizing our boss. We were both on the fast track. I should have been more circumspect too.
If Jamie decided it’d benefit him, he’d rat me out in a second. We’re coworkers – that doesn’t make us friends.
It was dark outside and I could see my reflection in the windows. Guys were walking past outside, glancing inside occasionally. Good... let them be jealous.
I couldn’t wait for my next gym session. After all, gym gear is great for showing off.
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Kevin was waiting with my coffee and an expectant look.
“Hey, am I still on for the gym today?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I couldn’t sleep the night before, I was looking forward to it that much.
“Yes sir,” Kevin said, confirming my calendar with a quick glance. “Right after the production meeting. Did you enjoy yourself last time?”
It felt like he was teasing me.
“It was a nice break from the office,” I admitted.
When I got to the gym I found the same clothes inside my bag, freshly laundered. Had I mentioned something to Kevin? This time he’d stacked the white t-shirt on top and those boring joggers. I dug past them until I found neon orange.
Yeah, they were gaudier, but I like a splash of colour in my clothing. Besides... why not show off my work a little? I slid the shorts up my bare legs, loving the silky feeling of the fabric. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed it – you were definitely gonna see me working in this outfit.
“Looking good,” Chet said. “Today we’re gonna start with some leg work. Let’s head back to the squat rack.”
He pushed me through a heavy workout. The weights I’d managed to lift on Monday were all written on his clipboard, and now he was pushing me. An extra 2.5 pounds here, another rep there. He called it progressive overload. I called it torture.
“What’s the point of this,” I panted during a sixty second rest break. I was staring at an absolute monster who was grunting on the leg press. “I can push all I want, I’m never gonna look like that guy.”
“Relax buddy,” Chet said, giving my neck a quick massage. “You’re competitive, I get it, but he started out just like you. You can match up against him... just put in the work.”
I felt my tense muscles release under his gentle massage. That felt really good. I wondered if he did massage sessions outside the gym...
And I needed it. I’m a big guy. I glanced at one of the mirrored walls and looked myself over – a mass of untrained muscle, sweating his ass off in a tiny pair of shorts and a stringer tank. Once I got trained up...
“Yeah, you got the genetics, huh Danny?” Chet said, reading my thoughts. “You’re gonna make these guys look small.”
“It’s, uh... it’s Dan,” I corrected him automatically. I gave my chest a quick flex and watched my tank stretch over my pecs.
I looked around the room... it was just guys in here.
“Man,” I sighed. “With a body like this, you think I’d get some pussy, huh?” I joked.
“Relax buddy,” Chet said, giving my meaty delt a punch. “You don’t need to worry about the ladies anymore.”
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I was loading up the squat rack with 315 when a guy came up behind me.
“Wow...” he said, sounding impressed. “You sure do lift a lot...”
“Yeah,” I laughed. I reached back instinctively and gave my ass a slap. “You gotta lift heavy if you want a booty like mine.”
“Mmmmm... lemme have a look,” the other guy said, stepping behind me and putting a hand on each meaty cheek. His voice was deep and sensual, with just a hint of playfulness.
I glanced at my reflection and realized I was totally naked and so was my new friend. He was a gym rat like me, sculpted muscle with a caveman jaw and thirsty eyes. He was so fuckin’ hot... we were so fuckin’ hot...
He squeezed my ass with both hands. I left out a soft moan in response.
“Yeah, you like that?” he teased.
I found myself nodding.
“Then you’ll love this,” the guy said, stepping closer. He kissed the back of my neck tenderly, working his way down my traps and towards my delts. I felt something against my hole and I realized it was the other man’s cock.
My own cock jerked to attention. The feeling of his cock against my hole... it provoked something new inside me. An utter need that I’d never be able to satisfy alone.
“Yeah baby...” I moaned. “Fuck me good...”
The guy shifted his weight and put it behind his cock. He started to push inside me.
I woke up with a gasp.
I was covered in sweat, tangled in my blankets and rock hard. My alarm clock was beeping urgently – it was 5:45 AM.
“Fuck,” I moaned, burying my face in the pillow. “Five more fuckin’ minutes...”
I got out of bed, fondling my cock and balls as I headed for the bathroom.
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I was late getting into the office. Between fingering myself in the shower and picking out a sexy enough suit, I was late before I left the house.
That should have been all I could think about. Instead my focus was on the maintenance guy. We were sharing an elevator, rocketing up towards my office.
“Shit dude, what’s your ass workout,” I blurted. He had a pair of juicy cantaloupes under his workman's uniform. The guy could do porn.
“Uh... I guess just workin’ maintenance,” he said uncomfortably. “I mean... I’m on my feet all day, ain’t I?”
The elevator stopped and he made a quick exit. I held down the ‘Open Door’ button until he disappeared down the hallway, savouring my last glimpse of that beautiful butt.
I grunted as the elevator continued it’s ascent. My cock was hard in my boxer-briefs. I spent the rest of the ride composing myself, finally stepping off the elevator on the 22nd floor.
“Good morning Danny,” Kevin said with a devilish grin. I didn’t bother to correct him – he was holding a steaming cup of coffee and that took all my attention.
Almost all my attention. After my first sip, my mind turned to thinking about Kevin. The young man was hot as hell... all those VPs fucking their assistants... why hadn’t he ever crossed that line?
I was pretty sure Kevin was gay. Maybe it was time to make my move.
“Your first call is in five minutes,” Kevin said, reading off a schedule. “The notes are on your desk.”
I sat at my desk and shuffled papers. One more glance up to check him out. Shit... his crotch was at eye level and his slacks... damn, I wanted someone to fuck me. With that bulge, Kevin was an ideal candidate.
“Is there anything else you’ll need sir?”
No, I didn’t fuck my assistant. I’m a goddamn professional. I killed my camera and jerked off during the call.
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Kevin had my gym bag ready on Friday. I finished up my call as quickly as possible – the car was waiting and I needed to hit the gym. I had so much energy. Kevin was right about that.
I unzipped the bag and glanced inside while the elevator carried me down. Lime green shorts and a complimentary tanktop. Kevin had heeded my request and gotten me a shorter pair of shorts. Gotta show off, right?
“Hey Dan,” a suited man said, stepping into the elevator with me. “Taking off early?”
“Just hitting the gym,” I shrugged. “Gotta maintain the body if I wanna maintain the mind, y’know?”
He chuckled in response. Where did I know that guy from. The CFO or something, right?
It didn’t matter. The gym was waiting. My driver got us there in record time.
“Hey Danny,” Chet said cheerfully. He glanced at my beefy body, packed into bright scraps of fabric. “We’re gonna do back and arms today. Hope you’re ready!”
“For sure,” I nodded. “Just, uh... I prefer Dan.” God, I hate when people try to change you.
“You got it buddy,” Chet nodded. In one ear and out the other. I guess you don’t become a personal trainer because you aced the SAT. But did that matter? Chet was hot as fuck, and I felt like I was making real progress in the gym. He was great at his job.
After the last set of tricep extensions he delivered me to the change room.
“So what do you think?” Chet asked coyly. “Are we gonna see you back next week?”
“We’ll see,” I teased.
“Okay...” Chet said. He hesitated for a moment.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“It’s just... maybe this isn’t appropriate or whatever, but I was wondering...” he stalled. “Do you want to go on a date sometime? Like... tomorrow?”
“Uh...” I stuttered. I couldn’t believe Chet asked... the dude was totally hot. I had to keep thinking about my ex-wife to stay soft around him. I opened my mouth and then closed it again... what was the perfect response? I had to –
“Relax buddy,” Chet said gently. He landed his hand on my shoulder and ran his thumb along my traps. “You’re thinking too much. Just dumb it down, okay bro? Focus on being fuckable.”
It was like someone pulled the plug on my mind. I could feel my thoughts swirling around madly, draining down... somewhere... the world slowed down around me.
“You wanna go out with me tomorrow?” Chet asked again. I felt my cock surge with excitement.
The rest of my day was like... totally confusing. Thank fuck Kevin knows what’s goin’ on.
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I woke up the next morning feeling great. Big stretch in bed and I let out this super loud yawn. Man, I love sleepin’ in. Gettin’ big takes a lot of rest and a lotta food...
Chet and I were hitting up a steak house for lunch. Awesome, right?
Mmm... it was gonna be a great day. I could feel it already.
I hopped outta bed and hit the ground. Thirty pushups, then flip over and do thirty v-snaps. It’s just muscle memory bro. A gym rat needs his reps.
I took a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror. Two hundred and twenty pounds on a six foot frame. I love my body so much. And thank fuck, it was finally the weekend... yeah, time to let loose and have a cheat day. I stretched my neck and grinned at myself in the mirror.
“Yeah,” I rumbled. “I’d fuck me.”
I reached behind me and squeezed my cheeks. Moaned a little bit cause it feels so good.
“Yeah...” I rumbled again. “Can’t wait to get fucked...”
I licked my lips and stared in the mirror for a while. My cock was hard and I couldn’t help but grope a little... but just for a second, right?
“Gotta save my load for later,” I grunted. I dropped my cock... yeah... save it for later...
I glanced at the shower, but like I said, it’s the weekend. Time to relax. I’ve got a big ol’ bathtub, one of those clawfoot’s that’s perfect for a huge guy like me. I twisted on the taps and let it fill with hot water. I was meeting Chet at noon and the digital clock said it was like 9:30... I counted the hours on my fingers... four hours... I had lots of time to relax!
I tossed in a bath bomb and watched the tub fill with swirling colours. They’re so pretty... just like me!
I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and lowered myself into the water.
“Hey Alexa,” I called out. “Play me some music!”
An EDM beat filled the room. I closed my eyes. Zoned out til the water went cold.
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I walked into the restaurant and saw Chet already waiting across the room. He was looking hot – he’s not as big as me, but at 175 pounds and 5’9”, he was filling out that t-shirt real good. Chet saw me and gave me a friendly wave.
I waved back with a grin. I felt so fuckin’ good.
The place was kinda packed, and they put the chairs too close together. I kept bumping into people and having to say sorry. But girls wanna fuck me and guys wanna be me, so everyone’s pretty forgiving.
“Hey,” I said, finally sitting down across from Chet.
“Hey,” he said, drinking me in. “Haven’t seen you wear pants in a while.”
I blushed. Yeah, it was kinda embarrassing wearing jeans instead of my usual workout clothes, but I figured it’s a date, I gotta dress fancy, right? Besides, they’re like... 5% spandex or whatever, and they make my ass look super fuckable.
“Whatever,” I grinned. “Everyone’s staring at us.”
“Everyone’s staring at you,” Chet said. “That tank looks great.”
The server showed up out of nowhere. Or maybe I was just busy looking at Chet.
“I’ll have, uh... whatever he’s having,” I said, pointing at Chet’s beer. I hadn’t even thought to read the menu yet, and all those fuckin’ words...
“Good choice,” Chet said. “Reading’s not your thing anymore, huh?”
“Bro, it’s like... never been my thing,” I shrugged, taking a long sip of my beer. “I’m just not built for thinkin’.”
“Not anymore,” Chet repeated. “But you still remember, right? When you walked into the gym on Monday? You were all high and mighty, weren’t you? All smart and powerful, even if you were a skinny little runt.”
“Huh?” I asked. I tried to remember... yeah, I guess I had just started the gym on Monday. But that’s like... totally impossible. You don’t get this body overnight, y’know? It’s fuckin’ work...
“That’s it,” Chet teased. “He’s starting to remember.”
“Dude, that doesn’t make any sense,” I laughed. “No way I was skinny and smart and stuff.”
But I was starting to remember. The confidence I felt when I looked at a spreadsheet. The way I felt when I put on a freshly pressed suit. That high I got when my bosses needed something NOW and I was the only one who could deliver...
“Wait... Chet...” I said, rubbing my forehead. “Like... what the hell...”
“I did it to you,” Chet smirked. “I made you into a dumbass muscle beast. I made you crave cock and creatine. I made you into a showoff and a slut. And now I’m gonna fuck your ass for a couple months before I cut you loose.”
The world was spinning. Why was he saying that shit? Like... oh my god... maybe it was true...
“I’m freakin’ out bro,” I said, grabbing my beer and chugging it. “Why???”
“I dunno, he chuckled. “Somethin’ to do. Relax buddy,” he took my hand and flashed his eyebrows at me. “You like all the changes. You’re grateful for them. You like being a muscle slut, right?”
Yeah, I realized. He was right. I was so much better now. I kinda remembered being a skinny little twerp, all brains and no brawn. Like... impressed with myself, but for all the wrong reasons. But now...
“Dude, I’m so much better now,” I said. My face split into a wide grin. “But... what about my job! I’m like... not nearly smart enough for it!”
“That’s right,” Chet nodded. “You’re too dumb for your old job. You know what you’re smart enough for?”
He squeezed my leg under the table. My cock went rock hard.
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We stumbled into Chet’s apartment. He’d driven us while I squeezed into the passenger seat and followed his instructions. Flex my biceps. Rub my nipples. Pull out my cock and jerk it... but not enough to cum. We made out at every red light.
He slammed me up against a wall and pinned me there playfully. Sure, I’ve got almost fifty pounds on Chet, but it’s hot when he dominates me.
The wall shook when I hit it. That’s how big I am now. Fuckin’ awesome, right?
“I want you to fuck me,” I moaned when Chet started kissing my neck. “I wanna get fucked so bad...”
“Hard to believe you’re a virgin,” Chet grinned.
“But I’m... I’m not...” I struggled to remember. I used to fuck, didn’t I? I kinda thought...
“You are where it counts,” Chet laughed. He spun me around and grabbed my ass through the denim. I squirmed under his grip. All of a sudden I got it... yeah, I’d never been fucked before. I was gonna lose my V-card.
He tugged my jeans down. Of course I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Like... why bother?
Chet buried his face in my hole. His tongue flicked back and forth, pushing inside just enough that I could feel it. Oh shit... that felt good.
I moaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear. At least... I hoped so.
Then I was on the bed. Chet was lubing up my hole and teasing it with his cock. I wanted him to push inside me so bad... just one long thrust and BOOM, I’d be riding his pole. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me now...
“Just lie back baby,” Chet said. “Enjoy it.”
He pushed inside and... holy shit, I couldn’t believe how big his cock felt inside me. He was just inside, just a half inch or so, and I could barely stand it. It was so much easier in my dreams... why did it feel like this...?
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Chet moaned, pushing inside slowly. “Relax buddy... you’re a total bottom slut. Just relax and take it...”
I moaned as Chet’s cock sank deep inside my ass. He slid right into me, lighting me up with every inch. He almost bottomed out when he hit my prostate and the world exploded.
“Oh my god...” I gasped. I tried to look up at him but my eyes wouldn’t focus. “Oh my god...”
“Yeah, you like that baby?” Chet grunted. He pulled halfway out and then went back for another thrust. Out and in. Out and in. He fucked my ass so good...
I melted under his cock. Fuck yeah. Gimme that dick.
“I’m gonna cum,” Chet gasped. “You gonna cum yet boy? C’mon... blow that load all over your chest...”
I reached forward and found my cock. It was ready to go at any moment. The head was slick with precum and it didn’t take long before...
Oh god, I could feel him cumming inside of me. He was gasping and throbbing, filling me up with his...
I shot my load all over my chest.
“Uuuhhhhn...” he gasped, the last of his load squeezing into me. He landed beside me with a heavy thud. We zoned out for a long time. Holy fuck I felt good.
Eventually I heard the shower running. I wanted to get up to join him, but I couldn’t stand. I was trapped in the afterglow. Maybe forever.
He looked down at me, towelling off his hair and smirking.
“Hey Danny,” he ordered. “Get up. I wanna go dancing.”
I struggled up onto my elbows. “My name’s Dan,” I corrected him.
“Relax buddy,” Chet smirked.
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We took a cab to this gay bar downtown. Chet says it’s like... the coolest club around. The place was packed with dudes.
I was grinding against Chet – and everyone was staring. I loved it.
“Check it out,” I shouted in Chet’s ear. “Everyone’s staring at us!”
“Yeah?” Chet chuckled. “Two big muscle dudes, enjoying the fuck outta each other’s bodies... of course they wanna watch!”
“Yeah,” I shouted back. “I love it! They’re all so hot!”
“Relax buddy,” Chet shouted, right in my ear. “They’re all gonna fuck you eventually!”
I don’t know how he does it, but my whole perspective shifted. I wasn’t just in a room of hot dudes dancing anymore. I was in a crowd of people waiting to fuck me. Shit... the little side glances they were giving us, the moments of eye contact... yeah, they wanted to fuck me so bad...
“Mmmm...” I moaned, feeling my cock get even harder.
“Yeah?” Chet laughed, groping at my cock through the tight denim. I’d lost my shirt a while ago, but I kept the jeans on. Sometimes half-naked is sexier than all the way, y’know?
“Yeah,” I shouted, pointing at a guy across the room. “I wanna start with that guy!”
He was leaning against the bar. Athletic, but streamlined like Chet, not big and bulky like me. Kinda hot, but mostly just cute. Dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans. He was looking right at us.
Chet waved him over.
“Hey,” I shouted, putting my hand on his shoulder. “I’m Danny. This is Chet. You wanna fuck?”
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My alarm went off like... super early on Monday morning. I’d been out dancing til two, and now I had to get up at seven? My job like... totally sucks.
But still, you gotta make money, right? So I squeezed my ass into a pair of jeans and tried to look fuckable. Yeah... who wouldn’t wanna pound this ass?
I got to the office around 8:30. Kevin was waiting for me with a cup of coffee and a big grin.
“Hey,” he said. “I didn’t think you were coming in today.”
“Huh?”
“Just thought you might skip out,” he shrugged. “Maybe hit the gym instead.”
“Oh hell yeah,” I said, loving that idea. “For real... can you cover for me? I wanna go lift.”
“You’ve got it boss,” Kevin said. He grabbed my gym bag from behind his desk and tossed it to me. “Don’t worry about coming back, I can handle things here.”
Kevin’s like... the best. Too bad he’s my assistant. I really wanna have him fuck me.
I walked into the gym and headed straight for my change room. Kevin packed me a slutty gym outfit – 4” mesh shorts and a highlighter blue stringer... exactly what I wanted. He just like... gets my vibe, y’know?
I found Chet out on the gym floor, getting his sweat on.
“Oh, hey Danny,” he said, glancing down at my cock. “You’re here early... got something on your mind?”
I shook my empty head.
“Nah,” I grinned. “My job’s just like... super stressful. I had to get outta there.”
“Relax buddy,” Chet grinned. He looked around to make sure we were alone, then he stepped forward and gave my cock a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to work some fancy job if you don’t wanna.”
He always knew just what to say.
“Yeah,” I said. “I know... I got a client this afternoon, like... that’s enough, right? Gotta get my pump in before I go. You got time to spot me?”
“Always,” he said. “Let’s work on that ass.”
“You worked my ass last night,” I teased. “All three times...”
We pushed each other through our workouts. Chet always wants to pussy out on deadlifts. You gotta do em, I told him... if you wanna get big like me.
After a couple hours I hit up my change room again. Strip off the clothes, take a long shower, slide in a buttplug. You know the drill. My work clothes were laid out on the rack – the owner here manages my bookings and makes sure I’m ready.
I slipped into a workman’s uniform. Sort of... close enough to pass at least. A pair of really tight work pants that showed off my pistons. A specially tailored button-down that made my vee shape obvious. I rolled up the sleeves another inch – yeah... now my arms looked hella hot. Shiny black workboots and an ID card completed the look.
I took a taxi downtown. This big office building that seemed kinda familiar. All glass and steel... man, what kinda asshole works there.
The ID card let me into the elevator. I rode it all the way up to the 22nd floor. The air’s pretty thin up there, y’know?
“Hey,” I said, walking up to some secretary. “I’m here to see Mr. Lawrence?”
“Right, thanks for coming,” she said. “His door is squeaking.”
“No worries,” I chuckled. “I brought lube.”
She didn’t get the joke and pointed me at a heavy wooden door. I knocked and called inside and...
Did I know this place? It felt like I knew this place. A big office with a great view and a desk piled high with papers...
The guy behind the desk... Mr. Lawrence? Kevin Lawrence?
It was my office. My desk. My job. And Kevin was supposed to be like... my assistant. Wasn’t he? Kevin must have seen the look on my face.
“Relax buddy,” he said. “Just accept it.”
I mean.. yeah... my uniform fit like a glove... I was a maintenance man today. And a guy like me... I’m all muscles and cock. This corporate bullshit, that’s for someone else. Someone powerful, like Mr. Lawrence.
“Uh... maintenance?” I said.
Yeah... I was hear to fix his squeaky door.
“This should just take a minute sir,” I said, pulling a can of oil from my toolbox and pretending to put it on the hinges. “We’ll have you fixed up in no time.”
“Good,” Kevin said. Real condescend... condec... he said it like I was stupid. Which like... no duh bro, that’s my vibe.
He stood behind me and pressed his bulge against my sensitive hole.
“As long as you’re here...”
Comments
Derek Williams
Personally, I’d love to be in Danny’s shoes.
Branc
Love the story, felt a bit sorry at first for Dan, but seeing him embrace it by the end made him seem like the real winner!
Derek Williams
I mean, who wouldn't love that? ;)
Derek Williams
Heh, yeah, the 'rename a character to change their identity' thing is one of my favourite tropes. We know the character accepts their new identity when they accept their new name. Kevin and Chet are evil, yeah... but I hope Danny's happy anyhow.
Ruffcub
Great story, Derek! Glad Danny’s happy now he’s a horny muscle beast!
Hugh Michelsen
I really enjoyed this. Chet calling him Danny is such a trope at this point that it definitely let me know exactly who was behind the changes and gave me a great idea of where things were going. I really liked all of the changes. Danny was super hot at the end. And I loved that Kevin got what he wanted, even though he and Chet are pretty evil dudes. I still usually like a story where the villains win. About my only complaint is we had all the tease of Danny getting fucked by Kevin, but at the very end, we didn’t get to see it lol. That’s my wish tho. Often the sex isn’t the hottest thing about these stories and the transformation is definitely the star in this story.
