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The summer after my junior year of college I went home to my parents' while my buddy Rod stayed in town where we went to school. We'd both always been in good shape, but when I got back for the start of school it looked like Rod had put on at least thirty pounds of solid muscle. He'd gotten huge! I asked him what he did for it, and he told me to check out this new gym he'd found right after school let out. "It's kind of on the outskirts of town," he told me, "but it's where all the biggest guys work out, man. It's incredible." So I went to go get a membership. Rod and I had always been workout buddies, and he said if I joined he'd "try not to leave me behind." I drove out the afternoon before the start of classes, found the place and went on in. It looked pretty standard, all in all, except for the lack of many outside windows. Most gyms always had those windows so you'd see all the people inside working out and feel guilty that you weren't, but I guess since this place was out a bit, they didn't cater to passers-by. Once glance around inside the place told you who they did cater to... All the guys in here were in awesome shape. I gazed around in awe - nearly every dude I saw was pumped and ripped, just like Rod was. I saw dudes that looked like they were in high school and some that were over forty, and all of them had the bodies of very well-developed 20 year old. Whatever it was they were doing, it was right, and I wanted in on it. This I all decided within ten seconds of walking in the door. The guy working the front desk cemented it. He was a dream; all mass and definition, the spitting image of what I wanted to be. He flashed me a big smile, gave me a moment as my jaw dropped, then asked, "Hey, how can I help you, man?" "Hey, uh..." I stammered. "Uh, um, my buddy Rod works out here, he said it was a good place, um..." "You want a membership?" he asked. "Uh, yeah." I blushed, figuring it was best to shut the hell up. The guy smiled broadly. "I'm Ben." He offered his hand. "Jack." "Good to meet you, Jack. I see you brought your gear," he gestured to the tote bag I'd brought with my workout clothes. "Yeah, I, uh, wanted to get started right away, you know?" "My favorite kinda guy. No bullshit, right?" he smiled again, this time a little more genuine. "Heh. Yeah," I gushed. "Great. Well then let's get you paired up with a trainer..." "Oh, wait, um...how much is it?" I asked. I didn't have a lot of money. "We can talk about that later. Gabe!" he called to one of the trainers, a blond guy about my age in a tight black muscle-t and workout shorts. He strode over and took me in. "This is Jack, he just joined. Show him around, okay?" "Yeah, sure," Gabe answered, sounding pretty neutral. "Come on, Jack." Gabe led me into the lockers first. "Lockers are free. Just stash your gear in one and take the key. Go ahead and get changed." He just stood there while I changed into my workout clothes, a loose pair of shorts, an old t-shirt, and a jock. Gabe seemed to be looking over every inch of my body as I changed, as if he were evaluating my current state. "How long have you been working out?" he asked. "Uh, since seventh grade...maybe five years," I told him. "In high school I was a swimmer, so I usually worked more on cardio stuff than weights, but now I want to get bigger." "How much bigger?" Gabe asked. I smiled. "As big as I can get." I tossed my clothes in the locker, shut it, pulled the key, and slipped it into my pocket. "Showers," he gestured, walking me though the locker room. I was hoping to see some of those gymbunnies in here but no luck; they were deserted. "The gym's out there and the cardio room through that door," he pointed at a swinging door, but headed toward a different one. We went through to find ourselves in a white hallway with a grey carpet, very nondescript. "For new joiners we do a battery of tests and a physical exam, to help us design the perfect workout for you," Gabe told me, leading me into a room that looked like a doctor's office. There were some cabinets, basic medical supplies, and an exam table in the corner. Wow, I thought. This was pretty serious. I bet it's really expensive... I tried not to worry; if people got these kinds of results, it was worth it. "Just undress and wait in here for a moment, the doctor will be in here any minute. I'll meet back up with you later on." Gabe left the room, shutting the door behind him. I did as he said and stripped down, and only a moment after shimmying off my jock strap, the doctor came in. He was tall, with dark skin and black hair, a little older than me. He was clearly in good shape, but nothing like any of the other dudes I'd seen in here. "Afternoon, Jack," he greeted me. "I'm Dr. Aston." "Hi." He sounded friendly. "Now we've got a bunch of things to do today, but we'll start with the basics. Just stand on that scale over there if you would, please..." he was writing things on a clipboard and pointed to a scale by the wall. I went and stood on top of it. He came over and pushed a button on it, and I felt a little tingle in my feet. "Let's see...189 pounds, 8% bodyfat..." he was scribbling things on his clipboard. "Now stand up straight..." he checked my height with one of those slide out things. "Five...ten," he wrote. "Just sit down there..." Next came heart rate, blood pressure, reflexes. He checked my ears, my throat, my tongue. He made me cough. He stuck his finger up my ass...the whole deal. "Now we just need to get your measurements. Just stand up straight, please." I stood there ass naked while he pulled out a tape measure and started checking everything - neck, biceps, shoulders, chest, waist, thigh, everything on down. I was pretty sure he checked how long my dick was too but pretended not to notice. "Great!" he said, all peppy. "Go ahead and get dressed and I'll meet you out in the hallway." I started putting my clothes back on. Would I finally get to work out now? This was sure a lot to go through for just a gym membership! Out in the hallway, Dr. Aston finished up scribbling some things on his clipboard and had me follow him into another room. "Don't worry, we're almost done," he told me. "I know this is a lot." I smiled, nervously, trying to act like I didn't really care. He had me sit on a couch and put my arms out on it - all very comfortable. "Just lay back and relax," he told me, putting a pair of goggles over my eyes. "We use this before workouts; we've discovered it helps," he sort of explained. I didn't get it, but whatever. I tried to relax. The goggles lit up and lights would flash at me in various colors. This is a little silly, I thought to myself, but sat there and watched it. I could hear this weird droning sound, and then a few seconds later, it all stopped, and Dr. Aston was pulling the goggles off me. "Okay. You're ready to go," he told me, and showed me out back into the gym where Gabe was waiting for me. I felt a little weird, but good. Maybe that flashing light stuff did help. Gabe put me through a pretty hard workout, guaging my strength, how many reps I could do at what weight or whatever, and writing everything down on that same clipboard. All around me guys were doing their own workouts intensively - there wasn't much talking or joking around. When a guy needed a spot, some other guy gave it to him and that was it. All business. That was fine with me; I didn't go to the gym to talk to people. I just tried to concentrate on the business at hand, pushing myself through the workout Gabe had me doing. It was punishing, and by the end of it I felt like I could barely walk. I rested and got some water at the fountain, and Gabe handed my clipboard to Ben the desk guy. Ben looked it over, looked back up at me, and said, "So what did you think?" I didn't even think before I answered, but just said, "This is great. I want to join." "Of course," Ben smiled. And just sat there. "Ummm...so...do you need my ID, or credit card number, or something?" I asked. "No, no, we have everything we need already," Ben told me. "See you tomorrow." "So I don't have to pay?" I was incredulous. "You just did, remember?" he pointed at the credit card receipt in my hand. Oh...that's right. I did just pay. "Oh, yeah, uh, sorry," I said, and tossed the receipt in the trash by the door. "See you tomorrow, then." I saw Rod that night, we went out to play pool. He'd sure changed in the year I'd been gone, both physically and otherwise. His pool playing had gotten a lot better, that's for sure, and apparently so had his libido. He hit on practically everything we saw, flirting with any warm body that would look at him, including me. It was a little weird on the way home - Rod had always been straight until sometime this past year, and now he was all over me. On the way back to his place he kept putting his hand on my thigh, which was nice, but...I'd known this guy for years; it just felt wrong somehow. When we pulled up to his place he invited me in and I finally gave in. "Come on, man, it'll be fun. Two buds, right?" I followed him in. His place was pretty bare - a couch, a small TV, almost no furniture, and bodybuilding magazine scattered about the place. In the fridge all he had was tuna, eggs, and protein crap, and all the posters on the walls were of athletes or weightlifters. Rod stripped off his shirt and dropped to his knees in front of me, trying to gnaw his way through my jeans, it seemed. I let him unzip them and pull them down, and then held the back of his head while he went at it. I looked down at him, one of my best friends since we were kids, sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. This sudden submissive bent seemed even stranger in light of his newfound confidence, but maybe that's what he'd gotten into, I figured. Might as well just sit back and enjoy the ride. After a few minutes he had me on the couch, my pants and boots off, while he continued to slurp and suck at my cock and balls. He was good at it, too, and about twenty minutes later I shot a hot sticky load down his throat. Rod stood up, looking down at me over his massive pecs, smiling. I stared up at him, smiling back, enjoying my post-orgasm glow, and reached for the button on his jeans. "No, no, it's okay," he said, brushing my hands away. "You want to go again?" The next morning I woke up in his arms, said my goodbyes, and headed home to shower and get ready for the gym. An hour later I was walking back through the front door of the place. Ben was working desk again. "Hey, Jack. Ready for your second workout?" "Yeah!" I answered him. "I like this place." And I did; a serious gym for serious lifters. I'd felt great all last night after that first workout and couldn't wait for the next one. "Jimbo!" he called out to one of the trainers. The guy sauntered up, his t-shirt straining to hold him in. "This is Jack, he joined yesterday." "Hey," Jimbo greeted me, holding out his hand. Like Gabe, he looked kind of...blank. I shook his hand, and he followed me back into the locker room to watch me change. It didn't seem weird to me, hell, I was really impressed by this place's service...you got a lot of personal attention. Jimbo just watched me while I changed, stripping down to just my socks and pulling on my jock, shorts, and shirt. Once I was ready to go, he took me back into the room with the flashing light machine and had me put it on again. I thought this stuff was a little silly, but did it without complaint, watching the flashing lights, hearing the buzz... ...and a few seconds later, Jimbo was helping me out of the chair and walking me back out into the gym. There were a lot of guys here today, unusual for a Saturday morning. It looked like a lot of the same ones from yesterday. Jimbo started me off on squats. "We're going to work on your legs and back today," he told me unceremoniously, and then never said another word except to tell me what exercise we were doing next and when it was okay to get some water. It was a little weird for me just doing what he told me to; I'd never had a trainer before so had always designed my own workouts. Still, it was kind of nice to turn my brain off and go through the motions. After a grueling lifting session and half an hour on the treadmill, I was beat. I thanked Jimbo and headed up to the front, grabbing my stuff and looking forward to a hot shower. Ben stopped me on the way out. "Yo, Jack," he called to me. "Yeah?" "Here, take this," he handed me a CD in a plain plastic case without a label. "What's this?" I asked, flipping it over. "It's part of the program. Kind of a motivational thing. Listen to it whenever you get the chance, okay?" "Oh. Um, okay." Motivational thing? Hmmm. I slipped it in my bag. "Later on," I told him, and Ben waved me out. After a long hot shower I felt great. Maybe it was just an attitude thing, but working myself out this hard was wonderful. Still dripping from the shower, I headed back into my room and unpacked my gym bag. The CD Ben had given me fell out. "Right, I should listen to this," I thought to myself, and put it on the stereo. It just made that weird humming noise again, like the light machine thing at the gym. I listened to it while I dried off and dressed, putting on the tightest pair of shorts I had and a tank-top a size too small. "Man, it's three already?" I said aloud, looking at the clock. That must have been a longer shower than I thought... I was supposed to head out and do some errands for my parents, so grabbed the keys from the table by the door, and when doing so caught a look at myself in the mirror. "Yeah," I said to myself, flexing my arms. "Lookin' good, Jacko." Jacko? Where did that come from? I never went by that... Or did I? Somebody used to call me that...I couldn't remember who, but decided not to worry about it. A few weeks went by and the summer passed, slowly. Rod and I were hanging out a lot, playing basketball during the day or pickup soccer if we could. Half the time we hung out we ended up wrestling around on the floor, constantly pitting ourselves against each other, and pretty much every time that happened he ended up slurping at my cock. At least getting laid these months wasn't going to be an issue...he never would let me reciprocate, though. "I like sucking your dick," he told me. "I just get off working out," he'd say, striking a most-muscular pose or something. The thing was, I was becoming less and less interested in getting off, and more interested in getting bigger. Watching Rod pose was almost enough to do it for me, and when I was home I'd often spend a few minutes in front of the mirror, watching my muscles move under my skin, a giant boner poking a tent in my shorts. My own visits to the gym were really paying off. Already I'd gained a few pounds of muscle and the change in definition and tone was striking. Even my parents said something about it, my dad joking that I'd developed an allergy to shirts. I just liked showing off. After awhile I even managed to cum just looking at myself and rubbing my tits a little; imagining myself as big as Rod, or bigger... I listened to the weird little hum CD a few times a day too. Rod had the same one, and sometimes while we were posing for each other we'd put it on repeat. Spending time with Rod was awesome; it seemed like the hours just flew by. By the end of the summer I didn't even need a boner anymore. I was a good twenty pounds heavier than I'd been in May, and there wasn't an ounce of fat on me. I was even catching up to Rod, and our wrestling bouts had become more evenly matched. Just rolling around on the floor was enough to get me to cum without my dick even getting hard, and seeing either of us with our shirt off, hard muscle flexing, made me cum every time. Normal sex was the furthest thing from my mind. My last workout of the summer came, and I went to the gym for the last time. Ben seemed disappointed when I told him the news. "Going back to school, eh?" he said, not really a question so much as a statement of fact. "Yeah." "You don't really want to go back, do you?" he asked. "No..." I said, without even thinking about it. It was true, though. I would rather just stay here, with Rod, and the gym...the changes in me were deep and wonderful, and I didn't want them to stop. I wanted to keep growing, keep packing on the pounds of hard muscle. "So why don't you quit school?" he asked. That made sense. I should just quit school. With the coming of that thought, it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Why hadn't I thought of that already? "Yeah," I told him. "I will." The smile returned to Ben's face. "Great!" he exclaimed. "I was hoping you could make the commitment." "I'm pretty committed to this place," I smiled back, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. It felt like home here. "Then you're ready for the next step," he told me. "Why don't you take your clothes off and head back to see Dr. Anton?" he asked me. I pulled my shirt off and started stripping down, right there in the lobby, thinking nothing of my nudity. This was home, practically, why not get comfortable? I strode back into the white hallway and was met by Dr. Anton and Gabe. "Ah, number twenty-three," Dr. Anton greeted me. "Right in here, please." He ushered me through a door I hadn't been through before, into what appeared to be an operating room. There was a chair with stirrups in the corner, like a gynecologists, and various supplies had already been set up for some kind of operation. I sat in the chair obediently when told to, and helped Gabe get me strapped in. Anton came over and started feeling my my cock and balls, still smooth from my morning shave. I barely even felt it, really - my dick had become so unimportant to me lately that it just seemed like spare parts. "Looks to me like you're ready to get rid of these things, eh?" he said, not really asking. "Yes, sir," I responded, automatically. "How long since your last erection?" he asked. "Five weeks, two days," I told him. How did I know that? "Excellent. Let's get started, then." I didn't really pay much attention to it. Gabe was helping him out, and I just lay back for a few minutes, ignoring the little needle sticks and eventually tugging from the stitches. After a while, Dr. Anton told me it was time to get up and head home for some rest. "Just lay around the house for a few days," he told me. Later that day, after Rod got home from his workout, he found me naked on the couch watching TV, my crotch taped up with gauze. "Whoah," he said, doing a double take. "You cut yourself?" "Yeah," I told him. "Pretty bad; I gotta keep the tape on for a few days." "Man, that sucks," Rod empathized. "I cut mine pretty bad once, too. Left a nasty scar." He pulled the front of his shorts down to show his smooth, toned groin. Sure enough there was a vertical scar right up it. "Wow, I hope mine doesn't scar that bad," I told him, eyebrows raised. Nasty scars would look bad. "Well, guess as long as everybody's naked, I might as well join in," Rod joked, and dropped his shorts. He sat down on the couch next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him a bit, snuggling up, rubbing our bodies together. After I healed up, Ben gave me a new CD to listen to. It was like the other one, sort of a buzzing, but I listened to it anyway, and worked out all fall, getting bigger and stronger. I spent a lot of time at the gym now, but it always seemed to just fly by - I'd work out for what seemed like only an hour, but I wouldn't get home until ten at night. Usually when I got home, Rod had already been home for an hour or so, and was cooking dinner or something, usually naked. Ever since I'd lain around the house all day with my bandage on for...whatever it was I'd hurt, he'd said he'd gotten all used to it. I liked it myself, and usually went nude most of the time, too. We liked looking at each other, even joked about our matching scars as we'd pose in the mirror or for each other. Watching TV half the time would turn into a wrestling match for the remote, and we both loved the feeling of our smooth, hard bodies rubbing up against each other. I always felt like there was something we were missing when we did that, but I could never remember what it was. After the first snow, Ben told us we should quit our jobs, so we did. He also thought it would be a good idea to let the lease on our apartment lapse and move out, just sell all our stuff. Neither of us worried about the future, we knew we'd be taken care of. He sent Gabe to pick us up in a pick-up truck. The cab was only big enough for two of us, so I sat in the bed as we drove away, Rod and my only personal possessions the clothes on our backs and a money order for all the money we had and what we made selling our stuff. When we arrived at the gym there was a bus out front with a lot of guys like us in front of it. We were the last to arrive. Gabe handed Ben and Dr. Anton our money orders, gave Dr. Anton the keys to the truck, and the three of us boarded the bus. We sat there in silence for a few hours as the bus trundled down the highway. I didn't really pay attention to where we were going - it wasn't my concern. They played one of the buzzing CD's over the loudspeaker on the bus, and I just zoned out the whole trip. When I came back to reality the bus was parked in a dark warehouse. "C'mon, everybody off the bus," the driver ordered us. Once we were all outside, we were ordered to strip down, which we did. Our clothes were piled up on the floor and burned in front of us. "Come, slaves," a man told us. "It is time for you to be sold." We made no objection. |