Transform: New Blood 21
by AKA
Bryan sat in the juice bar at the gym awaiting his first meeting with the personal trainer. It was an interview, to see if Bryan liked him and could work with him. He’d come highly recommended, and his friend Paul had made literally unbelievable progress under his tutelage.
Bryan remembered clearly the first time he saw Paul after he’d started working out with the guy. He appeared wearing a black tank top and a pair of tight, navy blue jeans. His shoulders exploded like mountains, his upper arms bulged with so much muscle that it looked like it was going to burst through his skin, and thick veins wound over the fat masses of power as thick as fingers. Even his face looked different, more refined and handsome, almost preternaturally masculine and achingly handsome. “But, what does he do to make you so… so….”
Paul smiled. It made him appear even more beautiful. “Big?” He raised his arm and made the new bicep swell. Every fiber and cable of brawn seemed to expand, rising up into a tight ball of power, distinct and rock hard. He shrugged his monstrous shoulders and laughed lightly, making the twin mounds of his new chest shake. It looked like the new size of his broad pecs had caused his nipples to grow in unison. They rubbed against the ribbed cotton like invitations. “He has some special methods.”
Bryan felt a chill go through him. “Steroids?”
Paul shook his head. “ I know what it looks like. But, no, he doesn’t… I haven’t been shooting any drugs into my body.”
“It looks like you’ve put on, what, 20 pounds?”
Paul reddened slightly. He did that when he lied. “About that.”
“You even look taller, if that’s possible.”
“Probably the new wardrobe. None of my old clothes fit anymore.” His smile broadened, as did his chest as he sat back and folded his hands behind his head. The biceps grew positively massive.
But that was no lie. Paul used to look okay, nothing special. He’d has a ‘Buddha Belly,’ as he liked to call it, based no doubt on his love of beer. He was starting to grow another chin and was hiding that with a close-cropped beard, and his face was starting to look weathered and pale.
Now he was a different man altogether. Bigger, certainly, and more confident. But more than that, he looked younger, revitalized, and positively sexy. Rumor had it that his libido had kicked into overdrive at the gym, but the rumors about that place were myriad and sometimes unbelievable. If they were all true, the place was nothing less than a 24-hour orgy of naked muscle. Membership was exclusive and expensive, but there was no denying that every man who walked out its doors was both muscular and handsome. If they weren’t putting something in the water, then they had to be shooting up.
But as more and more of Bryan’s circle of friends joined the place, he was feeling left out. They were all growing bigger and, seemingly, younger. He was jealous – but he was also broke. There was no way he’d ever be able to afford it.
And then Paul said they had some new “Friends & Family” discount, ‘family’ in this case referring not to relative by blood, but other gay brothers. Paul offered to sponsor him, and then he had his hands all over Bryan and before he knew it, they were going at it in the men’s bathroom at work, and Paul looked even bigger in another important area. And Bryan couldn’t say no to that.
The juice bar was empty, save for a very handsome Asian behind the bar whose smile and lingering glances made Bryan feel very good. He smiled back and sucked down some more Blueberry Protein Plantation, savoring the sweet fruit and the slightly bitter whey powder. Swallowing, he was startled by the touch of a hand on his shoulder, but that was nothing to the surprise that shook him to his core when the owner of that strong touch circled around him and stood before him, radiating a kind of sexual energy that was as palpable as a hot shower after a strenuous workout.
“Hi,” the man said, “you must be Bryan. My name is Reggie.”
“And I’m Justin,” another voice added. It was as deep and powerful as Reggie’s, and as filled with mirth and welcome. If Bryan had been blind, he would have been put immediately at his ease, but seeing the two men looming over him made him feel both intimidated and incredibly turned on.
Reggie was a porcelain-skinned god with copper red hair that flowed in waves across his immense shoulders. Freckles dotted his exposed flesh, and there was a lot of exposed flesh to gaze upon. The man was wearing nothing but a square-cut bathing suit that sat so low on his hips that a wealth of more copper curls spilled out over the waistband. His basket probably helped make the suit sit so low, because it was so overwhelmed with its contents that it looked in danger of bursting.
His friend Justin was dark-skinned to Reggie’s paleness, his body sun-kissed and glowing with a deep, healthy-looking tan everywhere. The man’s bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle from his dark complexion, and his hair, as thick and long as Reggie’s, was chestnut brown with golden filaments. If Reggie was practically naked, Justin might as well have been so, for he wore the smallest bikini that Bryan has ever seen. How the blue stretch material managed to hold in the man’s obviously copious cock and fat ballsack was a miricle in itself. “Are you…?”
Reggie and Justin both smiled broadly as they helped Bryan to a wobbly stance. “No, no, Bryan. Reggie and I amount to what is affectionately referred to as the Greeting Squad. We merely set the stage, so to speak, for the main attraction,” Justin explained.
“So, you’re members here?”
“Quite so,” Reggie said, nodding. “We help out new candidates, such as yourself, get you acclimated and do our best to make you feel comfortable.” Reggie smiled, casting a glance down at Bryan’s growing hard-on. “And it looks like we’re not doing our job. Justin, just look at Bryan’s cock. Trying so hard to make itself… hard… and having so little room to breathe!”
“Wouldn’t you be more comfy out of those pants?” Justin knelt and leaned in close, putting his large hands onto Bryan’s belt and opening the buckle.
Reggie moved behind Bryan’s body and wrapped his muscled arms around Bryan’s shoulders, unbuttoning his shirt before moving his hands inside and sliding them across Bryan’s chest. “Oh, my, Bryan! So much potential!” His deft fingers moved onto Bryan’s nipples and started to play with them, sending electric shocks of pleasure directly to his growing erection. “And I do so love a responsive man.”
“Oh, me too!” Justin had pulled Bryan’s pants open and was now softly stroking his hardening cock, still hidden behind the thin cotton sheath of his underwear. “Do you mind if I have a little peek?” He slipped Bryan’s underwear over his red member and licked the shaft before sucking Bryan’s cock head into his warm, wet mouth.
“Gentlemen,” said a third deep voice, and Bryan dimly recognized it as the Asian man behind the juice bar. “Don’t you think he should get the tour before initiation?”
“Oh dear, you are so right, Lawrence!” Justin kissed Bryan’s cock and pushed it back inside his pants. “Please forgive us, Bryan, but Reggie and I are just so happy to meet you!”
Reggie pushed his hard, broad chest against Bryan’s back and his hard, thick cock between Bryan’s ass cheeks before releasing his welcome touch on Bryan’s nipples and said into his ear, “Very happy, indeed.”
“He’s waiting,” Lawrence said, and then Reggie had his heavy arm hanging across Bryan’s shoulders and Justin had taken his hand and they were walking away from the bar toward the doors to the gym proper.
Now that he was standing between the members of the Greeting Squad, ‘huge’ didn’t even begin to describe them. They were gargantuan, and so powerfully built that Bryan thought that even a world class body builder would feel outclassed. Everywhere he could see, they were encased in muscle, yet they moved with such grace and sexual power that the idea that they would do anything dangerous to him never entered the picture. Instead, all he felt coming off of them was a thinly controlled sexual lust and a deep desire to please him. He had never felt so safe and welcome – and horny – in his entire life. It was as if he were being escorted by two brutally handsome and incredibly muscular British nannies.
“I’d say ‘prepare yourself’ Bryan, but I don’t think one can ever quite be prepared for this.”
“Still,” Reggie added to Justin’s warning, “it’s nice to hear it.”
“Quite right, Reggie, quite right. Bryan? Prepare yourself.”
The doors opened, and suddenly Bryan had to agree with Justin. There was simply no preparation for what appeared before him.
“Welcome,” Justin said simply, “to Transformation Gym.”
A wide, deep space yawned open before him. It was darker than he expected, with ambient light reflecting up the walls and across the ceiling. The gym looked to be as large as a football field, but perhaps it was the darkness that helped the illusion along. Gleaming metallic workout equipment sparkled like jewels, spaced somewhat far apart from each other. A glance at the closer pieces showed that they were overloaded with fat disks of iron, and other machines appeared to be similar to muscle building machines he was familiar with, but their scale was much larger than those.
But far and away what stole Bryan’s breath from his body was the assortment of masculine muscular beauty spread across the expanse of the gym’s interior. The floor sank down from the entrance, so that from the street the place looked like any other sports center, but it was dug down one level below the street and spread off in all directions, and in all directions Bryan was confronted with naked or half-naked men of such extraordinary physical beauty and obvious strength and size that it seemed, at first, to be an illusion.
Reggie and Justin began to move him down the stairway onto the gym floor, and as he came closer, step by step, to the men spread around him, it became evident that what he was seeing was no illusion at all, and that what he saw in his friend Paul was merely the tip of a much larger, much more amazing iceberg.
“Hey, Carl! Looking good,” Reggie called, waving toward a black-skinned man to their left. Bryan focused through the dim light and noticed that Carl was as big and powerfully built as his companions, and completely naked. He sat in a machine and worked his huge chest muscles. Streams of sweat trailed down his chocolate skin and made his muscles gleam. Looking down, Bryan noticed movement between Carl’s legs, and realized that he was getting a blow job as he pumped his pecs. The broad V-shaped taper of whoever was sucking his cock illustrated that the man servicing Carl was every bit as muscular and powerful as he was.
Bryan pulled his eyes away and looked to the other side. A man was pushing an ungodly amount of weight up and down on a bench, his arms and chest bulging fat with muscle and incredibly overrun with vascular beauty. He, too, was naked, and his cock stood proudly at full erection. A stream of precum glistened in the dim light, and drizzled off the bench like honey. The man standing over him, presumably to watch his moves and help him of anything went wrong, was so wide that his head looked almost out of proportion to his upper body. It took a moment for Bryan to realize that the man on the bench was sucking the other man’s balls.
They continued to walk across the floor of the gym, and with every step, Bryan felt himself losing control. Every man was huge and beautiful, and every man, whether they were working out on the strange equipment or simply paired off, or engaged in a three-way or four-way or more-way, was having sex. Cocks in mouths, asses plowed, lips on nipples, sweat-covered skin sliding across his partner’s bulging masses of muscle.
The rumors, if anything, only hinted at what was happening inside the walls of The T, as it was known. Transformation Gym was a fuckfest of constant orgiastic pleasure populated with the most gorgeous, the most powerful, the most sexually and physically attractive men in the universe.
“Holy shit,” Bryan said softly as they paused in the center of the action, and he attempted to take in the sheer pornographic power of the place.
“I prefer to think of it as a holy fuck, but whatever turns you on, Bryan,” Reggie said cheerfully.
“We should hurry along,” Justin said, squeezing Bryan’s shoulder. “He’s waiting for you.”
‘He,’ Bryan thought. The legendary owner of the place, the man spoken of with reverence and amazement by every one of Bryan’s friends who had met him. “You can’t believe a man like that exists,” Paul had said, “until you’re right there with him and….”
“And what?” Bryan’s tone gave away his disbelief. No one was that beautiful.
“You’ll see,” was all Paul responded with.
And now he was about to. They passed still more men, some so involved in their pleasures that they seemed oblivious to the trio’s passage, others who acknowledged Justin and Reggie with friendly nods or encouragements to join them, and occasionally a hand would brush Bryan’s body and he would make eye contact with one of these gorgeous muscular men and it was clear that they wanted him, too, even as he was. They needed him with them. They wanted Bryan naked to share their fat, hard cocks and their broad, firm chests and their amazing bubble butt asses.
But Reggie and Justin would click their tongues or smile and express happy promises for later trysting before pulling Bryan with them across the floor of naked perfection towards another set of double doors on the opposite side of The T, where he waited for them.
“Is he really…?” Bryan asked, his mouth dry.
Justin laughed softly. “He really is.” He winked at Reggie over Bryan’s head and mouthed, ‘I love this part!’ Reggie nodded agreement and moved his heavily arm forward to open the doors.
A man stood in the room. He was immense, easily eight feet tall. He was completely naked, and completely the most muscular man Bryan had ever seen or imagined. His muscles had muscles. His face had an angular handsomeness as if it had been chiseled from a chunk of raw steel, but his intense eyes shone with a sense of utter openness and passion. His skin was bronze, sun-kissed like Justin’s but somehow more beautiful, but maybe it was the subtle light in the room. He had deep green eyes, with a thick mustache and goatee framing his full, soft lips. His hair was cut short on the sides and slightly longer in front, with a spike of darkness softly falling across one eye, sideburns to the bottom of his ears, and thick eyebrows arched artfully, all of the same blue-black hue.
He stood there on his two legs with his arms folded across his chest. Every muscle on his body was deeply etched, but not a single vein could be seen. His overall appearance was one of absolute purity of form, with every muscle as perfect as it could be. The folds of cables on his left pectoral were mirrored on the right. The fat wedges of power bulging along his left thigh in evident and flaring perfection had twin wedges of insanely defined brawn on his right. His skin looked almost shiny, as if he had been polished to a sheen, and the width of his upper body would have looked absurdly disproportionate if his legs were not equal to the task. His abdomen was a roadmap of muscular bulges, again in perfect alignment and proportion, leading down to a sudden forest of black pubic curls on his otherwise hairless body.
The forest was crowning the largest set of cock and balls that Bryan had ever seen. Fat, long and beautiful, the man’s dick hung straight between his thickly powerful legs ending in a plum-sized head cowled in a wealth of foreskin. Two heavy balls hung behind the beauty in a low, hairy sack that seemed to churn and move as if he was manufacturing his hot, delicious cream as Bryan stood there, and he had no doubt that that was exactly the case.
He moved then, unfolding and lowering his gargantuan arms to reveal the utter and overpowering fullness of his immense chest. The cables of muscle flexed and spread. The perfect, luscious nipple capping the heavy hemisphere of muscle on the left was matched by an equally suckable nipple on the right. His body shifted as he walked, every muscle working in harmony as he stepped with precision and sensual power toward Bryan. A friendly grin lit his lips and widened into a smile of such perfect beauty that Bryan felt faint before its splendor. It made the formerly severe countenance of angular masculine power soften into a face of sheer blissful delight, deeply etched with dimples.
His cock swung with its ponderous weight as he moved, but for the man’s size he managed to look athletically graceful. His arms moved upward again as he approached, and his heat and scent surrounded Bryan. He smelled virile and striking, some mixture of leather and smoke and lavender and earth and sex, and he grew ever larger as he approached.
He wrapped Bryan in his arms and cupped his head and bent his soft lips toward Bryan’s mouth. He kissed him then, and Bryan had never felt anything like it. Soft and wet and tender as a long-time lover’s, but passionate and hungry and erotic as well. The man pulled Bryan’s small body tightly into him, so that Bryan could feel every hard contour of his muscular frame. Moving his hands over the man’s skin, Bryan realized an overwhelming sexual charge heating him up, a sensual bliss so erotic that his dick grew instantly hard, almost painfully so. The sent of the man swam through his head and everything about this gentle giant screamed masculine sexual power of the highest degree.
The kiss went on and on. Their tongues twisting around each other, Bryan’s hands exploring the huge man’s naked flesh while the giant simply held Bryan tightly to him, meaning never to let him go.
But he did let him go, and he stood to his full awesome height again, and seemed to grow larger still. “Welcome to Transformation,” he said. His deep voice struck Bryan in the chest and groin and he felt a sudden hot liquid rush erupt in his jeans. “Perhaps you’ve heard of me.
“My name is Adam.”