Gym of the Cursed Cocks (tf)
by baboonfan
Standing outside the Buffbods Gym, Roger Harrison looked at the logo and sighed. Under the sign was a cartoon of a gorgeous muscle bound man lifting two enormous dumbbells.
“I look nothing like that.” He thought. Roger looked down at himself. Five foot eight, 250 pounds, and severely out of shape. He sighed and walked through the doors.
At the reception desk was a cute platinum blond gym bunny. Every inch was exploding with muscle, and the red shirt he wore melted into his skin like it was a wet napkin. Roger approached the desk, slowly, in fear he would trip or do something stupid.
“Um, hi. I’d like to sign up.” Roger said nervously. The receptionist broke out in a big smile, showing bright white teeth.
“Sure. Always happy to have a new member.” Then his shoulders shook, as if he had said something funny, and was trying to hold it in. He presented Roger with a blue form.
“Just fill this out, and sign your name on the dotted line.” He said.
Roger filled out the simple application and signed his name. The receptionist looked at him expectantly. From where Roger was standing, it almost looked like he was peering at his crotch.
“Do you feel any different?” he asked.
“Um, not particularly. Should I?” Roger inquired. The receptionist gave him one more curious glance and directed him to the gym doctor.
“Just a standard procedure. Don’t want you to get hurt.” He explained.
Down the hallway to the left was the doctor’s office. Inside was another muscle beast. This one was in his 30’s and had short, chestnut colored hair. His blue shirt was stretched across his wide pecs, and left very little to the imagination. He was shelving medical books onto a shelf. He turned and looked at Roger with a smile.
“Hello, I’m Doctor Barton, here for your check up? Strip down and sit on the paper.” He said pointing to a padded exam table covered by a thin sheet of white paper, and returned to shelving. Feeling a little embarrassed to be seen naked by a hunk, Roger took off his clothes and sat down. The doctor finished his shelving, and turned to examine Roger.
“Alright, let’s get star…”when Doctor Barton saw Roger naked, his mouth dropped open. He bent down on his knees, but he bent down even further, putting his face directly I front of Roger’s crotch. He fingered Roger’s dick with a feather light caress.
“It’s real.” Doctor Barton said in wonder.
“Yes, it’s real!” Roger said, getting indignant. He may have been small, but he wasn’t THAT small. His tone seemed to snap Doctor Barton out of his reverie. Grinning like he won the lottery, the Doctor excused himself, saying he needed to get someone. Roger just sat and waited, feeling angry and confused.
After ten minutes of waiting, a new man came in. The first impression Roger got was that he was like a lion. Thick, manly waves of hair cascaded down his shoulders, and a great bushy, silky beard gave the impression of a magnificent lion’s mane. A bushy mustache completed the combo, but underneath the hair was awe inspiring as well. Compared to this man, the men he met previously were wimps. He was at least 7 feet tall, every inch of his frame, bulging with muscle. Pecs the size of sidewalk slabs, legs like Greek columns, and his shirt that was so tightly plastered onto his chest that you could clearly see the outline of every cinderblock ab of his eight pack. Arms that looked like they had handled Hercules’ labors, and eyes as green and deep as jade, and a warm smile.
“Hello.” He purred. Roger blushed, being in the presence of the hot doctor was bad enough, but having his flabby body exposed to this hunk was even more humiliating. “I’m the owner of The Buffbods Gym, my name is Jason. Sorry to intrude, but the good doctor says that something interesting has come up in your check up?”
“Why? Am I sick?” Roger asked worriedly.
“No, no. Just the opposite.” Jason said with a smile. ”You see Mr. Harrison, you’re not like the other people who sign up for my gym.”
“Why? Because I’m not built like a tank?” Roger asked, starting to get offended. “I’m not manly enough for this gym?!”
“Mr. Harrison, you’re probably the most manly man here.” The doctor assured him. “You see, all of our members suffer from an… afflication.”
“AIDS?” Roger asked.
“No, no no. Nothing like that.” Jason said. “It’s kind of hard to explain. It’s best if I just show you.” Jason unbuckled his belt and reached for his waistband. As Roger prepared himself for a disgusting STD, or perhaps a glipse of hot man flesh, what he say surprised him.
What rested on top of two hairy peach sized testicles was not a thick man shaft, but a writhing, hissing snake!
Roger was confused for a second, wondering if his eyes were betraying him, and instead of a reptile it was just an intricate, well detailed tatoo. But as Roger shifted to the left and right, the snakes eyes followed him and the head turned upwards to look at him. It’s forked tongue flickered outwards, tasting the air. Roger looked back up at Jason. Jason shrugged with a sad grin.
“Here at Buffbods Gym, all of our dicks are cursed.” Jason explained.
“How is this possible?” Roger asked, still moving to test the eye movement of the snake cock.
“About a year ago, a skinny Gypsy man came for his free 3 day trial at the gym.” Dr. Barton explained. “When he got out on the weights, some of the other members-
“Mainly Ralph and Jim.” Jason growled.
“-Were, not as welcoming as they should have been. They teased and bullied him until he got so angry he cursed them, and every other member of the gym. No one thought much of it at first, until the next day when everyone started bulking up like crazy. Guys were ballooning up with muscle. Everything seemed to be great until some guy tried to jerk off in the showers. That’s when the trouble started.” The Doctor explained.
“When he came, his cock transformed. It became hard and cylindrical, and turned black, like the barrel of a gun. But instead of shooting cum, the guy shot bullets out of his dick!” Jason said.
“Luckily he was facing the brick wall of the shower, so no one got hurt, but that’s when the curse started affecting everyone else too. All of there dicks began transforming. There’s a guy with a dick that’s a foot long, but it’s thin as a piece of spaghetti. And a guy with a ghost dick. It’s right there, and it looks normal, but your hand goes right through it. Even he can’t touch it. And there was that man whose penis turned purple and would retract inside his body if he even though of anything sexual.” Barton retold.
“But it turns out that those guys were the lucky ones. Some of the transformations are dangerous. Jones’ pecker is a metal rod that lets out electric shocks when he gets aroused. Mark has a red hot dick that shoots lava. And there was that strange case with the teenage whose piss hole widened enough to shove a fist into it, then grew sharp teeth. Now anytime he tries to jerk off it bites him.” Jason told Roger sadly. “We realized the gyspy’s curse. We have the bodies of gods, but we can’t get laid to save our lives. We can’t even releave ourselves. We’ll be completely chaste the rest of our lives.”
“And it’s not just us. Any man who signs up falls under the curse. And even if someone quits the gym the curse remains in effect. Now most of our members stay here just to have people around them who understand. Besides, were else can they go? They can’t go to any other gym with their freak dicks. And they sure as hell can’t have relationships. Yep. Misery loves company.” Dr. B sighed.
“But can’t you just ask the guy to undo the curse?” Roger asked.
“We’ve tried, many times. But he refuses to. He said if we ask again, he’ll curse us even worse. But he did tell us of a way to break the spell.” Jason said, a hopeful grin on his face. He took a step forward and placed his hands on Rogers shoulders. “He said one day a new member will join the gym, and his dick will be the answer to breaking the curse.”
Roger felt something on his dick, and he looked down. Jason’s massive snake cock was twining itself around his contentedly. Roger looked back up into Jason’s eyes.
“Your cock will break the spell, change our dicks back to normal, and end our hellish celibacy.” Jason said with a smile.
To be continued. . .