Building Walls

Darren was a 20-year-old builder’s apprentice who had recently flunked out of University and decided to get a proper job and earn money. His boss, Bern, was a friend of the family who gave him a job. It was just the two of them as Bern had set up the small building company a few years ago. Bern was about 38 years old and was very good-looking for his age. He was tanned from all the work outside in the sunshine and had a well built body. He had blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He was abit of lads’ lad.

Darren was shorter than Bern but just as buff. Darren loved the gym and working out, he felt that bricklaying & building was the perfect job for him as he sneakily got to work his muscles on whatever site or house they were working at. Also tanned now from the summer months outside working shirtless, Darren had piercing green eyes, a cute smile and a shaved head. He was shockingly good looking. Whenever he and his mates went out for a drink, he’d also get the ladies attention and then some. The girls would always shout to him at his Rugby matches at the weekends. He loved it but never got too cocky.

It was a surprise to his parents, when Darren said he was going to follow his chosen career path as they thought building work was beneath them. Snobs, they were.


Darren and Bern are finishing up at their lastest job, building a new wall and paving the drive for Mrs Grossman. They were packing their things away in the van as the sun still shone brightly above them. It was an extremely hot day and both guys were working shirtless, the sweat now pouring off them.

“Mate, I can not wait to get home and get a cold shower” Darren says to Bern, putting his dirty shirt back on and dusting down his blue ripped jeans.

“Yeah, I wanna just jump in next door’s pool. Or take a shower with her” Bern nods towards the window where Mrs Grossman, a young blonde attractive woman, had just been watching the two men.

Darren laughs, “What would your girl say?”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Bern says slyly with a toothy smirk.

“You haven’t?!” Darren questions.

“3 times now. Me and Mrs Grossman couldn’t take our hands off each other. Why do you think I sent you out to get supplies 3 days in a row!” Bern laughs and closes the van doors.

“Dude! You want to be careful, I heard that her old fella is fucking huge.”

“Oh what, bigger than this?” Bern laughs and flexes. Darren can't help but laugh and throws Bern’s vest in his face. They both enter the van and pull away.

“She wants me to come back tomorrow,” says Bern

Darren looks at him. “Serious?! Mate you're in there.”

“Can’t make it though.” Bern pauses and glances at Darren as he drives. “Why don’t you pop along?”

“What?!”

“Well, she does need someone to look at the wall in their living room. They are thinking of having it knocked down. I’d look like a bastard if I didn’t do that.”

“What about you and her?” asks Darren.

“All a bit of fun, but it’s over now. You go along at 4pm tomorrow and look at that wall for me.”

“Yes boss,” Darren secretly hoped he would be alone with Mrs. Grossman. He reckons that she’s probably close to Bern’s age, but she looks about 25! Darren dreams about her that night.


After having the morning off and hitting the gym hard, Darren decides to walk to Mrs. Grossman’s from his house. It’s a scorcher of a day so he wears a white vest and a pair of long baggy army shorts. He dons his sunglasses, grabs his builders belt and tools and walks down to Mrs Grossman’s. ‘Wonder why Bern couldn’t make it today, normally he tells me what he’s up to, in more detail than I hope for a lot of the time!’

He arrives at Mrs. Grossman’s and knocks on the door. She opens it, wearing a bikini and a sarong.

“Oh hello Darren. I’ve been expecting you.” She eyes up and down and turns to let him in.

Darren can’t believe the blatant check-out he just received and his cocky high school jock mode comes out as he struts past her into the hallway.

“The living room is just on your left.” She points. Darren grins at her from behind his sunglasses and walks into the living room.

“M-Mr. Grossman, Hi.” Darren stares, looking shocked at the big man sat on the sofa working on his laptop. Mr. Grossman used to be a Rugby Player and was built like one still. Like Mrs. Grossman, he was probably a lot older than he looked, but he looked like he could have been one of Darren’s best mates.

“Hello Darren. How are you?” His voice was long and drawling.

“F-fine cheers, so... er, which wall is it your thinking of knocking through?” Darren takes off his sunglasses, feeling stupid.

“Oh it’s this one, he points directly behind him. Let me turn on the light so you can see better.” Mr. Grossman moves past Darren and goes to flick a switch.

“No need, I can see it perfectly.” Darren doesn’t really know what happened next, except that Mr. Grossman flicked the light switch.

A projection flooded onto the wall that Darren was looking at. Pretty spirals and shapes, words like “Relax” and “Deeper” darted across the wall. Darren stares at the wall, his eyes glazing over.

“Leave us,” Mr. Grossman demands to his wife, who smirks and closes the door. Mr. Grossman moves towards the 20-year-old stud before him who simply stares at the wall without blinking. Mr. Grossman easily takes the took box from Darren’s hand and places it to one side. He comes close behind Darren, stroking his shaved head. He moves his thick hand across Darren’s foreheand and utters the words “Sleep now” and clicks his finger. Darren’s eyes snap shut, and his muscular body goes limp back into the safe hands of Mr. Grossman.

Mr. Grossman drags Darren over to the sofa and places him on it. Darren’s body is limp and his head is slumped to one side. Mr. Grossman smiles and sits next to the slumped Darren and rests Darren’s head on his shoulder.

“Now you’re listening to me, aren’t you Darren?”

“Yeeees...”

“What your friend did to my wife doesn’t not matter, but the idea behind it does. The idea of having sex with someone else’s partner disgusts me, but I have no use for her physically myself. But, I do have a use for you Darren. You see you will fall back into this trance much deeper than before everytime I utter ‘Sleep Boy.’ You will fall 1000 times deeper and do whatever I say. You are under my control now Darren, and there is nothing you can do to fight it. Is there?”

Darren frowns under trance, almost trying to fight it.

“Is THERE?!” Mr. Grossman’s eyes burn red.

Darren nods in agreement.

“Excellent, open your eyes, and sit up.” Darren complies and stares directly ahead of him.

“I must say Darren, your body is fantastic. Why don’t you show it to me? ‘You’re a lapdancer, and I am your only customer.’” Mr. Grossman clicks his fingers, and Darren shoots to his feet.

He turns and grins at Mr. Grossman, dancing to imaginary music as he now slowly runs his hands over his body. He slowly peels his white vest off from his tanned chiselled body and waves it around for discarding it. Darren reaches for his tool belt and unfastens it. It drops to the floor as Darren gyrates his hips and thrusts the bulge in his baggy army shorts towards Mr. Grossman. Mr. Grossman touches Darren’s rock hard abs and runs a hand over the bulge of his shorts.

“’FREEZE.”

Darren stops dead over Mr. Grossman, his body in mid-gyration. Mr. Grossman admires his new toy. He unfastens Darren’s shorts and lets Darren continue the dance. The shorts simply fall off and Darren takes them off now. In black, tight Calvin Klein boxers, Darren practically sits on Mr. Grossman’s lap and gyrates his ass on his thigh.

Mr. Grossman smiles before giving more orders. He makes Darren believe that he is a bodybuilder in slo-mo. Flexing and posing his amazing body as Mr. Grossman circles him, strokes and touches him. Mr. Grossman takes off his shirt and jeans and makes straight boy Darren, worship his muscles.

“You like to worship my muscles, boy. You want bigger and better muscles all the time.” Mr. Grossman says this as Darren feels down Mr. Grossman’s cut abs and massages his massive thighs. Mr. Grossman, suggests that Darren would love nothing better than to suck him off. Darren hesitates but Mr. Grossman gets that burning red look in his eyes again and Darren obeys.

“Good boy,” Mr. Grossman utters as Darren, on his knees takes his new Master’s cock in his mouth. Darren can’t believe how much he is enjoying this. He loved acting like a dog for Mr. Grossman, he loved being posed as a frozen statue, he loved being jerked off by a butch muscle man, he loved sucking his Master’s cock. He especially loved the muscle potion that Mr. Grossman gave him before being ordered to do 1000 press-ups. He said it would Darren more muscular, and it did.

Darren was now standing in his army shorts, white vest, tool belt and sunglasses again. He looks at Mr. Grossman who smiles.

“See you tomorrow.”


On the walk home, Darren can’t help but notice in the reflection of windows, that his body looks a lot bigger. His white vest has been too tight anyway, but now it’s ready to burst from the size of his traps, pecs and delts. His baggy army style shorts are a tighter fit as his thighs have expanded. Darren admires himself in a shop window and flexes. His eyes glaze over as he poses before wondering what the hell he is doing. People are staring at this tanned muscle boy. Bashfully, Darren walks on, his clothes getting tighter and tighter with every movement. He gets by his house as suddenly his vest rips open. He runs through the back door and up to his room where the back of his shorts rip from his muscular butt.

“Everything ok in there Darren?” his mother shouts through the door of his bedroom.

“Uh… yeah, everything is… fine.”

Darren admires his bigger muscular form standing before him in his now tighter stretched CKs. His cock as grown too, must have added 3 inches. Darren suddenly reaches into the pocket of his ripped shorts and takes out his phone. He calls Bern and explains to meet him tomorrow at the Grossman place. Darren can’t help but pose and flex in the mirror while on the phone. He abruptly ends the call when his cock stiffens suddenly beyond belief.

‘Am I getting horny over muscle?! My own muscle?’

Darren, feels compelled to start jerking off his massive dick slowly while playing with his pecs. His eyes glaze over as he cums all over the mirror. He crawls like a dog over to the mirror and hungrily licks the mirror clean. He snaps out of what he was doing when he sees his own reflection again. He hesitates and looks worried for a second, before smiling, whipping the cum from his chin and standing up. He gets changed and goes down for dinner where his family marvel and worry about if he is using steroids.


Bern honks the horn outside Darren’s place. He sees his young buddy leaving the house wearing a black vest and white rugby shorts. The shorts seem alittle too small for Darren, infact all of what he is wearing seems alittle small. Bern’s eyes widen as Darren gets in the car next to him and smiles, his green eyes looking stunning as ever.

“What?” Darren asks?

Bern sets off. “Mate, your fucking massiv,e and yesterday was the only day I haven’t seen you. You on ‘roids?”

“No! I just, worked out hard yesterday.”

“Sure, just be careful ok.”

“Take your own advice.” Darren sets his tools down between his massive golden thighs. Bern notices something

“Have you shaved your legs?!”

“Oh… yeah.”

“Mate, I didn’t know you were taking this bodybuilding seriously. I mean, yeah you were always big in my eyes but after not seeing you for a day you’re fucking huge and are completely smooth.”

Darren cannot help but smirk, he talks in a voice that’s not entirely his. “You should try it, you’ll enjoy it.”

They pull up to the Grossman house and gather their things. Mrs. Grossman greets them at the side door and leads them into the kitchen. Bern smiles and winks at her but she just grins away, not registering it. Mr. Grossman stands in the doorway, wearing just boxers and a robe.

“Morning Gentlemen.”

“Hello Mate,” says Bern, who instantly stops grinning at the man’s wife.

“Hi Sir,” Darren says automatically.

Bern glances at his partner. He jokes. “When did you learn manners?”

Mr. Grossman grins. “Yesterday, didn’t you Darren?”

Darren smiles airily. “Yes Sir.”

“Good boy.” Mr. Grossman moves into the kitchen now as Darren feels a wave of pleasure take over his body.

Bern notices. “You feeling ok?”

“Never better, mate.” Bern places his things down and puts his tool belt on.

“If you would just follow me Bernard, I’ll show you the wall.”

Mr. Grossman leads Bern and Darren into the living room. Mr. Grossman points to the wall smiling as Bern starts to measure it. In the corner by the door, Mr. Grossman whispers in Darren’s ear, whose head immediately slumps down onto his chest. After a few more whisperings and orders from Mr. Grossman, Darren looks up, completely zombiefied. His eyes have a faint white glare to them, he holds his muscular body differently, legs apart more and arms out by his side. He moves towards Bern and grabs him in a rear bear hug.

“Mate, what the fuck are you doing?!”

Mr. Grossman flicks the switch, and the wall gushes with words and patterns. Bern stares, looking confused… then relaxed and even happy.

Mr. Grossman taps Darren on the shoulder, and he releases the hold instantly. He moves towards the doorway and stands there with his arms behind his back, awaiting the next time to be summoned. Mr. Grossman looks at Darren, ‘so good looking, so young and so obedient. And easy to control.’

He turns his attention to the man who shagged his wife.

“Now, what to do with you?”

Bern stares dreamily at the wall, his whole body relaxed and limp as if he could fall forward at any moment. Mr. Grossman relaxes Bern more and mutters orders to go deeper and to obey.

“Your friend Darren was easy to control, that pretty boy attitude helped. You, however, are more cocky. Take off your shirt.”

Bern dreamily does so, still staring at the wall. Mr. Grossman puts his strong hand across Bern’s pecs.

“Very nice, but why settle for this when I can have the younger model eh?” He glances over to Darren standing dead still and straight, his muscles bulging under his shorts and vest. Mr. Grossman takes a bottle from his robe pocket and pours into Bern’s mouth. He gives the suggestion that Bern would love nothing better but to do 1000 press-ups and 500 sit ups. He complies. Mr. Grossman fetches his dazed wife as Bern is left to do his workout while the mindless muscle boy gazes ahead.

Mr. Grossman returns with his wife and orders Darren in front of Bern.

“As you work out Bernard, you realise as your muscles grow, that you want muscle to. You no longer want the feel or taste of a woman like my wife in front of you, but the hard defined muscles of your… ex-co-worker Darren.”

Grossman whispers in Darren’s ear then his wife’s. Both remove their tops and do a few sexy poses. Darren flexes and poses his studboy muscles as Mrs. Grossman, pushes her tits together. After the workout Bern gets to his feet and commanded deeper.

“Now, go towards what you want.”

Like a dog being tested on which owner he prefers, Bern moves towards Darren and stares at his flexing body with lust and admiration in his eyes. Mr. Grossman whispers something as Darren now moves in slow motion, stunning eyes looking glazed. Bern moves in and kisses Darren and rubs a hand over his massive biceps. By doing the press-ups and taking the potion, Bern’s muscles start to grow and almost match Darren’s. Bern licks the pec cavity on Darren and moves his tongue lower eventually getting to the massive bulge in his rugby shorts. Darren, mindless and unaware of whats going on, is commanded to get hard by Mr. Grossman. His dick stiffens like a private being told to ‘stand to attention.’ Bern doesn’t hesitate and takes his young colleague’s giant member in his mouth. Bern’s body, now like a middle-aged tanned bodybuilder, hunches down on his knees as he bobs back and forth on the 20-year-old muscle cock in front of him. Mr. Grossman, leans over to Darren.

“This is the beginning Studboy. Now, didn’t you say you played on a rugby team full of nice young pretty boys like yourself?”

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