Catch of the Day: Marcus (hypno)

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Marcus was seven hour into his gaming session. His fingers twitched automatically and his glazed eyes ignored anything outside of his monitor. He hacked and slashed at the undead horror coming towards his avatar until it dissolved in a spray of gore.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Marcus muttered under his breath. He saved his session and bolted for the toilet. His bladder was ready to burst, and this was the first save point he’d hit in almost an hour.

When he got back, his game had disappeared from the screen. Instead, his email had popped open. That was weird, he didn’t have it setup to check for new messages on any kind of schedule, but it had insisted on showing him the newest email.

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To: Marcus Monroe
Subject: You’re Our Catch of the Day!

Marcus,

My name’s Travis, and I run a little website called “Catch of the Day” where we showcase amazing photos of male beauty. Your photo, “me at comic-con” was selected as today’s catch. Congratulations!

Travis

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Amazing male beauty. “Hardly”, Marcus scoffed. He remembered that pic, it was the only one from that whole day he’d bothered to put on Facebook. He’d gotten one of the booth babes to take a photo with him - it was her job after all - and he wanted to show off to all the guys from high school who still kept him as a ‘friend’ on Facebook.

Friends. Like he ever talked to them. But still, she was pretty damn hot and he wanted to make those fuckers jealous.

Marcus, on the other hand, wasn’t hot at all. In the picture he’d been wearing a Superman t-shirt, size extra-large, and his gut still showed a bit. He’d been heavy in high school, but ever since dropping out of college Marcus had steadily put on more weight and gone to all out tubby.

Still, he had to see what the deal with this website was, so he clicked the link.

“So fucked up...”, Marc murmured as he scrolled through the site. It was all these pictures of gay dudes. They came in most shapes and sizes, but Marcus saw few other photos of fat guys on the site. And these guys were all obviously gay - lots of rainbow club clothes and innuendo. Marcus was straight, even if he’d never had a girlfriend or anything.

He looked back at the email one more time. It looked like there was a gift card attached, some online clothing store.

Marcus trashed the whole thing and went to go heat up some supper. He felt starved, but two or three cans of stew always fixed that.

While he was in the kitchen, his computer let out a weird *bleep* noise. Probably just some automatic updates. Yeah, that was probably why the game had shut down, there was a new patch.

Marcus was about to heat up a few cans of food when he had an urge to cook something fresh. Weird, since he had never really learned how to cook, but hey, there was always time. Marcus put a couple chicken breasts in to bake and some brown rice into the rice cooker. Simple, but it was a healthy snack.

Back at his computer, Marcus saw that the website had popped up a new comment on his photo. Typical judgmental bullshit about his weight.

>>> Comment by grindraddict
>>> Damn, you’d think a guy wearing a superman T would be more careful about his health.

“Fuck off,” Marcus said to the empty room. “At least I have a job. You’re just some asshole on the internet.”

Another bleep happened and Marcus realized it wasn’t a game update, it was the website announcing another new comment.

>>> Comment by evenevan
>>> I bet he sweats like a pig when he’s on the treadmill.

Marcus couldn’t confirm or deny that one, he’d never been in a gym in his life. He didn’t even own gym clothes, not since he’d dropped that bullshit class the moment he could in high school.

He moved to close the tab, but the website got one more bleep in before Marcus managed it.

>>> Comment by 12inches
>>> Lay off the guy. He’s got a lot of muscle under that fat.

Marcus ate his snack, fuming at the internet losers. “I’m better than they are,” he muttered. “I’ve got lots of important things going on in my life, and I’m smarter, and so what if my job is just selling cell phones at the mall, the economy isn’t my fault and at least I have a job anyway!” By the end, Marcus was practically screaming at his computer screen. The site wasn’t even on screen anymore.

Just then, the computer bleeped and the site popped up again.

>>> Comment by grindraddict
>>> Then he should get to the gym and sweat it to the surface. What a whale!

Marcus closed the site again and stormed out of the room. If this thing was going to keep popping up and insulting him, he’d just have to go somewhere else.

Instead of taking his car to the gym, Marcus decided to walk the two miles. It was hot out, but the cardio would do him good. He turned up the music on his phone, one of the shiny new models that had ‘fallen off the truck’ at work, and made a good pace towards his gym. By the time he was there, Marcus was sweating bullets, but the gym had AC and he’d brought his gym bag with a fresh change of clothes.

He had done a couple miles on the treadmill, totally soaking his shirt, when his phone bleeped. Fucking hell, somehow the website was on there too.

>>> Comment by gymrat94
>>> yeah bro, do you even lift???

Marcus stepped off the treadmill and was a shocked by what he saw in the gym mirrors. Fuck, while he was running, it was like he’d totally morphed into the hulk! How’d that happen?

Who cared? Did he even lift? Marcus silently mocked the phone. “Yeah, more than you asshole.” He stopped for a breather and surveyed himself in the gym mirrors. Sure he was a little vain, but with the muscle he now had, Marcus deserved it.

His T was plastered to his chest from his cardio, so Marcus could clearly see the deep cut of his overpowered chest, the pecs jutting out from his solid trunk and rounding out just enough that his nipples pointed more down than out. His pecs were a little unbalanced compared to the rest of his body, but not by too much. Marcus just liked his brag muscles. Between the pecs and the always-on biceps, his status as a gym rat wasn’t in question.

Marcus pulled out his phone and snapped a quick mirror shot. “Let’s show those fuckers what’s what,” he thought.

He had just finished his bench set when the phone bleeped again. Reactions were coming in to his new snapshot.

>>> Comment by fauxhawk4ever
>>> Shiiiit! Now there’s a muscle mary for us. He just needs a fauxhawk!

>>> Comment by pr0nking
>>> lol, seriously??? okay, but he’s gotta stay masc. dude looks like a construction worker gone overtime

>>> Comment by muscledaddy
>>> Yeah, but he still squeals like a little bitch when he gets fucked by a real fag

Marcus ducked into a corner of the gym by the water fountain and stared at his phone. He hadn’t questioned the muscle, who looks that kind of gift horse in the mouth, but what was up with these comments. Was the website actually making this happen?

He remembered being a phone salesman who knew all about webites and stuff, but he also remembered being a gym queen, getting bent over in the sauna and fucked until he exploded. The two sets of memories competed in his mind, neither one of them gaining dominance.

“Hey man, can I get by?” Marcus was blocking the way of a smaller guy who wanted to get at the water fountain. Hah, smaller, the guy was at least 175.

Marcus meant to say “Yeah, sure,” but what slipped out was “You can have anything you want,” alongside a flirty wink.

The guy just laughed. “Bad boy, Marcus, save it for the showers.”

Marcus couldn’t think clearly. His mind raced - how was he going to stop this shit from happening? His phone bleeped again, interrupting his thought process.

>>> Comment by tweedleDUMB
>>> He’s sooooofuckin’ sexy!! I bet he’s a dum dum to! Our cocks do the thinkn for us!

>>> Comment by jerseygurl
>>> Doesn’t take much cock for that then!

>>> Comment by tweedleDUMB
>>> fuck you, he’s hung like a horse and it’s always gettin’ hard! our man needs COCK!

Marcus put the phone away. What was he thinkin’ about? It was super duper important. Shit, he didn’t know, Kenny was doin’ squats across the gym and he was making Marcus horny.

Marcus was getting hard. That’s why he always wore a jock. On the job site, in the gym, even when he was just out at the gay bars finding his next top.

Marcus finished up in the gym and headed for the juice bar, eager to get a protein shake and start building more muscle. Sexy muscle. Fuck he was hard. The phone bleeped again, so he fished it out and checked the text.

>>> Comment by lastfridaynight
>>> He has such a nerd name. He’ll sound sexier if he’s Marc.

“Hey, Marc!” called Eduardo from behind the counter. “Your usual?”

“Yeah,” Marc replied. He sat and watched dumbly as Eduardo flexed his muscles in an overly-showy ritual of filling the blender with protein smoothie. He hadn’t had Eduardo in a while. Maybe he was off shift soon.

>>> Comment by Travis-Admin
>>> Wow guys! You’re doing a great job. He’ll look perfect in that superman shirt now.

>>> Comment by 12Inches
>>> It’s gonna be bursting at the seams.

Marc laughed as each text came up. These dudes were talkin’ about him, and making him even hotter and sexier as they did it. Eventually, Marc finished downing the shake and headed back to the lockers for a shower.

In the shower, there was that guy from before, the little one just getting soaped up.

“Hey, you need some help with that?” the guy pointed at the obvious bulge in Marc’s crotch. Marc just nodded and pulled off his sweat stained jock. His donkey cock flopped out. The guy got down on his knees to start sucking Marc off, but he was yanked up rudely.

“No dude, you gotta fuck me. Fuck he so fuckin’ hard.” Marc braced against the shower wall, letting the warm water wash off the sweat while the guy soaped up his cock and lined up with Marc’s hole.

“You sure?”

“Fuck me harder than you’ve fucked anyone.”

Marc’s cock beat a steady rhythm against his oversized legs as the little guy thrusted in and out of Marc’s well used hole.

“Uuuuhn,” Marc moaned, echoing through the locker room. The guy behind him was too caught up in his frantic fuck to care. “Uuuuhhhh!” Marc groaned again.

“This what you need?” the little guy said. “You gotta get fucked like a whore.”

“Uh huh,” Marc grunted. He could feel the guys cock pulsing inside him, pushing him over the edge and into climax. With a final cry, Marc splattered his cum all over the shower wall.

Marc turned around, refreshed by the release. The shower doorway was chalk full of guys, most of them rubbing boners of their own at the sight of the spent men. One guy was there with a disgusted look on his face.

“What’s the matter,” Marc joked as he clasped the little guy on the shoulder. “You fuckers never seen a real fag before?”

After washing off, Marc headed out into the locker room to grab his stuff from his locker. His phone must have been going off like nuts while he was getting his rocks off.

>>> Comment by wake’n’nate
>>> I luv his muscles, but I hope he dresses better!

>>> Comment by takemehard
>>> Has he used the gift certificate yet?

>>> Comment by Travis-Admin
>>> Not yet.

>>> Comment by wake’n’nate
>>> Srsly tho, if he spends like ten minutes getting ready, he’s sex!

>>> Comment by takemehard
>>> Wish he was at my bar every night

>>> Comment by pr0nking
>>> Greedy!

That reminded Marc, he had to get ready before his shift at the bar tonight. He didn’t have any construction today, but his second job called him in almost every night. You could never have too much work. He’d started as a doorman, but the manager had recognized talent and soon he was stripping. He couldn’t get enough of those dollar bills shoved into his jock.

He squeezed a superman shirt that was ready to pop at the chest and the bicepsbefore heading home.

At his computer, Marc pulled up that coupon that the site had sent him for bein’ their model. The online store didn’t have much for guys Marc’s size, but he did manage to find a couple XXL’s that might fit. Both looked like they’d been printed directly on pride flags. One said “Pound me”, and the other said “I do it for the money.” Marc hoped they’d both fit him, he loved letting people know how much he loved some dude paying to fuck him.

The doorbell rang with a package from the store. Good service! Marc looked the delivery man over and flirted a bit, but he was too eager to open up his new stuff.

He slipped the one that said ‘I do it for the money’ on and checked himself out in the mirror. That was perfect. Now all the dudes at the club would know he wasn’t just a whore, he was a greedy one too!

Marc fussed in the mirror, carefully trimming his scruff and fitting himself into a pair of jeans that somehow managed to be slutty and masc. at the same time. Eventually his phone beeped and it was time to head to the club.

As Marc oiled up for the night, he took one more snapshot in the mirror and posted to his Facebook. The guys on the site deserved a little more skin, after all, they’d paid for it!

>>> Comment by 12inches
>>> Good one guys!

>>> Comment by wake’n’nate
>>> I’d luuuv to bend him over

>>> Comment by takemeharder
>>> He’s dancing at the club tonight, c’mon over and try him out!

Marc chuckled. If someone from the site wanted to give him a ride, it was no questions asked. He couldn’t think of anyone more awesome than those guys.

It was almost time to go on when his phone bleeped for the last time.

>>> Comment by Travis-Admin
>>> Just a reminder: submissions for tomorrows Catch of the Day can be sent to my email or PM’d to me.

Marc and his cock thought it over. That guy at the gym, the one who looked disgusted at a little fun - he might make a good catch.

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