It's Going to Happen to Him! (hypno musc)
by petercbb
Continued from How Did This Happen to Me?
A quick recap of the story so far. My name’s Andy Carlton. I was meeting my girlfriend at a bar when a huge bodybuilder overpowered me and over the course of the next four months, with the help of steroids, growth hormone, Viagra and a number of other chemicals, he turned me into a 300lb gay bodybuilder with an insatiable appetite for man sex. And now the story continues…
My New Life
I lay on the bed naked with a pillow under my groin to lift my ass. Ronnie, the guy that had picked me out for processing as a hugely built muscleman was behind me and wiping the upper right hand cheek of my ass with an alcohol swab.
“OK, here it comes,” he said, and he jabbed me with the hypodermic syringe. He slowly aspirated to check there was no blood coming through and then pushed the plunger so the drugs went directly into the muscle of my enormous right buttock.
“There you go, that should keep you growing for the next few days,” he said and with that he threw the syringe into the sharps bin and it was my turn to do the same to him. This was part of our routine; new for me, but something Ronnie had been doing for the last three years. 250mg of deca-durabolin and 250mg of sustanon every other day for 10 weeks, then a few weeks off and then start over again.
Ronnie had educated me on the cocktail of drugs I’d need to take to keep my muscles the way they were after the initial four-month indoctrination.
Like Ronnie had said, I soon got into the groove of my new existence. The injections every other day, the 7 meals and protein shakes throughout the day and the hardcore training session in the gym were all part of the routine, and I have to say, I loved it. No stress, no pressure, just manly gym training and manly sex as often as I want it.
The best sex was with Ronnie, but I’ll get to that later. Most of the sex was with clients of the ‘firm’. This was a shadowy organisation with which we both had very little contact. They had the contacts with clients who would arrange appointments. We got the appointment by e-mail generally, although sometimes by phone. It would give us an address, usually a hotel somewhere, and we’d turn up and do whatever the client wanted. Of course, Ronnie and I both had our specialities but we could basically turn our hands (or asses) to just about anything sexual the clients would want.
Ronnie was a great top and loved the whole leather thing. I was more of a bottom and couldn’t get enough of being tied up! (This may have had something to do with my four months in bondage during my indoctrination). A typical client visit for me went something like this: I get an e-mail to be at the Marriott Hotel at 3 pm and to go to room 1536. I turn up at the place with my kit bag wearing a pair of bodybuilder baggies and a string training top with WORLD GYM in big letters across the chest and back. I knock on the door, the client let’s me in, we sit and chat for a few minutes and then we’re off into a whirlwind of wild sex.
This client wasn’t particularly attractive, a bit overweight but his face was handsome. His favourite scene was to over power me, ripping my clothes off me and then tying me up. He then wanted to fuck me in the mouth and ass and come all over my chest. Not very imaginative, I know, but this was the kind of thing that these guys would pay big money for.
Of course, on this occasion it was a bit of a shit show. The guy couldn’t rip my vest off properly as he wasn’t strong enough and had to get a knife from my kit bag. Then he asked me to take off my gym baggies as the sexual thrill had gone out of it for him without the strength to tear them off. In fact, from this guy’s perspective it was all a bit of a disaster. He was so unfit that even after the little exertion he’d had so far, he didn’t feel he’d have the strength to tie me up. And so in the end, I got a bottle of massage oil out of my bag and he proceeded to rub it all over my body.
He started at the feet and slowly worked his way up my calves and thighs, of which, I was particularly proud. The teardrop at the knee was very pronounced and my quads bulged sideways both outwards and inwards. This made my stance seem very strange for non-bodybuilders to imagine. Unlike most people, I couldn’t get my feet any closer than about 2 ft apart. My thigh muscles were so big, they pushed each other apart and were still in contact to just above my knees.
He worked very slowly as he rubbed the oil up the back of my hamstrings and on to my ass. As he circled my globes his index finger zeroed in on my hole and I purposefully widened my stance and bent over a little to give him better access to my pucker. Of course, he almost creamed himself at this moment. He’d been undressed for this session and his cock was like a little iron bar all the while. It wasn’t very long but he could probably bust through a sheet of steel it was so hard! It was a shame his belly overhang prevented him from seeing it most of time. He pushed his finger in and I gasped with pleasure. As I said earlier, the sex with Ronnie was best, but pretty much any man shoving something up my ass got me going. At this point my cock was getting hard too. Fortunately, Mister Client Man continued his massage up my body. Quickly over my abs, and then slowly and more lovingly over my pecs where he settled on my nipples for special attention. My breathing quickened as he worked my nips and my cock stiffened further.
I’d just come from the gym to see this client, so my chest had something of a disco pump and was looking humungous. The diet I’d been on made my skin super thin and the veins ran across my pecs and down into my arms. The fat guy was oozing pre-cum by this stage and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t last too much longer. Around to my back and finally down my arms and he’d covered me completely in oil. Now normally, I would avoid kissing a guy, but despite the fact that this guy was fat, his face was handsome and so I made an exception. I held his head in my hands and slowly moved into to kiss him deeply.
As our tongues explored each other’s mouths, we fell on to the bed and the kiss continued. But I knew this couldn’t last too much longer as I heard him whimper a little, which was a sign of his imminent orgasm.
Sure enough, he broke off the kiss, lifted himself to his knees, gripped his cock firmly and pushed it towards my massive chest and within a couple of shakes was coming all of my hairy, macho chest. To finish this virtuoso performance by this guy, he bent down and licked the cum, strand by strand from my chest -another turn on for him.
After that, we had a quick chat (the guy was a good conversationalist), I took a shower and got dressed and was off. In all, it had lasted about an hour and I had just made $1,000. God knows how many university degrees I’d have needed in my previous existence to earn that kind of money!
Most of the clients were like this guy, usually businessmen who were closet cases and could only have sex on business trips. Otherwise, they were well to do gay men who didn’t want to have to fight through the bar scene to have sex with a top body.
So this was my existence since I was forcibly grown into a Mr Olympia standard bodybuilder. Now you might think it was pretty shallow and vacuous and who knows, you may be right. Whether it was just my personality or something they’d done to me during my 4 months on the muscle-building slab, I enjoyed my existence. Not having to do the 9 to 5, not having a boss to answer to, enjoying my job, and let’s face it, which guy wouldn’t enjoy a job having sex all the time. And best of all, being with Ronnie and training to stay big and hopefully get bigger.
Since Ronnie had kidnapped me and put me through my enforced growth phase, you’d imagine I would have issues with still being a friend. In fact, it was quite the reverse. My attitude had been truly moulded during my growth phase and I felt a connection and friendship with Ronnie stronger than any I could remember. Not only did he show me the ropes during the early weeks working for the firm, but he was a great training partner. He knew everything there was to know about bodybuilding nutrition and the drugs I had to take to stay big and hard; but best of all was the sex. He was a master (and Master) in the sack and with both of us geared up to the gills on steroids, our sex drives were constantly in overdrive.
One day after I’d come back from a client, Ronnie jumped me from behind the front door of the apartment and wrestled me to the ground and somehow into a pair of handcuffs. He then proceeded to tickle me so I was almost pissing myself. Once he’d stopped, he got me onto my feet and took me into the bedroom. The next bit was tricky, but he managed to un-cuff my hands and get them re-cuffed to the bedstead. Now Ronnie really was strong enough to rip off my clothes, which he then did. Riiiipppp and off came my string training top. He then yanked my training baggies off and another rip and the jockstrap I was wearing was in tatters too.
Ronnie knelt between my legs and I looked up at him from my inferior position on the bed. His body was magnificent. His thighs were golden brown and the muscles pushed out from his skin in huge lobes. His mighty cock dangled between his legs but I knew it would stay there for too long. As he was in a bulking phase, his body wasn’t too ripped, but this just made him seem bigger. Now I knew something about bodybuilding, I knew what I liked and what I didn’t. The best for me was a guy just after he’d started dieting down for a contest. This was when they are at their most massive but with some definition beginning to show through. This was the stage Ronnie was at now. Still with an 8 pack on the stomach, but massive pecs and shoulders and arms that beggared belief.
He bent over to the bedside table, grabbed some lube and then gripped my ankles. A quick squirt on to my hole and his cock and he was ready to go. Now you may recall the first time Ronnie fucked me, he told me to relax and act like I was taking a big shit. Well, after the time I’d been working for the firm that was no longer necessary. Ronnie slipped in easily and as usual got a great pumping action going against my prostate. He could keep going for hours like this and it increasingly sent me delirious with pleasure.
Whilst continuing to pump into my ass, he bent down and kissed me full on the lips and started to swirl his tongue in my mouth. I was getting more and more heated. All it took was for him to let go of my ankles and plant both hands on my nipples and start to work them and I went over the top. “Urgh, urgh urgh”, I cried as I pumped jism all over my stomach. The reaction my sphincter had was to contract around Ronnie’s thick cock that then sent him over the edge too. I could feel the spooge fill my anus and lubricate his cock even more in my ass.
As usual after one of our quickies, we both then collapsed on the bed for a snooze (not before he’d released me from my bondage, of course).
My Next Job at the Firm
Of course, as with all fair stories, something has to give. Ronnie came back from a client visit and looked rather sombre. He called me over to sit with him and explained what had happened.
“I just got a call from my contact at the firm”. I was worried and asked him about it. “So, what did they say, what did they want?”
“Well, it’s happened sooner with you than it did with me”, he continued. “I had been here about three years before they got me to do this, but it looks like they want you to do it after less than a year”.
I was being incredibly thick at this point. “What? What do they want me to do?” I whined.
“You’ve got to recruit”. Again, being thick, I said “Recruit? Recruit what?”
“My God, Andy, do I have to spell it out to you? Just like I recruited you and turned you into a huge bodybuilder, now it’s your turn to pick someone and do the same to them”. I was dumbfounded. “But, how? What? When? What am I supposed to do?”
“Its OK, I’ll show you the ropes, but what I’m most concerned about is what happens to us?” “But why should anything happen to us?” I enquired. “We can still be together can’t we?”
“That’s not the way it works usually. The whole point is that when you pick someone and take him through the process, you have to nurture him afterwards and get him into the job. The firm don’t like there being threesomes – it just complicates things for them, apparently”.
“So, you’re saying that we can’t be together after the guy I pick has gone through the process?”
“That’s about it” he replied sadly. “Well, I think that’s bollocks and I’m having none of it. If we want to stay together after I’ve chosen and built my new guy, I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t”.
After the discussion, everything was a bit quiet and sombre and it wasn’t until after we’d both been training and we were feeling really pumped and horny that things got better. A quick shag and we both felt a lot better and after a full mouthful of Ronnie’s semen, I felt a lot less hungry!
Ensnaring a Victim
The next few days were spent with Ronnie giving me some tuition as to how to seek out, select and finally capture my victim to be put through the bodybuilder indoctrination process. There weren’t too many criteria for selection: the guy had to be reasonably young (up to 35), very handsome as that was the one thing the mind melding and muscle process couldn’t change, and finally, reasonably fit. If there was too much fat on the body to begin with the process didn’t work as well and took much longer as the fat had to go first.
Once I knew the basics from Ronnie, I then had to become a gym butterfly. I joined 4 or 5 local gyms and had a rota of training at each of them in turn at different times of the day. My job was to check out the clients and see if I could select one that looked like he met the criteria.
I wasn’t surprised that in this part of town, there wasn’t a shortage of eligible men who would suit the program perfectly. Eventually, I settled on my selection and told Ronnie about him. He was a black guy (which I’d always had a thing about since Ronnie put me through the mind and muscle building machine). He was about 5’10” and around 170lbs without any body fat on him at all. He had that sinewy type of black body with bluish/black skin that some people called blurple. I knew the times he went to the gym and so took Ronnie with me the next time so we could both take a look.
Considering this was a normal fitness gym, having two massive bodybuilders walk in and start training was a bit of a turn up for the other clients. Fortunately, our prey turned up quite quickly and we followed him round the gym as he trained. He was certainly pretty fit as he did a full workout over an hour and then some cardio afterwards. We decided to follow him into the changing room to check out his equipment and sure enough, he lived up to both Ronnie’s and my expectations. His cock as about 8” soft and I thought I would love to have it in my ass once he’d been through the process.
Ronnie agreed that this was the guy we would go for, but what I wasn’t prepared for was when he said that we should catch him now!
“But how are we going to do that? We haven’t got any of the stuff,” I said.
“Don’t worry, it’s all in the car. Its dark outside, so we simply follow him to the car park, grab him before he drives off and we can take him back to the dungeon and start the process”.
And that’s exactly what we did. I went out to the car first and got the rag and chloroform with which we would put him out. I waited near the door of the gym and sure enough our guy came out followed by Ronnie. Once he was far enough away from the light of the doors, I quickly approached him from behind, as Ronnie had done to me all those months ago, and put the rag across his mouth and nose. There was a brief struggle, but the beauty of this approach was that the victim was so surprised by what was happening that they breathed in more of the vapours more quickly, which in turn, put them out quicker too.
We bundled our victim along with his bag into the car and I took him back to the dungeon in the apartment whilst Ronnie took the guys car key blipper to find his car and dispose of it appropriately.
Meanwhile, I got the guy into the apartment and lay him on the indoctrination table just like Ronnie had done to me what seemed like a lifetime ago. Once he was trussed at the wrists, elbows, thighs, knees and ankles I felt a bit more relaxed as there was nothing he could do now to escape.
Just as Ronnie had done to me, I put KY on the tip of his cock and inserted the catheter, lubed his ass and put the irrigation tube in and finally put the feeding tube up his nose and down into his stomach. It was at this point that the guy began to come to and showed signs of consciousness.
It took him a few minutes to understand his situation and once he realised what had happened to him he started shouting and screaming at me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to me? Where, the fuck, am I? Who, the fuck are you?” I got the sense that his vocabulary could be usefully expanded, but then again, I had just kidnapped him and abused his trussed up body, so he had the right to be a bit pissed. LOL
In order to quieten him down a bit, I waved the rag of chloroform over his nose and that did the trick. He suddenly became a lot more docile and more controlled. It was then that the strangest thing happened and something that was completely unexpected for me. The guy continued to look at my body and slowly but surely got the biggest boner I’d seen in a long time. Ronnie and I were right about his tackle. It may have been 8” soft but now with this massive boner, it had extended to about 11” inches and was thick too, like a beer can.
I didn’t wait any longer as I was stressed by the whole situation. I got the drip bag with the drugs in, carefully inserted the needle into the vein in his left arm and watch him relax totally. I then put the screen across his face and the earphones on him, completed the process with the electro pads and the electro-stim on his cock and switched all the machines on. As I left him, I could hear a slight moan from him as the screen flickered into light and pictures of massive musclemen began to fill his emptying mind. His cock looked like it had extended even further and was harder than ever!