The Making of PeteMuscle (hypno musc)
by petercbb
This is my first story it follows a couple of common themes but ive overlaid some of my own experiences too. I hope you enjoy.
I couldn't wait to get out of work and get to the gym. This was the first gym that I'd been able to chose for myself having just moved to London from the north of England. Back there living with my parents, I'd been a member of the same gym as them but it wasn't really what I wanted. It will help if I tell you a little about myself so you can understand why I was so enthusiastic about getting to the gym.
I grew up with loving parents and four siblings and had an idyllic childhood. The only real issue for me was that I realised from an early age that I was gay and somehow I couldn't ever feel comfortable in this very peasant northern town where being gay was unusual to say the least. Even so, when at the tender age of 22 I was offered a job in London, I decided to take it despite the wrench I knew I would feel having to leave my family.
Cutting a long story short, the job was great and over the first few months I progressed well, but my thoughts of moving to London had been a little naive. The job was actually in a small town just a few miles north of the capital and for all intents and purposes, it could have been a million miles away as I didn't have a car and travel after work made it difficult to feel the full ambiance of living in the capital city.
The good thing was that I found a local gym and was able to indulge my passion for another very un-middle class sport; bodybuilding! Ever since my youngest days I had been into comic book heroes and loved the bulging muscles of those very special people. From the age of 7 or 8 I had looked at pictures of muscular men and dreamed of being like that some day. Back up north it had always been difficult as the comments I got from my siblings and parents about weight training were always very negative. They always thought cardio vascular exercise was best, but for me it just didn't cut it and being thin was a complete turn off. Hence my excitement for getting to the gym after work!
There was another reason I was always keen to get to the gym. That was Eddie the African. He was the first real bodybuilder I had seen in the flesh and he was the most awesome specimen I had ever set eyes on. About 6' 0" and 280lbs (20 stone in English measures) he was every wet dream I ever had come true. Beautiful African facial features, massive cannonball shoulders with a shelf like chest of about 60" narrowing down to a slim waist of 32 or 34 inches. His thighs bulged out again and unusually for black bodybuilders, his calves were massive too! It was all wrapped up in the most beautiful skin imaginable. Some call it blurple, but it was really obsidian. That really dark African skin with a purple sheen that just absorbed the light.
Eddie trained at the gym and he was always friendly enough when I turned up and we'd exchange hellos. I never really got the opportunity to sit down and talk with him as I was always in such awe of his massive physique. I learned on Monday when I came to the gym that he had just won the British bodybuilding championships the previous day. He came in the evening with his trophy and the other big guys at the gym all came to congratulate him. I was still scared to approach him as at this stage I was still a pretty un-athletic figure despite the 6 months or so of training I had done there.
The other big guys, all bodybuilders seemed to have a strange connection to Eddie. They were all friends with him but I noticed on a number of occasions they were quite subservient to him. He'd be chatting with one of the muscle guys and then on a whim tell them to get him a protein shake. They would just stop talking, say ok, and get up and get the drink made up at the juice bar and bring it over to him. It was all really quite strange, but I just felt they were, like me, in awe of his massive physique, even though some of them were as big, if not bigger than Eddie.
Another thing I noticed was that they all seemed to be doing shady deals with each other. Usually it was one of the big guys coming over to Eddie and giving him some cash, £20 notes was the norm and quite a lot in each transaction. At first I thought it was a steroid ring, but if it was, they were talking an awful lot as they were bringing money to Eddie almost every day - sometimes twice a day or more.
I just wanted to get closer to Eddie and may be get some help in training so I too could get bigger. I always felt that my job would prevent me from getting as big as Eddie and some of his friends. Working in a bank was not the best atmosphere to be chugging down protein shakes during the day and taking little plastic containers of food into work. But it didn't mean I couldn't get bigger and look more muscular that I did then.
In the days after Eddie won the British title, I kept on trying to pluck up the courage to speak to him, and it was only on the Saturday following his triumph that I did actually speak to him. Little did I know that that first conversation would change my life forever!
"Hi Eddie, my name's Peter. I just wanted to congratulate you on winning last weekend." I said.
"Thanks, Pete, it took a lot of hard work, but the dedication paid off in the end." I noticed the shortening of my name immediately. It was almost as though from the very first he wanted to be the one with the upper hand in this conversation. He carried on "So what do you want to achieve in the gym?"
I fumbled my words. I was so unused to saying that I wanted to be a 300lb bodybuilder that it just didn't come naturally to me. I just said "Errr, I want to get bigger, you know, put some meat on these bones"
"As big as me?" he said enquiringly. Again, I was lost for words. "Well, errr, yes, in the end that would be fantastic" I said. "But that would take years and I'm not sure I could put the work in needed with my job and all"
"Well, it's up to you, anyone can do this, but you have to put the money, time and effort into it. But don't use your job as an excuse. If you want it badly enough, you'll work around it, or even make it your job like I've done. I was a doctor before I took up bodybuilding seriously"
I couldn't believe my ears. I thought all these guys were just big muscle heads, but Eddie was clearly very bright and had given up a career which could have earned him thousands to take up lifting weights and strutting around on stage in skimpy posing briefs.
I blurted out the obvious question "But how did you cope for money?". He replied "it wasn't easy at first, but I had some savings and there are other things a bodybuilder can do to earn money".
I didn't dare ask what they were and the stare in Eddie's eyes made me feel uncomfortable as though he was drilling into my soul. In the end Eddie said "well, Pete, if you want to get as big as me some day and need some help, just let me know. I can sort you out with a routine and may be even help you with the work issue"
I was dumbfounded. He'd just offered to help me become a massive bodybuilder on the first occasion we'd met. I just thanked him, wished him well again for his win and went back to my training. I was now feeling horny as hell and in a complete quandary as to what to do next. It had been my life's ambition to be big like Eddie, a Herculean bodybuilder, and he'd offered it to me and I hadn't had the guts to take him up on the offer. Was I mad or just scared?
By the time I had finished my workout, I was drenched in sweat. I got changed and started to walk out of the gym and passed the juice bar where Eddie was sitting. This was my moment, I stopped and said to Eddie "were you serious about helping me to become a huge bodybuilder?". He looked me straight in the eyes and like before he seemed to look in to my soul and said "Pete, be round my house tomorrow evening at 7 and we can start then, here's my address" and he handed me a business card. It read "Big Eddie, personal trainer, professional bodybuilder and entrepreneur." His address and contact details were below.
My cock was as hard as a steel bar as I left the gym. I couldn't believe I had had the courage to do that but it now seemed to be all in place. I had thoughts about what we would do the next evening; would he give me a routine, a special diet; would there be drugs involved? I didn't want to get into the steroid merry go round although I had no idea whether it would be possible to get as big as I wanted without them.
On Sunday I went to the gym as usual and I didn't see Eddie, so I just did a shoulder routine and then some cardio to finish off. I was lucky that my body had responded somewhat to the training I had been doing. Although there wasn't much additional muscle, I had slimmed down quite a lot and looked much leaner than I had previously. The real issue was that I didn't want to look lean, I wanted to look big!
The rest of the day crawled by and at about 6:40 I got in the car I had recently bought and drove the 10-15 minutes over to the address Eddie had given me. It was in a part of town I didn't know that well and it was quite up market. His address was an apartment block and I rang the bell corresponding to his address. It turned out he had the penthouse suite with balconies all around and sparsely but luxuriously appointed. When he greeted me at the door, I nearly creamed my pants again. He was wearing a pair of Lycra shorts which left most of his thighs exposed and a string bodybuilding vest with the name of some Californian gym on it. His massive musculature was exposed completely and I couldn't help but stare.
"Hey, come in" he said. "Let me get you something to drink". I thought about it for a second and asked for a protein drink as I thought this would indicate my seriousness about what we were doing together.
When he came back from the kitchen, we sat down at the dining table each on adjacent sides so we could talk easily. I gulped down my shake and Eddie started to speak to me. He said it would take a great deal of determination on my part and I would need to stick to the routines and diet he would be giving me. I listened intently, but I began to feel a little bit woozy and couldn't concentrate. Eddie turned to face me directly, and said "That's fine, you're going to feel a little sleepy for a while. Just continue listening to my voice" and I did. He continued to speak and I tried to follow everything he was saying. There was something about him asking me to do things and I wouldn't understand why, but it was important that I did as I was told.
I remember now a consistent theme was the need to follow the rules he laid down and that that would be the key to my success in bodybuilding. I agreed to do every thing he said, but I wasn't really all there. The feeling of detachment was quite strong and Eddie continued to stare right into my eyes and the effect was hypnotic.
After I don't know how long, I started to feel more normal and regained some of my senses. Eddie asked me how I felt and I said I was fine. He then said he wanted me to do something for him. I readily agreed, which was strange as I had no idea what it was he wanted me to do.
He said "Go over to the centre of the room and remove all of your clothes, until you're naked". I quickly moved over to the centre and stripped bare. Eddie then followed me over with a tape measure and started measuring my body; neck 15 inches, arms 13 inches, thighs 22, calves 15, chest 44 and waist 34. He then brought a set of scales and weighed me -170 lbs.
Looking back on all of this, I can't imagine why I didn't find all of this quite strange, being naked in his living room and him putting a tape measure all over me. He also tugged at my balls and cock and felt around them a bit. He muttered something about them not producing enough testosterone for any serious training. He then told me to go sit back at the table and as I started to get dressed, he said "no, just as you are". He then went on to explain that the key to bodybuilding success was not only diet, training and rest, it was also the amount of testosterone in your system. This, he said was what made the difference between a fitness model and a champion bodybuilder.
I thought to myself "Oh no, this is where he starts sticking needles into me". But instead, he said, "remember what I said about following my instructions?". I said I did. He then said "I want you to wank off into your hand in front of me now, and when you've cum, I want you to lick it off your hand and swallow it, do you understand?"
I surprised myself when I happily agreed to do this and started stroking my cock until it got back to full mast of about 7". He continued, "you see, you need more testosterone in your system to build big muscles and spunk comes straight from your balls where all the testosterone is made" now although this all sounded a bit far fetched, I was now so hooked in the moment I wasn't really listening. I made a yelp as I came and quickly lapped up the cum off my hand and swallowed it like to was the best drink I had ever had.
We talked for a little while longer and then he said it was time for me to go. It was almost like a dismissal. He just said "you'd better be off now, be here tomorrow at the same time." and so I went. When I got back in the car, I thought about what had just happened. The more I thought about it the more weird it all seemed to me. Had I really stripped naked in front of this guy and then wanked off and eaten my own cum in front of him? Weirder still, as I drove home, I became completely ok with the whole scene that had taken place and actually looked forward to the next time which would be tomorrow.
As it happened, the next day was fairly similar, with a measuring session and then wanking and eating the cum. Eddie seemed happy with me and gave me a pat on the head and said I would work out really well for him. I wasn't sure what this meant as I was under the impression it was going to work out ok for me as I got to be a huge bodybuilder but I let it pass.
The routine I settled to after that was good for me. I would train 4/5 times a week and follow the diet that Eddie had given me. The last time I had been with Eddie he said I should wank and eat my cum at least once a day, which although a bit tiring I managed to do religiously. I would always be thinking of Eddie every time I came.
After three weeks of this routine, Eddie said I needed to come around and would have to stay a bit longer than I previously had. It was almost the same routine as the first time I had been there. The protein shake, the drowsiness, Eddie talking to me earnestly about following orders but also having to do things I may find I didn't want to do.
Again when the drowsiness wore off, Eddie had me strip naked again and measured me. I wasn't any larger or heavier than I had been three weeks earlier which I found really disappointing. Eddie said I needed more testosterone and that I should wank now, but in order to supplement my dose, he would also have a wank and I would have to eat that too. May be this is what he thought I might not want to do, but I then realised, he didn't know I was gay. In fact seeing him get his huge black/purple fuck stick out and start stroking it got me to orgasm in a few minutes. I quickly gulped down my cum and waited for Eddie. His 10" cock didn't take long to explode and he aimed the cum into his hand and offered it up to me. I lapped it up like a puppy. He told me this would have to become part of my usual routine in order to be bigger which was just fine with me.
Before I left he said he had one more thing for me. He went into his pocket and pulled out a dog tag. He handed it to me and said I needed to wear it all the time on pain of severe punishment from him. He even threatened to stop my training with him. I took the tag from him and read it, it had my name Peter Farlow, and below that in capital letters PROPERTY OF EDDIE ADEBOLE. I put it on straight away and my erection came back thinking that Eddie was really serious about training me to be huge bodybuilder.
The next time I arrived at the gym, Eddie called me over and checked around my neck to ensure I had dog tag still attached. He said "good, now get training". I went off as usual and did my routine as hard as I could and then after a quick shower went to the juice bar for my usual protein shake. Eddie was still there with another guy who was about my age, may be a little older. He was certainly bigger than I was and looked like he'd been training for about 6 months longer than me. Eddie introduced me to him as Mike Daniels and said that from now on we would both be training together 5 times a week. He gave us both a sheet of paper with our routines on and the timing of when we had to be there. It looked tricky for me as he wanted us to train from 5 pm on three weekdays and I wouldn't be able to get back from work in time to meet up with Mike. Eddie dismissed my complaint and said I needed to speak with my boss and get it sorted.
The next day I spoke to my boss who eventually agreed that if I came in at 8 o'clock on the three days I could leave at 4pm in order to get to the gym in time. I'm not sure why he bought the story of me having to help a neighbour out as she was elderly and infirm, but as long as it worked for me I didn't care. That evening I arrived at the gym at 4:45 and got changed ready to meet up with Mike. When I left the locker room, Mike was already doing some stretches and I immediately noticed that he had the same dog tag as me with the same words of ownership as mine. I was too shy to say anything, but I also caught him looking at my tag with interest.
We trained hard for about 75 minutes and then called it a day. It was quite strange as we were new training partners, but we easily found things to talk about. Mike had a similar admin job to mine but he too had ambitions to be a bodybuilder. He also had visits to Eddie at his apartment although he didn't go into any detail about what happened there. We continued to chat for a while and then Mike said he had to leave. I finished up and just as I was walking out of the gym, Eddie turned up at the door and said I needed to be over at his place as soon as I could. This was easy as the car was outside, I drove over there with Eddie following me in his large Mercedes with blacked out windows.
In his apartment, he was very short with me. He told me to strip immediately, which I did. Then the measure came out and he took the numbers. Then I was to wank, again which I did and licked my palm of the spunk. I was quite getting to like the taste of mine and Eddie's cum by this stage as I was getting mine once a day and Eddie's once or twice a week if I was lucky.
However, this time was different. Eddie said that the effect of the enzymes in my saliva was destroying the testosterone in his cum when I lapped it up. In order to avoid this, I need to swallow the cum directly from his cock, so it wouldn't be harmed by my mouth juices. I could see through Eddie's lycra shorts that he had a massive boner. He quickly dropped them and told me to get on my knees. There wasn't a lot of ceremony, he told me to open my mouth, be careful of my teeth and then shoved his cock down my throat. He grabbed the sides of my head and forcibly fucked me so that I gagged on the 10 incher ramming down my oesophagus.
Whilst all this was happening, I was wanking myself again and as Eddie roared his climax, I too came again. Eddie's cock was lodged in the back off my throat and the cum went straight down into my stomach. I was breathless for a second and then raised my hand up to my mouth to eat my cum again. Eddie stopped me and said, "did you just wank yourself without me asking you?" I replied "yes" and he followed it up with "so you're gay anyway then?" again I replied "yes" and he laughed loudly.
"This is going to be much easier than I thought with you boy. That Mike Daniels boy is a real pain, always trying to break free of the control he's under" I wondered about this for a few seconds but then my brain began to ache so I shut the thought out and carried on listening to Eddie.
"boy" he said, "I want you to follow me". I dutifully got up and walked naked across the living room and through a door into a completely black room. I couldn't see a thing until Eddie switched the lights on and in front of me was what I can only describe as an amazing play room. Not that I'd ever played in one, but it seemed to have loads of toys as well as some metal and wood furniture.
He sat me down in a wooden chair and used leather restraints on my wrists and ankles. Next he attached my knees to the side of the chair so my cock was exposed fully. He then rolled a stand over which had what looked like a plasma drip on it with a hose coming from the base. There was a small tap which obviously let the fluid flow. Next came a blindfold so I couldn't see anything any more.
Eddie then said,"the next couple of things may be uncomfortable, but you're going to have to get used to them as it certainly won't be the last time they happen to you whilst you're working for me". He pushed my head back, and I felt him start to push the end of the tube from the drip up into my nose. I struggled a bit and he slapped me across the face, not hard, just enough to make me understand who was in charge. I tried to remain calm, but the feeling was just too strange and I continued to move my head about. Eddie said "ok, if that's the way it's going to be". With that I heard him walk across the room and picked something up. When he came back he put what seemed to be a head harness on me, fastened the buckles and then attached my head to the back of the chair. I was now in no position to move my head at all. He roughly pushed the tube up my nose and I could feel it work it's way into my stomach. He patted my cheek once it was done and then said "time for a flush through". I only continued to wonder what he meant for a few minutes as the next thing I felt were his big hands grabbing my rock solid cock and putting something cold and jelly like on the tip. He then proceeded to push a catheter all the way into my bladder. The feeling was at once painful, weird and orgasmic, especially as the tip of the catheter went through my bladder sphincter I shuddered and Eddie asked me how I was doing. I said "I'm fine, I've just never experienced anything like this in my life before, it's so intense". He said "keep going boy, there's a lot more to come before you're fully trained."
He said "ok, everything is set. I'm going to put the water in your stomach but I'm not letting the water out of your bladder for a while. Let's just see how you cope with that for a little while". With that, I felt him do something with the catheter and also adjust the tube going up my nose. I could feel the water going into my stomach and almost instantly the pressure in my bladder increased. I don't know why as the water almost certainly had no time to get through my system. May be it was just the excitement of what he was doing to me. I heard him say "see you in a little while boy". I next heard the click of the light switch and the shutting of the door.
I don't know how long it was later, but I was in agony. My bladder was full to bursting and the water from the bag just seemed to keep coming. I cried out but Eddie didn't come in the room. I was totally shocked when I felt someone grab both of my nipples and twist them hard. Eddie's voiced boomed "you didn't think I was in here did you boy?" I gasped out loud as the work on my nipples made the sensation in my bladder even more excruciating. I struggled in the restraining chair but all I could hear from Eddie was "you're doing fine boy, just a little longer". I was gasping again and eventually I felt the pressure ease a little bit and some movement at my cock. Eddie was obviously opening the catheter and letting some fluid out. However it wasn't the end of my ordeal. He kept me in the chair for about an hour watching the pressure build up, then releasing some and so on until I was completely exhausted.
At last I felt the tube from my nose being removed and slowly the tube in my cock as well. I sighed audibly as they came out. Eddie said to me "you did great boy, you're showing a great deal of promise." When I was released from the chair, I flopped into Eddie's arms and he held me strongly. He let me get dressed and said that the next time I trained with Mike, we were both to come over to his place afterwards for the next stage of our training. I was ecstatic, although from what Eddie had said previously, I wasn't sure Mike would feel the same way I did.
The next day came quickly enough and training with Mike was good as usual. I could start to see improvements in my body after the time I had started with Mike and that made me feel good. I told Mike what Eddie had said and he seemed unenthusiastic to go along. I could only imagine that if he wasn't gay, some of the things Eddie would make him do would be quite unpleasant. When we got there, Mike was still in a sullen mood. Eddie invited us in and we got two protein shakes. I wolfed mine down but Mike was a bit slower. Eddie put me in front of a TV and turned it on to what looked like some extreme gay porn. The guys were hugely muscular and doing a load of things to each other I'd never even imagined.
Meanwhile, Eddie was talking to a very drowsy Mike and explaining about the rules and how Mike needed to do as he was told. As Mike started to answer back Eddie soon stopped him "No Mike, this is the way it's going to be, live with it. If we can't make it work with this level of training, it's going to be an awful lot worse for you. You'll still end up in the same place but will be a lot less of a person afterwards. Let's face it, the clients don't pay me for your intellect".
I wondered what Eddie meant on hearing this, but the effects of the shake were still deep and after a few seconds I just carried on enjoying the porn.
"Boy, get up, we're in the room again. Mike's ready for the next phase and so are you". I bounded over to the room door, a lot more enthusiastic than Mike and stood by the door. Eddie immediately commanded us both to strip and we both did. In front of us were two blocks of what looked like wood about waist height and maybe 2 foot square. There were hooks at each of the corners. Now naked, Eddie had us both put leather straps at our ankles and wrists. He moved us over to the blocks and bent us over. He used caribinas to clip our ankles and wrists to the hooks at the base of the two blocks. It was clear, we were going nowhere and our arses were exposed.
I couldn't see what Eddie was doing behind me but the next thing I felt was a small leather strap being fitted around my cock and balls. Next a weight was dropped from just above buy arse and it yanked on my nut sack. I yelped and looked across at Mike who knew what was coming next for him too. After we were both fully prepared, Eddie again went behind us to a bench and was preparing something. He asked us who wanted to go first but before I had chance to volunteer, Eddie had already decided that Mike was the pioneer. "ok, Mikey boy, get ready for this and remember, if you react badly things are going to get a whole lot worse for you."
I looked across at Eddie who was now also naked and sported a huge 10 inch hard-on. First off, he got a cotton pad and put some clear liquid on it. It smelled like alcohol which seemed reasonable with what followed. Eddie wiped Mike's butt cheeks with the cotton obviously to sterilise it and then after putting it down returned with two syringes. One was large and had no needle and the other smaller with a needle with a blue plastic head at the top. I would later discover the significance of this. The smaller one was filled with a clear pale yellow liquid. Eddie quickly pushed the bigger of the syringes into Mike's arse and pushed the plunger all the way home. I heard a slight grunt from Mike as he did so. Eddie then with one hand aimed his cock for Mike's ring and with the other held the small syringe. Eddie pushed his cock further in, the groan of Mike grew louder and eventually he yelped and screamed a little. Eddie quickly slapped him hard on the ass cheeks and He quietened down. Slowly, Eddie began to rhythmically force his cock in and out of Mike's arse, and Mike bent over and strapped to the block was unable to do anything about it.
After about 10 minutes of violent fucking, Eddie surprise us both, by raising the other syringe to his mouth, removing the cover from the needle with his teeth and then promptly jabbed it into Mike's arse. He continued pumping his arse as he plunged the fluid into Mike. Mike screamed at the top of his lungs but couldn't do a thing, he started crying and Eddie just said "Now you'll be in the real growth phase. We'll see you boys put on some real mass now". After another 10 minutes or so Eddie roared like a lion and pushed as far into Mike as he could and forced his cock in again and again as he orgasmed. "fuckin' fantastic" was all he said.
I had watched all of this from about 6' away and I knew what was coming to me next. "I have a feeling you'll enjoy this a lot more than little Mikey did, eh, boy" he said to me. "you'll need to give me a couple of minutes to get my breathe back, but in the meantime, let's get your arse ready for what's to come." With that, he took another large syringe, shoved it in my ass and pushed the plunger in fully. It was cold inside me, but the tingle that went through me went straight to my cock and despite the weights attached it started to stiffen up.
Eddie came round the front of me with a small brown bottle and held it to my nose. He
pressed one nostril shut and told me to breathe in through the other. He changed nostrils and did it again. The rush came immediately and I felt like my head would explode. The horniness in my arse, cock and balls went into overdrive.
"OK, I think you're about ready now boy" he came from behind and shoved his massive boner in my arse. I grunted, but unlike Mike after the first few pushes, he'd hit my prostate and I was flying high. I screamed for him to fuck me harder and he happily obliged. "You're going to be a great ASSet with an arse like this" he said. Exactly at the same time I felt the other needle pinch my flesh "there you go boy, you get the big juice too. I can't wait to see you two buys grow from now on". It took Eddie another 15 minutes to cum, but I was on cloud 9 all the way through. He groaned loudly as he eventually shoved the fat cock in to the hilt and released his load of African cum. I was breathing heavily but felt good all the same.
After we were released and had returned to the living room (still naked mind you), Eddie began to explain everything more fully. We were now going to be huge bodybuilders just like we both wanted. The injections we had been given were strong steroids which would greatly increased the rate of muscle mass we both put on. We would be needing these every other day and our diets would have to change accordingly. With the way our metabolisms would change we would need to eat a lot more food and continue the wild workouts we'd been doing.
I was fascinated and this talk just made me more horny. I liked Mike, but he did have a habit of whining quite a lot. He started by saying "Eddie, that's great but do I have to keep having this gay sex? My girlfriend is starting to wonder about me, as I never have the energy for shagging her"
"We'll take care of that later, but don't you worry, that'll be the least of your worries soon" We got our things together, got dressed and started to leave. Just at the door, Eddie said to Mike, "I want you here tomorrow at 5". Mike responded sullenly, "yes, Sir" and walked out the door with me.
The drive back to the gym was quiet and we said very little to each other. I thought a bit about Mike's issue and realised that he must have started this whole thing with Eddie before me as he was certainly bigger than me. He obviously hadn't taken to the drugs which Eddie must certainly be putting in the drinks he gave us at his apartment. With me, they flexed my mind and let me see things differently. Indeed most of the time after I had one of Eddie's shakes the things he said to me just became the truth and I didn't question them again. Sometimes it took a while for it to sink in, but it certainly did. I never questioned the whole thing about swallowing the sperm anymore, it just seemed to be obvious that drinking directly from Eddies's cock would be better at getting me bigger.
Mike, on the other hand was resisting all the time. It made him unhappy, I could tell. At one and the same time he wanted to be this huge bodybuilder, but he also wanted his girlfriend and to live that life too. At that point I decided I needed to say something to him. "Mike, if you're really not happy with the whole thing, then give it up. Being a huge bodybuilder isn't worth giving your life up for. If you want your girlfriend then that's the way you should go".
After a few minutes of silence Mike opened up to me. "The real problem is that I don't know what I want. I know doing the things I do with Eddie are wrong but secretly I enjoy them. I'm afraid that if I give into the pleasure, I'll just sink to a pit of weird sex that I'll never be able to return from. You know he controls peoples' minds?"
I said I knew he did, that he had controlled my mind, but he was taking me to a place I wanted to go to anyway. Being the big bodybuilder was my life's ambition and Eddie was going to get me there.
"But you don't understand Peter, he'll make you into a huge bodybuilder alright, but it's for his own ends, not yours. You'll be farmed out like some hooker to his clients and they'll do terrible sexual things to you, can't you see that? That's why I'm afraid."
This was a turn of events I hadn't envisaged and although I had some misgivings, I still trusted Eddie and I would ask him about it on my next visit. I was sure he'd have a reasonable explanation for Mike's outlandish allegations. The rest of the journey was uneventful. I dropped Mike off at the gym and said I'd see him tomorrow. It would be later than usual as Mike had his appointment with Eddie at 5. Little did I know that my next days training with Mike would be very different from any of the others...