The Coach's Formula, Part Eighteen: Tying Up Loose Ends
by Shade
Ryan regarded Nate like a man with Stockholm syndrome. Nate’s offer tempering the sting of his recent defeat.
“Go on, man,” urged Nate with a shit-eating grin, “I know you want her bad.”
Karly regarded Ryan with a look of pure lust, drinking him in. His recent battle with Nate had left him coursing with new muscle size and she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the most recent turn of events. Next to him Nate stood glowing with power. His muscles were smaller in size, but even more defined than Ryan’s, making him look like a character from a comic book come to life.
She reached a level of ecstasy right then she’d never felt before and she came again on the spot just thinking about the possibilities.
“Oh, baby…” she moaned, coming down from her orgasm.
Ryan decided to let his dick do the thinking for him. Karly crawled up on her hands and knees and Ryan knelt behind her, finding her freshly fucked pussy still dripping her cum and Nate’s. Those pink lips looked so inviting that Ryan slipped his dick into the moist hole, happy to take a place in her ass, and fulfilling the fantasy that he’d had since she’d blown him a couple weeks ago.
For a second Ryan forgot his surroundings once his cock was inside her. He thought about that tight, pink little hole stretched about his newly massive cock. He realized that he was harder than he had ever been. Ryan couldn’t wait. He came again right there, without any friction to ease himself along. Just firing round and round inside her. God he was so horny.
The feeling of him cumming inside her was like a machine gun of pleasure, firing rounds of ecstasy. In seconds she too was cumming around him. Her juices flowing like Niagara Falls and he wasn’t even stroking her! What the hell was the matter? She’d never felt like this. She need more.
For Karly’s part, she thought getting fucked by this man must be what it felt like getting fucked by a god. His cock touched every part of her soul. He was better even than David.
“Oh, fuck…” he groaned, needing this feeling.
“Shit!” she gasped, feeling incredibly full, even though his dick was smaller than Nate’s.
“Fuck me!” she hollered out, needing to feel Ryan move inside her.
And Ryan was only too happy to oblige. His balls readying for another round of cum.
She wanted him, no, needed him so badly. She needed him to touch her, to be inside her. She was shaking from the state of her arousal. Then he was stroking her, sliding himself in and out of her, fucking her.
She moaned, loving how good he felt inside her, moving in and out of her. He reached down to feel her large breasts, his hard cock gliding in and out of her slick cunt. She could feel another orgasm on its way again already as he began to fuck her a little harder, getting his rhythm. She began to moan loudly. He began to fuck her harder, ramming himself into her needy hole, and this sent her on the homestretch.
She was losing control again. Faster and faster he went, driving his manhood deep into her hungry pussy. Karly was cumming again. She couldn’t believe it. Her entire body tried to contain the electricity flowing through it. The walls of her pussy pulsated around his pistoning dick as she came and came and came. Finally it subsided and she was able to come down to earth again, still gasping for breath.
Ryan leaned over slightly to watch her tits bounce up and down underneath her as his obsession was released. He took all that pent up desire, all the fantasies of youth, and jammed his hard dick into this available woman as hard and as fast as he could. Her moans were high pitched, her face was clenched in pleasure.
Jesse and John came over with their dicks now hanging out and offered them up to Karly to suck on. Somehow Ryan realized this no longer bothered him.
Then after ten minutes it was over. He groaned, still thrusting, feeling his balls release another load. Ryan grabbed her shoulders and threw it in her for all he was worth, violently slamming his cock into her. Karly screamed cumming again. Ryan’s dick finally slid all the way into her pulsating vagina and he held it there.
His cock jerked and a huge wad of cum fired into her. He leaned down and she turned her head allowing his lips to find hers as the severity of their orgasms eased. Their lips smacked loudly as they kissed, the last of his semen drained into her. They were gasping for breath. He knelt on top of her for a few minutes, kissing her softly, smiling at her.
“Oh, my God,” Karly moaned, “I don’t think I can take anymore!”
“I hope you can baby,” Ryan told her menacingly, “Because I’m still hard.”
And it was true.
His cock was like warm steel to Karly. He didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t have anyways. Ryan just wasn’t himself right then. He had so many emotions. He pulled out of Karly, flipped her over and mounted her, his massive cock continuing it’s earlier pumping. And that was okay with Karly.
Ryan was totally locked into the ecstasy of fucking, when he felt someone take hold of his arms in an unbreakable grip.
“Have fun boys,” said Nate to Jesse and John, indicating Karly lying on the ground there.
Neither man was slow to take their turn on top of her.
Ryan knew he was within Nate’s power, but he fought back as hard as he could.
“It’s my turn,” said Nate, sneering, “A little quid pro quo for making me cum too soon earlier.”
Ryan, using the advantage of height, forced Nate off the ground and moved quickly to slam him into the concrete wall of the factory. Nate had not been prepared for this and he momentarily lost his grip. Ryan didn’t have much respite though, as Nate came after him like a charging bull, slamming them together, the super heavyweight against superman. They muscled each other around the open space behind the factory, knocking each other down, rolling in the dirt. Wrestling, grunting and punching. Each of these powerhouses threw a punch that could have easily dented steel. But each just continued to grow with his particular gifts. Ryan slapped hold after hold on Nate, but every time Nate easily muscled his way out.
Finally, Nate had had enough foreplay.
“Impressive, dude,” he praised Ryan, “But we gotta end this soon. We don’t have all night.”
Nate wrapped his forearm around Ryan’s thick neck, and ground his weight and strength into him. Ryan quickly found that Nate’s superior strength had him face down in the dirt.
“Fuck,” moaned Ryan, realizing what was about to happen.
“Exactly right,” Nate said near his ear, “You get the gold star for the day.”
Ryan’s struggles subsided as he gave in to the inevitable. So much fucking power in his body and he was dominated like he was nothing more than a child. But in the back of his mind he kinda like it a little.
“Yeah, that’s it,” groaned Nate, undoing the shorts that covered Ryan’s asshole.
When they were off he ran his fingers along Ryan’s sweaty back, then working his hand into Ryan’s ass crack, using Ryan’s own sweat to lube him.
Nate positioned himself over the prone figure underneath him and sank deeply into Ryan’s flesh. Passing the thick muscle of those firm, round glutes until he found the tender hole. Nate pushed into, the muscle offering no resistance to his superior strength. The muscle of the sphincter mechanically clamped around Nate’s thick, long shaft, and both men groaned in pleasure. Nate rode Ryan slowly, then picked up speed, until both men were issuing grunts and groans of lust. Ryan never knew that sex could be like this. Nate in turn had never fanaticized about dominating a man like Ryan. He was so much bigger and more powerful than the roided out muscle monsters he fought and fucked. Then Ryan surprisingly lifted them both off the ground and started doing push ups, with Nate still impaling him.
After a few minutes Nate was so excited he felt something give in his balls.
“Fuck yeah,” he roared, and unloaded inside of Ryan.
He felt obscenely filled as Nate’s warm juice filled him up. But Nate reached underneath him, still continuing to pump inside his lover’s ass, and grabbed hold of Ryan’s dick, giving it a few short strokes until Ryan too exploded like a cannon.
Nate finally slid himself out of Ryan, and rolled off him, getting up.
“Now about those cans,” he said.
* * *
That same Saturday, even later that night…
The lady surveyed the gentle rolling hills. The full moon illuminated the landscape bathing it in a cold glow.
She was aware of Captain Quinn standing next to her, sensing his massive presence, as he awaited his instructions.
Well, she figured, we may as well do what we came here to do. No regrets.
“Deploy your troops as we discussed, Captain,” she instructed him authoritatively, “We must assume that there has been massive exposure to the formula. We will begin sending scouts into the town first thing in the morning. I want to you and your troops to be ready whenever we locate any subject.”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Quinn in his powerful new baritone voice, grinning. He saluted her and walked away. This was his raison d’etre. And he was going to be damned if he didn’t enjoy it.
* * *
That next day, early in the morning…
“No fucking way,” Brandon snarled at Mark.
His arm stopped three inches from the table as a blast of strength ran through him. His protégé was not going to crush him so easily. At first he responded with all his power and nothing happened. But slowly Brandon muscled his arm back up.
Mark gritted his teeth then as they really began to get on with it.
Each man felt his arm swelling with size and power even as the contest truly began. The challenge of it made pure adrenaline run through their veins, which mixed with the remaining formula. The cans that Brandon had given Mark had increased his sense of power unimaginably. Mark hadn’t had nearly as many cans as Brandon had, but he had responded amazingly well to them. And now he planned to smash Brandon’s hand down onto the table.
The muscles of their naked bodies tensed.
Brandon wanted to show Mark just what real strength was. But soon he found himself pushing harder and harder just to keep Mark from pushing his hand down toward the desk. It wasn’t long before Brandon was pushing with all his force. Mark just smirked at him and didn’t seem to be struggling at all, he knew the cans had increased his strength immensely.
“What’s the matter?” Mark asked, “This older man’s muscle too much for you?”
“Fuck you,” growled Brandon, not willing to let his protégé get the better of him.
Mark’s steel grip got even tighter. Brandon thought for a minute he might give in to the pain. He’d never felt pain like that before. But something inside him wouldn’t let him. He liked the pain. The pain made him better, harder and stronger. He focused on using the pain to tap into his own strength, and then he squeezed Mark’s hand right back.
This time there was a grimace on Mark’s face. They both leaned forward across the table, noses almost touching. A box of the cans near them. A trickle of sweat ran down the side of Brandon’s face. But across from him Mark had sweat beading up on his upper lip and forehead.
“Those cans are gonna be mine,” breathed Brandon to his opponent.
“Not if I muscle your arm down first,” replied Mark calmly, though with visible effort.
Brandon knew he had needed help to defeat his adversaries. So he had introduced Mark to the cans earlier that night. But Mark’s reaction to them much better than could have been expected. Of the ten original boxes that he’d liberated from the Coach’s storage shed earlier the day before, he drank eight boxes and had given one box to Mark. But he may as well have given Mark a lot more, as Mark was showing some serious power. Maybe it was his age or the years of performance enhancers or some other genetic factor, but Brandon was having trouble staying ahead of Mark as he improved leaps and bounds from a session at the gym thirty minutes before, when they’d broken in so that Mark could get a good workout.
Now there was only one box left. And Brandon wanted it. Maybe he even needed it.
Brandon’s arm felt swollen and tight from the tension, but it had never felt so powerful. Even though he felt Mark was matching him, he felt like he could take on the world, take on anything. They leaned into each other so closely that their shoulders were now almost touching.
Brandon wanted to take everything Mark had. His face was now drenched with sweat, and it was dripping down onto the table. Mark’s sweat still only beaded on his upper lip and forehead, but a vein had popped out of his forehead near his temple. It looked to be throbbing.
Each man had no idea how long they were locked together. The contest went back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes one man had the advantage and then it would switch as the other found a hidden reserve of strength. By now both men were drenched in sweat, their faces and arms colored violently with strain. Muscles pumped. Brandon’s arm muscles were popping out like steel bowling balls. Neither man would quit. They were nose to nose now.
Each stared intensely into the other’s eyes.
Suddenly, with a burst of power Mark pushed down hard on Brandon’s arm, but Brandon was not that easy to pin.
He let out a howl of anger and frustration. Never had he been challenged like this in his whole life and he didn’t like it.
He pushed against the other man with all his might. And then it happened. A surge of power ran through him, from some untapped reserve of the formula. It roared up from somewhere deep inside. His strength increased exponentially. Like before the pressure of the other guy’s arm felt like nothing to him.
With ease he now held Mark’s arm back. Then Brandon smiled at him.
Mark felt it too, as if his strength had evaporated and realized he was defeated.
“I love you,” he told Brandon earnestly, as Brandon slammed his hand down on the table, cracking the wood in the process.
Brandon regarded Mark with astonishment for a moment.
“I love you too,” he replied, almost sheepishly, meaning it truthfully.
Wow, he thought to himself. He was surprising himself tonight in so many ways.
Brandon leaned back in his chair, pushing it partly away from the table so that someone could kneel in front of him. He spread his naked legs and stroked his massive cock. Mark took the hint and moved over to him, getting down on the floor, and taking Brandon in his mouth lustily. Mark savored his lover, but he was also excited by the fact that he’d almost dominated him too.
Brandon was keenly aware of that fact too as he watched Mark’s head bob up and down on his lap. All to aware. He reached over and popped the top of the first can from the remaining box. He finished all twenty-four before he came in Mark’s mouth.
He needed to keep his edge.
“C’mon, rematch?” he asked Mark, holding out his arm, “Let’s go lefty this time.”
* * *
The first light of dawn was rising as Ryan pointed out the storage shed to Nate. The lock was ajar and everything appeared just like Ryan had left it.
They had no reason to assume that the Coach has discovered anything in one afternoon.
Nate motioned to Jesse and John to wait outside as he walked into the shed. He tried to contain his excitement at finally getting something he wanted for a very long time. But when he walked inside the place, he saw that it was as bare as Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard.
It was totally cleaned out.
Outside Ryan, Jesse and John heard Nate’s wail as he spewed a raft of profanity in his frustration.
Hurrying inside the other three were stuck by how bare the place was.
“He must have moved them,” explained Ryan at a loss.
“You better hope so,” said Nate, “And you better hope we can find them again.”