Transition Into the Role 1: Blake

“You’re going to…and you want me to…what?”

Glen couldn’t believe it. His Manager had just come by his desk and asked to speak to him in one of the small meeting rooms. This was the talk Glen was waiting for. Rumors were that Kate was leaving for another role within the company and after 5 years, Glen was sure that Jesse was going to ask his to apply for Kate’s Project Manger’s job. But that’s not what happened.

“We’ve got about 300 accounts that Kevin screwed up. We need you to correct the Participant’s info ASAP without anyone knowing about it.” Jesse said checking over his notes again to make sure that he’s gotten the head count right.

“Why not have Kevin take care of it?”

“He’s going to be busy learning his new role from Kate. We’re tapping him to take her position on the team. Which is why we need this clean up kept quite. If it gets out that Kevin screwed up this many accounts, again, it’ll make the transition all the harder. People won’t have confidence in him.”

“Kevin’s getting Kate’s job? I was going to apply for that. When was it posted? And if Kevin’s screwed up again, should he really be considered for...”

“You see Glen. It’s talk like that, taking things personal that keeps you from being ready for the role. Here’s a list of the accounts. We need it taken care of by the end of the day. We know you can do this. You’re always our go-to man in these situations.”

“Uhhh, yea. OK.” Glen said flipping through the print out he’d just been handed. “I’ll work something up and get Tech to run it against the...”

“No, no, sorry. Can’t have Tech involved. If they learn Kevin did this it’ll hurt his standing with them.”

“But without Techs help….I’ll have to update these accounts manually.”

“Well….we can see if we can get you some help to take care of your normal deliverables. Thanks.”

And with that, Jesse was gone. Leaving Glen alone in the meeting room, his jaw drooping in such shock that it almost hit the table.

“Holy fucking shit.” Glen thought to himself as he walked back to his cubicle. “Cannot believe this. Twice as old as everyone else here. Three times the work experiences that anyone else and I’ve been with the company twice as long as everyone else on the team. Paying off a mortgage while most of his teammates, if not his bosses, were still living at home with their folks. See one college educated brat after another promoted over me by yet another college educated brat. Keep going for these interviews and after seeing the other candidates all I can think of is that old song fro Sesame Street. ‘One of these things is not like the others, three of these things are kind of the same….”

By the time Glen got back to his cubicle he, as always on Friday afternoon, found that that guy Blake was hanging out at Kevin’s cubicle. They had this ritual every Friday afternoon. God forbid they should get any work done after lunch on Friday. But that was Kevin’s hook. Become everyone’s in management’s best friend. That way when you screw up, they’re all there to back you up. With Blake he would compare where they would hang out on the weekend together, how long they were going to work out at the gym, hunting down woman and getting drunk. With Kate, yea that was no surprise that he’s get her job. They had all seen Kevin coming onto Kate, and her loving it. Poor woman was desperate for attention. Almost as bad as Blake and his need for justification for feeling like the alpha male of the team. And with Jesse, their Manager, there was talk the Kevin didn’t even smoke till he took up joining Jesse in his 4 or 5 cigarette breaks every day. Why work hard when you can create a clique to cocoon yourself into any job you want.

But Glen had to get all this work done. The company took care of the private information of hundreds of companies, including their employee’s person data, benefit info, pay rates…

“What has Kevin done?” Glen said starting to look over the info given him. “Well shit here you go. He formatted the file wrong. So it scrambled the info and placed the wrong info on the wrong accounts. This was going to be insane to correct. It was all random, no pattern…”

Hours later Glen had worked it all out. While he had told Jesse he’d need Tech’s help, he really didn’t. Glen knew more about the system than anyone could have believed. But it all came naturally. There was something about the way the info was stored, how it connected and was processed in the computers that was just organic to Glen, always had been. But that meant nothing to the company. They were only interesting in college degrees when it came to management. But that’s something Glen didn’t have. He’d been too busy supporting his family and earning a living to get anything more advanced than a college education. Which is why at 47 he found himself working for people who were freaking that that would be turning 30 in a few years.

It was still hours later when Glen had completed the job that corrected everyone’s information. The men were men again, the women were women, parents patents and their kid weren’t older than them. Jeez Kevin had screwed this up. Being as late and as tired as he was, Glen couldn’t help but think..

“What if this was all real? What it updating the employee info and letting the system report it caused the changes to take. Really would be….no it’s late and I’m tired”

Glen wasn’t half as tired then as he was by the end of the weekend. Home access had allowed him to continue to tweak the corrections he had made at the same time he kept working on this odd thesis. He’d gotten this idea in his head and would not let it go. What if the information placed in the system actually changed the person to match? The company’s own data system was under a lot of scrutiny due to all the rows of info they kept on the employees. Stuff like age, gender, height, even weight and with Glen’s skills it was easy to add new ones like hair patterns, fat content, muscle mass, sexual orientation, all the good stuff.

But how to make the change? Just entering the info wasn’t going to do it. After hours of searching Glen was able to find some Old World enchantments listed on the internet. Certainly the person who posted these thought it would be safe due to the fact that things like virgin’s blood and animal sacrifices were needed to make the spells work.

Glen reasoned though, if that was the words, that since it was all going to be taking place inside the ‘reality’ of the computer, then did he really need virgin’s blood for the spell? Did a chicken have to get its throat slashed for this to work?

What if… what if he did a basic update program, changing the current stats for a person to what he’d entered, let part of the update job be the spell and do a side join to a listing of the chemical make up of virgin’s blood and everything that made a chicken a chicken…would that work? All that info was available off the internet. He could even work the job so that it updated little by little. Increasing the numbers over a series of months, or days, days would be more fun.

Who to start with? Sure Kevin was the obvious choice but Glen wanted to make sure this worked before delving in too deeply.

“How about Blake? Blake thinks he’s hot shit. Well OK, Blake was hot shit in a just above average could be a god if he wanted to kind of way. Always showing off, why not give him more to show?” The guy worked out, had a great deep voice, light blonde hair and well, was just damn sweet. He was just so…..straight. And that name… Blake. He just seemed like a ‘Blake’. No other name would have fit the guy. So why not make Blake everything the name ‘Blake’ represented.

“OK. How about this? We up Blake’s hair color by a +75. Decrease the fat ratio down to 2%. Muscle mass increase by 35% with a weight gain needed to match. And while I’m playing around, let’s make Blake 100% gay and increase his dick size by 3”. We’ll be nice and leave the IQ level where it is. Yea, that’s work. Enough for everyone to see but not out of character for the guy. And give him a secret little something something to deal with. Well, maybe not little. And have it load over 5 nights. Which means by Friday, we should have a new Blake or I’ve wasted my time. ”

With a click of a button and a ‘Process subbed” notice given, Glen went to bed.

Monday Morning – Day One

Blake felt great when he woke up Monday morning. Which was strange since he was usually so hung over he missed the regular 9 o’clock in the morning meeting. But today he felt great. Hair looked good when he checked the mirror and he even thought he looked a bit ore pumped. Blake had been dealing with a vicious circle of hitting a training plateau which started making him work out less due to frustrations which meant he wasn’t showing results that quick… But today, the pecs were a bit rounder, and the arms a little fuller. His shirts were already just within company dress codes for tightness, but there was a small thrill that hit Blake when he pulled his shirt down that maybe, just maybe someone would notice how great he looked in the shirt. Maybe even be warned about wearing something that revealing to work. His nipples certainly were at full attention due to his excitement over how he looked this morning. With all the attention he was giving his pecs, Blake didn’t even notice how rounder his ass was till he hiked up his pants. These were fitting tight too, but looking just as good. Couldn’t wait for the girls to see him now. And Kevin. Blake took a moment to figure out why he was anxious for Kevin too see that his work outs were beginning to pay off again, but then Kev was a bud and understood the importance of looking good. Such a good bud that Blake was sure Kevin would let him out of the extra work they all had to do this week in order to get to the gym all the faster.

Tuesday Afternoon – Day Two

Blake found himself hating his time at work as the hours went on. Why he had spent so much time at work the day before he’d forgotten how much his physique had improved when he finally had a chance to check himself out that night. And now, after his latest workout, it was even better. Pecs even began to have a bit of a hang on them. Ass all the fuller and rounder. Things just seemed to be going great. Even his hair was looking better, lighter. Great highlights coming through. Some of the guys at the gym started talking to him, noticing the improvements. They were great guys, usually didn’t talk to the since Blake thought they were…you know. Then again, Blake thought, if anyone was going to appreciate the male form, they’d be the ones.

Wednesday Afternoon/Night – Day Three

Things went great for Blake on Wednesday, and the also sucked. Work was just hell. No one understood how much more important it was for him to show off than getting his work done. Wasn’t that why they had guys like Glen around, sitting off in his corner with that weird grin on his face. Not even Kevin could help him from being placed on an improvement plan. “What was up with Kev the last few days anyway” was all Blake could think about his former friend. Couldn’t Kev see how great he was looking? Probably jealous. Didn’t even like Blake hanging out at his desk as much as he was. Just felt like getting closer to Kevin than before. They had a lot in common, except that Blake was obviously better at working out than Kev. Maybe they could hang out that weekend, boy’s weekend out maybe. That would be cool, just the guys doing guy things. And Jesse came down on him for his clothes. Well shit, buying new clothes can be a blast sometimes. Those guys at the guy told him of a place in the city that catered to muscle guys like him. And that’s who Blake was now, a muscle guy. Not a computer guy who worked out, but a muscle guy who had a computer job.

Blake couldn’t believe he had never heard of this store before. Totally awesome selection. Blake was amazed how many of the employees came out of the woodwork just to help him. He sent the girls packing since only a guy could help him with guy clothes. And wasn’t he dressing for the guys too? Wait, Blake thought, no wait, was he dressing for guys? Nah, he was dressing to look good.

One of the guys, Cal, he was great to Blake. Really knew what he was talking about. Cal was a big boy too. Nice arms, great package. Completely knew where Blake was coming from and where he was headed. He found a pair of khakis that fit Blake perfectly. Just lose enough in the ass and crotch not to get him in trouble. His old work/dress pants were just too tight. His upper legs filled them out lie a sausage skin. Even heard a stitch or two snap when he sat down to be balled out by Jesse for slacking off. Along with a polo shirt or two, extra extra large so that nothing pumped showed through. But that’s when Cal’s expertise came into play.

He showed Blake a great tip for big guys who want to dress for show but can’t at work. Stretch microfiber tank tops and t-shirts. Stuff felt like silk in Blake’s hands but had the give of panty hose. Cal handed Blake a couple of black t-shirts and headed him back to the dressing area. He explained to Blake that while the polo’s he’d given him were XXLs, the t-shirts were Mediums for a reason. Cal unbuttoned the long sleeve shirt he was wearing and showed Blake the ultimate coolness of wearing a shirt that fit like a second skin.

Every muscle, every edge, every dip and mound was encases in the material. The definition was like nothing Blake had ever seen. And when Cal moved just right, the reflection off the shiny black cloth made it almost seem like the light was coming from under the fabric, from the very muscles themselves. It was something Blake had to see on himself then and there.

In a flash Blake had his shirt off and a sleeveless black stretch shirt out of the package. He’d had thought of getting something like this before but his build wasn’t at the point that could pull it off, but now. Shit, Blake thought, I’m looking bigger all the time. But why was Cal laughing? Oh, Blake saw, it was all the hair on his chest. Yea, that’s an idea, might be best to shave it off if it makes the muscles look even bigger, and the shirt even smoother on his body. Cal ran his hand up and down Blake’s chest, ruffling the hairs. His hand was warm but not too hot, and Blake could feel the calluses from the weights he must have used to get that body. A couple of times Cal’s fingers got caught under his pecs, giving his nipples la little flip when brushing the hair. Felt good. Blake had noticed how much bigger his nipples had gotten the last few days, but hadn’t really noticed how much more sensitive they were till Cal did that.

As Blake tried to pull the shirt down over his body, he couldn’t help but think how much he was like an old fat woman trying to pull a girdle over the bloated mounds of fat. Sick image, never really thought about how much cooler pecs were than tits. Cal mentioned something about knowing how to get it right before taking a hold of the shirt’s hem and giving it a yank down. In an instant Blake went from overly well built guy to muscle stud on the prowl. So tight, so stretchy. Just like Cal’s the light bounced and shone off of the black material. Yea, the hair would have to go though, it was ruining the total effect. Little bumps and indents in the fabric where it should be smooth, like of the edge of his pecs just before they fell over. But the color of the fabric really brought out the color of Blake head hair. Much lighter blonde than it had ever gotten in the summer. Only a few darker patches under the yellow gold he had now.

Blake was so entranced by his image in the mirror he hadn’t even noticed that Cal was still smoothing the fabric against his skin. Cal had a smile reflecting in the mirror that was almost as broad as Blake’s. Which surprised Blake that it didn’t go down any when he realized a man was caressing him. Hey, anyone wants to worship this body, it was OK with him, guy or gal. And it was in that same mirror that Blake saw Cal’s hand start to smooth the fabric from his cleavage, down the bunny trail and into the front on his pants.

A week ago Blake would have grabbed this guy’s arm by the wrist and ripped this guys arm off. Today, he grabbed the guy by his wrist and shoved his hands further down into his pants. The smiles on both men’s faces somehow even got bigger. With a move that could only come with practice, Cal shoved Blake further into the dressing room, flew the dressing room curtain closed, Blake sitting on the small dressing room seat and his pants down around his ankles. With a comment that they were going to his the underwear section before he left the store, Cal had his hand into Blake’s boxers and puling his cock out.

At this point, this was the first time that Blake had some worry about what was about to happen being kind of queer. He’s never let a guy touch him in his life every before and never thought he ever would. But there was something about this Cal guy, being as big as he is, being as manly. This guy wasn’t a queer queer, just a friendly fag who, and nothing wrong with that. The second Cal’s lips hit the head of Blake’s cock, nothing would ever cross his mind again questioning the legitimacy of getting his cock sucked by a guy. Any guy.

This was just incredible. The guy’s technique was so FAR superior to any of the hang he’s dated up till now. Their mouths were so small, lips thin. Cal was giving him a suck that most vacuum cleaners couldn’t match. His tongue had enough room to rub all around the dick, even caressing it at times. While Blake eyes were mainly looking at the ceiling, in his glimpse down, he couldn’t believe how much bigger his cock looked with a guy’s mouth wrapped around it. It looked so much longer than he’d remembered it looking. And thicker. Shouldn’t it maybe even look smaller than when the last girl gave him head, given that Cal’s…well head was so much bigger than a woman’s. Cal’s hair was nice, a good mop of brown curls. Blake reached forward to feel the hair only to forcibly gab Cal by the hair and start pulling him harder and deeper onto his cock. Cal certainly didn’t do anything to stop him, he picked up on the move all the more. It was only a couple of seconds longer till Blake shot his load down Cal’s throat. Talented guy. Didn’t let a drop fall out and hit the cloths scattered at their feet. But there was still a bit left on his lips when he went in for a kiss.

Thursday Morning – Day Four

It was a given that Blake call in on Thursday. Usually he would have called Kevin the night before to see if he could talk Kev into cutting work with him, but Kevin was far from Blake’s thoughts. He was having too much fun working out, trying on clothes and jagging off in the mirror to worry about work. The shocking part for his manager Jesse, and even to an extent Blake himself, was how early in the day he called in. Just before 7. Blake had given up drinking and hanging out in bars all night for no reason. Now he lived to work out and getting to the gym right when it opened was essential for the day.

Blake figured that early in the morning would be the best time to get out the razors and start cutting down the forest on his chest. He needed to get this chest smooth and clean. Not just because of the style of shirts he bought the night before, and he certainly bought a lot of them, he needed to get it smooth because he had to see his muscles in all their glory.

Luckily the shower was empty. Those few guys already in the gym, like the staff, were working ut or helping those working out. Blake figured he could get into the shower, shave it off and hit the floor for a full day ok pumping. Where some guys would work legs and back one day, arms and legs the next, Blake was going to work everything today. Not leaving the gym till everything had a going over.

After a couple of minutes under the water to get the hair nice a wet, Blake got out the soap and started rubbing I all over his chest. Already it looked bigger than it did the night before, removing the hair would be awesome. Sure, Blake at times liked to wear shirts that had a bit of chest hair popping out of the collar, but this would be a perfect trade off.

Carefully taking the razor in his slippery fingers, Blake started at his neck and started taking quick strokes down. He had hoped in doing long swatches of shaving, but the hair was too long and thick for that. So he had to settle for little by little. Quick swipes wash the hair away under the water, quick swipes. Every once in a while Blake would stop, look around and leave the shower area for one of the mirrors. Unbelievable the results. The lack of hair on his chest made it look HUGE. The skin was stretched tight against the muscles, almost like he had no body fat any longer. He could clearly see veins under the skin at the thinnest parts. And without anything to compare it too, the hair left on his head looked almost white now. Blake ran his hands thought his hair and noticed the bush in his armpits. Yea, that might as well go too. Finish up on his chest first.

Back in the showers, once he had cleared the pecs, Blake found he could get the hair on his abs much easier. While he didn’t have any trouble worth the massive flesh mounds that were not his chest, Blake almost nicked himself several times running the razor over the egg bread 8 pack he now carried. At first he wasn’t too sure how low he should shave. To the tan line? Nah, a little below. Well, why not smooth from neck to cock? Yea, that would be cool. Some of the panties that Cal helped him pick up were just at tight and just and smooth as the shirts, so logically, he’d need to get rid of the hair here to in order not to ruin the effect.

Taking his growing cock into his hand Blake was 100% more careful when he started running the razor across his cock than anywhere else he’d shaved that morning. But the curly hairs just fell away like wires. A few ore nicks than elsewhere but the little drops of blood would soon stop. It was when he was checking that Blake noticed the water wasn’t draining as quickly as before. Checking the drain, Blake found his shaved hairs were beginning to clog the drain, so he bent down to pick them out. His very hard cock bobbing between his bent legs.

“I was wondering who was in the showers this early in the morning.” Blake heard from behind him. He suddenly jumped up, turned around, realized he was just freshly shaved and at full mast, then turned his back again. It was Ed, one of the gym physical trainers. Blake had used him when he first joined the gym but this Ed gym wanted him to do things ‘correctly’ not the all out pump fest that Blake wanted. He was an older guy, rumor was he used to be a professional bodybuilder in the 80’s. Defiantly an old school kind of guy, but had some major Daddy vibes going for him. “You shaving down in here? Hey aren’t you that Blake guy?”

“Uh yea, hey, there Ed.”

“Hey. Man, you’re looking great. Almost didn’t recognize you.” Ed said getting closer all the time, the running water not seeming to be an issue with him.

“Yea thanks. Sort of a sudden growth spurt after a long plateau. Some guys suggested I shave off my hair to make my clothes fit better.”

“Some guys and for your clothes huh? Yea. Let’s have a look. Man you’re really turning into a real muscle dawg. Didn’t think you had it in you. Looking good guy. You want some help? Used to do my buddies when I was competing all the time.”

“Nahh, I was just going to do my chest. The pits and my dick were just an after thought.”

“What about your back? You want your clothes to give off the full effect. Let’s see” Ed said prompting Blake to turn around “Christ, no roid acne back here. This growth is all natural? Yea no too bad on top but the farther south the furrier you get. Here, hand me the razor, I’ll clean you up real quick.”

As close to without thinking as Blake has ever gotten, he handed the razor to the older man and did his best lat spread to show off his full back. Ed gave an appreciative sigh and went to work. The guy was a pro, Blake could tell. He could barely feel the razor touch his skin but he knew it was there. The strokes got shorter the lower he went till Ed was just above Blake’s ass. And he kept on going.

Blake didn’t even need to think about it, didn’t even need to warn Ed off. It was never a question that Ed was going to shave his ass too. Blake even took a couple of side step so that Ed wouldn’t have to work his was between his newly massive buns to shave out the stray hairs. `All the while Ed was giving Blake positive words of encouragement. Telling him how hard Blake was. How smooth the skin was now. How massive he’d grown and how great he now looked. Ed took one finger and slowly ran it up and down Blake’s ass, letting it brush against his hole with each pass. Then he stopped moving the finger up and down and slowly started inserting it into Blake’s hole. It was nothing he’d ever felt before, but like everything else he had been experiencing the last few days, Blake didn’t want it to stop. Ed got up to one knuckle, eased out then got into two. This went on till a second and third finger joined in and they all went in past Ed’s second knuckle. With each stroke Blake’s cock got harder and harder. He didn’t even have to touch it, but looking down Blake had to notice just how much bigger this action was making his cock. Gorged with blood it was almost purple when it exploded over the tiles facing them. Ed took a few more strokes, pulled his fingers out of Blake’s ass and gave it a hard slap that brought the blonde muscleman back to what was passing for reality in his world these days.

“Ain’t done shit like that in years, Thanks boy.”

“Uhhh, thank you” Blake said still in a little bit of shock but a lot of after sex comedown, where the blood that filled his dick was making it’s way back, slowly, into his head. “Might as well do my legs.”

“Trust me on this kid. Don’t do them now. You’re going out there to work out right? You have your legs now you’re going to get a million little cuts that will sting like crazy after you start sweating. Here’s what you do, after you work out, jump in the sauna. Sit in there for 15 minutes then do your legs. Take my word, the hair will just glide off.”

“Really, cool, thanks. I’ll do that.”

“See you out on the floor. Going to have a word about you to the boss. Now, now don’t get nervous, not about what we just done. Just want to see if we can comp your membership to the place to make sure you keep coming back. Hate to lose a piece of talent like you.”

That was really cool was all Blake could think. It made him want to work out all the more. It was like when he heard about all the celebrities who worked for awards shows getting thousands in free stuff. Those that can afford get it for free. And now, he was going to work out as much as he wanted, for as long as he wanted, for free. Which would make him only bigger.

It was the most intense day Blake had ever spent in the gym, but he barely felt anything from the grueling workout he put himself through. From one machine to the nest the amount of weights just kept going up. As did the number of people in the gym watching him. Once in a while one of the guys would make eye contacts, nod ‘Hello’ but they all knew he was there to work out. At the end of the day he had to do a pose for the mirror like he’d seen the big boys do all the time. Except now he was one of the big boys.

The arms were incredible, massive hang on them and like stone when pumped. Even a little mound on top of the mound he’d only seen in the bodybuilding mags. His lats flared out from behind, almost like wings in back of his pecs. Which were now so large and pumped that he couldn’t even see the bulge where his dick was in his shorts any longer. He lifted his shirt to check out the 8 pack. It was perfectly defined, round tennis balls under his skin with a navel in the middle. Not an ounce of fat to block the sight. He pulled up his shorts to check his legs out. Yea, he hadn’t really thought much about them, knowing how hard they are to build, but they were tree trunks now. Etched with muscles, so thick he’d have to start waling differently so he could step around the thighs that were rubbing up against each other. His shorts pulled up to give the full effect only made the fabric strain all the more to keep his big dick incased. Blake could even make out each of his balls though the cloth even though they were being held back by the jock he’d worn. Noticing for the first time that others were getting as involved with his posing as he was, Blake grabbed his work out towel and headed to the sauna.

Blake was relived to find the sauna was as empty as the shower had been. While he thrived on the workout he’d done that day, he needed the rest and the relaxation of the steam room for a while to collect is thoughts. It had been a great week. Like, everything he’d ever wanted came to him so easily. So much change but it was all change for the better. Change he couldn’t see living without now.

After a while he took out the razor and started in on his legs. Ed was right, the hair just disappeared when the razor just touched them. Blake had picked up a few tricks with that morning’s shave, and learned a few things from Ed, so this was easier than he’d ever thought it would be. Starting at the ankles he made his way up, over the calves and to his upper legs. Blake checked the small window in the sauna’s door to make sure no one was looking when he hiked his towel up to shave off the last remaining hair, the ones that grew next to his dick. With a few last strokes Blake was hairless from the neck down. He almost drifted off to sleep, not only from the effects of the workout, but from the relief of being free of all that hair.

Soon though, the sauna door opened and Luke, the gym’s main manager stuck his head in. “Oh hey, you are here. Mind if I join you?”

“Sure, come on in man.” Blake said sitting up a bit from is ultra relaxed position. To say that Luke was impressive was an understatement, but at the same time, Blake had always found him to be a nice guy. They hadn’t talked much before, but it was always pleasant. He had a deep soft voice like cigars dipped in rum. Much to Blake’s surprise and pleasure, the large black man entered the sauna with only a jock on. It’s whiteness standing out from the almost charcoal black skin that covered the 6’2” bodybuilder.

“Thought I’d get comfortable.” He said sitting next to Blake closer that Blake would have been comfortable less than three days ago. Blake adjusted the towel around his waist to make sure his growing hard on wasn’t as noticeable.

“I have to say man, I don’t know where this growth you’ve added came from, but you are looking fine.”

“Thanks. Means a lot coming from a guy like you. I’ve always wanted a build like this, guess I just got the right motivation to break through.”

“Break out, break through and break the scales my man. Don’t know if you know this, but not only did you draw a crowd today, there were dudes CALLING people to get over here to watch you.”

“No shit?” Blake said, surprised that he could see himself blush still though all the redness the heat in the room was giving him.

“No shit. You ah…you wouldn’t be happenen to be looking for a regular gig would you?”

“What do you mean?”

“What’s your employment like? You think you might consider working here as a trainer? Always got room for a prime candidate like yourself. You’ve already proved you can bring people in the door. You get a base salary along with a portion of all the fees for your sessions.”

“That sounds cool.”

“And you can work out when ever you like as much as you like. And Ed told me you might be interested in some… fringe benefits?”

“Like what?” Blake said trying to act innocent as he reached over and cupped Luke’s crotch. He grabbed the ribbed jock and gave it a good message or two before pulling it down so could wrap his lips around the huge purple head that sprang up. Blake was a quick learner and used what he liked from the blow job the guy at the store Cal gave him last night to use on Luke. Blake could see why Cal had perfected that tongue trick, letting it wrap around the cock on the way up. Like giving it an extra caress. While he’d learned quite a bit from his buddy the night before, it was still not only the first cock he’d ever taken down his throat, it was one of the biggest he’d ever hope to. Almost a thick as a soda can and long enough that when Blake took as much of it as he could, that giant head was past his tongue and down into his throat, with plenty left between his lips and Luke’s groin. Blake knew that Luke must have been working out today too. His cock tasted of sweat and piss, salty and acidic, but not bad. Like a man should smell during sex. Hoped he would smell as good by the end of this session.

Luke’s hands weren’t idle while he was being serviced. After stroking Blake’s almost white blonde hair, he let it roam up and down the newly created muscleman’s shoulders, arms, down his back and stopped when they could finger his ass. It was little stretch but Luke found it was worth it. At first Blake tensed up a bit, but let his finger in all the same. The sweat from Blake’s back trickled down giving Luke a little extra lube to work with. Just like Blake was lubing up Luke’s cock for the next step.

Lifting Blake’s head up off his dick, Luke pushed him back against the wooden planked wall of the steam room. The heat from the wall burned Blake a bit but he was too into the session to notice. Almost like he was hypnotized Blake spread his legs apart to let Luke get closer, and even lifted them up a bit so he could get a better hand hold as he hoisted Blake’s ass up in the air. Blake loosely wrapped his legs around Luke’s waist, more to give him support than to take his ass out of line for the fucking he was about to receive.

After making eye contact for a brief instant, Luke leaned in, getting the head of his cock all the way past Blake’s butt hole with one steady move. But while it tapered off after the rim, Luke cock ballooned out again all the way down to the base, and that’s the only place Luke was going to stop. So Blake gritted his teeth and took the first fucking on his life. Try as he might, Blake couldn’t help but give a groan with each push in. Never had he felt something that hurt this much as it did give him pleasure in his life. Maybe it was from the heat in the room, or the physical excess of his workout that day, or from having a 10 inch long 9 inch wide dick rammed up his half inch wide hole, but Blake felt himself drifting off, like in a dream state. Thoughts and feelings started flooding in where only fact and figures lived before. Blake let go of old worries and let the new life take over. The relief was incredible, to surrender to canal lust after being bottled up for so long, just trying to survive. All thanks to being impaled on a giant black man’s cock. Luke started picking up speed and with each thrust, Blake’s hear and shoulders started hitting the wall in back of him. Sweat flew off each man as they continued their convulsions. Almost animalistic in the grunts both men were now giving off.

“Dude, you’re not cherry are you?”

“Not for the last 5 minute I ain’t been.”

With that bit of news Luke went into hyper overdrive. Blake’s ass skidded back and forth across the seat as the sweat coated them from head to foot. His hair was flat against his head and when he tried to put a foot down, it slipped foreword, but that only impaled him all the more on Luke’s dick. It was the first time the guy Luke was fucking came at the same time he did. And it would not be the last time Blake came at the same time the guy fucking him did.

Friday Morning – Day Five

It would be known around the company in legend as the day the almost naked muscle freak showed up and had security escort him out. On the team it would be known as “Were you here the day Blake quit?” But it was a shock to see him for all involved.

Blake’s shirt was an incredibly lose gigantic pure white tank top. So lose that when he walked the straps almost feel off his wide shoulders. So lose that when he walked it swayed back and forth reveling every inch of his chest. Almost like wearing a shirt while still being topless at the same time. No one could see just how light white blonde his hair was now, it was tied up in a American flag bandana he’d swiped from some guy at the gym. It went well with the American flag spandex running shorts he wore under the way too cut off cut offs. Had he only been wearing the cut offs, his dick would not have had anything to hold it in. Had he only been wearing the shorts, everyone would have been able to see every vein and inch of his semi hard cock. It still had not gone down from the fuck sessions he had all night long with his new buddies at the gym. He had made almost $500 off of them alone. And he hadn’t even filled in his employee paperwork for Luke yet.

Kevin was as shocked as anyone could be. He’d been trying to contact Blake the last couple of days but hadn’t gotten a response from either his home phone or cell. Showing up like this, like some faggot stud almost seemed like a joke at first. Was Blake pulling everyone’s legs? He was acting odd the other day but this as just insanity. Was this a prank?

It only took about 5 minutes at Jesse’s desk for Blake to give his immediate notice. Jesse taking the attitude that if Blake hadn’t come in to quit, he would have been fired on the spot based on how he looked. Blake just laughed him off. He couldn’t believe he waited this long to life out this fantasy. He still found it hard to believe that he was going to quit this dead end job and just live to work out for the rest of his life. What could be better? He tried to explain all that had happened to Kevin, but the guy just looked freaked when he came over to his buddy’s cubicle. Kevin couldn’t look him in the eyes, even his mirrored sun glasses eyes, so he would look down, only to find he was fact to crotch, which was even more uncomfortable.

Blake was at least able to scribble down the name and location of his gym before security showed up to escort him off the property. Jesse explained that someone would pack up his desk and they’d mail any person items to him. Not that Blake cared, he was heading into his new life, didn’t need any of the shit from his old one. As a matter of fact, next on the agenda was to see if Cal at the clothes store would let him trade in the lame ass polo shirts and dress pants he just bought for more thongs and hoodies. Even if he couldn’t, maybe they could workout a trade of sorts in the dressing room again.

Friday Lunch Hour – Still Day 5

With everyone downstairs eating their lunch and talking abut what happened with and TOO Blake, Glen was free to kind of freak out about the whole deal. He’d never expected the guy to completely transform like that. Just the basic changes. Figured he’s come in, maybe come out and join the company’s gay alliance. Not go totally queer muscle freak on him. But by the time Glen was able to clam down some he realized, this was pretty cool. And he got away with it. The enchantments worked, the changes seemed permanent and nothing horrible happened. Shit, as a matter of fact, Blake looked DAMN happy with the new Blake, and there was one less person in the way to take the next promotion. Or was it not too late to maybe get the next promotion? But who to take out? The one getting the promotion or the one doing the promoting?

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