A God Created in Seven Days

Don walked with some effort to his usual bench along the edge of the beach. He slowly lowered his bulk onto the weathered wood and carefully set down the bag he carried with him. He rubbed his sweaty face with an already damp handkerchief and tired to catch his breath. His seventy extra pounds of fat and overall poor physical condition made walking the two blocks from the coffee shop feel like a marathon. Still breathing deeply through an open mouth, he removed his grande sized caramel latte and huge cinnamon bun from the bag. The image of his doctor’s disapproving face appeared briefly in his mind as he took the first bite of the pastry and gulp of the overly sweet coffee. Don was a diabetic and was supposedly on a strict diet to loose weight and control his sugar levels. He had already lost two toes from the disease. But he didn’t care; he knew his place in world. He had given up on himself.

Don looked around for a moment then rolled down the top of the bag to hold in the heat of the remaining coffee and snack inside. After taking another bite of the sticky bun and swig of his drink, Don looked around again. He wondered where Jose was, it wasn’t like him to be late. After all he was unemployed and homeless; he didn’t have a lot of demands on his time. Don knew if he didn’t have to work, he would be sitting on this bench every day of the week. But he had to settle for just weekend mornings. It was a Saturday morning almost 8 months ago that he first met Jose. Don sat down on this same bench to rest and enjoy the view when Jose approached him for some “spare” change. The two men started to talk and soon found they had many things in common. Both men were in their forties and both were leading lives that either had planned or wanted. The two men had an instant connection and the conversations came easy. Don noticed Jose was easily distracted whenever a handsome man walked along the beach in front of them. That was something else they had in common. So every Saturday morning at 10am, Don would bring coffee and snacks to their bench and the two would rate the man parading before them and discuss life.

Their bench was ideal for it also overlooked a lifeguard station about 30 yards away. It was the station where Marco usually worked. Marco was an extremely handsome lifeguard with an incredibly fit body. The two voyeurs spent many hours staring at the Mediterranean hunk sharing their erotic fantasies about him. Marco knew he was an exceptionally fine specimen of masculinity. He let his physically inferior coworkers keep an eye on the swimmers while he spent most of his shift flirting with men and women he deemed worthy of his time. At least once a day, he would coax a partner into the tiny, elevated lifeguard shack for a little afternoon delight.

Don saw Marco approach the shack with a bikini clad beauty in each arm. Marco was wearing his sheer white micro-bikini with a red cross and the word lifeguard printed on the overly stuffed pouch. Don looked around again for Jose. Don knew that was Jose’s favorite of all Marco’s bathing suits. Jose considered Marco a perfect ten, his ideal man. Marco did look amazing. The bright white suit matched his perfect teeth and contrasted against his dark olive, flawlessly smooth skin. The tight suit hung very low on his hips, just barely covering his ass crack. Even Don, who was more partial to the blue eyed, blond, massively muscular bodybuilder type; could appreciate Marco’s beauty. It was no wonder he was able to get two admirers for today’s quickie in the shack. Don watched Marco escort the two teen-aged girls up the wooden ramp of the guard station. His huge hands almost covered each the girl’s petite asses as he gently directed their progress. The women returned his attention by running their hands over Marco’s hard chest while taking turns kissing him. Don imagined he was the one caressing Marco’s muscles and kissing his soft lips.

Once the ménage-a-trios disappeared in to the tiny structure, Don broke his gaze away to search for Jose again. Where could he be? Don was getting worried now. But soon his attention was drawn back to the beach when an official looking jeep pulled up to the shack. The vehicle had yellow lights on top and the county seal on the door along with the words CountyCoordinator. The door opened and out stepped what could have been Marco’s twin brother, right down to the barely there bikini. Don’s mouth dropped open and he thought, “Jose’s not going to believe there are two of them.” The coordinator greeted the other lifeguard on duty, before walking to the ramp of the shack. He seemed to be experiencing some pain as he walked. As he reached the foot of the ramp, he stopped for a moment then turned to look directly at Don. He smiled and waved as to say hello. Don started to choke on his latte and looked behind him to see if someone was there. Don couldn’t understand why someone like that would bother to wave at him.

The hunk just chuckled and continued up the ramp. Before the coordinator got to the stand’s door, it quickly opened and the two girls hurried past him adjusting the tops of their bathing suits. Marco appeared at the door next adjusting his own suit trying to cover his somewhat swollen cock. Marco was talking quickly; Don assumed he was trying to explain the situation to his boss. With the two men side by side, Don realized that they weren’t exactly identical. The new comer was like a morphed version of Marco. He was a slightly taller, more muscular and better looking. The coordinator also filled out his bikini better, even with Marco in his is partially aroused condition. If Jose thought Marco was the perfect man, this new guy would be a god to him. The coordinator folded his arms over his powerful chest making his thick biceps appear larger and gave Marco a suspicious look. The shack was too far way for Don to hear what was being said, but Marco was making grand gestures as he spoke. Marco’s body language became more playful with each passing moment, as if he was flirting with the larger man. Soon both men where smiling and laughing; Marco continued to speak as he put his hands on the coordinator’s broad shoulders. The coordinator looked at Marco’s hands and let his own arms drop to his sides. He became uncomfortable and started to back away from Marco. The boss seemed afraid of Marco, as if he was the more powerful of the two. Marco moved forward getting even closer to his target. Marco put his hands back onto his boss’s arms; gently massaging his large, defined biceps. Then he ran his hands further down until their fingers were intertwined. Marco pulled the coordinator toward the door of the shack with a sly smile. The official seemed reluctant to enter the room with his subordinate and used his more powerful body to stop their progress. But that didn’t last. With a few more pleas from Marco, both men disappeared into the dark space and shut the door behind them.

Don sighed knowing he would never have a man like Marco beg him for attention, not the way he looked. “It doesn’t really matter,” Don mumbled as he brushed the crumbs away which accumulated on his bloated, pot belly. “If Jose was here, he’d tell me that’s the way things are supposed to be” he thought. Jose and Don had created a theory together over the past several months. They proposed that there was only so much true beauty in the universe and only a lucky few were chosen to possess it. The fact that they weren’t chosen to be beautiful meant someone else was, making them feel almost noble for their sacrifice. Everyone had their role to play in the universe’s grand scheme. Somehow the theory comforted the two friends; making their uneventful lives more bearable.

Don’s melancholy made him want to eat Jose’s food. Eating always made him feel better, momentarily anyway. But he was distracted when the door of the shack was torn open with a loud thud. The coordinator ran down the ramp toward the boardwalk passing a few feet in front of Don. The man seemed to be changing as he ran. He no longer looked as perfect as when he entered the shack with Marco. Somehow he looked more familiar to Don. Don looked back in the direction of the shack and saw Marco outside the doorway looking confused and frustrated. He was still wearing his bikini, but had to use both hands to cover his engorged cock. Don looked back in the direction of the coordinator and saw him disappear down an alley.

Don stood to better see where the boss man was going. Don picked up the bag with Jose’s food. He hesitated for a moment but then decided he would try to follow him to see where he was going. Don walked as quickly as he could, tracing the route of his quarry. He was surprised by the maze of storage sheds and small warehouses that stood behind the boardwalk’s storefronts. Don knew that many of them were rarely used or abandoned. Jose and his peers used them to sleep at night. He would stay until either the building’s owner or the cops would throw him out. Don searched for about ten minutes, but soon his curiosity was overtaken by his weak body. Tired and out of breath, he decided to give up his quest and return to the beach. Along the way back, he heard a faint voice, it sounded like Jose. Don had a difficult time locating the voice, but soon he found an open doorway that was blocked from view by a large dumpster.

Don entered the dimly lit space. The only light came from the open door and the dirty, opaque glass of one window. The room was filled with what looked like old video games that you would find in an arcade. Don followed Jose’s voice through the maze of machinery. Don had a hard time squeezing his large girth past the narrow spaces. He tried to push back the games to widen the path but wasn’t strong enough. He was too short to see over the machines and was becoming claustrophobic. Don’s anxiety finally ended when he came upon his friend in a small clearing near the back of the warehouse. Jose did not hear Don’s clumsy approach; his attention was solely on one machine. It was not a video game, it appeared much older. Don watched for a moment as Jose, who was wearing only a ill fitting bikini, was putting penny after penny into the machine. As fast as Jose put the coins in, they fell out of the return slot. Before returning the coin, the machine made a low “ding” noise and a small window lit up that had the words “transaction voided” printed on it. Jose was begging with the machine to give him one more chance between hysterical apologies. When Don stood directly behind his friend he called out his name. Jose turned to look at Don; his tear soaked face had a strange expression. Jose started to scream at Don to get out. Don didn’t know what to do. He had never seen Jose look so angry and desperate before. Maybe Jose was high on drugs. Don became frightened. He slowly put down the coffee bag and backed away, as you would when dealing with a vicious animal. Don turned and frantically made his way out of the storeroom, hitting his hips, legs and arms on the machines as he left. He didn’t stop moving until he reached the beach. After sitting a few moments on his bench, he walked back to his car. He thought it was best just to go home.

Don spent the rest of the day and night thinking about Jose. He couldn’t get the image of Jose’s tormented face out of his mind. That madman wasn’t the person who had become his friend. He decided he would try to talk to Jose again in the morning. The next day Don returned to the same building he last saw his friend. The door was closed this time, but not locked. Don entered and called for Jose. There was no reply. Don made his way to the clearing in the back. Jose was not there. But it was obvious he had been using the space as his home for some time. There was a makeshift bed on the floor and several tattered fitness magazines and food wrappers scattered about. At the foot of Jose’s bed was the machine that so enthralled him yesterday.

The antique machine seemed out of place among all the video games that surrounded it. Despite its age, the slim machine looked in mint condition. The six foot tall structure, made mostly of stained wood, glowed despite the room’s dim light. The top half of the front had three panels made of milk glass and mirror inlayed within the intricately craved oak framework. Letters of various sizes in an old fashioned font were carefully stenciled in black on the white glass. The most ornate and largest letters were in the top panel. It read Gentlemen Of Distinction. The first letter of each word highlighted in gold leaf. The middle panel contained the mirror with a whimsical painted border and the outline of a hand in the lower left corner. The border contained numerous phallic symbols incorporated into its design. The bottom panel was a narrow strip of glass divided into smaller two inch painted squares. Each square had a different phrase which described the stages of the machines function. That function was still unclear to Don. The square that read, “Transaction Voided” was still light from behind as it was yesterday. Don got closer to the machine and saw his reflection in the center panel. He let out a small sigh at the sight of himself, how he hated mirrors. Then he heard a soft “ding” and noticed the first square of the bottom panel was now lit. It read “Deposit Coin.” Below the bottom glass panel were two openings made of brass. One was a coin slot and coin return combination. In the middle of the machine was a round hole about two inches in diameter. The hole had a brass ring framing it along with two smaller round indentations, side by side, at the bottom of the ring.

Don picked-up one of the many pennies on the floor surrounding the machine and deposited it into the coin slot. The “Deposit Coin” square went dark, then there was another “ding.” The next square in the row lit up. It read “Begin Transaction” and the hand outline in the large center panel illuminated from behind. Don pressed his hand into the larger outline. The center of the mirror started to darken and then images started to appear through the glass. Don was startled. He didn’t realize they had two way mirrors back when this antique was built. Don focused on the images. They were nude photos of men; men of every race, age, and physical condition. The photos did not look dated, but contemporary. Don could feel the glass under his hand becoming warmer. The photos were changing very quickly. Don’s hand was getting warmer, the heat becoming uncomfortable. But he didn’t want to move his hand, he was enjoying the slide show too much. The warmth was spreading throughout his body. The photos kept changing, but the images were becoming more similar. Don’s breathing became rapid, sweat formed on his face. The images were only of white men now. Then only those with blue eyes, then just blue eyed blondes. Don’s hand felt like it was on fire, his cock started to twitch. Being a diabetic, his doctor told him he could become impotent. Don hadn’t been erect in months; it felt so good as his cock was coursing back to life. The physiques of the men were becoming more and more muscular. Don always fantasized about being a hugely muscular blonde hunk with an enormous dick and unbeatable strength, just like the men that were flashing before his eyes. Don’s cock was now achingly hard. Suddenly the mirror went dark again.

Don removed his hand not sure what had just happened. He reached down and rubbed his throbbing rod through his pants. There was another “ding” and the next square lit up. It read “Make Your Deposit.” Don didn’t understand, “deposit what” he thought. Something else started to appear in the mirror. This time not still photographs but moving images. Don couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What type of machine was this? The video was of DaveDraper, the first man Don had ever jerked off to while looking at a muscle magazine. The blonde hunk was on the beach doing a posing routine. Then MattMendenhall joined Dave posing on the beach. Don’s cock ached more. The camera then panned to the right and there was GaryStrydom posing next to Matt. Each man was in his prime. All looked exactly as they did in the magazines Don used to pleasure himself over and over again. Photos he still kept hidden away in his bedroom. Soon the beach was filled with all the golden men Don had worshipped over the years. Each man was completely nude and going through their posing routine. Don unzipped his pants and pulled out his four inch cock. He started to stroke his meat, having difficulty due to the roll of fat hanging over his groin. It felt so good to feel like a man again. He had forgotten what it was like to feel erotic pleasure. Don stared into the mirror watching his idols as he stroked himself. Then all the men stopped and turned to the crashing surf. From out of the deep a figure appeared. More and more of the man was exposed as he rose out of the water getting closer to the muscle hunks on the beach. But this was no ordinary man. Though he never got a clear view of the man’s face, he knew who he was. He was Don’s ultimate man, an accumulation of each of his idols’ best features rolled into one perfect male specimen. He was more than an elite athlete or fitness model, a super human, a flawless golden god of masculinity. The type of man Don fantasized of being.

As the god reached the beach the other lesser musclemen surrounded him. He was more handsome than Draper, younger than Mendenhall, more symmetrical than Strydom, more masculine than Francois, taller than Schlierkamp more cut than Maddron, more massive than Cutler, and better hung than Titus. The god started his own posing routine; all the other muscle men began to beat themselves off. Soon their strokes were in sync with Don’s own. Don began to thrust his hips, the tip of his penis getting closer to the round hole in the center of the machine. Suddenly his cock was sucked into the machine, the suction so powerful that Don couldn’t free himself. Don understood the kind of deposit the machine was asking from him. His soft, bloated stomach was smashed against the front of the machine. He was forced to stand on his toes as the machine pulled him in tighter. His position was becoming more and more painful. He titled his pelvis the best he could. The machine started to massage Don’s cock. His balls were forced into the brass indentations below the opening. He felt a tingling sensation in his nuts as they touched the metal. It felt like small electrical shocks. The tingling spread from his balls to the rest of his body. Don was near climax. The machine had him in a state of erotic euphoria he had never experienced before. He watched as his idols started to shoot their huge loads onto the god’s superior physique. His entire torso covered with muscle cum. Draper was the last to release his seed. Simultaneously, so did Don. The small amount his atrophied balls made was the first ejaculate he produced in months. The mirror went dark again. The machine’s stimulation stopped. Don’s cock was released. He fell back, shuffling away from the machine. His face dripping and his clothes damp from sweat. Don fell to his knees in exhaustion, his body sore and bruised. There was another “ding” from the machine and the “Transaction in Progress” square lit. Slowly the following words appeared within the mirror where the images had been.

“Over the next week, you will become the man you have always wanted to be. In exactly seven days you must return here to complete the transaction with another deposit. You are not permitted to make a deposit alone or with someone else until that time. If you do, the transaction will be voided and all changes withdrawn. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to become a true Gentleman Of Distinction.”

Don read the paragraph, mouthing the words as he went along. When he finished, there was another ding and the machine went dark. The mirror became a mirror once more. After several minutes of recovery, Don stumbled to his feet. He zipped up his pants and adjusted his clothes the best he could. He went over to the machine to investigate, trying to understand what had happened. Nothing seemed strange until he looked in the back and saw the machine wasn’t plugged in. Don became frightened. What was this thing and what did it do to him. He decided to leave right away and not wait for Jose, making sure to take the sandwich he had brought with him as a peace offering. Food always made everything better. He walked out of the building not sure of what to do next. Maybe it was just dream. Maybe somehow he ingested some of Jose’s drugs while in the building. “That’s it, a drug induced hallucination,” he said out loud. “I but it was marijuana fumes, cocaine, or that ecstasy stuff they always talk about in the cop shows. When I see Jose next week, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.”

Don got home and enjoyed Jose’s sandwich in front of the television. He spent the rest of the night eating junk food trying to forget what had happened to him earlier. By 9pm he was getting tired. He went to the bathroom to relieve his full bladder. As he touched his ball sack he felt a slight electrical jolt shoot through his body and the image of the god on the beach flashed in his mind. The moment of erotic pleasure quickly passed. Don was slightly disoriented; he ran his hands over his face trying to steady himself. He went to the sink to splash some cool water on his face. He laughed as he saw he had spread orange cheese puff dust all over himself from his stained hands. Even his shirt had a cheese coating from the snack fall out. He took off his shirt and washed his face and hands. As he dried his face he saw the reflection of a fat, old man in the mirror. How did he become this pathetic creature? His body covered in a thick layer of soft fat, large rolls of saggy skin hung over the waist band of his worn boxers. His pasty skin dotted with tufts of dark course hair and moles. His tired face made him look years older than he was. His eyes were surrounded by dark, deep wrinkles. Loose jowls pulled his face down. The long hair in his ears, nostrils and untamed eyebrows seemed to be compensating for his mostly bald head. Don was getting more and more depressed as he continued to scan his reflection. He took a deep breath and said, “It doesn’t matter anyway, this is what I’m supposed to be.” trying to convince himself. He knew his place in the world and didn’t like it. He crawled into his unmade bed and soon fell asleep.


Monday – Day 1

Don woke up two minutes before his alarm was scheduled to go off as usual. He sat on the edge of bed waiting for the clock to change to 7am. He felt some unusual pressure between his legs and adjusted his normally loose boxers. But he couldn’t get comfortable so he stood up and shook his right leg like a dog. He walked into the bathroom to take his morning leak. As he grabbed his penis, it felt different; thicker, longer. He went to the sink, being only 5’ 5,” the counter came up to his waist. He took a few steps back to see his crotch. He lowered his underwear and held up his spare tire to reveal his cock. It looked different too, strange. His cock was at least twice its regular size. His balls were much larger too. It was as if his package was swollen. But it didn’t look bad, in fact his equipment looked great, even perfect. All the things he hated about his manhood were gone. The skin was now smooth and tan, like that of a much younger man. His balls no longer sagged low in a wrinkled skin sack, but were held high and up away from his from body in a taut pouch. And both balls were now the same large size achieving perfect symmetry. His cock hung straight down, no longer twisting to the right. He ran his hands over his cock following the thick vein that ran the length of his impressive shaft. Don thought, this is the only part of my body without a layer of fat. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive tip noticing he was uncut. He thought that was strange. He always remembered being circumcised, which was the norm for boys born in the early sixties. He then cupped his huge balls feeling the short, silky blonde hair coating his huge sack. He didn’t feel any pain, only pleasure and pride. The more he looked at his package, the less concerned he became. “Everything feels okay. I’ll wait until tomorrow before deciding to see a doctor or not.” With one last grope of his prized appendage he started his normal morning routine to get ready for work. He took a little more time washing, enjoying the way his meat felt in his soapy hands. After his shower, he went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. “Where did these come from? I always wear boxers” Don said to himself. But after a second or two he remembered he couldn’t wear boxers, he needed the extra support the briefs offered. As Don adjusted himself in his underwear, a trophy on top of the dresser got his attention. It was an adult entertainment award. He picked it up and read the inscription; “Best Male Performance in a Supporting Role 1983.” Don stared at the trophy trying to recall where it came from. After a moment, he remembered that he did an adult movie while in college to earn some extra money. The more he stared at the trophy the more he remembered about the film. He set the trophy down and continued to get dressed.

Don drove more aggressively to work than his norm. He walked with a little more confidence on his way to his cubicle, making eye contact with everyone he passed. He usually avoided eye contact, but today he felt better, stronger. When he got to his cubby, he noticed a colleague sitting in his space. After exchanging an awkward greeting, Don remembered that wasn’t his cubicle. His was the biggest cubicle at the end of the row, the supervisor’s position. After settling in, Don attended the usual Monday morning meeting with the department heads. Don surprised himself with how comfortable he was in the company of his coworkers. Normally he sat in the back and never spoke unless asked a specific question. But now he volunteered information and challenged anyone who disagreed with his point of view. The day went by quickly and Don found himself in front of the TV eating his usual Hungry Man frozen dinner. Several more hours passed. Don’s hand seemed to find itself holding onto his dick as he watched television. Throughout the day Don was constantly rubbing and pulling at his crotch. Holding onto his package made him feel content and proud. His large endowment was his little secret that made him feel superior to the other men around him. By ten o’clockDon was having difficulty keeping his eyes open. He stumbled to his bed removing all his clothes as he walked. Tonight he would sleep in the nude to give his source of masculine pride total freedom.


Tuesday – Day 2

Don woke up at 6:58 in the morning as usual. He stretched his body after looking at the clock. His body felt different. He was lighter and less achy. He ran his hands over his torso and immediately sat up. He pulled his sheet off him and gasped. He walked quickly to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. He didn’t recognize his own reflection. He was thin. No, he was skinny. He could actually see all his rib bones through his pale skin. He didn’t have a single ounce of fat on his frail body. He had never been skinny before, even as a child he was chubby. His face was basically the same only thinner and he had only one chin now. His remaining hair was neatly cut and his eyebrows trimmed. The tufts of course hair peering out of his ears and nose were gone. He looked like a man who took some pride in his appearance. He ran his hands over his small frame until he hit his crotch. With his bloated belly gone, he could now see his package just by looking down. The huge amount of meat stuck out from his body obscenely. Don took a step back to check his lower body in the mirror. His cock and balls still didn’t seem to belong on his body; it was much too big, too tan, and too young for him. He massaged his jewels noticing for the first time how heavy they were. It looked like his equipment was transplanted from another man, a perfect man. A man like he saw in that strange arcade machine two days ago. The more he explored his package the more aroused he became. The more aroused, the better he felt. Then he became light headed and grabbed on to the sink for support. His monstrous cock demanded so much blood; his 100 pound frame could barely supply it. Don stumbled to his bed holding onto his engorged rod. He continued to stroke his pole. He couldn’t stop himself, it felt so big and powerful. Don’s thoughts went to the machine again and what happened two days ago. Maybe it wasn’t a hallucination. He then recalled the words it displayed. It was the machine that was changing him. He was becoming a Gentlemen Of Distinction, whatever that was. He couldn’t masturbate or he would loose everything. Don released his grip on his meat and tried to clear his mind of any erotic thoughts. He started to do times tables in his head. Math was always his best subject in school. That’s why he became an accountant. His cock started to deflate and his heart beat slowed. Don laughed at himself. He must be insane to think a machine was doing this to him.

Don took his focus off his cock and looked past his crotch to his feet for the first time. He had all his toes. Didn’t he loose a couple of toes to Diabetes? He looked at the tips of his fingers where he would check his sugar levels several times a day. He couldn’t find any pin holes. In fact his fingers weren’t even sore. Maybe he wasn’t diabetic after all? He was becoming confused. His life was a jumble in his mind. He wasn’t sure of whom he was anymore. Maybe he was actually being changed by the machine, some how, some way. He walked out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. The swinging motion of his huge appendage caused him to become aroused again. He stopped walking, closed his eyes and did some times tables in his head again. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked around his apartment. It had changed too. It was cleaner and brighter. It appeared this version of Don took care of his home as much as his body. Don took smaller steps as he entered the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and didn’t find any insulin in the door shelf. In fact the refrigerator was full of fruit and vegetables. Don opened the freezer door. All his frozen dinners had been replaced with chicken breasts and fish filets. “Now I know why I’m so thin. In this life I eat healthy. My doctor would be so happy. If I needed a doctor,” Don remarked out loud. Don made himself a fruit smoothie, astonished he knew how to do it. He couldn’t believe how good it tasted and it completely satisfied his hunger. He went to take a shower, but felt he had to do something first. He went back into his bedroom and saw a stationary bike. He was drawn to it; he had a real need to get on it. His subconscious took over. He pulled out a jock from his dresser drawer and pair of gym shorts. It was as if the clothing had always been there, but it hadn’t, right? He did a challenging 20 minute workout on the bike. Don felt great after his exercise routine. He showered and went to get dressed. This time he found three adult movie awards on his dresser. He quickly remembered he had made seven soft porn movies during his college days. He also found as many jocks as briefs in his underwear drawer. He slipped a tight jock on, the soft material holding his huge equipment securely to his body. Something about the tightness of the jock was comforting to Don. He then pulled on a pair of underwear over the jock. He smiled when he saw the 28 waist on his suit pants. The pants were tailored with extra material in the crotch to minimize the appearance of a bulge between his legs. All his clothes had been modified to fit his new body. But even his custom clothing couldn’t completely conceal the huge lump of flesh at his crotch. Don buttoned his jacket to cover the bulge.

Don left his apartment, as he was walking down the long hall an attractive man around ten years his junior was walking toward him. He was wearing shorts and a tank top, and appeared as if he had just come from a run. He looked at him and smiled, “You promised to call me last week and never did, big boy.” Don stopped in his tracks as the taller man came closer, Don mumbled “sorry.” The fit man walked up to Don and put his index finger on Don’s lips, “Words are cheap I want to see some action.” The man leaned into Don and bent his knee slightly pushing his thigh into Don’s crotch. “Come over to my place tonight and make it up to me.” The man rubbed his entire hard body against Don as he continued on his way pass Don. Don turned to see him enter an apartment a few doors down from his own. Don couldn’t believe what had just happened. Since when did men come on to him like that? It was as if his whole world had changed to accommodate his improved physical appearance. He knew things were different than before, but somehow it felt as if they were how they should be. It was as if he was living in two alternate realities, parallel universes; one belonging to the old fat, stubby Don and one of the new skinny, well-hung Don.

When he arrived at work Don found his name on the door of the department manager’s office. He spent the entire day answering phone calls and attending meetings. He noticed people were friendlier toward him. And he was much more outgoing too. Don concentrated on work trying to ignore the heavy weight between his legs. But every move he made, especially when seated, reminded him of its presence. By the end of the day, he noticed he was leaning back slightly when he walked, like a pregnant woman. He was trying to counter balance the heavy weight of his package. Once home, Don quickly undressed freeing his manhood from the confines of the jock. He massaged his balls, they felt so good in his hand. Once again, he felt his cock start to swell. He concentrated on multiplication tables again. He put on a pair of gym shorts with a liner and an XS tank top. When he looked in the mirror, he thought about the man from the hall this morning. How he wanted to go to his apartment right now, but knew if he did he would lose everything. He went to the kitchen and made dinner; a salad and marinated chicken breast. Don was surprised he even knew how to cook. The flavor of the food exploded in his mouth. Everything was so delicious. After doing the dishes, he sat down to watch TV. He tried to concentrate on the programs but images of his perfect cock kept creeping into his mind. He decided some wine would help him relax. Before he knew it, an empty wine bottle sat on the coffee table in front of him. Don never made it to his bed that night. He passed out on the couch before the ten o’clock news.


Wednesday – Day 3

Don opened his eyes slowly, enjoying the warmth of his large bed. He didn’t remember making it to the bedroom last night. He did remember some wine but that was about it. He sat up in bed expecting a dull headache of a hangover, but his head was clear. Clear as he could be when he first woke up. He pulled the sheets off his body to see if there were any changes. He was still thin and his cock was still as perfect as ever. Accept it looked smaller; still very impressive, just not obscenely huge. Don checked the time on the clock by his night stand. The clock was different, he looked around the room; in fact the entire room was different. Panic set in for a moment as he didn’t know where he was. Then he remembered it was his bedroom. Wasn’t it? He got out of bed and noticed everything appeared smaller to him, even the ceiling seemed lower. He walked through a dressing area that led to his master bathroom. He some how knew the layout of this place. As he approached the sink, he noticed how low it was. The counter hit him mid thigh; he was used to bathroom vanities being higher than his belly button. The toilet was much lower too. Don soon realized everything wasn’t smaller or shorter, but he was taller. He went to the doorway and stood against the jam. There was only a few inches between the top of his head and the top of the opening. He estimated he was about 6’ 5.” That meant he had grown almost a foot over night. Wait, he had been this tall since his junior year in high school. “Right?,” Don asked himself looking back into the mirror. He rubbed his head trying to keep his thoughts straight.

He walked back into the bedroom before heading to the kitchen. He surveyed his home thinking how beautiful everything was. The ultra modern décor seem to fit perfectly in his high rise condominium. After finishing his breakfast of shredded wheat cereal, juice and fruit; he went back to the bedroom to get into his running clothes. He went to the den he used as a workout room. He pulled out a top of the line treadmill from a custom made armoire. He got on the machine. His stride was very comfortable to him, despite the constantly jostling of his cock. Soon he was in a good rhythm. He faintly remembered being on the cross-country team in school. With his blood pumping from the workout, he could feel a stirring in his shorts. He concentrated on his workout even more, pushing himself harder trying to exhaust his body. He ran hard for an hour before his legs failed. He gasped for air as he stretched out his long limbs before returning to the bathroom to shower and shave.

Once he dried his lanky body, he dressed finding beautiful Italian made suits, custom tailored for his 32 inch waist and 40 inch inseam. He arrived at work in his late model BMW. As he walked to his office, everyone he passed made an effort to acknowledge him with a smile or “good morning” many ending the greeting with “sir.” Don found himself walking to the vice president of accounting’s office. He was caught off guard for a moment when a secretary greeted him with a cup of coffee just the way he liked it and a smile. As he entered the stylish room, he noticed he name of the door. This was his office, this was his life.

Don spent most of the day in meetings. Everyone seemed to accept him in his role and he was knowledgeable about the subject matter as if he had the job for years. He spent the evening at a cocktail party with some clients. Everyone that approached Don ran their eyes over his long, lean physique, stopping momentarily on the ever present bulge at his crotch. Even the fine material of his expensive suits, puckered slightly as it tried to cover his impressive endowment. All the party guests were very cordial and one or two a little flirtatious. Several of the women made an effort to get his attention. Don just kept thinking how short everyone else was compared to him. Don was the last one to leave the party. He thought it would be better to be in public than go home. He knew if he was alone he would be tempted to jerk off. When he finally got home past midnight, he went right to bed. But he couldn’t fall asleep; his hand kept going to his cock. It felt so good to touch and it responded very quickly. His larger body had no trouble accommodating the blood demands of his king sized tool. Don couldn’t take it anymore, he got out of bed and put on a pair of gym shorts arranging his hard cock into the most comfortable position possible. He went back into the workout room and started running, doing time tables through his mind over and over again. After almost two hour he was exhausted. He collapsed into bed still dressed in his sweaty clothes and fell asleep quickly.


Thursday-Day 4

Don awoke in a small cluttered room. He looked around for a moment before checking out his body. His cock was at full attention. Don couldn’t remember the last time he had morning wood. Everything looked the same, perhaps his skin looked different somehow. He yawned as he stretched out his long body. He felt great and totally refreshed with none of his usual body aches and pains. He put his hands over his face wiping the sleep from his eyes. He vigorously ran his fingers through his thick hair trying to stimulate his brain instead of his cock. “Wait, I have hair,” Don said as he got out of bed and went to the mirror over the steel and laminate dresser across the room. Don stared for a moment at the image. It was him, only younger, much younger. He looked about twenty years old. His skin was taut, moist and supple. His head was covered with the thick, dark and kinky hair of his youth. But all his body hair was gone, just a few wisps of dark hair under his arms and the same patch of fine, silky blond hair covering his balls. Don couldn’t believe how light and energetic he felt. His cock was getting even harder now, sticking straight up against his flat stomach. “Damn, I’ve forgotten what it is like to be a horny kid” Don said as he turned away from the mirror. He looked around the sparsely decorated room; he saw a stack of text books on the institutional looking desk opposite the matching dresser. “This is my dorm room. I’m back at college,” Don said out loud, “I mean I’m in college.” Don sat on the edge of his bed, “Hell, I don’t know what I mean anymore.”

To take his mind of his cock, Don read a chapter in a text book. Once soft, he put on a robe and went to the communal bathroom to take a shower. No one paid him any attention. “At least I’m not the short, fat kid everyone picks on this time,” Don thought as he entered the showers. Seeing the other young, firm bodies in various states of undress was causing him to get hard again. He closed his eyes and ran through his times tables again. He quickly showered and returned to his room. He dressed, pulling on a pair of faded jeans over his tight boxer briefs. The well-worn pants seem to mold to his body, hugging his package snuggly showcasing its impressive size. The stiffer denim material didn’t hide his equipment as well as is wool suits. He threw on a t-shirt to cover his long, lean torso. The bottom of the shirt barely met the waist band of his jeans. He pulled it down trying to cover his crotch bulge, but the material just crept back up to it original position. That old trick won’t work if he got a woody while in class. Don took a deep breath and thought. He grabbed his book bag and held it in front of him, “This will have to do.” He left the dorm and walked onto the campus. Everyone he passed smiled and said hello calling him by various nicknames: Slim, Stilts, Daddy Long Legs. Don thought these names were better than what he was called the first time he went to school. Luckily for him, Thursdays had a heavy class load. Don went from class to class trying to stay focused on the material. Whenever his mind wondered he could feel his cock start to expand. And with a cock the size of his, even his books couldn’t camouflage it.

Lunch time finally arrived and Don was starving. He got his tray of questionable cafeteria food and looked for an empty seat. He walked by what he perceived as the jock’s table; the loud group of muscular boys paid him no attention as he passed. He found an empty table nearby and set his tray down. As he stood to remove his backpack he saw one of the jocks staring at him, or more precisely staring at his crotch. The handsome athlete finally raised his eyes to meet Don’s and gave him a wink and a sly smile before turning his attention to his table’s conversation. Don sat down quickly as the blood raced to his third leg. He put his head down and started to eat his food. Soon other students joined him at the table. They all seemed to know Don and after a second or two, Don realized he knew them too. The people at his table were definitely not jocks, but the geek and nerd crowd. But Don seemed to be their leader, he was the head geek.

Don decided to spend the night in the library writing an economics paper. It wasn’t due for another week, but he thought it best to be in public instead alone in his room. As he sat at a small table, throughout the night people sat down next to him to talk. Most of the visitors just wanted to say hello, but some wanted more. Don felt several hands on his thighs under the table. Even geeks have sex drives Don thought. Don politely turned down every invitation saying he had to get his report done tonight. One girl offered him some speed to help him stay awake. Don joked that wasn’t his problem and said he was more in need of sleep. Later the same girl returned with a bag from the school store. Inside was a box of sleeping pills. Don thanked her and she leaned into him and put her hand on his crotch and whispered, “you can thank me another night, H.D. I know another way to get a man to fall asleep.” Don smiled and pushed her hand away as he asked what HD meant since that was a nickname he hadn’t heard before. The girl said matter-of-factly, “hot dog.” She saw the confused look on Don’s face. “You know for that twelve inch tube steak you’re packing.” Don was shocked, when did women become so sexually aggressive. The girl stood and walked away looking back once to make sure Don was watching her leave. After the girl left the building, Don ripped open the bag and swallowed twice the recommended dose. After another hour he felt himself unable to keep his eyes open. He walked back to the dorm and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.


Friday – Day 5

Don opened his eyes and saw the clock on the night stand. He sat up with a quick jerk, “Shit, I’m late for work, I mean class” he said out loud. Then he remembered it was Friday, “I don’t think I have any classes on Friday.” Don fell back onto his bed with a sigh of relief. His right hand found its way to his hard cock. He moved his large hand down the thick shaft until he was able to cup his balls. A sharp pain ran through his body causing he muscles to tense. He experienced a new rush of power as his muscles flexed. “What the fuck?,” he thought as he threw off his blanket. A smile came over his face as he saw his body. Large, defined muscles now covered his lean frame. Don went to the mirror hanging over his dresser to get a better look. He had the physique of a jock. He flexed his muscles, enjoying how the rolled and bunched under his tight, smooth skin. Finally looking at his face, he was disappointed that it hadn’t changed along with his body. He was still plain with droopy eyes, a large misshapen nose, and a weak chin. The coarse, dark hair on his head still did not match his golden pubic hair. But it was the color of his balls that caught his attention; they looked as if they were bruised. He squeezed his huge nut sack again and felt a jolt of pain again. Don had heard the expression blue balls before, but didn’t know it could actually happen. Don knew a way to relieve the pain and he wanted to jerk off so badly. He could imagine the euphoria of cumming with a body like this. His cock started to ache more. He went back to his bed, closing his eyes trying to recall his time tables. But he was struggling to remember. Math was always his best subject in school, why was he having such difficulty.

He opened his eyes and looked around his latest sleeping quarters. This wasn’t a dorm. It looked more like a regular bedroom than an institutional cell. The antique bureau in the corner was covered with trophies. He went to the bureau and saw high school trophies for soccer, wrestling, baseball, and football. And there was a large trophy for last year’s college football divisional championship in the center. On his desk was an encased football covered with autographs. Staring at the ball, he remembered it was signed by all the members of his team. He was picked as the MVP last year. Next to the football were playbooks. He was the team’s quarterback. Under the playbooks were his school books, not accounting text books, but marketing. He was a marketing major? Being a gifted athlete, he didn’t have to study hard in high school. Nobody expected him to excel in academics as well as athletics. Without that pressure, he never pursued mathematics, so accounting didn’t make sense anymore. That’s why he couldn’t remember his time tables.

Don heard voices outside the window and saw other jocks tossing a football around the front lawn. Don remembered this was his frat house. He was in the jock fraternity, the alpha betas. The men saw him looking out his window and motioned for him to join them as the screamed his nickname, “Bagger.” Don waved back with a broad smile. He pulled on a pair of baggy shorts; the elastic waist was loose around his sculpted waist. The oversized shorts hung low on his hips exposing the upper portion of his flat pelvis. The shorts were held up by his large, round, powerful ass more than the waist band. He tired to flatten the thin nylon fabric over his crotch, but the outline of his overly abundant manhood couldn’t be concealed. He searched for the least smelly shirt from the clothes strewn about the floor. As he caught his reflection in the mirror he decided he didn’t need to wear a shirt anymore, not with a body like his. He left his room, ran down the stairs and jumped off the porch catching the ball in mid air thrown to him by one of his frat brothers. He couldn’t believe how strong he felt as he played against the other men. His throwing arm was powerful and deadly accurate. After tossing around the ball for a short time, the guys headed to the field for the team’s afternoon practice and workout. Again, Don was amazed by his brilliance on the field and how easy it was for him. After practice, the guys hit the gym. Don was the star attraction in the weight room too. He easily out lifted every other man on the team; even the linemen, who outweighed him by almost fifty pounds, couldn’t best him in the bench press. Don couldn’t help but notice that he was the best built guy on the team. He kept running his calloused hands over his pumped-up arms, pecs, abs and quads relishing the power they gave him. He spent most of the time in a semi-hard state that afternoon. But he didn’t care; he enjoyed intimidating the other jocks with his unsurpassed strength and physique. After the workout, the team headed to the showers. Don kept himself covered with a towel, conscious of his blond pubic hairs. He didn’t want the team to think he bleached his bush. As he entered the common shower area he tried to keep his back to the other men. He noticed that one team mate was constantly looking at him, checking out his buff body. It was Brock, the running back and easily the most handsome guy on the team.

Don had hoped that all that exercise would wear him out, but it just seemed to engergize him. His athletic conditioning, peak physical shape, and youth gave him unbelievable stamina. After he finished his shower he decided to sit in the sauna to help him relax. To his surprise, Brock soon joined him. They talked about the team and the upcoming game. Then after a few minutes of silence, Brock moved closer to Don. Without saying a word, Brock started to caress Don’s thigh under the towel he wore around his waist. Brock just stared into Don’s eyes as his hand went higher up his thigh until he reached Don’s growing cock. Don loved the feel of Brock’s strong hand on his body, but knew he couldn’t allow this to go any further no matter how handsome Brock was. While parts of his former life were becoming more and more elusive with each passing day, he clearly remembered the machine and its rules. Don stood up and said “It’s about dinner time, we better get over to the cafeteria.” He quickly got dressed in a pair of jeans he found in his locker. The jeans fit him like a glove. He felt the heavy material squeeze his body as every movement caused his muscles to flex and bulge. The tightness was increased in the crotch as his muscular ass pulled the fabric tighter from behind. His prominent package was pushed from side to side by his powerful thighs with each step. He pulled on a fitted polo shirt and felt a similar squeeze across his chest, shoulders and upper arms. He left the gym without Brock trying to block out the sensation he felt from his tight clothes.

When Don arrived most of his team mates were already eating. They saved his usual seat in the center of the jock’s table. Everyone looked at him and smiled as he approached, most giving an envious glance at his crotch. By the time Brock arrived at the table, Don was done with his meal and just sat there enjoying being the center of attention. Brock sat directly across from Don and barely looked at him as he ate his meal. But after a few minutes, Don felt something pushing against his crotch. He looked down and saw a bare foot nestled between his thighs, the toes gently kneading his package through his tight jeans. The angle of the leg indicated it had to be Brock’s. Don looked up at Brock, who continued to eat his meal without looking up. Don stood up and said his goodbyes. Most of the table left with Don as they headed back to the frat house. The guys talked loudly, drank and watched TV in the common room for a couple of hours. After a few beers, Don had to see a man about a horse. Don headed upstairs to the bathroom.

Don was pissing when Brock entered the bathroom. “Hey there stud,” Brock said as he ran his hand over Don’s firm ass. Don jumped and piss went on to the floor, on his shirt and down Don’s leg, wetting his jeans. “Damn it, Brock,” Don said as he left the bathroom and went in to his bedroom. Brock followed him, “What’s wrong with you, bro? You’re so jumpy and nervous.” Don looked at his visitor, “Brock get out of my room. I’m not in the mood to deal with you tonight.” Brock ignored Don’s order and closed the door behind him, “I have something that may take the edge off.” Brock pulled two joints out from his shirt pocket. Don smoked some weed before and it always made him sleepy. He thought maybe this was a way to get through the rest of this night. Brock sat down on Don’s bed and lit one of the sticks, “Dude, you better get out of those clothes. You smell like a fucking hobo.” Don hesitated and gave Brock a concerned look. “Don’t worry man. You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. I promise to behave myself.” Don took a step back and peeled off his shirt revealing his muscular upper body. Brock felt his cock twitch at the sight. Don then removed his soiled pants. He stood there in only a pair of black bikini briefs. Don looked around for something else to wear. Brock let out a deep breath and said “Don’t bother, dude. Take a hit from this before I finish it.” Don was getting light headed just by the smoke filling his room. He sat down on the bed as far away as Brock as possible and took the offered joint. Don took several hits off the first joint before Brock lit up the second.

After the two athletes finished the second stick, Don laid back on his bed enjoying the calming effect of the drug. All the tension left his body. Brock turned to look at the exquisite form of his team mate. “Are you feeling better, Bagger?” Brock asked. “Don’t call me that,” Don said. He didn’t like his nickname. The popular girls in his high school gave him that name. They told him it was because every girl wished he would bag them, but he learned later that it was really because they wished he would wear a bag over his head to cover his ugly face. Unfortunately the named followed him to college. “Sorry” Brock said as he leaned back on the bed to lie next to Don, who still had his eyes closed. Brock reached over and ran his hand over Don’s powerful throwing arm. Brock was always envious of Don’s strength and natural athletic prowess. Don didn’t react so Brock continued his exploration of Don’s superior body. Brock caressed Don’s hard chest and traced the lines that divided his sculpted six pack. Brock lightly touched the enormous bulge covered by Don’s cotton briefs before his hand settled on his strong thigh. Don just gave a slight moan enjoying the high induced euphoria. Brock ran his curled fingers up the top of Don’s thigh before gingerly cupping his package. Brock couldn’t believe his large hand was unable to contain all of Don’s endowment, “Your body is no fucking hot, I can’t stop thinking about you,” Brock whispered before squeezing Don’s equipment. The pain from his backed-up balls made Don open his eyes. “Stop it, Brock,” Don slurred without moving. “How about a quick blow job? I guarantee that will really relax you. I’ve been told I have a very talented mouth,” Brock said with another slight squeeze of Don’s meat. Don raised his body off the bed supporting his upper body with a bent elbow. He looked at his admirer’s handsome face and wanted to feel his pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, but knew it couldn’t happen tonight. . “I can’t,” Don said as he grabbed Brock by the wrist removing his hand from his crotch. “Please Don. I beg of you. No one ever has to know. And you can do anything you want to me. Anything,” Brock pleaded. Brock could feel the power in Don’s grip increasing as he said, “Get out of my room.” Don let go of Brock’s arm and rolled over onto his stomach. Brock stood up and rubbed the white imprint of Don’s fingers on his forearm. He stared down surveying Don’s broad shoulders, contoured back, narrow hips and round ass encased in the tight black briefs. He fantasized about tapping that perfect ass so many nights. Brock hoped that Don had fallen asleep. Brock reached down and massaged Don’s muscular globes with both hands. Don reached for a pillow and threw it at Brock, “Get out now before I kill you, Brock.” Brock knew Don was much stronger than he was even stoned. He left Don’s bedroom closing the door after him. Don opened his eyes to make sure Brock had really left. He turned over onto his back giving his rock hard cock relief from being crushed by his own bodyweight. “I don’t know if I can do this for two more days,” Don said to himself. He put a pillow over his face and screamed in frustration. The marijuana proved more powerful than his angst and soon he was in a deep sleep.


Saturday – Day 6

The high pitched alarm woke Don. He fumbled for the snooze bar in the dark. He opened his eyes and released an annoyed sigh to acknowledge the early hour “Five o’clock, fuck the sun’s not even up.” His hands found their way to his steel hard rod and he let out another sigh, “Damn, does this thing ever go soft.” He let go of his manhood and traced the muscles of his thighs and upper body. He thought he felt even more muscular then yesterday. He sat up in bed and turned on the lamp next to the alarm clock. After giving his eyes a chance to adjust to the light, he pulled off the silk sheets that covered his body. Don was relieved he didn’t look all that different from yesterday, maybe his muscles were a little thicker. He felt the fullness of his pecs that partially blocked his view of his cock, noticing the larger bulge of his bicep as he moved his arm. His eyes finally went down to his aching cock, somehow it looked less freakish. He finally realized because his thighs were thicker it made his cock look smaller, even if it was still immense. It wasn’t only the size of his thighs that made his cock look more appropriate for his body, It was the color too. The rest of his body was now the same golden bronze color as his cock had been for the past five days. “I must have gotten a tan from practicing in the sun yesterday,” Don thought. But he had no tan lines and every inch of him was the same shade as if it was his natural skin color. He noticed his balls were a darker shade of bluish purple. He touched them and felt a jolt of pain. He fell back onto the bed and ran his hand through his hair. Don felt silky soft tresses instead of the expected kinky, steel wool he expected. “Now what?,” he said as he rested his hands on his face, letting out another sigh. His face felt different too. His large nose was gone. He raced out of bed and went into the adjacent bathroom. He instinctively knew the layout of the room, turning on the light and standing in front of the large mirror over the sink. Startled at first, he moved past his shock. “Shit,” he said as he leaned closer to his reflection.

His face, the last remaining vestige of the old Don, was gone. The man looking back at him in the mirror was a stranger, but somehow familiar. Don ran his fingers through his thick, golden blonde mane again before tracing his perfectly arched eyebrows, his stare darting back and forth between each of his large, almond shaped, ice blue eyes. He took his index finger and ran it down his narrow, straight nose, then over his full lips. He ran the finger into the groove of his slightly cleft chin and along the tight skin that hugged his square, muscular jaw line as he turned his head slightly. He caressed the concave skin of his cheeks below his prominent cheek bones savoring the flawless skin that matched the rest of his tanned very muscular physique. “I’m drop-dead gorgeous,” Don said in a deep baritone voice that took him by surprise. A smile took over his face. The brightness of his perfect smile made him appear even more handsome. “Fuck,” Don said as he felt his already hard cock twitch. His swollen balls spasmed painfully. He fought back the natural instinct to cum at such a beautiful sight. He turned away from the mirror and headed back to his bedroom, “Shit, how much more am I suppose to take?.” Don said as e fell onto the bed staring up at the ceiling. After a few moments of deep breathing, he realized he was no longer in the frat house.

The room was large and decorated in the mission style. He got to his feet, and walked to the center of a wall of drapes. He pulled the drapes apart and saw the lights of LA before him. I must be in the Hollywood hills he thought. He turned and walked from the bedroom down a hall passing several dark rooms his still rigid cock hitting his wash board abs with each step. He could feel the increased power of his larger muscles with each little movement. The hall emptied into the cavernous living room. The room was decorated like the bedroom and also contained a wall of windows, but they were not covered. A large pool deck was accessible through several sets of sliding glass doors along its entire length. Don saw a stylish gourmet kitchen off the dining area. He went back toward the bedroom, this time stopping to look into the other rooms he passed. There was another bedroom, a small, but well equipped exercise room, and an office. Don walked into the office to get a closer look at the opposite wall. It was covered with framed photos, articles, and magazine covers of him. He saw a long shelve in the center of the wall with various awards. Most were from soap opera magazines, but there were also two daytime Emmy awards. Don noticed that the articles and awards had the name Arick on them, Arick was his mother’s maiden name and his middle name. He always liked the name but thought it was too exotic for such a plain looking guy. “I guess I don’t look like a Donald any longer,” he said to himself. “I’m an actor?” Don then remembered he signed a modeling contract right out of high school and a year later was offered a role on daytime television’s top rated soap opera. He starred on the soap for two years and did a couple TV movies and quests spots on several prime time series during that time. But his contract was up last month and he didn’t renew much to the producers chagrin. He was currently filming his first theatrical movie. “Shit, I’m supposed to be on set by 6:30,” Don said he went back to his bathroom. He turned off the light so he wouldn’t see himself in the mirror. He quickly showered using only cold water. He also used a back brush to wash his entire body so he didn’t have to touch himself. Feeling the hard grooves and ridges of his muscular body would’ve made him cum instantly. He dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a form-fitting short sleeve button down shirt without drying off his body. The moisture left on his skin was absorbed by the thin material of his shirt making it cling to his muscular torso. He got into his Porsche and drove off to the studio with the top down to dry his long hair and toned body.

Don went right to his trailer on the sound stage. He found his script notes for today’s shoot, one of the many love scenes in the movie. “Why today?,” he thought before he heard a knock on is trailer door. It was a wardrobe person with his “costume.” “What is this?” asked Don holding a small flesh color piece of cloth. “It’s a modesty pouch for the love scene,” the middle-aged wardrobe person answered. “It makes it look like you’re completely nude on screen without you having to be really naked. The director wants to get some bare ass shoots of you today. No frontal nudity of course. We’ve got to keep that R rating,” the man laughed. Don’s annoyed expression did not change. The man continued, “Most actors find wearing it more comfortable for themselves and their co-stars.”

“How do you wear it?” Don asked holding the strangely shaped garment. The wardrobe guy grabbed the cloth and used his fist to explain, “The elastic goes behind your scrotum, your bits and pieces our held in the pouch. Then we tape the front flap to your pelvis below your belly button. That way there’s no straps around your waist and you appear to be naked from the back.” Don watched intently then asked, “It’s kind of small isn’t it?” The haggard studio employee gave him an annoyed look this time, “I’ve worked with the biggest,” he said putting emphasis on the word biggest, “stars in Hollywood and have never had a problem before. It stretches.” Don took the garment and went to the far end of the trailer to change while the wardrobe guy waited for him. After a few minutes Don returned wearing only the modesty pouch, “The tape isn’t sticking.” Don looked up and saw the other man staring at the garment with his mouth agape. Don gave a slight cough but couldn’t pull the guy’s stare off his crotch. Finally Don asked, “Do you have any stronger tape to hold this up?” The older man answered without moving his gaze, “I don’t think any tape is strong enough to hold up that load. You’re got the thing so stretched out.”

Don asked, “Do you have a larger size for me? It’s kind of tight and uncomfortable.” The man finally looked up at Don’s face, “It only comes in one size. It’s supposed to be a one-size-fits-all.” Don could see the amazed look on the studio employee’s face and the lust in his eyes. The man groped his growing hard-on through his baggy pants before adding “Maybe I could make it fit. Let me try to adjust it.” He reached for Don’s package as drool fell from his mouth but Don backed away quickly, “No that’s okay. Just go ask the director if it would be okay for me to do the scene in the nude, without the garment.” The costumer stopped and looked at Don, “Are you sure? I really want to help you make it fit.” Don shook his head yes and flexed his muscles slightly to look more threatening. The man’s expression changed quickly, from one of all-consuming lust to utter frustration. The man left the trailer after one last sorrowful look at Don’s awe inspiring physique.

Don got word that the director and the female lead were okay with him shooting the scene in the nude. The director had cleared the set of all nonessential personnel before Don arrived wearing a bathrobe. When Don removed his robe the entire set fell silent and Don could see all eyes staring at him. He quickly got into the set’s bed and pulled the sheets over his lower body, he didn’t want anyone to see his blue balls. After a few moments his costar arrived and stared at the bulge in the sheets created by his most impressive body part before looking at Don’s handsome face with a flirty smile. The director described the scene in detail and soon they were filming. Don was having a difficult time not getting aroused while pretending to make love to his beautiful costar. She wasn’t making is easy either with passionate moans and whispering how big, hard and strong Don was. Don also had to constantly protect his cock and sore balls from her curious hands under the sheets.

After several hours of shooting the director needed to talk to the lighting crew about some changes he wanted. Don took the opportunity to talk to his leading lady, “Scarlett, I know this is my first movie and you are already a big star, but do you think you can stick to the script during this scene?” The sexy burnet who was having her make-up and hair touched-up by several people, asked “Script? There isn’t any dialogue in this scene.” Don put his hand behind his head rubbing his neck and said, “Exactly.” The actress looked directly at Don and asked, “Are you telling me to be quiet?” Don could see she was insulted by his request, “It’s just you are such a beautiful woman and I am a man.” Scarlett leaned closer to Don and purred “You certainly are.” She ran her fingers from his exposed arm pit and down is flared lats. Don ignored her compliment as he continued in a whisper, “A man who’s an actor. An actor trying to be professional in a love scene and, and” Don hesitated for a moment before looking down at his crotch and then back to the actress, “relaxed. Having you say certain things and touch me in certain places makes it difficult for me to stay relaxed. If you know what I mean?” Scarlett blushed and pulled away from Don with a coy smile. She turned and whispered something to her assistant who handed her a small brown container. She then waived away all the people fusing over her. She turned back to Don and moved closer to him kneeling beside him in the big bed. “I think these will help you to stay relaxed during the scene,” Scarlett said as she emptied two small pills into the palm of her left hand. “What are they?” Don asked. “Just some Valium, they help calm me while I’m on the set. You weren’t the only one nervous about staying in control shooting this scene. My agent gave me these to help me” she said with a slight laugh before continuing, “I only took one, but since you’re twice my size, I think two would be okay for you.” She put the pills in Don’s open mouth and handed him a bottle of water. “Thank you” Don said after swallowing the medication. Within a few moments Don could feel the effects of the medication. Don did find it easier to stay in control during the remainder of the working day. But as he was getting dressed his drug induced mellowness was waning. He felt the tension returning to his body as he tried to control his eager cock from getting aroused as he showered in his trailer. He left the studio dodging his costar and found several members of the crew waiting near his car to get one last look at their idol.

Don knew he still had to get through the rest of the night and the impulse to pleasure himself was getting more difficult to deny, it was all he could think about anymore. He needed more medication to aid his willpower. He decided to stop at a drug store on his way home to pick up some sleeping pills, they helped him before. He saw one up ahead and looked for a parking spot. The busy street caused him to park about four blocks away from the store. Before getting out of his car, he adjusted his semi-hard cock in an attempt to make it less noticeable, letting his extra long shirt tail hang loose in front of him. His blue balls were becoming more painful with each passing hour. As he slowly walked down the street toward the store he noticed everyone staring at him. Soon there was a small crowd following him. He stopped at a crosswalk waiting for the light to change, the store was just on the over side of the street. A young woman approached him and asked for an autograph. Don was surprised at first; he had forgotten he was a celebrity. Don smiled and signed the woman’s scrap of paper. Before he could finish someone else asked him for another autograph, then another and another. Soon Don could feel hands rubbing his back and arms. The crowd was getting larger. The light changed and Don tried to walk away, but found himself surrounded, unable to move. People started calling his name and the name of his character on the soap saying how much they loved him and how handsome he was. One woman grabbed his neck and pulled him down to kiss him on the lips. Then another person kissed him, Don could feel people groping his thighs and ass, pulling at the buttons on his shirt trying to touch his chiseled chest and abs. There was a ripping sound as his shirt was torn off his body, then the frenzy started as people tugged at the waistband of his shorts trying to remove them too. They wanted to find out if the tabloid stories about him were true. Don forced his way through the maddening swarm running back to his car; his long powerful legs making it easy for him to get ahead of the crowd. He got inside his car and pulled away just as the mass reached him pounding on the outside of his vehicle.

Don tried to catch his breath not believing what had just happened. He looked down at his bare chest covered with scratches and knew he couldn’t stop at another store now. He arrived home and scoured his place for something to help him get through the night. He didn’t find any drugs, but he did find an unopened bottle of scotch. He unscrewed the top and took a large swig, and then another. Don spent the rest of the night without the bottle leaving his hand. The sound of breaking glass jarred him awake as he was slowly slipping deeper into the hot tub. He gasped for air as he quickly sat up raising his head above the soothing water. Don looked around and saw the nearly empty bottle of scotch in pieces along side the spa. He didn’t remember getting into the tub and thought it wise to remove himself before he passed out again and drowned. He stumbled out of the tub and made his way to the bedroom, holding onto the walls to help keep himself from falling. He made it to his bed and said, “This will be all over tomorrow” before he fell asleep.


Sunday – Day 7

The sound of crashing waves gently woke Don from his slumber. The room was still mostly dark, the sun having just made its appearance. Don raised his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes. His arm felt different, heavier, tighter. He struggled to bend his arm to make his hand reach his tired eyes. He dropped his hand to his chest and realized how much higher his chest rose above his face. He ran his ran over his chest feeling the deep crevice between each hard pec. Don raised his head to look at his chest and couldn’t see anything past the expansive plateau of muscle. He continued to run his hand down his body feeling his cobblestoned abdominals forcing his fingers under the hard throbbing cock that laid at full attention down his stomach’s deep center groove. “No, No, No. Don’t do this to me,” he shouted into the dark in frustration. He sat up on the edge of the bed. His entire body felt heavy, but powerful as he commanded his muscles to move. Pain jolted through his body as he felt his balls being crushed. He stood up and pulled his balls out from between his enormous thighs. He sat back down on the bed resting his hands on his thighs. His eyes started to adjust to the increasing light in the room. He looked down and could only see the tips of his knees past his shelve like chest. He lightly ran his fingers over his thighs, feeling each of the defined corded muscles. He could actually feel the blood coursing through the thick veins that covered his immense legs like a web. He could feel the shape of his thighs as they ballooned out massively from his narrow hips before tapering down to his knees. He then raised both arms into a double bicep pose and turned his head to take in their towering peaks. Don felt his cock straining to grow larger as he became more aroused, “Fuck it all. I can’t take anymore.” Don fell back onto the bed and started to slam his fists into the mattress at his sides, screaming “fuck” over and over again. After a few moments he stopped working out his frustration. Don looked at his stinging hands for the first time. They looked so large, also crisscrossed with veins and sinew like every other part of his body. His long thick fingers dotted with calluses on their underside. Calluses gotten he imagined from spending hours in the gym building his massive physique.

Don stood and explored his latest home skipping the master bathroom. While he desperately wanted to see what he looked like, he decided to avoid the mirrors. He didn’t want to test his willpower on this, his final day. He thought it was ironic that mirrors were his enemy once more. He walked into a gallery hallway, feeling his leg and ass muscles flex to attention with every heavy stride. Each small movement of his huge arms caused his pecs to bounce; every breath forced his washboard abs to tighten. The power in his massive physique sent waves of pleasure to his brain keeping his cock numbingly rigid. Don entered the living room facing a wall of glass. He found the source of the crashing waves that woke him; the Pacific Ocean was laid out before him. The pale sunlight just made the beach visible as he stood on his deck. After several deep breaths, Don realized he was still nude and went back inside before anyone could see him. He wandered into another room that seemed to be a small, but very well equipped gym. One wall was covered with numerous awards and trophies laid out neatly on long shelves. Don scanned the statues, most from strong man and bodybuilding competitions. In the center were the largest trophies, two World’s Strongest Man awards. “No fucking way!” Don said out loud. Between those two trophies was an open space with a note that read “Mr.Olympia here” in Don’s handwriting. He looked above the shelves and saw numerous framed magazine covers and articles. Many featured the headline “Awesome Arick,” Don remembered that was his nickname. One photo was of him next to MariusPuzianowski. Don was always in awe of the sexy strong man. But standing next to the powerful Pole, Don actually made him look small. Don couldn’t look at the photo any longer; it was making his cock throb. A newspaper headline caught his eye: “Awesome Arick passes tenth drug test in six months proofing he’s all natural.” Don turned his head to another wall and saw a handful of different looking awards between two large movie posters. One poster was for a move titled “D-Man” and had a photo of him looking like a spy in a pair of tuxedo pants. His sleeveless white dress shirt ripped open to expose his well muscled chest and waist. Two scattily clad women at his feet clutched his thighs. The other was for the movie “Seven Days to Freedom,” with Don pictured only in a pair of skin tight camouflage pants and a machine gun in each hand, explosions going off behind him. An assortment of acting awards, many from foreign countries were on display between the oversized movie artwork.

Don’s cock continued to throb as he saw the images of himself on display. He turned to leave the room when he noticed a weight bench with a 250 lb. bar on the rack. He thought maybe some exercise would help him release the tension he felt. He curled the weight, shocked at how light it felt to him. He did another and then another, soon he had completed a set. But instead of relaxing him, the blood rushing into his muscles was causing him to become more aroused. The pump made him feel stronger and more masculine. His energy level surged and he felt more alive than he had ever felt before. After several sets, he put the weight back into the rack and stood there flexing his arms forcing the blood through his growing biceps. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he growled between deep breaths. Don looked at his sweat covered arms and chest. His smooth, tan skin glistened in the morning light entering the room from the large windows; Don’s cock shuddered at the site. Don grabbed at the base of his cock, encircling it with his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed tightly trying to stop his rod from exploding. Don walked to the bathroom, once again, keeping the lights off and entered the shower. He turned on only the cold water and embraced the shock of the water as it hit his hot skin. He just stood in the shower leaning up against the wall for more than ten minutes, letting the water cascade over him. Don felt the throbbing pain from his balls increase as they tried to recede within him in response to the chilly water. But they were unable to shrink completely due to the heavy load of backed-up cum they carried. Don wanted so desperately to touch them to relieve their pain. But he was afraid to. An extremely virile, young athlete like him should be jerking off several times a day, but he couldn’t. He was defying all natural instincts. The pain in his balls increased. In frustration he slammed his fist into the marble covered wall of the large shower stall. Then again and again until he heard a cracking sound, the marble had surrendered to his strength. Don looked at his hand as blood seeped from his knuckles. Tears formed in his eyes as he slid down the wall lying in a near fetal position at the shower floor. Don watched the red stained water get swallowed by the drain. The cold water was numbing his body and pain. Finally his cock started to soften as his muscles stiffened, his body shivering from the icy water’s onslaught. He slowly got to his feet and put on a thick terry cloth robe he found hanging on the back of his bathroom door.

He left the bathroom, each step sending a jolt of pain from his discolored twins. As he entered the living room wincing from the pain, he found a strange man standing there. He gave the appearance of being young and fit but it didn’t come naturally. His hair was bleached blonde, his tan looked sprayed-on, the drawn-up little wrinkles around his eyes were the tell-tale sign of a face lift, he wore boots with heels to make him taller and a padded jacket to make his shoulders broader. “I knocked. When you didn’t answer the door I let myself in,” the stranger said with a smile. Don thought even his teeth were capped. This man had spent a fortune to try to look like Don who had it all and so much more naturally. Don just looked at him blanked face. “Rick are you okay? It’s me, Alan, your agent.”

“My name is Don,” Don said as he passed the orange tinted man. “What do you want?”

“What do I want? I’m here to take you to the photo shoot,” Alan asked slightly annoyed. “And since when do you want to be called by your middle name. I always thought you hated Donald, you said it was so plain and boring.”

“I’m not going anywhere this morning. I have a very important appointment at 10am near VeniceBeach. I’m not going to miss it no matter what” Don said as he circled the room like a caged animal before going back out onto the deck.

Alan followed behind. “Oh no you don’t. I’ve pushed back your next three movies because you had to enter this damn Mr.Olympia contest. You’re the one you had to win both the World’s Strongest Man and Olympia by the time you were 22. I agreed to allow you to do this,” Don turned and gave Alan a like-you-could-stop-me look. Don paused then continued, “We agreed if you were going to do this I got to control the publicity. I have all the entertainment shows and E! coming to this photo shoot.”

“I said no,” Don answered as he started to pull at the steel pipe railing at encircled the expansive deck. Alan stared as Don’s muscular forearms as the bulged with strength.

“Arick, Ricky, Rick, I mean Don, please don’t make me beg. All the other competitors are going to be there, as if they have a chance against you. Plus the shoot is right at MuscleBeach, so you can make your appointment with no problem.” Alan said trying to reason with the muscle giant. Don ignored him as he squeezed the railing tighter causing his knuckles to turn white. Getting no response, Alan continued, “Think of your fans. This year’s contest has already become the best selling pay-per-view event of the year. Everyone is talking about how easy it’s going to be for you to win. Not only will you be the official strongest man in the world, you will also be the best built man in the world.” Don tried to block out the other man’s words, he tried to do his times tables in his head. ”This is what you have always wanted; no one can deny you are super human.”

“Stop talking. I’m not one of your scared, insecure clients. I don’t need you to blow smoke up my ass right now, Alan. I’m under a lot of stress and I just want to be left alone” Don shouted without taking his eyes off the ocean. “Eight times eight is 64, eight times nine is…” Don stopped. “What’s eight times nine?”

“Uhm…..72, I think” Alan said slightly confused.

“Of course, 72. What kind of accountant am I if I don’t know my times tables?” Don asked continuing to take out his frustration on the railing. The twisting and pulling was causing the whole deck to shake.

“Accountant? You don’t look like any accountant I’ve ever met” Alan said with laugh.

“Yeah you’re right. I’m not an accountant, I’m a departmental manager. No I’m a student, a marketing major not accounting” Don said as his voice cracked and the steel railing started to bend under his grip. “No wait I never went to college. I modeled out of high school and got a job on a soap.” Don’s faced turned red and his breathing became labored, “Or am I a strong man, bodybuilder who’s a movie actor? I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t know anything anymore. I can’t take the pressure building up inside me.”

Alan reached for Don putting his hand on his broad back in an attempt to comfort him. “Let me take away your stress. That’s why you pay me.” Alan’s hand slid down to Don’s ass. “So you don’t want me to blow smoke up your ass. Just tell me what you want me to blow. Or for that matter what you want me to put up your ass.” Don reacted quickly to Alan’s poorly timed come-on and pushed him away, “Don’t touch me!” he yelled. Alan went sailing across the deck landing in a potted palm. Don realized what he had done and ran to Alan’s side helping him to his feet. The material of Alan’s shirt as bunched up forming large gaps around the buttons. The gaps exposed his abdomen and the girdle he wore to flatten his stomach. Both men stared at the undergarment, then Alan’s eyes went to Don’s body. Don’s robe had come open as he reached for Alan, exposing his massively muscular physique. Alan sighed, “Life is so fucking unfair.” Don ignored his agent’s comment and pulled him out of the palm. Don closed his robe before saying, “I’m sorry Alan. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just want to be left alone right now.”

Alan adjusted his clothes and smoothed his hair, a little embarrassed about what had just happened. No man likes to feel so inferior to another. Alan buttoned his jacket to hide the bulge of his swelling cock. “It’s okay Arick. I know this competition means a lot to you. Tomorrow it will all be over and you can relax for a week before you start shooting your next movie.” Don shook his head and moved back to the other side of the deck resting his hands back on the railing. He kept his head down trying to calm himself. Alan could see his client was really upset. “Arick, you want to know who you are. I can tell you. You are one of the biggest action stars in the world. You are an actor whose last two movies grossed more than half a billion dollars worldwide. You are a man admired by millions of people. After you win the Olympia title your salary per film will double. I guarantee that. Children already look up to you, men want to be you, and women want to be with you. In Asia you are considered a god, with your amazing height, blond good looks, incredibly muscular physique and huge endowment. You are….”

There was a loud crunching sound. “Stop, you are not helping,” Don screamed. Alan looked down at the piece of railing in his clients hands. Don had ripped it loose from the concrete columns.

“Tell me then how can I help you? I’m an agent, all I know is how to boost a person ego,” Alan asked a little frightened.

Don hesitated for a moment thinking about yesterday. “Drugs,” Don said as he casually tossed the eight foot piece of steel onto the beach below. “You’re an agent; you must have some drugs, like Valium right?”

“Yeah I have some Valium in my briefcase for my other clients. But I’ve never known you to take as much as an aspirin before. Why do you want drugs now?” Alan asked with some concern.

“I just need them to get through the next couple of hours. Give me the pills and I’ll go to the photo shoot as long as I’m out of there before 10am.” Don said as he felt his mind clearing slightly. Alan agreed to the terms as if he had a choice. Don went to his bedroom and put on a pair of spandex shorts over some posers. He found a custom tailored zippered fleece jacket for his upper body. He strapped on a sports watch and set the alarm for 10am so he wouldn’t be late for his appointment. After sliding into his size 16 sandals he left his beach house with Alan to the waiting limousine. Don could see the awe in the driver’s eyes as he held the door open for the two men. Alan gave Don the pills from his briefcase as they sat in the back seat. Don found a large bottle of water in the limo’s mini-fridge. He immediately swallowed four of the pills and poured the remaining pills into his water bottle after taking a swig. Don closed his eyes trying to relax. After a few moments he opened his eyes and found Alan staring at him, or more exactly staring at the bulge at his crotch. Don sighed and looked straight ahead. He noticed the driver was staring at him in the rear view mirror. The driver winked and Don just turned his head away. He stared out the car’s side window for the remainder of the trip.

The limo arrived at MuscleBeach about an hour late. Don took a deep breath and followed Alan out of the car. Don tried his best to smile and be cordial as people grabbed at him as he passed by the crowd. Alan talked briefly with the event coordinator. He then motioned for Don to follow him to a large concrete pad in front of the weight pit where the other bodybuilders were being photographed. When Don arrived the other bodybuilders moved away. The photographer talked briefly to Alan and Don, before Don went to the center of the temporary stage. Don handed Alan his water bottle after drinking about half of the tainted liquid. Alan moved in front of Don as he started to remove his shorts. Don handed his sandals and shorts to Alan. Don than started to unzip his jacket, the crowd erupted into cat calls and whistles. Don pulled his jacket off exposing his body to the bright sunlight. Alan moved away after taking Don’s jacket. Don just stood there dressed only in a pair of tightly packed, low-rise posers. Everyone could see how perfectly formed his body was. The crowd went completely silent for a moment. Then Don heard the camera shutters as hundreds of photos were taken by the large crowd before him. Don started to flex and the crowd cheered, getting louder with each new pose. He went through an entire routine that he didn’t remember ever learning, his body seemed to be on auto pilot. The crowd started to chant “Awe-some A-rick, awe-some A-rick” over and over again. Don knew what they wanted, his signature pose. He put his right hand behind his head and turned his head to the right. He could feel the huge swollen muscle of his right arm pressing against the side of his face. He then raised he left arm in the classic bicep pose and moved his left leg forward tilting his narrow hips slightly. Then he flexed every muscle in his body. The crowd roared their approval.

After holding the pose for a few seconds, Don relaxed and gave a slight bow. As he tried to leave the stage, he was stopped by the coordinator and told he wanted a couple of group shots. The other bodybuilders approached Don. The all looked so small to Don. He had become accustomed to being taller and bigger than the ordinary people around him, but these were the world’s top bodybuilders. Men he knew and worshipped for years. The photographer instructed everyone where to stand, Don being the tallest was put in the center. On his right was JayCutler, the current title holder, and on his left, GunterSchlierkamp, the second tallest competitor. Don couldn’t believe he was looking down on two of his idols. Both men looked up at Don briefly before averting their eyes as if they were intimidated by him. Don felt a twinge in his cock. The photographer started to take photos. He instructed Don to due a most muscular pose and everyone else a double bicep pose. Then he told everyone to relax and stand closer to one another. While Don was looking at the camera, he felt a hand on his left ass cheek and then another on his right. Don looked quickly at Jay and Gunter on each side of him, both just continued to stare at the camera. Don’s ass continued to get massaged, then one hand went under the back panel of his posers. Strong fingers invading his deep ass crack. Don could feel his cock reacting to the erotic touch of the strong, thick fingers. He stepped forward and told the photography he needed a break. Don walked up to Alan and grabbed his water bottle before heading for the nearby restroom.

Don entered the dingy room. He paced back and forth in front of the urinals finishing off the contents of his water bottle. He wondered if he had to relieve himself. He felt so much pain he couldn’t tell what was causing the discomfort anymore. He walked up to a urinal and pushed his posers behind his discolored sack. After the pain passed he tried to relax, suddenly a powerful stream of dark yellow urine erupted from his long tube. It felt good and Don gave out a loud sigh. He leaned forward so he could put his forearms against the wall above the urinal. He closed his eyes after resting his forehead on his arms. The urine continued to flow and Don felt some of his tension dissipate. When his bladder was empty, his gently shook his manhood and carefully squeezed it back inside his posers. Don turned around to leave and saw three men watching him. It was Jay, Gunter and LeePriest. Jay and Gunter each went to one side of Don’s hulking body. Don watched them approach without saying a word. Both men started to caress Don’s arms. Don looked at each of them then looked at Lee. “Don’t worry about him. He’s here to guard the door so we don’t get disturbed. He gets off watching us big boys have some fun” Jay said finally taking his gaze off of Don’s massive arm to look into his eyes. “The size of your arm is amazing. Now I understand why you are the strongest man in the world.”

“Not since puberty has any man made me feel small,” Gunter said in a thick accent, “unitl now” Gunter ran one hand over Don’s massive chest and the other over his wide back. Don was in shock. He couldn’t believe the men he fantasized about worshipping hundreds of times were now worshipping him. Their rough hands felt better on his smooth skin than he ever imagined.

“I can’t believe how beautiful you are. People called me perfect, but you have set a whole new standard for masculine perfection. Fuck, you’re the male trifecta; gorgeous face, flawless body, and a huge cock” Jay added as he moved his hand to Don’s chest, down his abs, finally cupping Don’s sensitive package. Don knees buckled slightly as the pain spread throughout his body from his balls bringing him out of his trance. He moved toward the door. Lee who was busy playing with his own dick, moved out of the giant’s way. Don grabbed the handle of the door and accidentally pulled it off its hinges as he hastily opened it. Don dropped the door and ran out of the bathroom, heading down the beach in the opposite direction of the photo shoot.

Don ran a few hundred yards but the pain from his balls was too much for him to withstand any longer. He slowed down to a quick gait until his legs became too heavy for him to lift. The multiple pills he consumed were finally taking their full effect on the giant. He was having trouble controlling his huge muscles and focusing his eyes. Temporarily blinded, he stopped dead in his tracks and tried to take control of his body again. Someone approached him, by the sound of the person’s voice it was a woman. She asked for an autograph but Don didn’t have time to respond before someone else started to caress his arm and asked him to flex. And then there was another and another grabbing at him. Soon Don was surrounded by a crowd, many feeling up his near paralyzed body. Don felt the many hands groping at every part of him, their squeals of pleasure were deafening. The heavy dose of medication had made him helpless to defend himself from the mob. Then Don heard a loud, deep voice break through the clatter, commanding the crowd to back away. A strong hand grabbed onto Don’s forearm and led him away.

Don stumbled along following the blurry form that guided him for what seemed like miles. He felt himself walking up a rough, wooden ramp before entering a small dark room. Don fell against a wall, his heavy weight causing the entire structure to shift slightly. The wall was the only thing keeping Don on his feet. His thickly muscled limbs were too heavy for Don to move. He stood there motionless. Don felt strong hands kneading his pecs and a wet tongue licking his nipples. Don closed his eyes enjoying the sensation. When he reopened his eyes and blinked several times, he was able to focus for a moment. He looked down and saw a familiar face, it was Marco and they were in the life guard station. “You are even more beautiful in person than in your movies, Arick,” Marco said between licks. Marco’s talented tongue traced the deep groove between Don’s pecs and sculpted abs. He continued his wet trail to the expanding bulge in Don’s posers. Marco ran his hands along the back of Don’s titanic legs and over his glorious ass before grabbing the thin waist band of the posers and pulling them down to Don’s ankles. Don used all his concentration to step out of the briefs so he could widen his stance to give his swollen balls more room. Marco looked at Don’s huge equipment and remarked, “You have the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever seen. You must believe in the old adage about not having sex before the big competition.” Marco gently licked the neglected twins before continuing, “Don’t you know that only applies to mere mortals. A god like you needs to be serviced several times a day. It’s your duty to spread your seed as often as possible. Let me help you. Let me ease your pain.” Don mumbled in his drug induced stupor “Yes, please. Make the pain go away. I can’t take it anymore.” Marco put Don’s meat into his mouth until it became too thick to hold comfortably. “That’s my Nordic god, let me see how big and powerful you really are,” he then playfully nibbled at the monstrous mushroom head of Don’s cock. Don was the verge of release. He needed this torture to stop; he had to liberate his immense load of cum. And Marco was an expert of making a man cum. Don fantasized so many nights alone in his bed thinking of Marco giving him a blow job and it was finally a reality. Don felt his balls filling even larger with more cum, the pain increasing. Marco continued to work his oral magic on the muscle man’s rod and massage his mighty ass. Don’s breathing became rapid as he neared the point of no return. Suddenly an alarm rang out from his wristwatch.

Marco and Don both froze in place. Don remembered what he had to do. He had endured too much to give in to his urges now. He took a deep breath and pulled himself from the edge of ultimate pleasure, taking control of his body. He pushed Marco aside and headed toward the door, he grabbed the county flag from the wall to cover himself as he left the shack. As he ran he held the flag at his crotch covering his rock hard cock and battered balls. His exposed body caused everyone to turn and stare at him as he passed; all enjoying the unobstructed view of his perfect ass. He ran nonstop from the beach to the boardwalk to the storehouse. It took ounce of his remaining strength and will power to keep his hulking frame moving forward. Don entered the building that Jose had used as his temporary home. He now could see over all the video games and spotted the old-fashioned machine. The path was too narrow for his broad shoulders to pass, so he easily pushed his way through the other games as if they were empty cardboard boxes. He dropped the flag he took from the lifeguard station. He stood in front of the Gentleman Of Distinction machine completely nude and breathing deeply. It looked much smaller than he remembered. Don placed his hand over the outline on the glass, this time his hand almost covering the entire mirror. The machine came to life with lights blinking and bells ringing. Don took a step back as the machine became quiet. With a “ding,” a small panel lit that said “Make final deposit.” Don’s taller body meant he had to squat to maneuver his rigid rod into the opening. The increased thickness of his cock made it painful to squeeze his member into the machine’s small opening too. Don felt the machine start to suck and massage his joystick. He wanted to cum but couldn’t. He tired to thrust his hips to stimulate his release, but his awkward position made it uncomfortable. Don put his arms around the machine, hugging it against his body. He straightened his legs lifting the machine off the ground with his cock still inside. Don rocked his hips back and forth harder but still couldn’t cum. When ever he was on the verge of ejaculating, his balls seized up in pain. He had denied them for so long they wouldn’t do it now when he willed it to happen. Don started to cry in frustration.

The mirror began to darken and then flicker. The image of the perfect man he saw a week ago appeared again. Just like he last saw him, he was covered in cum from Don’s bodybuilding idols. The other bodybuilders started to massage their seed into the superior man’s body making him get erect. All the other men started to stroke the god’s perfect cock fighting for position. The view on the screen slowly pulled back showing more and more of the man being worshipped; his muscular waist, his thick pecs, bull like neck and then his handsome face. For the first time Don could really see the man who was the center of his idols’ attention. It was Don, the new improved Don, he was the one they were worshipping. The image of Don gave a sly smile and a knowing wink. The real Don felt his nuts spasm painfully. The image then thrusted his head back and released his large load, stream after stream of love juice poured out of him. Don screamed as his balls finally contracted forcing out his salty seed. Load after load, each becoming less and less painful. Finally the pleasure of cumming returned to Don’s body. He opened his eyes again and looked at the machine. All he saw now was his own reflection in the machine’s mirrored front panel. For the first time the mirror was no longer his enemy. Don bent his knees to set down the machine and tried to pull himself out. But he couldn’t his cock was so swollen with blood it was stuck inside. The small brass opening was acting like a cock ring preventing the blood from draining. Suddenly he felt an electrical jolt surge through his balls where they touched the machine. In a flash he cock came loose and he fell on his ass at the foot of Jose’s makeshift bed. Don was exhausted as he tried to catch his breath from his massive jerk off session. All the tension and pain was gone, his entire body was limp. The next square lit that read “Transaction voided.” Don screamed “no” as he collapsed onto the floor crying. Then he heard a soft “ding” and the square darkened and the final one lit that read “Deposit accepted, you are now a G.O.D. Enjoy your new life.” Don laughed softly before rolling onto his back into Jose’s bed. The machine went completely dark as Don fell asleep.

Arick woke up completely refreshed and energized. He noticed someone was playing with his cock. That wasn’t so unusual, but he didn’t recognize the place but the person seemed familiar. He raised himself onto his elbows after looking at his watch. The other man was so enthralled with his toy he didn’t notice the man attached to his play thing was awake. “Where are we?” Arick asked calmly scratching his head. The startled middle-aged man scampered several feet away. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” Arick said with no real expression.

The unkempt man moved a little closer, “This is where I sleep at night. It’s an old warehouse at VeniceBeach.”

“VeniceBeach?” Arick responded running his hand over his face. “That’s right, I had a photo shoot nearby and came in here to escape some fans. I think.” Arick ran his hand down his chest and washboard abs. “I must’ve fallen asleep. I’ve been training so hard for Olympia, I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in over a week.” Arick returned his gaze to his companion, “Sorry I crashed at your place without asking, uhm.” Jose said his name softly. “Jose, do I know you from somewhere?”

“No, but I know you Awesome Arick,” he said excitedly moving a little closer. He gestured to a pile of old magazines near his bed. Arick looked over and saw stained pictures of himself among the pile.

“You’re a fan I see” Arick commented. Jose nodded with a huge smile. “It’s always nice to meet a fan of mine. Would you like me to autograph something for you? It’s the least I can do since I invaded your, uhm, home.” Jose glanced momentarily at the giant’s semi-hard rod and then back at Arick’s face. Arick didn’t usually allow such a loser to suck him, but for some reason he felt sorry for Jose. “Of course,” Arick said running his hand along his pelvis near the base of his thick shaft causing it to pulse back to life. “Be my guest.” Jose moved closer and sheepishly started to stroke Arick’s manhood and large tanned balls. With a smile from Arick for encouragement, he put his mouth back onto the power rod and started to suck with everything he had. Arick took the time to look around the room. He noticed that there was a large empty space by his feet. The dust and dirt showed something had been removed recently. Arick thought something was there when he arrived, but couldn’t remember what it was. After a few moments he decided to concentrate on the matter at hand. Jose didn’t have the looks or talent to get Arick off, he had to do it himself. Arick laid back down and started to rub his sculpted torso with his strong hands, squeezing his large sensitive nipples. Imagining it was a handsome hunk giving him a blow job instead of Jose. Soon he released a large volley into Jose’s hungry mouth. Jose started to choke surprised by the force and volume of Arick’s cum. “Sorry dude, I should have warned you that my big boys put out quite a load.” Jose coughed several more times but gave Arick the thumb’s up sign. Arick smiled and got onto his feet. Jose stared in awe as the golden god stood before him. Arick squeezed the last of his thick crème from his deflating rod, the sticky substance coating his fingers. “Do you have a towel or something” he asked casually. Jose didn’t respond he just crawled over to Arick and licked his hand clean and then did the same to his cock head. Arick wiped his wet hand on the shirt of his admirer. “Do you know where my clothes are?”

Jose finished licking Arick clean and stood in front of him; the top of his head was below the god’s chin. “No, sir. The only thing that wasn’t here before, besides you, was this flag. I think it came from the lifeguard station.” Jose picked up the flag from the floor and handed it to Arick.

“Yeah, I think I remember a lifeguard trying to help me. Maybe he has my clothes?” Arick held up the flag and thought for a moment. He wrapped the heavily hemmed edge around his tight waist; its 30” length almost completely encircled him. After another moment of thought, he picked up two large nails lying on top of one of the video games. He easily bent the forged steel into a C shape. Jose let out a soft moan before whispering, “You are the world’s strongest man.” Arick laughed softly then bounced his massive pecs, before saying, “for two consecutive years“. Jose came in his already soiled pants as he fell to his knees. Arick ignored Jose as he folded the flag into thirds along the shorter length before wrapping it around his waist once more. Then he put one of his C rings in each end’s grommet and then hooked them around each other. “This will have to due for now” Arick said aloud as he adjusted his impromptu skirt checking out his reflection in the glass panel of a video game. Arick ran his hands through his wavy, blonde hair before moving his face slightly side to side to check out his chiseled features. He ran his hands over his sculpted torso then flexed his muscles quickly. He smiled in approval of the way he looked. How he loved seeing his own reflection. Jose thought the flag garment made Arick look as if he had just stepped down from MountOlympus. “I was beautiful once” Jose said softly his face showing onlyt regret. “I’m sure you were.” Arick said without looking at Jose. Arick tore his gaze away from his reflection and walked out of the warehouse and headed to the beach. He smiled and waved to the people who stared, their mouths agape, as he passed.

When he got to the beach it was almost deserted. Marco was closing the lifeguard station for the day when he approached. “Hey, I think I have something of yours” Arick said with a smile putting his hands on his narrow hips. Marco gasped as he saw the most perfect vision of male muscle. The setting sun’s last rays reflected off Arick’s flawless skin and white skirt, giving him a golden aura. He looked even more like a god than usual. Marco stared for a few moments, his cock at full attention, before he could answer. He pulled Arick’s posers out of his shoulder bag, “And I have ssssomething of yours,” he stuttered as his voice cracked.

Arick moved confidently up the ramp and stood very close to the aroused life guard, “Maybe we can negotiate a trade?” he asked coyly as he cupped the smaller man’s package. Unlike with Jose, Arick wouldn’t have to use his imagination when fucking Marco. “When you ran off last time, I thought maybe you didn’t find me attractive,” Marco said softly. Arick reached behind Marco, putting his hand at the center of lifeguard’s firm ass. Arick pulled Marco up against his larger frame and slid the smaller man up his hard body until they were nearly eye to eye. “Don’t play games with me. We both know that’s not possible” Arick said his mouth only inches from Marco’s. Marco was near the verge of cumming. Arick pulled Marco even closer and kissed him long and hard. Marco could feel Arick’s hand squeezing his ass, his middle finger pressing deep into his ass crack. Arick set Marco down and gestured to the station’s door. Marco unlocked the door and Arick followed him in. Arick undid the catch on his skirt and hung the flag back on the wall where it was originally. He knew Marco was watching so he purposely exaggerated very move to make his muscles flex and bulge more. Arick turned and to see Marco removing all his clothes. Both men faced each other completely nude. “Well, handsome, what are your terms?” Marco didn’t say a word he just fell to his knees and started to suck Arick’s meat. Arick ran his strong fingers through Marco’s thick, curly hair enjoying his second blow job in less than ten minutes. Arick looked out through the slots of the wooden shutters that covered the window openings of the station. He saw the people of the boardwalk going about their ordinary lives. He saw Jose on a nearby bench staring at the shack. Arick knew he wished it was him who was on his knees before him instead of the lifeguard. But unlike Marco and himself, Jose wasn’t one of the chosen few, one of the beautiful people. This was how things were meant to be. Arick knew his place in the world and liked it.