Hungry for Gains - 5. In Control

The gym felt suffocating, the air hot and heavy against Lucas’s wet skin. The towel clung to his hips precariously, the corners barely tucked in as he sprinted out of the showers. He didn’t notice the ripple of whispers that followed his hurried steps. All he could see was Ethan walking away, his slim frame slipping effortlessly through the crowded gym floor. The clang of weights and low murmur of voices were dull in Lucas’s ears, drowned out by the pounding of his heart and the surge of desperation that tightened his chest.

“Ethan! Wait!” Lucas’s voice cracked, carrying across the room. The raw emotion in his plea was unmistakable, a stark contrast to his usually confident demeanor.

Every head turned toward him, their gazes hungry, curious. He could sense their eyes on his damp muscles, the heat of their attention like an invisible spotlight. Some stopped mid-rep, dumbbells hanging frozen in midair, others stared outright, their mouths slightly open. But Lucas barely registered the attention. His focus was on Ethan, who didn’t slow, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

Lucas quickened his pace, his wet feet slapping against the floor, leaving a trail of footprints behind him. The towel slipped lower on his hips as he reached the edge of the room, where Ethan paused, finally turning to face him. Lucas’s breath hitched as he saw the cold detachment in Ethan’s eyes.

“Lucas,” Ethan said, his tone calm, almost bored. His piercing eyes gleamed with amusement as they flicked over Lucas’s disheveled appearance. “What’s the urgency? I thought we were done.”

Lucas stopped a few feet away, his breath coming in uneven bursts. He pulled the towel tighter around his waist, his knuckles white against the damp fabric. His chest heaved with the effort to suppress his rising panic. The thought of losing Ethan’s little helper, of losing the program, filled him with a dread that clawed at his insides.

“We’re not done,” Lucas said, his voice low but insistent. His eyes welled up, betraying the turmoil within him. “I need to talk to you. Now.”

Ethan’s smirk widened, his expression maddeningly calm. He tilted his head slightly, as if considering Lucas’s words. Around them, the hum of the gym seemed to fade, the weight of the moment pulling Lucas deeper into his desperation.

“Talk?” Ethan repeated, his tone laced with amusement. “From the way you’ve been acting, I’d say you’ve already said plenty.”

Lucas felt his face flush with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He glanced around, noticing the lingering stares from the other gym-goers, their curiosity palpable. A lover’s quarrel? His pride bristled, but the gnawing need in his chest overpowered it.

“Not here, please,” Lucas said, with a tremor in his voice.

Ethan studied him for a moment longer before gesturing toward the side room. “Alright, stud. Let’s hear it.”

Lucas followed Ethan into the small room, his pulse pounding as the door clicked shut behind them. The finality of the sound echoed the desperation in his heart.

The air in the side room was thick, tinged with incense and something sharper—metallic, like blood. Candles flickered on low shelves, their soft light casting shadows across the walls. The massage table in the center gleamed, its leather surface smooth and inviting.

Ethan moved with practiced ease, his slender frame somehow commanding the space. Lucas stood near the door, his towel still clutched in one hand. His body, so accustomed to confidence and strength, now felt awkward, exposed. The vulnerability was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the power he usually felt.

“You’ve been chasing me around the gym half-naked,” Ethan said, leaning casually against the wall. His voice was soft but firm, his tone both mocking and curious. “What’s so important that you’ve abandoned your usual poise?”

Lucas opened his mouth to reply, but the words stuck in his throat. He shifted his weight, his muscles twitching with tension. The gnawing need in his chest swelled, threatening to consume him. A wave of fear coursed through him, the thought of losing everything he had worked for crushing him.

“I…” Lucas hesitated, his voice faltering. His pride warred with his desperation, but the latter won. “I need this. The program. You can’t just take it away from me.” His voice broke, the raw emotion laid bare.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never wavering. “Can’t I? You did quite well without it just a few days ago.”

***

Lucas’s hands curled into fists, his knuckles white against the damp towel. “Look at me,” he said, stepping forward. His voice cracked, but he pushed on, his tone desperate. “I’ve never been better. I’m stronger. Bigger.” His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the depth of his need laid bare.

“And yet,” Ethan interrupted, his voice a silky counterpoint to Lucas’s frantic words, “you’re here, practically begging me to keep you on.”

“I’m not begging,” Lucas snapped, though the quiver in his voice betrayed him. He felt a surge of anger, a futile attempt to mask the desperation that clawed at him.

“Oh, but you are,” Ethan pushed off the wall and took a step closer, his smaller frame suddenly overwhelming in the confined space. “Why don’t you just admit it? You’re not in control anymore, Lucas. Not of your body, and certainly not of your mind. And dragging poor Jake into this whole mess…”

Lucas recoiled, his pride stung. But he couldn’t deny the truth in Ethan’s words. The gnawing hunger inside him, the growing need for the power, the size—it was all-consuming. He resented himself, the realization that he was dependent on Ethan for his sense of worth.

“I’ll do better,” Lucas said, his voice breaking. He looked at Ethan, his wide, desperate eyes betraying the calm façade he tried to maintain. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just don’t take this away from me.” His voice was a plea, a raw, emotional appeal.

Ethan tilted his head, his smirk deepening. “Anything?”

Ethan stepped closer, his eyes fixed on Lucas with a predator’s intensity. “You think this is just about lifting weights and getting bigger? You think you’re calling the shots here?”

Lucas shifted his weight, his hand tightening around his towel. “I’ve worked for this. Every rep, every set, every sacrifice—I’ve earned it.” His voice was tinged with desperation, a plea for understanding.

Ethan chortled, the sound more cutting than any reprimand. “Earned it? You’ve barely scratched the surface of what the program can do. But you’ve also been reckless.” His hand gestured toward Lucas’s thighs, where the traces of Jake’s cum still clung to his damp skin.

Lucas’s face flushed with shame and confusion. “That… that doesn’t mean anything. That wasn’t my fault.” His voice was a mix of defensiveness and vulnerability.

“Oh, it means plenty,” Ethan countered, his voice sharp. “That pill I gave you? It rewired your body in ways you don’t understand. Your muscles aren’t just growing; they’re consuming. You’re burning through everything at a rate your normal diet can’t keep up with. You’re not just hungry for food anymore, Lucas. You’re hungry for something else.”

Lucas stared, his mind spinning. “What are you talking about?” His voice was a whisper, the fear of the unknown gripping him.

Ethan smirked, his gaze flicking downward. “Semen, Lucas. The ultimate male essence. Your body needs some elements in it to maintain what you’ve become. And you’ve been wasting it.”

Lucas’s breath hitched, his chest tightening. “You’re saying I… need semen?” His voice rose just above a whisper, the words sticking in his throat like barbs. A wave of humiliation washed over him, the realization of his dependence on something so intimate and personal.

Ethan shrugged, his expression almost pitying. “Not just any semen. It has to be potent, fresh. And because you’ve been jerking off, don’t even start to deny it, your body’s been depleting itself. That’s why guys like Jake were drawn to you—instinctively, they knew you needed what they could provide, submitting to your dominance.”

Lucas swallowed hard, his face hot with a mixture of shame and disbelief. “This is insane.” His voice was a mix of denial and despair.

“Is it?” Ethan’s voice dropped, low and cutting. “Tell me, Lucas. How did it feel when Jake touched you? When he pressed against you, desperate to give you what you needed?”

Lucas didn’t answer. His lips parted, but no words came out. The memory of Jake’s hands, Jake’s body—it sent a jolt of something electric through him, and he hated how his body betrayed him. His craving was deep, insatiable. He realized that he was utterly dependent on others in this.

Ethan leaned closer, his breath warm against Lucas’s ear. “You don’t have a choice here. Either accept what you are now… or walk away. But if you leave, the program ends. Your gains disappear. And you go back to being… ordinary.”

The word hung in the air, cutting deeper than Lucas expected. Ordinary. The thought of losing everything—the size, the power, the attention—was unbearable. A deep, aching emptiness filled him, the fear of returning to a life of mediocrity.

He dropped his head, his voice faint. “I’ll do whatever it takes.” His words were a surrender, a raw, emotional plea.

Ethan smiled, but there was no kindness in it. “Good. Drop the towel and lie there. Face down.”

Lucas hesitated for only a moment before obeying. He climbed onto the massage table, his massive frame dwarfing the leather surface. The cool material pressed against his skin, contrasting with the warmth of the room. He was exposed, unease creeping down his spine like icy tendrils. Ethan could do to him whatever he wanted.

Ethan moved with purpose, his fingers trailing over Lucas’s thighs. “You’re still slick,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Perfect.”

Lucas flinched as Ethan’s hands scraped along his skin, gathering the remnants of Jake’s semen. The sensation was strange, intimate, in a way Lucas wasn’t ready to acknowledge. Still, a sense of shame and desperation filled him, the realization that he needed this, no matter how humiliating it was.

“You’ll understand soon enough,” Ethan said, holding up his finger. A bead of cum glistened in the flickering candlelight. “Open your mouth.”

Lucas froze, his breathing shallow. “You can’t be serious.” His voice was a mix of disbelief and desperation.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Do you want to stay on the program or not?”

The weight of the ultimatum pressed down on Lucas, crushing what little resistance he had left. Slowly, reluctantly, he opened his mouth. Humiliated, he remembered again that he was at Ethan’s mercy.

Ethan slid his finger between Lucas’s lips, the taste sharp and salty on his tongue. Lucas gagged at first, the metallic, salty tang foreign and overwhelming, but then something shifted. The flavor hit him like a jolt of electricity, and his body responded with force.

A low groan escaped his throat as his muscles tensed, his hips jerking involuntarily. He grabbed Ethan’s wrist, sucking the finger clean, desperate for more. A deep, aching hunger ran through his guts.

Ethan chuckled, withdrawing his hand. “See? I told you. Your body knows what it needs.”

Ethan went back and scraped more cum from Lucas’s thighs, his movements slow and deliberate. “Of course, this isn’t the preferred version,” he said, almost lazily. “When it goes through your stomach, the effects are… diminished.”

Lucas blinked, his mind foggy with both confusion and the lingering rush of pleasure. “What does that mean?” His voice was a mix of fear and desperation.

Ethan smirked, spreading more of Jake’s cum onto his finger. “Let me show you.”

He pressed the finger against Lucas’s entrance, the slickness spreading with ease. Lucas jolted, twisting his head to look at Ethan. “No way. I’m not—”

Ethan cut him off with a sharp glare. “If you want to stay on the program, you’ll do exactly as I say.”

Lucas’s body tensed, his breath shallow. He clenched his fists, his mind screaming at him to get up, to leave—but he didn’t move. The need to continue with the program penetrated him to the core.

Ethan pushed his finger inside, the slick warmth spreading deeper. When the cum-coated finger brushed over his prostate, the sensation was immediate and overwhelming. Lucas cried out, his body arching off the table as a wave of pleasure tore through him. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced—an orgasm without release, a rush of pure ecstasy that seemed to radiate from his core. His hips bucked against the table, his moans uncontrollable.

***

Lucas lay sprawled on the massage table, his breaths shallow and uneven. His body buzzed with energy, every nerve alive and hypersensitive from the overwhelming sensation of Ethan’s touch. His hips twitched involuntarily against the table, grinding his hard cock into the leather, as Ethan’s finger continued to probe in and out of his hole.

“Turn over, stud.”

Ethan didn’t waste time. He reached for a bottle of warm oil, pouring it directly onto Lucas’s groin, dick, and balls. The liquid flowed in slow rivulets, pooling in the creases of his muscles before Ethan’s hands moved to distribute it. His touch was clinical but firm, his fingers spreading the oil with practiced precision.

“You’re already looking better,” Ethan murmured, more to himself than to Lucas, as he pinched Lucas’ nipple. His tone was calm, almost soothing, but laced with a chilling sense of ownership as he grabbed Lucas’ dick and pulled it out of the way.

Lucas tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. His body refused to move; the earlier sensations had left him pliant, his strength drained. The cool blade of a razor touched his skin, and he tensed briefly before the rhythmic scrape began. The sound of the razor gliding over his skin was hypnotic, blending with the flicker of candlelight and the faint hum of incense in the air. Ethan worked methodically, shaving away every trace of hair from Lucas’s pubic region, thighs and arm pits. The rest of Lucas’ body was already shaven to better show off his muscles. He was hit by the realization that he was completely naked now.

“You’re becoming exactly what you were meant to be,” Ethan said with warmth, his voice almost reverent. “A masterpiece.” But Lucas could not find pride in it, just humiliation.

His mind was swimming, the haze of submission clouding his thoughts. He barely noticed when Ethan set the razor aside and climbed onto the table, straddling his hips.

Ethan leaned forward, his breath warm against Lucas’s chest. His lips parted, and then Lucas felt the sharp sting of needle-like teeth sinking into his nipple. Pain flared like fire, but it soon gave way to a strange, pulsing pleasure as Ethan fed. Lucas groaned, his back arching slightly as Ethan’s tongue flicked over the puncture wounds. He could feel the pull of blood leaving his body, an intimate connection that left him both exhilarated and drained.

“The broken down muscle tissue from your training needs to be removed,” Ethan said, when he caught a breath. “And soon this’ll give you large, engorged nipples one can suckle on. So beautiful, so tasty.”

Ethan didn’t stop there. He shifted lower, his hands sliding down Lucas’s chest as he positioned himself over Lucas’s throbbing erection. Lucas’s mind screamed for him to resist, but his body betrayed him.

Ethan sank down, his movements deliberate and controlled. Lucas gasped as the tight heat enveloped him, his hips bucking instinctively. Ethan moved with a predator’s grace, riding him with slow, rolling motions that sent jolts of pleasure through Lucas’s body. As Ethan rode him, Lucas felt another sharp pain—this time all along his shaft. The sensation was strange, a mix of panic and euphoria as Ethan fed on him again, drawing blood, fat and broken-down tissue from the strained muscle. More and more, with a merciless rhythm, the suction increased like in a vacuum pump. His dick grew larger and larger as more and more blood was forced into it before it was drained. His nerve endings were on fire.

The climax, when it came, was explosive. Lucas cried out, his hands clutching at the sides of the massage table as his release poured into Ethan. The room spun around him, the edges of his vision darkening as the sheer intensity of the moment overwhelmed him.

***

When Lucas opened his eyes, the candles had burned lower, their light casting faint, flickering shadows across the room. His body felt heavy, his limbs weighed down as if by an invisible force. He blinked, trying to focus. His head was foggy, his thoughts sluggish. The last thing he remembered was Ethan’s body above his, the overwhelming rush of pleasure that had consumed him..

As his unsure gaze dropped to his groin, his breath caught. His pubic region was clean as a baby’s bottom, the skin smooth and pale under the dim light. But what truly caught his attention was the metallic glint of the chastity cage encasing his cock. The device was snug, the lock gleaming in the candlelight. He reached down instinctively, his fingers brushing against the cool surface. He tugged at it with urgency, but the cage held firm.

“Don’t bother,” Ethan’s voice came from nearby. Lucas turned his head slowly to see Ethan standing by the table, the faintest smirk playing on his lips. In his hand, he held a small silver key.

“You can ask for it anytime if you want out, but until then...”

Ethan leaned in close, his eyes boring into Lucas’s. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his voice a low, possessive growl. “And you’ll thank me for it.”

“This is your key to greatness, Lucas,” Ethan said, his voice soft but commanding. He twirled the key between his fingers before slipping it into his pocket. “With this, you’ll stay focused, disciplined… unstoppable.”

Lucas’s throat tightened. The humiliation of the cage burned in his chest, but at the same time, a strange sense of pride swelled within him. This was proof of his commitment, his sacrifice. I’m better than them, he told himself, the thought soothing the edges of his discomfort. I can stop whenever I want.

As he stared into Ethan’s eyes, new thoughts and images came to him. A predator, too powerful and dangerous to be allowed to roam free. The cage a symbol of his strength, his dominance and superiority. Yes, this was him.

Ethan was just helping him, did what he wanted him to do. Facts were, he provided for Ethan. He was the best, butchest, manliest beast around. Ethan needed him more than he wanted to continue the program. He could stop whenever he wanted.

He was in control.

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