Hungry for Gains - 2. Stud, You’re Amazing

Inside the room, there was a small table in the corner and a chair in front of it. A normal office setup. There were also instruments to measure body fat content, scales, a tape to measure chest, biceps, and so on… The main part of the room was actually set up for massage therapy, with a large and comfy looking massage table, a few plants, relaxing beach pictures on the wall and even a few strategically placed candles. Cosy.

Ethan turned to Lucas. “This doesn‘t leave this room. You mustn‘t talk about it or discuss this with anyone. Not even with guys you believe are also on the program. Can you do that?”

“Program?” Lucas asked.

“Yes, me and the guys, we‘re doing a long running study for university here. Maximising gains, optimising metabolism, the whole works… But it‘s top secret, there‘s a massive amount of financial interest, as you can guess. Just think about Jazz and you‘ll get why… “

Jazz and his changes. Fucking hell, yes, Lucas’ eyes grow big. He sure got it…

“Sign me up,” Lucas said.

Ethan held up a hand. “It works as follows… Each time you lift hard enough, you get micro tears in your muscles. When the body repairs them, the muscles grow back stronger and bigger. So far, so normal. However, we‘re assisting in breaking down the tissue while lifting, and that‘s what makes the lifting so much more effective.”

Lucas pretended to listen attentively, but wanted Ethan to hurry up.

“There‘s a second step where we remove the broken down tissue and give you something to help with the rebuild. It involves kind of a massage and it’s kinda rough but actually really nice I‘ve heard… It also stimulates your body’s own testosterone and other hormone production, making you feel great, supercharged and dominant for days and… some claim it even let’s your balls and dick grow bigger, not like those unnatural tiny-testicled roid junkies.”

“Sign me up,” Lucas repeated, staring at Ethan and daring him to object. Enough!

Ethan just shrugged. “Thought so,” he smirked and handed Lucas a pen and a board with a paper on it. “Sign here.”

After Lucas signed—who needs to read that stuff, he‘s seen the improv on Jazz—Ethan said, “Do you wanna start today? Do a full power workout and see me after for the massage therapy? I stress, it‘s an essential part, otherwise you will do real damage to your body!”

“Absolutely! I’ve got the time. Let‘s do this! Yes!” A rush of excitement hit Lucas. He could not swallow the pill that Ethan handed him fast enough.

“Ok, just continue your normal workout today, with a bit more oumpf. We can‘t take base measurements as you're already pumped, but see me next time before the workout. It‘ll be very quick, don‘t worry. Any changes from today, we can extrapolate back from later… We want you to get as big as possible as fast as possible. Got it?” He stared deeply into Lucas’ eyes.

“Yes, sir!” Lucas also shouted. He was giddy, rearing to go.

“Great!“ Ethan grinned wildly. “And now… hit the weights, stud, and be amazing!”

***

Lucas certainly was amazing and amazed that day. He absolutely smashed it. He sensed his muscles straining under the weights he was throwing around. Protesting, screaming at him. Take that fuckers! He felt energetic, like never before, pulverizing every personal record.

Once, Ethan went past and Lucas whispered to him, “That shit is awesome!”

Ethan looked around, making sure no one was watching, and whispered back in a conspiratorial voice, “Actually, most of that is just in your head. Our stuff only helps. If something is awesome here, it‘s you, stud! Keep going!“

Ethan stepped back and patted him on the sweat drenched shoulder. Pulling back his hand, he sniffed it, inhaling deeply, and quickly licked it while looking directly into Lucas’ eyes.

“And don‘t forget the feel good part later,“ he added with a wink.

Lucas just nodded. Uh, gross… kinky. Was that a flirt? But really, he actually didn‘t care. He‘d gladly suffer the antics of a harmless little twink if he continued to provide him with such great stuff… and Ethan was actually quite nice, even handsome a way.

He grinned as he attacked the weights again, without mercy.

***

Lucas just kept going that day. No routine was enough, there was always one more rep to do, but when he almost could not move anymore, he sensed someone looking at him. Ethan. He nodded in the direction of the side door, beckoning Lucas to go there.

Lucas got up with an effort and stumbled. Damn, did he kill it today! He didn’t realize. He’ll probably be sore for days and won‘t be able to hit the gym. Stupid, stupid, stupid!.

Shuffling through the door, Lucas staggered into the room. Ethan followed and, closing the door behind him, he pointed Lucas to the massage table.

“Now strip!”

Lucas was unsure, but Ethan explained. “I need access to your whole body, as you have trained each and every muscle group today. I can‘t make sure you get the best results if I don‘t have full access. I‘ve observed you today… you absolutely nailed it. Now let me do my part. Without it, you‘d sure have a few very painful days ahead of you. With my help, you‘ll be better than ’good as new’ tomorrow…“

Lucas felt a strange sensation. He was so tired, but also lightheaded. A massage with some relaxing music and a few lit candles sounded like heaven …

“Lay face down first. I‘ll put a towel over your cute butt and precious private parts while you‘re not used to it…”

Lucas couldn’t think straight. He really didn’t hear or mind the order. It sounded so inviting… and he had signed up for it… a free massage! Just what he needed.

Without thinking, he stepped out of his sweat drenched clothes, let them fall to the ground and lay on the table as instructed.

He barely registered how Ethan turned on soft meditation music, did not notice him lighting a few candles and was almost out when Ethan whispered into his ear: “Our first date, I’m such an old-fashioned romantic.“ A wet tounge lightly traced his earlobe.

The scent of sacrificial incense caressed Lucas‘ nostrils as his mind wandered barefoot on sunny ocean shores.

Ethan poured some warm, oily liquid on to his back, and even in his stupor, Lucas felt surprisingly strong hand squeeze and push on his muscles. He should have protested. Was that too hard? Was it relaxing at all? He should be hurting… but he was a big man. All was well. Warm waves of pleasure lapped at his body and he was drifting further away, swept peacefully into the land of dreams.

Everything was alright. He was an awesome stud. So meaty, so tasty. Strange thoughts, but everything was alright. He loved this.