Bod Mod

Chapter 3 - The Hunger

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Jordan was in the gym preparing for his next session with his clients. Since his transformation to a big muscleman, people in the gym -- both colleagues and gym goers -- couldn't stop gawking at him. He was the resident bodybuilder piece of eye candy. There was no shortage of glances and stares at his bulging muscles.

He had had to think of excuses for his sudden growth. One day he had been muscular yet lean and the next he had turned into a towering and hunky stud. He told them it was a new programme he was on; rare protein powders; tighter clothes. They had laughed it off with scepticism, but couldn't doubt the results with their eyes and even their touch. People weren't able to help themselves as they grabbed and caressed his new body, feeling the taut skin and bulging muscles beneath.

Jordan loved the newfound attention and worship of his body. He was handsome and had always done well with admirers, but the added popularity boosted his ego. It was clear to others as well as he looked at himself in the mirror. He gazed at the skintight long sleeve top that caressed his torso and arms like a second skin. The thin material circled his tight abs, showing the chiselled groves. His pecs hung heavily underneath the top, curving like two meaty chunks. His arms stretched the material, defining his thick biceps and forearms.

Turning, he posed, seeing his broad back and the powerful muscles below. All the noise of the busy gym around him was drowned out as he focused on his new body. His ass was perky and his legs were like tree trunks. Walking about he felt in charge and strong, commanding attention and feeling like he was the centre of the universe. It was a new feeling, something he had always craved. He didn't care if he was arrogant, he lapped it all up.

'Alright, muscle man. Come back to Earth,' someone said behind him. He hadn't heard his name being called. He turned to see his clients -- boyfriends Rick and Tom -- looking amused by his vanity.

'Sorry, guys. I was preoccupied,' he gave the two men a jovial handshake. They were two of his favourite clients: friendly, funny, always up for Jordan to push their limits, and not afraid to have a bit of extra fun with him.

'I can see that,' Rick laughed. 'So, when are you going to tell us your secret formula for how you ballooned?' he teased.

'What do you mean? This is all natural,' Jordan flexed a bicep. It was bigger than one of the other men's heads.

'Sure,' Tom raised an eyebrow sceptically. 'Well as long as you get us to where you are, we'll be happy.'

'Well boys, you better stop all this yapping and get started on this session then,' Jordan clapped his hands and ordered the men to begin their training, giving them advice and putting them through their paces.

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'Come on, give me five more,' Jordan yelled. He had been pushing the men on and on, not letting them give up under their protests to finish. Instead he egged them to continue through the pain and sweat.

'Uhh, I can't do any more,' Rick complained, collapsing onto his back and he finished one last sit up. Sweat was dripping down his head, dampening his neck.

'Me neither,' Tom held his head, breathing deeply. 'I'm done.'

Jordan knew when enough was enough. Truth be told, he had pushed them a lot further than he had expected, thinking they were done half an hour ago, so the session was a success in his books.

'Alright dudes, great session. Good job, grab some water, catch your breath and stretch as you warm down,' Jordan told them as he strolled away to refill his water bottle, winking at admiring men as he passed them.

When he rejoined the two men, they had completed their warm down and were getting ready to finish up.

'So, how are you boys doing? Interested in some extra work out?' Jordan grinned slyly at the couple.

'I couldn't do any more,' Tom wiped his brow.

'Babe,' Rick elbowed his partner. 'He means a different type of work out,' he had picked up on Jordan's insinuation immediately.

Tom took a beat and his eyes widened in sudden realisation. 'Uhh, sorry. Yes, I'd be up for that,' he smiled.

'Alright. Same place as usual,' Jordan told them. 'Follow me over in two minutes.'

The two men nodded in excited anticipation.

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A few minutes later and the supply closet at the back of the gym was hot with cloying sweat and hushed moans.

'Fuck yeah, swallow my big dick,' Jordan held Rick and Tom's heads as they kneeled at his feet, each licking a side of his cock. The couple passed their tongues down his long shaft, taking it in their mouths as they kissed each other intermittently.

It was a regular occurrence with Rick and Tom. They would have a heavy training session with Jordan and then if they had time they would conclude with a steamy session of fun in the supply closet. Jordan liked to have fun with some of his clients -- unknown to Luke -- but he didn't care. What his boyfriend didn't know, wouldn't hurt him, was his motto. His new body had rationalised his cheating even further as more offers for sex had materialised.

The couple noisily explored Jordan's new figure, like a brand-new shiny toy. Even before Jordan's new body, the couple had enjoyed having sex with him, but now they were hungrier with lust as they took in his built body, worshipping his muscles as they grabbed at him and licked him all over.

As he gazed down at the couple savouring every moment and inch of him like a God, Jordan couldn't help being pushed over the edge. The boost to his ego became intertwined with his sex drive and their craving and thirst for him was all he needed to climax as he orgasmed, sending ropes of hot cum over the couple's faces and moaning deeply.

They held their tongues out to take the cum as it flew down onto them, licking their lips and drinking it in. The men exhaled in pleasure.

'Good, boys,' Jordan patted their heads as the men licked the cum from his spent cock. 'Clean it up,' he sighed as he enjoyed the post-orgasm euphoria.