My name is Bryce. I realized at an early age that my looks could open doors for me. I also realized that my big cock could close the deal. Most people would call the way I looked as classic all-American good looks. When I graduated from high school I was 6'4" with blond hair and ice blue eyes. You know the kind of eyes that can pierce right through the soul. My body was naturally muscular so I never had to hit the gym. I would pop into the gym from time to time just to really get my abs to pop or to use the tanning booth. I had natural broad shoulders which extenuated my narrow hips and muscular legs. I was lucky on genetics there again too. I used my looks and my cock to get whatever I wanted. It served me well all the way through college. I graduated with honors and hardly ever attended any classes. Even though I was gay and knew I was gay most of my life, I slept with both men and women to get what I wanted.
I slept with most of the football team where I discovered my true passion. I loved to fuck bodybuilders. The bigger the better. I never met one that was too big for my tastes. I was very excited by the ones who had drug-induced themselves to look like a side of beef at a state fair. This led me to my first venture after college. I decided to open a gym. I wanted a full state of the art gym that was filled to the rafters with huge muscle heads. I wanted my pick of beef to fuck at any given time. For me to finance this proposition, I had to do what I do best. I would sleep with as many wealthy men and women to raise as much money as I could. This took about 6 months, but I finally had the money and was ready to begin.
In the next few months I would have my passion complete. I had a state of the art gym. When I say state of the art, I mean it was wired with cameras to spy on the guys in all areas of the gym. I hired specialists to make sure there were no areas I couldn't see. Besides huge muscle dudes, I needed to fuck guys with tiny cocks. I get off on humiliating bodybuilders with puny cocks or tall dudes with puny cocks. I got off on the humiliation. I made sure all the guys could get supplied with all the supplements they needed. I wanted them to blow up huge. I fucked a dude at a marketing company to do the marketing campaign for me. When I opened, I wanted the demand to be gigantic.
The gym was designed with all in mind. I had the weight room with all the state of the art equipment that any muscle head would die for. There were mirrors everywhere you looked. These guys needed instant gratification and I wanted them to be happy and huge. Remember, I wanted the guys with more muscles than brains.
The other half of the gym was for the regular folks. This would be equipped with everything to keep the hot guys and housewives happy. We had a staff of the hottest personal trainers to help them with everything. I designed the trainer outfits to cling to every muscle for the men and every curve for the women. The hotter they looked, the more they would sell. These customers were my cash cows. I needed them to foot the bills to keep the muscle heads happy and keep coming in.
I paid off some doctors in the usual way so we could keep the muscle heads happy with every type of growth inducer that you can think of. I hired nurses to be on staff to dispense the stuff, but designated them as personal trainers. Word would get around quickly.
The opening was a success. My staff signed a lot of full price contracts. The trainers did their jobs and sold even more personal training contracts. The day was lucrative. They would send the big guys to me to assess for special deals. If I get enough muscle heads to join, the word of mouth would do the rest. I wanted the gym filled with them. They sent me about 10 the first day to assess. And yes, I dressed the part too. Muscle tee that was clinging to my body and skimpy shorts with a jockstrap that pushed my package out in front. No one could help but look at my package. I made sure it was out front and proud. I walk like a lot of guys with a big cock. I walk cock first. It's in front so you can really get a good look at it.
I gave all the guys they sent me a free membership for 90 days. I told them to come back and see me after that and I might be able to extend it. None of them got me hot and bothered, but they had some potential if I could push them into some juice. I walked the gym a few times and said hello to everyone. It was going great. Later in the evening the front desk let me know I had another one to see. I turned on the monitor and gasped. This was it.
Standing at the desk and waiting was this hot and huge guy. Not gigantic yet, but he was well on his way. He was perfect for me. They sent him back. When he arrived, I got up from my desk and greeted him. Just like everyone else he looked me up and down and stopped for quite a while on my crotch. We shook hands. Even though I have big hands with long fingers, he had some big and meaty hands. This was looking more and more promising. He looked to be ex-military with a high and tight haircut and his posture. Oh yeah, I like those military grunts. They always take orders well. He looked to be about 6 feet tall and I would guess probably 260 or so. He was wearing construction boots and jeans that were stretched so tight around the muscles in his legs I thought the seams would rip. He was poured into a t-shirt that was stretched tight in the chest and the sleeves were pushed up high by the huge biceps. Yep, he is my type. I can only hope that he has a puny little dick stuffed in there. I looked for clues but with guys with legs that big it's hard to tell. He had black hair and dark piercing eyes. He was sporting a day or two of scruff.
I said as we shook hands, "Welcome. My name is Bryce and I'm the owner of the gym. And your name is?"
He answered, "My name is Jason."
I said, "Nice to meet you Jason. Did you get a tour of the facility?"
He replied, "No." So, I got up and waited for him to get a good look at my package and then motioned for him to follow me. We went to my weight room and showed him around. He seemed impressed. During the tour, I found out that he was an ex-Marine and now worked as a security guard. He worked odd hours so it's great that we are open 24 hours a day. I asked him what time he would be coming in usually and he replied that about this time every day. He liked to get in a 3-hour workout before starting work around the corner at midnight.
We returned to my office and I nonchalantly closed the door behind us. I asked him if he wanted anything to drink and he said an energy drink would be good. I pulled one out of the refrigerator and handed it to him. As we had more conversations about working out, he said his goal was to get as big as possible. He thought he had hit a plateau and needed an extra kick to put on some more size. I told him that we had a full staff that would help him with any kind of supplements that he would need. I told him, "I'm very interested in guys achieving their full potential by any means they need." I was smiling my pearly whites when I said this.
He said, "I like this gym, but I'm not sure I can afford such a high-end club like this."
That's all I needed to hear. I said, "I can offer some assistance to someone like you who is willing to do anything to get huge." As I said this I grabbed my big fat cock and gave it a couple of tugs. He looked at me like he didn't quite understand what I was saying. I guess he fits what I like with more muscle than brains.
In response, I decided to be blunter and said, "I have needs and one of those is getting my big dick serviced on a regular basis by someone built like you. I can supply you the gym and all the juice you want but you must suck my cock and take it up the ass when I ask. If you juice up and grow, the gym and the juice are free." I paused to wait for it to click into his brain.
He finally got it and he smiled and said, "That's fine. I've never sucked cock before but it's worth the price." And there we began our bargain.
We shook hands and I said, "Now strip for me. I want to see my prize." He pulled off his size 12 work boots and pulled that skin-tight shirt over his head. His chest was clipped but needed to be waxed. I'll send him to the spa for a waxing. He then literally tugged and pulled to get the jeans off. They were so tight on those monster legs. He stood there in only his briefs. They were stretched tight around his huge muscle butt. He was not shredded but he was big and full. His size was based on years and years of heavy lifting. Then I noticed what I had been waiting for. I hit the jackpot. His briefs were not bulging in front at all.
