Working out's always had a strange fascination for me. I remember looking at pictures of bodybuilders as a teen and feeling a dangerous nervous chill that made my hair stand on end and settled deep in my gut in mysterious ways. It made me shut down my computer and vow not to look at them, but I always returned. And when I started working out after graduatin...
Warning: This story contains a lot of appendages and somewhat non-human erotic scenes. If you do not like this kind of fiction, please do not read further. And yes, if anyone got the reference, the methods described in this story allude to Orochimaru from Naruto, except in a more erotic way. Please feel free to leave any constructive comments below--they are...
I'm shaking as I approach the gate, palms slicked with cold sweat, heart slamming, stomach twisting. I'm really doing this, about to go through the gate—finally, after walking past it every day on my way to and from work, hearing the repeated clank of massive weights that would crush my slender frame, the deep manly grunts echoing in a massive chest, wrenche...
Push out. Relax. Tighten. Relax. Derek was working out, lifting weights, making his muscles even tighter and sexier. He was lying down on the bench, lifting weights, listening to workout music. He put the bar down and sat up, wiping away his sweat. Suddenly, a hand clamped down on his mouth, preventing him from yelling out. Derek's assailant beat his abdomen...
The next day I woke to find that I could barely walk from my workout. In particular, my thighs and ass were so sore and stiff so as to be almost immobile. As I waddled around the kitchen, Carlie arrived home from work. Carlie worked as a night-shift nurse and we generally saw eachother only in the mornings on days of the week that we both worked. "Hey Ba...
I'm sorry to say that when my friend tells me he's going to start working out, I laugh at him. "You? Lifting weights with a bunch of meatheads? Don't tell me you're going to start posting shirtless selfies on Instagram and all that." A husky, awkward guy with a big Greek nose and patchy facial hair, my friend rubs the back of his head with a cringe. He has...
"Now come over here, Rick," the host calls. "Stand right there." In nothing but a pair of bright blue shorts, I stand in the glare of the studio lights with the audience's eyes on my shredded torso. "Everyone, this is Rick." No it isn't. That name's just in the script. "Now check out those abs! Come on, give us a flex, Rick." I do, to an exaggerated chorus...
"Hello?" I answered the call on my cell phone. "Hello?" came the reply. I was startled. It was as though I was listening to my own echo, except that it sounded electronic and artificial. "Who is this?" I asked tentatively as I sat up from the couch, the leather creaking as I shifted my weight, shattering the still silence of the library in the house that Z...
Rick took a good look at the unconscious man the agents had brought down to his chamber. They had tied the culprit to the chair and left him to be dealt with. He couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty, Rick thought. His blond curls were matted to his forehead and his skin glistened with sweat; no doubt from the long questioning he had just endured f...
I'm an average guy, average in build, looks, and height, so I'm not exactly proud of my body. On top of that, I'm incurably shy, which explains why I'm still a virgin at 25. But the one thing I am actually proud of is my cock. It's pretty big, if I do say so myself, and best of all, I've always been able to cum really hard--I'm talking distance, volume, and...