Brandon Twice
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Big Freakin' Bullies (custom story for a patron)
🕑 Added 2019-10-02 23:38:50 +0000 UTCThis story's a custom story for a patron. Part 1 is the setup, part 2 (posted tomorrow) is when we get some juicy TF scenes. Hope you like!
Ty felt the rumbling in the gym floor before he noticed the metal plates on the weight rack rattling with each massive thud. When he saw Des, his new lifting partner, go white, he panicked. “Dude, is this an earthquake?” he said as he searched for the nearest doorframe.
Des, who had been about to bench, shook his head and closed his eyes. “No,” he said. It’s worse.”
The front doors to Global Gym burst open with so much force Ty was shocked they remained on their hinges. In walked two of the biggest men Ty had ever seen. Just a half hour earlier, when he came to Global Gym for the first time, he had remarked as he stared at the massive powerlifters and the bulging powerlifters that he didn’t know men could get so big. The two newcomers dwarfed even the most massive out on the gym’s floor.
Clearly it was these men’s massive footsteps that were causing the seismic disturbance. Each of them stood at least 6’6” tall, every inch of them bulging with such absurd amounts of muscle that their heads looked comically tiny in comparison. Ty couldn’t even begin to estimate their weights, but if someone had asked him to imagine what 500 pounds of muscle looked like, something the size of these very real men would have come to mind.
The two titans breezed right past the front desk without showing their membership cards. Ty wondered if they were so recognizable they didn’t need to be swiped in, or if they weren’t even members and the owners were too nervous to ask them to pay. The two monsters headed for the powerlifting section, where bull-thick no-necked men were hoisting massive weights from the floor with their beefy, chalked up hands. Even the bulky powerlifters, each the size of a large farm animal themselves, froze when these two behemoths approached.
“Who the hell are those guys?” Des asked. Ty just shook his head.
“They’re the reason I didn’t want you to come lift with me,” Ty whispered. “Zeus is the blonde pretty one. Thudd is the shorter dumber one. I don’t know what their real names are. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.”
Until that moment Des had been so blown away by their unbelievable size that he hadn’t considered the differences between the two. Both of them waddled around on tree-trunk-thick legs. Their huge backs flared out from a tiny waist. Their pecs, nearly four feet wide and two feet thick of solid bulging flesh, bounced with every step. Their hard nipples poked through their skin-tight tank tops. Their traps were mounded so high it looked like their torsos were trying to swallow their heads. Their arms, easily as big around as the beefy powerlifters’ waists, sat out at an angle; their lats were so huge and wide neither of these muscle gods had any hope of putting their arms down.
But now that Ty looked, he noticed slight differences. One was definitely a couple of inches taller (on men so huge a couple of inches barely made any difference) and had nicely coiffed blonde hair and an angular, shockingly beautiful face. Des had never seen cheekbones and a jawline quite so chiselled. His face seemed almost youthful--could this tremendous man be in his early 20s?
The other had a vacant stare in his eyes, a shaved head and a bulky, bloated face. He seemed to defer to “Zeus,” who led the way for the two of them. Ty saw a barbed-wire tattoo going around Thudd’s arm. What was it, three feet around?
“You guys just warming up?” Zeus taunted, nudging a bar loaded with over 700 pounds with his foot. The bullish powerlifters all kept their eyes low, stammering in response. Zeus reached down and hoisted the bar overhead; just minutes before, the biggest of the powerlifters had struggled to pull it from the floor just once. Zeus curled it and chuckled. “Man, when do you guys start using the big weights?” he said.
“Gotta get creative around here if you want to lift like the big boys!” Thudd said in a deeper, almost bovine voice. He sounded as dumb as he looked. He reached down and grabbed two of the powerlifters by their weight belts and curled them without even breaking a sweat. Ty couldn’t believe how these giants, in comparison, made otherwise overgrown men seem tiny in comparison.
Thudd dropped the two burly powerlifters on the floor unceremoniously as Zeus led them away.
“Jesus, does anyone ever stand up to them?” Ty asked.
“No,” Des responded. He put his hands over his face. “Nobody ever can.”
“Jeez, if they bother you so much, why not just join another gym?” Ty asked.
“They won’t let me,” Des said, his voice barely a whisper.
Ty didn’t want to probe further.
Zeus and Thudd headed over to the posing area, where a small cadre of bodybuilders stood, tanned and oiled, showing off their muscular development wearing only colorful posing trunks. All of the men froze as the two gigantic bullies approached.
“Aw, shit!” Zeus said. “We posing, bros? Showing off those gains? Let’s have a posedown!”
The biggest of the bodybuilders was a brick wall of human flesh, dark-skinned and hulking like an oversized anatomy chart. Thick veins ran along his rippling muscles and every movement made his unbelievable body flex and bulge like nothing Ty had ever seen before.
That is, until Zeus and Thudd stripped off their tanktops and yanked down their shorts. Each of them wore posing trunks underneath as if they’d planned to flex off at a moment’s notice. Ty’s eyes went wide at the sight of Zeus’ manhood, tightly packed into his white posing trunks. It had to be the size of a football with two grapefruit sized balls underneath. What the hell did that thing look like hard? Ty wondered.
Zeus thrust his groin forward, knocking the biggest bodybuilder off his feet with his obscene white bulge. “‘S’cuse me, little fella!” he laughed. “Sorry, bud, looks like you’re gonna need to bulk a little more before you can win a posedown with me!” He presented a mammoth arm, causing the smaller bodybuilder to sheepishly back away.
Meanwhile Thudd, in his dark green posers, knocked two more of the bodybuilders down as he hit a side chest pose. His pecs, now fully flexed, stood out like gigantic pumpkins. There was no way that beast could see his own colossal manhood, or even his feet, under that huge shelf of hard muscle.
“Just ignore them,” Ty suggested. “Just do your set.”
“I can’t,” Des said. “They’ll be over here next.”
The thudding in the ground grew more intense as, just as Des had predicted, Thudd and Zeus approached. Ty felt weak in the knees as he stared up at them from within their huge shadows. Zeus licked his lips as he looked down at Ty. “Who’s this little runt?” he asked.
“A fuckin’ bug,” Thudd said. With one hand he casually swatted Ty out of the way. Ty went flying like he had been hit by a wrecking ball. He wheezed on the ground, the wind knocked out of him. “Sorry, little rodent. We have business with your scrawny little buddy here!”
“Don’t apologize to bugs,” Zeus chided. “Good afternoon Des! How are you today?”
“Good…” Des said.
“Sorry little man,” Zeus said. “I can’t see you over my pec shelf.” He reached down and yanked Des off the bench. “Lemme hold you right… here…” he said, pressing Des into the cleavage between his huge pecs and then flexing them. Des groaned as the two pectoral muscles gripped him so tightly breathing became difficult, but he stayed their, held off the ground by Zeus’ chest. Ty wanted to do something to help his friend but as he rose to his feet, his knees wobbled and he sank to the ground again. One small gesture from Thudd had incapacitated him; what else could he do?
“Good,” Zeus said. “Now that we’re face to face… Thudd and I need a little… performance boost.”
Thudd chuckled. “That’s right, little buddy! We’ve got a photo shoot we’re gonna do and we need to look extra impressive, if you know what I mean!”
Ty couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He and Des had been friends for a year now--they had even dated a little bit when they had first met--but it sounded like these superhuman bullies got steroids from him. Des had never even smoked pot. This didn’t add up--although nothing had since these mammoths had stomped into their gym.
Zeus waddled toward the locker rooms with Des still trapped between his pecs. Thudd followed, whistling as he stomped away. The two beasts had to stoop down and squeeze themselves through the small door just to get into the locker room. But then, as the door closed, everyone resumed what they were doing. The powerlifters chalked up and went back to their massive lifts. The bodybuilders collected themselves and started posing again. All the regular gym-goers resumed their routines.
[continued in part 2]
