Behind the Badge Part 3: From the Inside

Wyatt: ‘Uhh….why….no….stop’ *tosses and turns in his bunk* ‘I don’t want it….take it away….’

Roberto: ‘WAKE UP PRISONER!’

Wyatt: *jumps to his feet and nearly falls over* ‘Wha? Shit it happened again. Ahh crap I have already forgotten it.’

Roberto: ‘Time for you to shower.’ *throws a towel at Wyatt*

Wyatt: ‘Are you going with me?’

Roberto: ‘Of course, I have to it is my job.’

Wyatt: ‘I assume you are going to watch me take a shower?’

Roberto: ‘Just get out of your cell and follow me.’ *directs Wyatt to the showers*

Wyatt: ‘You are so cranky all the time.’

*silence*

Wyatt: ‘FINE! I don’t need to talk to you anyway.’

*takes his stripes off and showers* *Roberto takes a glimpse and smiles behind him* *Wyatt turns and Roberto wipes the smile off his face*

Wyatt: ‘You are watching me. Do you like what you see?’

*silence*

Wyatt: ‘Come on, admit you like my ass. Even though I am small, I know my ass is nice.’

*turns to look at Roberto to get a reaction as his cock stands up* *Roberto doesn’t make a move at all*

Roberto: ‘Do you mind putting your towel on please man?’

Wyatt: ‘Do I make you nervous? Come over and touch it, I want you to.’

*waits for Roberto to walk over, but he doesn’t budge* *Roberto points to the towel close to Wyatt and makes a motion to put it around his waist*

Wyatt: ‘Damn, you are tough.’ *puts towel on still with hard-on* ‘I need to relieve this somehow.’ *starts stroking, but Roberto waves his finger no*

Roberto: ‘NO! You won’t do that here, maybe in your cell, but not here. King would kill me if I let you do that here.’

Wyatt: ‘Wow, he has a lot of power here doesn’t he? Would something happen to you if you had sex with me, not that I would ask you to?’

*silence*

Wyatt: ‘You aren’t even going to answer? DAMN!’

Roberto: ‘Yeah I’ll answer that question and the answer is NO! King gave me instructions to make sure that you behave yourself until he gets back again and that means the sexual innuendo or anything okay?’

Wyatt: ‘Alright I get it, but this hard-on has to be relieved.’

Roberto: ‘Back to your cell then man. You can do it there, but you will clean up the mess, understand?’

Wyatt: ‘Yeah I understand.’

*they walk back to the jail area and Wyatt goes back into the cell* *Roberto closes the door and moves back to his original position with his arms crossed* *Wyatt pulls his towel off and remembers that he  left his stripes in the shower area*

Wyatt: ‘Shit I forget my clothes, can you get me some clean ones Roberto?’

Roberto: ‘Fine, I will be back shortly with some new ones then. Remember clean up the mess you make.’

*Roberto leaves as Wyatt starts stroking his cock* *he moans as it feels so good* *after a few strokes he feels a bit strange and doesn’t notice that his body shakes a little* *he stops stroking to get up and wipe some sweat from his brow* *he goes to lean on the cell door to catch his breath as he gets a slight pain in his back*

Wyatt: ‘OH GAWD, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG…..*

*he feels his back stretching a bit as his spine grows and he adds height* *his chest begins to heave as it begins to grow larger and fuller* *his grip on the cell bars begins to make them creak a little as his hands and forearms swell* *he sees the veins in both arms thickening and looking like ropes as they get denser* *he feels his legs moving further away from each other as his cock lengthens and points towards the floor*

Wyatt: ‘OHH YEAH *deeper voice* WHOA, IS THIS MY VOICE?’ *grabs throat*

*rubs his chest and notices huge mounds of flesh and a thick stomach before flexing his massive guns covered in huge veins* *he laughs a bit as he finds his huge ass and rubs it* *his horniness is quite apparent as his cock pools precum on the ground* *he strokes it rapidly and roars with pleasure as he feels a big load building already*

Wyatt: ‘MMMMM FEELS SO AMAZING….*

*he shoots an enormous rope out of his cell as it hits the window in front of it* *he coats it with thick spunk and feels himself getting slightly weaker*

Wyatt: ‘AHH DAMN *voice diminishes* fuck no!’

*shrinks with each rope as he regresses back to his normal size after completely cumming* *he wonders how this happened in the first place*

Wyatt: ‘Is this what those dreams were about? Hmmm….now I’m curious.’

*sits and ponders as he sits naked and waits for Roberto to return with his new stripes*

at the precinct

King: ‘Jamie how did it go with Monroe?’

*sits at a table with Jamison in the lunch room*

Jamison: ‘He obviously took the bait boss. The judge approved the contract without a second thought. It almost seemed too good to be true.’

*smiles from both men*

King: ‘Excellent job Jamie, I will talk to you later when I get to the bar.’

*gives Jamison a firm handshake and leaves the lunch room*

*cell phone rings, King answers*

King: ‘King here. What are you talking about? *pauses* I did exactly what I intended to do. *seems flustered* I don’t think you need to talk to me like that. *gets more angry* Well why don’t you come down here and run the department then, jeezus crimony.’ *hangs up*

*stomps into his office and sits down to vent to himself* *wonders if things down in the jail are going well and contacts Roberto on his cell*

King: ‘Roberto? Where are you?’

Roberto: ‘Sir, I needed to go get the prisoner a new set of stripes, he showered and forgot to get a fresh set afterwards.’

King: ‘Oh alright, but don’t leave him unattended very long, it is hard to tell what he may do next.’

Roberto: ‘I know sir, I am on my way back now.’

King: ‘Good, we need him to trust us here because otherwise I may get myself into some trouble.’

*hangs up on Roberto and gets up to shed his dress shirt* *closes the blinds to his office and locks his door* *he stares into a mirror in the corner of his office and bounces his huge pecs*

King: ‘Mmmmm damn Marquez, you are looking fine my man. If I stand here too long I just might get off on myself.’

*starts to rub his thick chest and growls a little*

King: ‘Phew, I just can’t help myself.’

*undoes his belt and unzips his dress pants and pulls them off* *flexes his huge quads and marvels at their thickness and power* *growls again as he pulls his underwear off and does a full body flex*

King: ‘Ahh yeah I am looking so hot.’

*pinches his nipples and growls a little louder* *watches his huge cock get erect and bounce up and down before dripping a little precum*

King: ‘COME ON MARQUEZ I KNOW YOU CAN SHOOT THAT LOAD.’

*wills his cock to cum without touching it as it squirts more precum this time on to the mirror*

King: ‘YEAH RAWR, COME ON BIG MAN I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT. COME ON!’

*his cock begins to swell a little bigger as if it is about to grow* *he roars as he feels it building and drawing closer to the edge*

King: ‘FUCK YEAH, OH YEAH, SHOOT THAT HUGE LOAD MARQUEZ. AWWW FUCK!’

*solid white ropes coat the entire mirror as he laughs at the sheer force it commands* *he moves the mirror into the nearby bathroom as he hears a knock on the door* *he races to put his outfit back on before he opens the door*

King: ‘Just a minute, I need to get something done before I can help you.’

Ashe: ‘YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I AM CALLING THE MAYOR!’

*realizes it is Ashe, the current city council chairman and former lover and gets up to open the door before he buttons up his dress shirt*

King: ‘Eddie, what a pleasant surprise I…..’ *Ashe interrupts*

Ashe: ‘Jerking off again Marc? Yep, I see the fucking puddle over here, when will you grow up? I feel sorry for your coworkers here. What a sty this is.’

King: ‘Well hello to you too. What brings you here today?’ *sits down in his chair while Ashe stands by the door*

*Ashe looks irritated*

Ashe: ‘Really? You do know I keep tabs on everything you do here. We do fund this department after all.’

King: ‘So…..is there a problem?’

*Ashe stares at him with that same irritated look* *King smiles and bounces his pecs*

Ashe: ‘The money Marc. Where is the money going that we are giving you?’ *King bounces his pecs faster* *Ashe gets pissed* ‘STOP DOING THAT!’

King: ‘You used to always like it when I did that.’

*Ashe goes over to an empty chair and hesitates* *Decides to remain standing*

Ashe: ‘I want answers right now damnit! What are you doing with….’ *King interrupts*

King: ‘Research. We are using it on research……for the department.’ *Ashe looks puzzled*

Ashe: ‘What? Are you kidding me? I want more specifics. What is this research that you are going on about?’

King: ‘Guys are getting hurt out in the field quite a bit so we started up a new program to look into a way to boost their performance and help prevent injuries.’

Ashe: *seems confused* ‘I don’t know what to think about that. You don’t normally lie to me so I guess I could buy that. Send me a copy of this ‘research program’ and I will talk to the council about sending you more funds.’ *stares at King’s chest and smirks*

Ashe: ‘I admit, you do look amazing Marc. Are you on this program?’

King: *smiles and even laughs a little* ‘Maybe. Do you think it is working?’ *flexes his bicep and watches as it stretches his sleeve to its limits* ‘Keep watching…..’ *he squeezes his bicep until the sleeve splits*

Ashe: *rolls eyes* ‘You haven’t changed at all dumbass. I will talk to you later.’ *leaves the office and closes the door*

King: *talks to himself* ‘Hmmmm…..I didn’t think I would have feelings for Wyatt already. He is such a prime candidate for this program. I just wonder when he will start to show any type of transformation.’

*sits back in his chair and sighs* *he wonders if he will have to make a choice in the future of whether or not to let go of Wyatt or become his partner*

at a lab institution

Chemist: *looks under microscope* ‘Hmmm….doesn’t seem right….Wincott where did this sample come from?’

Wincott: ‘Doctor I think it was sent here from the SVU department. Do you need me to call them and find out who it belongs to?’

Chemist: ‘Hold on a minute, I think I am getting some reaction here.’

*reaches for dropper filled with fortified sperm* *squeezes a little onto the slide*

Chemist: ‘WHOA, Wincott get over here.’

Wincott: ‘Okay, what do you have there doctor?’

Chemist: ‘A delayed reaction is what we have here, take a look.’ *moves to allow his assistant to take a peek*

Wincott: ‘Wow, this prisoner’s cells reacted violently when the sperm came in contact with them. Whose sperm is this anyway?’

Chemist: ‘Hmmm looks like Marquez King. How long has he been in the program?’ *checks logbook for verification*

Wincott: ‘Quite a long time I imagine doctor.’

Chemist: *confirms date of entry* ‘Indeed Wincott. Sixteen years precedes the program by a mile. Wait? Sixteen years?’ *eyes get huge* ‘How is this possible?’

Wincott: ‘He would have had to of been a test subject to be from 1997, quite young in fact.’

Chemist: ‘We really need to talk to him because this is unreal.’

Wincott: ‘Wait doctor.’ *looks concerned* ‘It may not be wise to interfere in ‘his’ matters.’

Chemist: *seems confused* ‘Exactly who are you talking about Wincott?’

Wincott: *looks worried* ‘The headmaster doctor. He is the one responsible for starting this whole program. He has a small clan of men recruiting petty criminals so they can be experimented on. Obviously Marquez King is one of those men.’

Chemist: ‘Well, we have his sperm here Wincott and it is extraordinarily powerful. I still think we should talk to him. Get me an appointment to see him tomorrow.’

Wincott: *grabs cell phone* ‘Fine, but I won’t be involved in this. You are going to get yourself into a mountain of trouble doctor.’ *dials SVU* ‘I would like to speak to Officer King please.’ *transfer into King’s office* *King answers*

King: *picks up office phone* ‘Who is this?’

Wincott: ‘Officer King, I am Devin Wincott from Sierra Labs. The head scientist of my research department would like to speak to you about your ‘sample’ you had sent to us for study. He wants to see you in person though.’

King: *smiles and makes a funny noise* ‘I almost forgot I sent that, sure I will speak to him. When does he want to come here?’

Wincott: ‘Tomorrow sir. Is this possible?’

King: ‘Sure, but I will have to go to a few meetings first. He can contact me in the late afternoon, I can’t give you a specific time because these meetings can sometimes last longer than they should.’

Wincott: ‘I will let him know officer, have a great day then.’ *clicks cell off as King hangs up*

Chemist: ‘I heard what you said. Thank you Wincott for your assistance, your shift is over now I will talk to you tomorrow.’

*Wincott leaves the lab area and goes into the scrubs section* *someone follows him inside* *he turns and sees them staring at him* *he looks surprised, but not frightened*

Wincott: ‘How did you get in here? I thought they took your credentials away from you?’

*the person sits down on a bench located across from the scrubs rack* *they start to speak*

Person: ‘Don’t worry about me getting in here, I just need to know what Dr. Chizik is working on right now.’

Wincott: ‘He is using a sample from the SVU department and it contains some really powerful sperm too.’

Person: ‘Whose is it? Come on, you can tell me Devin we have a history you know.’

Wincott: ‘His name is Marquez King. He runs SVU and has some strong connections.’

Person: *keeps a straight face* ‘Thank you Devin I appreciate your cooperation.’ *hugs Wincott as he stands and even kisses him on the lips* ‘You know I really miss the good old days of us together in medical school.’

Wincott: ‘I miss them too Corbin. Is that all you needed was to know what Dr. Chizik was working on?’

Corbin: ‘Yes and I may be paying him a visit soon too.’ *turns to leave*

*Wincott changes out of his scrubs and into civilian clothes* *Corbin walks out of lab facility and into his tinted car* *he dials a number on his cell and Bluetooth picks up call*

Corbin: *speaks into Bluetooth* ‘Get me the headmaster. I need to speak to him.’

Computer: *HEADMASTER WALLACE FOUND*

Corbin: ‘Sir are you there? This is Corbin Abrams.’

Headmaster: ‘It is about time you called me Abrams, what do you have for me?’

Corbin: ‘I got into Sierra Labs again. My ex, Devin Wincott is working with a chemist that has obtained a sample of an officer by the name of Marquez King, do you know him?’

Headmaster: ‘Hmmm Marquez King, I think I do Abrams. I want you to find out exactly what that chemist is doing with that sample and find out why that officer sent it to him in the first place.’

Corbin: ‘I will do that for you sir. Oh, I want to know when I will be privileged enough to enter the program.’

Headmaster: *pauses and laughs* ‘Don’t worry Abrams, your time will come. Just get to the bottom of this for me and we will go from there.’

Corbin: ‘Alright, it is an honor to serve you headmaster.’

Headmaster: ‘I am fortunate to have someone loyal like you too Abrams. I need you to hang up before someone tracks this call unless you are in the ‘car’.’

Corbin: ‘I am sir, but I will hang up anyway.’

Headmaster: ‘Good, get going then.’

Computer: *PHONE CALL ENDED*

*Corbin drives off* *Headmaster Wallace stands in his study in his lakeside mansion*

Wallace: *hears a knock on his door* ‘Come in and it better be good.’

Wife: ‘Edward, do you even care that our son is incarcerated for hitting that man?’

Wallace: ‘He has always fumbled through life Colette. It is time for him to figure out how to deal with something of this magnitude. Besides I’m not that worried about him.’

*Colette slams the door* *Wallace goes to look out onto his huge balcony and stares out into the lake* *he talks to himself*

Wallace: ‘That boy doesn’t realize how special he is. I just hope that King doesn’t fuck this up or I will have to get rid of him permanently.’ *rolls his right hand over his face and silver beard*

Wallace: ‘I sometimes wonder if all of this was really worth it. I mean I haven’t used the stuff for years.’ 

*realizes he is just talking to himself and smiles* ‘What am I doing? If that woman hears me saying this shit, she will fuck it up for good.’

*turns to go back inside the study and shuts the doors and closes the blinds*

Behind the Badge Part 2: Under Arrest

Wyatt: ‘Ahh shit! I’m sorry Mr. Abrams. You have to know I didn’t mean to hit your assistant like that.’

Corbin: ‘This is it for you Wyatt! That policeman said you deserved another chance, but he was wrong. You are fired and in fact I am calling that precinct right now!’

*picks up office phone and dials precinct*

Wyatt: ‘WHAT!? NO? SERIOUSLY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO HIT HIM!’

Corbin: ‘You sit your ass down in that chair young man right now. They will be here shortly.’

*puts phone down and stands in front of his office door*

*silence* *several minutes pass and someone knocks on door* *Abrams opens the door*

Corbin: ‘Ahh officer, I gave him another chance like you said and he failed miserably. He assaulted my assistant Monroe.’ *points at Wyatt*

King: ‘I see. Well I will take care of this then.’ *walks over to Wyatt and pulls him up from his feet*

King: ‘Put your hands behind your back…..I SAID BEHIND YOUR BACK!’

Wyatt: ‘Alright, alright I get it. Sheesh!’ *puts hands behind back and King pulls them tight to cuff him*

King: ‘No attitude, this isn’t on the freeway genius.’ *pushes Wyatt out of the room* ‘He won’t be a problem anymore.’

Corbin: ‘Well he isn’t coming back here anyway.’ *slams office door*

Wyatt: ‘Seriously I didn’t do…..’ *King cuts him off*

King: ‘Man, you really need to try and behave yourself. You are going to get yourself in a lot of trouble you know.’ *goes down elevator with Wyatt in front of him* *puts arm on his shoulder* *Wyatt moves forward*

King: ‘WYATT, GET THE FUCK BACK WHERE YOU WERE RIGHT NOW!’

*Wyatt rushes back* *King puts both arms on his back*

King: ‘DON’T YOU FUCKING MOVE YOU SEXY MANBOY!’ *Wyatt sweats as the gargantuan officer pushes all 300 pounds of him on top of the 175 pound man*

*elevator opens and the two men slowly walk out the front entrance of the building* *King opens the side door to the same cruiser as before and pushes Wyatt inside* *he closes the door and gets in the driver side door*

King: ‘NO FUCKING TALKING WYATT, YOU HEAR ME?’

Wyatt: ‘Uhhh yeah…..’ *King interrupts*

King: ‘WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?’ *reads Wyatt his Miranda rights*

*they arrive at the precinct and King yanks Wyatt out of the car**he directs him inside and takes him into an interrogation room*

King: ‘SIT DOWN DUMBASS!’ *pulls a chair up for Wyatt and plops him in it* *he undoes his handcuffs*

King: ‘PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE TABLE.’ *Wyatt does it quickly* ‘Now I want to know why you would assault your boss’s assistant.’

Wyatt: ‘He was making fun of me because I was always getting yelled at by my boss so I decked him.’

King: ‘You know you can’t do that Wyatt. You end up sitting him in front of me. Now I have to charge you with assault.’

Wyatt: ‘Aw come on, can’t we do what we did last time?’ *smiles and then winks at King*

King: ‘And what did we do last time exactly little man?’ *nods his head at Wyatt and gets him to notice the camera* *Wyatt realizes what he means and shuts up*

*knock on the door*

Broughton: ‘Officer King, the assistant is here for questioning.’

King: ‘Okay, give me a minute. You don’t move a muscle little man, I will be back shortly.’ *gets up and leaves the room*

*thirty minutes pass as Wyatt nearly falls asleep* *King opens the door and pounds on the table*

King: ‘HEY DON’T YOU SLEEP ON ME!’ *smiles and takes his uniform jacket off* *he unbuttons the first two buttons which expose his mammoth pecs* *Wyatt stares straight at them* ‘EYES ON ME MANBOY!’ *Wyatt has trouble concentrating but manages to look into King’s eyes*

King: ‘So, he told me everything and I think he has a case…..but I also think we can resolve this somehow. This Monroe fella is a bit douchy, but I still don’t see a reason for you to punch him like you did. You left a major bruise on his face.’

Wyatt: ‘Don’t I get a say in this? I mean geez…..’

King: ‘Sure, but I figure you will embellish it so give it your best shot manboy.’

Wyatt: ‘Well like I said…..’ *King stops him and gets behind him* *he whispers something in his ear*

King: ‘The camera is off now. You can make a deal with me if you want, but I will make the final decision Wyatt.’

*Wyatt turns his head and smiles* *King walks over to a corner and stands with his arms crossed*

King: ‘So what will it be there sir, want to make a deal or not?’

Wyatt: ‘I don’t know what you mean by deal? Is this another favor?’

King: ‘Well it could be, but you will have to sacrifice a little bit of freedom. Are you willing to do that man?’

*Wyatt goes to stand up but King motions for him to remain seated* *The young man looks bewildered* *King winks at him and bounces his pecs strained in his shirt*

King: ‘Well, what’s it going to be little man? Deal or no deal?’

Wyatt: ‘I am going to say yes, but I don’t know what you are up to officer?’

King: ‘You said yes, so I am going to cuff you again.’

*gets his cuffs out and makes a motion for Wyatt to put his hands behind his back again* *Wyatt does so as King walks over and cuffs him again*

King: ‘GET UP! FOLLOW ME WYATT.’

*King takes him down the hall to a room with a double-sided mirror* *He shows Wyatt that the people in the other room can’t see them* *Wyatt recognizes the guy being interviewed as Monroe*

King: ‘Yep, that is the assistant you assaulted. Looks pretty banged up too, but you did something bold. You gave up something you didn’t have to man and I like that.’

Wyatt: ‘Why is he still here anyway? I thought you were done with him?’

King: ‘Well Wyatt, I’m not just a traffic cop, I’m also in charge of the SVU here, so I can tell my partner in there, Jamison, to offer him a deal to drop charges against you.’

Wyatt: ‘Whoa really?’ *ponders for a few seconds* ‘Wait, what is the catch?’

King: *smiles and tenses his arms* ‘You have already done part of it Wyatt. You will be spending a few days here in the jail. I will take you down there in a few minutes, but first I want you to hear the deal.’

*King opens the com system to the other room*

King: ‘Jamie, I want you to offer him a deal.’

Jamison: ‘I’ll get to it now boss. Just give me a few moments.’ *opens his folder and pulls out the contract* ‘I am willing to offer you a monetary reward in exchange for dropping charges.’

*Monroe grabs the document and skims through it* *his eyes get really large and he grins*

Monroe: ‘WOW, I am really surprised. He didn’t even break any bones and I could get this amount of money? Where is the pen, I am sold?’ *takes pen and signs off on the contract*

Jamison: ‘It is a done deal boss. Looks like this case will be over very soon.’

King: ‘Thank you kindly Jamie, you can take Mr. Monroe to the courtroom now please.’

*turns com off and turns to look at Wyatt*

Wyatt: ‘So I serve a few days and…..then what?’ *looks confused*

King: ‘Then you will be free of course, but the money is substantial and you will have to volunteer for a program of your choice, see it as a type of community service.’

Wyatt: ‘Hmmm okay, well since I am not working now it might not be a bad thing.’

King: ‘Sure, you may even enjoy it a lot. I need to take you down there now.’

*grabs Wyatt’s arm and pulls him along* *they walk through the precinct down the stairs into the jail* 

*Wyatt looks a little scared but King keeps him close by*

King: ‘It’s alright man, you won’t be alone much. I’ll be by sometimes to talk to you, but that guard down on the end, Roberto, will have to suffice for now.’

Wyatt: ‘Umm okay, I hope I am by myself.’

King: ‘Yes you will, no sharing cells here.’ *gets to Wyatt’s cell and opens the door* *takes his cuffs off and pushes him inside* *closes the door behind him and stands there*

King: ‘Now I will be back in a bit, I have paperwork to do so in the meantime Roberto will keep you company. BEHAVE!’ *walks back the other way as Wyatt looks on*

*Wyatt stares at the stone-faced Puerto-Rican who* *starts whispering to himself*

Wyatt: ‘UGH! How did I get myself into this and what is he going to do with me I wonder? Oh well, I guess I will sleep for a bit.’ *lays down to sleep*

*two hours pass and Wyatt is awakened by Roberto*

Roberto: ‘HEY YOU, FEEDING TIME!’ *he hands Wyatt a menu which surprises him*

Wyatt: ‘Wow, I get to choose the food? Cool.’

Roberto: ‘Count yourself lucky muchacho. You have friends in high places.’

Wyatt: ‘I’d say, I wonder if officer King did this?’ *chooses the chicken with rice meal*

Roberto: ‘I will bring you the food shortly. NO SLEEPING!’ *he walks down the hall and hands the order to another guard*

*Wyatt sits and waits* *Roberto returns to stand across from his cell*

Wyatt: ‘So can I talk to you?’ *silence* ‘Great no conversation.’ *silence* ‘How long is this…..’ *Roberto talks*

Roberto: ‘SHUT UP MUCHACHO AND WAIT OKAY? YOUR FOOD WILL BE HERE SOON.’

*after a few more minutes Roberto walks away and is holding a tray* *it is steaming as Wyatt catches the aroma and sighs* *he hands it to Wyatt*

Roberto: ‘Here I suggest you savor it because it will probably be the only good meal you get here.’

Wyatt: ‘I will Roberto.’

*he starts eating slowly* *Roberto turns his head in the other direction as he eats*

Wyatt: ‘Come on talk to me, I need something to do besides eat.’

Roberto: *groans* ‘I am not allowed to talk to you muchacho. Officer King will be here soon, why don’t you just hold your tongue until he gets here again.’

Wyatt: ‘You are no fun. I guess I will wait, at least I know he will talk to me.’ *finishes eating and hands the tray back to Roberto*

*the guard walks off and disappears around the corner* *there is no guard around at that moment which makes Wyatt a little uncomfortable* *he finally gives up and goes to lay down for a bit* *the sound of a door opens* *Wyatt dozes off*

Wyatt: *dreaming* ‘Wha…..errrr…..uhhhh…..I don’t want to drink it, it tastes bad. Ewww…..stop doing that….no I don’t want it. *makes shoving motion as he sleeps* Please……stop….’ *King shakes him to wake him up*

Wyatt: *jumps up* ‘AHH, oh sorry officer.’

King: *looks concerned* ‘You okay man. I could hear you down the hall and wondered what the hell was going on.’

*Wyatt notices that King is wearing a tight tank showing off his bulging muscles and little black shorts*

King: *sits beside him and puts his arms around him* ‘See something you like little man. Why don’t you tell me about your dream first?’

Wyatt: ‘Well…..I can’t remember now sorry.’

King: ‘It’s okay Wyatt, why don’t you lay on my lap for a minute.’

*Wyatt leans over and lays his head directly on top of the officer’s huge rod laying in his shorts* *Wyatt feels it throbbing wildly and reaches to pet it* *King moans as Wyatt rubs his face on it* *King pulls his shorts off and pushes Wyatt’s face on it* *He gobbles it down and starts sucking rapidly*

King: ‘Mmmmm feels good man, I am really starting to like you a lot Wyatt.’

*Wyatt feverishly sucks making King start to growl as he pulls the young man’s stripes off* *King picks him up from his legs and turns him so he can swallow Wyatt’s cock* *Wyatt moans deeply as the officer moves slowly but steadily back and forth getting a rhythm going*

Wyatt: *stops sucking* ‘OHH GAWD OFFICER, FEELS SO AMAZING.’ *goes back to sucking again*

King: *feels his cum starting to move up into his cock* ‘YEAH WYATT MMMMM KEEP GOING MAN, KEEP GOING, ALMOST THERE, OHH FUCK, RIGHT THERE MAN, RIIIIGGGHHHTTTT THERE, YES!!!!!!!’ *spills his seed down Wyatt’s face and deep inside his throat*

Wyatt: *licks his lips* ‘OH officer, it tastes so good.’

King: ‘Call me Marc Wyatt, we are beyond just acquaintances now. Now fucking feed me you sexy man.’

Wyatt: ‘I’ll try Marc.’ *feels it building in his balls as Marc increases his intensity two-fold*

King: ‘Mmmmm yeah come on little man, I know you have a big one in there somewhere. *rubs Wyatt’s balls* Let go hot stuff, I want your hot cum in my body.’

Wyatt: ‘I….uhhh….shit….here it comes…..’

*King stops sucking and sticks his tongue out as Wyatt’s thick cum shoots directly into his throat* *King growls and pounds the bed as he swallows his spunk* *Wyatt moans slowly as the officer swallows every drop of cum* *He turns Wyatt around and kisses him on the lips and holds him tightly* *Wyatt pulls King’s tank off and kisses his chest*

King: *looks into Wyatt’s eyes* ‘I do believe you are starting to get comfortable with me little man. I know I like spending time with you.’

Wyatt: ‘I can’t seem to help myself Marc. You are insanely hot and I just want to continue having sex with you.’

King: ‘Then have sex with me Wyatt. Do what you want, I won’t stop you.’

*Wyatt goes back to worshipping King’s swollen pecs* ‘He bounces them as Wyatt licks each one* *The young man toys with King’s nipples which makes his growl again* *His cock starts bouncing uncontrollably*

King: ‘Wyatt…..man…..you are making want to fuck you really bad.’

*pauses for a few seconds, grabs Wyatt and pushes him down on his cock* *Wyatt squeals as King’s thick cock spreads him wider* *The sensation is so amazing that Wyatt sprays King’s chest* *King reaches down and spreads his finger in the cum before putting it on his tongue* *he smiles and moans as he picks up speed on Wyatt*

King: ‘OHHHHH FUCKKKKKK YEAHHHHHH MANNNN *moves even faster* I WANT TO FUCKING SHOOT IN YOU SO BAD.’

*King feels it building in his balls and slows his tempo down just enough to squeeze each jet into Wyatt’s intestines* *Wyatt moans long and deep as King thrusts jet after jet inside him holding him tight to his chest*

Wyatt: *sighs* ‘Ohh officer, feels so good. I haven’t felt like this in ages. Thank you for making me feel like a man again.’

King: *holds him tight* ‘I feel a connection with you Wyatt. I don’t quite know what it is, but I can feel it.’

Wyatt: *rubs King’s thick arms and kisses the peaks on his biceps* ‘I am beginning to fall for you I think. I don’t really know why either.’ *leans into his chest as King rubs his head*

King: ‘I promise you won’t be in here long. I need to get out of here before someone catches me fraternizing with the inmates. I will talk to you soon man.’ *waves goodbye and races out of the cell in just his underwear that he just put on*

Wyatt: *talks to himself* ‘What is going on in my head? That dream earlier seems to be resonating somehow now.’ *puts his stripes back on* ‘I guess I should try to sleep again. Not going anywhere anytime soon.’ 

*lays back down* ‘I am afraid to sleep, but I am tired.’ *closes his eyes* ‘I feel….so….funny…..’ *passes out*

Behind the Badge Part 1: The Traffic Stop

Wyatt:  ‘Ahh damnit, I’m late for work again. Stupid damn lights, I don’t have time for this. Why does the speed limit have to be so low on this freaking road? UGH! Man, I hope there are no cops anywhere close to me. Hmmm, I think I am going to chance it.’

*sirens whizz past his car*

Wyatt: ‘Ahh whew! I thought they were going to stop me, so far so good. *looks at dash for time* Oh fuck, my boss is going to kill me if I am late again. Where is my damn phone? *takes eyes off road for a few seconds and flies through light barely missing another car* OH SHIT! GAWD DAMN! I have got to stop doing that. Hmm, maybe if I can call him he will listen to me. *dials workplace number* Get me Corbin please I need to talk to him.

*Bluetooth picks up call*

Corbin: ‘Who is this? Wyatt if you are late one more time young man, you won’t have a job to come to anymore.’

Wyatt: ‘Sir I seriously had no idea I was late. I promise it won’t happen again, I know I shouldn’t be late, but I have been having problems lately with my health and I end up oversleeping a lot. Can you cut me a break?’

*Corbin sighs*

Corbin: ‘My gawd son, you can’t expect me to believe that can you? I mean, I’m not that much older than you. Like I said before, one more chance and that’s it.’

*sirens getting closer* *Wyatt realizes there is a cruiser behind him*

Wyatt: ‘I need to get off here now boss. I don’t want to get distracted any more than I already am. I will talk to you shortly.’

Corbin: ‘Fine man, just get here as soon as possible. I promised your father you would be a fine worker, you just need to get your priorities together.’

*Wyatt pulls over to the side of the road*

Wyatt: ‘Goodbye Mr. Abrams.’

*Cruiser parks and a very large policeman steps out of his vehicle* *he is wearing a skin tight uniform which shows off all of his muscles* *he is wearing sunglasses and appears to have a black beard* *the first thing that Wyatt notices are his gigantic biceps looking quite vascular*

Wyatt: ‘Oh shit, he is enormous. I can’t let myself look nervous or he will definitely give me a ticket or something.’

*officer walks to the back of Wyatt’s car and stops*

Wyatt: ‘What is he doing? Damnit I can’t believe I am so careless.’

Officer: ‘Sir, can you please stop moving for me, I don’t want to draw my firearm.’

Wyatt: ‘Oh crap, yes officer I am holding still now.’

Officer: ‘Put your hands on the steering wheel for me then sir.’

Wyatt: ‘Yes sir.’ *hands on wheel*

Officer: ‘Sir, you forgot to turn your car off.’

Wyatt: ‘You said to put my hands on the wheel and I did.’

Officer: ‘I realize that, but you should have turned your car off when you parked.’

Wyatt: ‘Okay.’ *takes right hand and turns ignition off*’I did it.’

Officer: ‘Thank you sir. Now I am coming up to your window.’

*officer walks slowly as Wyatt cranes his neck to look at his uniform*

*officer stops at his window and sighs*

Officer: ‘License and registration please.’

Wyatt: ‘Ummm….’

Officer: ‘You can take your hands off the wheel now.’

Wyatt: ‘Thank you.’ *rummages in glove compartment and finds registration*

*quickly pulls out wallet and drops it in the floor*

Officer: ‘Long morning man. You are way too nervous.’

Wyatt: ‘Yeah sorry, I got started late today.’ *tries to reach for wallet*

Officer: ‘Take your time sir.’

Wyatt: *grabs wallet and hits head on wheel* ‘Ouch, fuck that hurts.’ *rubs head*

Officer: *smirks a bit* ‘Just give me your license buddy and I will move this along for you.’

Wyatt: *hands him his license*

Officer: ‘Stay put and I will be back in a minute.’

*Wyatt watches him turn and walk back to his cruiser* *His huge firm ass hugs his uniform perfectly and makes him moan loudly* *The officer stops and turns* *Wyatt mutters under his breath, ‘Ah damn’* *the officer comes back to the car*

Officer: ‘Sir, is there something you need to say to me?’

Wyatt: ‘Uh no officer, I was talking to myself sorry.’

*Wyatt looks over and notices his nametag says King* *King takes his sunglasses off and shows his deep brown eyes to him*

King: ‘Sir, step out of the car now.’

Wyatt: ‘Yes officer. I am…..’ *King stops him*

King: ‘Be quiet. What is your name? *looks at license*.....Wyatt…..Williams…..that is an interesting name. Well Wyatt, come to the back of your car and spread your legs out to the side for me.’

*They walk to the back of his car and he does*

King: ‘Lean forward for me Wyatt so I can search you.’ *King puts his gloved hands on his back and starts to search his pockets and even quickly touches Wyatt’s crotch*

*Wyatt moans a little too loudly*

King: ‘Wyatt did you just moan when I did that? Turn around.’

*Wyatt turns around and feels King pushing him against the car* *The huge officer moves his face in on his and gives him a mean look* *Wyatt starts to shake* *King smiles and backs off*

King: ‘Wyatt I need to put you in the back of my cruiser while I check your information. Now you are going to be good right. Puts your arms behind your back so I can cuff you.’

Wyatt: ‘But I haven’t done anything wrong here officer. Why….’ *King interrupts*

King: ‘I saw everything Wyatt. You nearly wrecked another car and you were speeding. Don’t give me some ridiculous story. I want to let you off on this, but you aren’t making it easy. Give me your arms sir.’

*Wyatt turns back around and places his arms behind his back* *King cuffs him and pushes him back to his cruiser* *He opens his side door and puts Wyatt inside* *He slides into his driver side door and closes it* 

*He starts to type in Wyatt’s information while Wyatt groans*

Wyatt: ‘I don’t get this. Why am I in the back of this cruiser?’

King: ‘You need to shut up man. I need to focus here for a minute.’

*Wyatt’s mind wanders for a minute as he begins to stare at King’s huge back straining in his jacket* *Wyatt moans again and it makes King laugh in his manly voice*

King: ‘You are clean Wyatt. I guess I will only write you a ticket.’

Wyatt: ‘Ahh come on, I am already late for work. I don’t need a ticket, please can I get a warning or something?’

King: ‘Wyatt, I have another idea. I think you will like it too.’ *sound of a zipper going down**he sheds his jacket to reveal his massive back*

Wyatt: ‘Umm, OH…..’ *he moans again* *King gets back out of his cruiser and opens the side door* *he climbs inside where Wyatt tries to move away from him*

King: ‘Come here, I know you want to touch me.’ *King grabs his legs and pulls him underneath his chest* *Wyatt feels his heat and it makes him sigh*

Wyatt: ‘Ohhh…..uhhh…..I do want to touch you officer but…..’

King: ‘Use your mouth Wyatt, I want you to lick my massive pecs.’

*King leans down to smother him with his pecs* *Wyatt squeals as he plants his tongue on the huge mounds and tastes the sweat pouring off of them* *He instantly calms down and feels his cock springing to life* *King feels it against his body and reaches down to rub it slowly*

King: ‘Good man. I think we can have a little fun Wyatt. You might not get a ticket after all.’

Wyatt: ‘Mmmm you taste so good officer. I really want you to take these cuffs off so I can feel you with my hands.’

King: ‘No sir, I think you are doing fine the way it is.’ *slight moan* *feels Wyatt moving over to his nipples and lightly licking them* ‘Ohh that feels great Wyatt, keep it up.’ *the cuffed admirer feels officer King’s bulge growing as it strains the fabric in his police suit* *low growl* ‘MMMM feels so good man.’

Wyatt: ‘Please release me, I think…..*has trouble focusing* I have learned…..*moves away from him again and stares into King’s eyes* my lesson officer uhhh…..’

King: *smiles at Wyatt and flexes his massive guns as they swell up into huge softballs* ‘You like these man. I am proud of these boys. *kisses them* ‘Come on and move back over to me Wyatt, you are doing great so far.’ *slowly pulls him back down to him*

*Wyatt moans as King grabs a hold of his dress shirt and rips it open to expose his defined chest* *He reaches down to rub the young man’s chest and then licks his abs and pecs* *Wyatt writhes trying to make him stop but realizes he is powerless* *Officer King undoes his belt buckle and unzips his pants revealing his enormous rod which plops on top of the cuffed driver’s chest*

Wyatt: ‘Why are you doing this to me officer? I just…..’*King puts his hand over the driver’s mouth and looks him straight in his eyes* *He becomes mesmerized again by the beautiful brown hues staring directly into his own green ones*

King: ‘Calm down Wyatt and just give in to your needs. I promise you won’t have to worry about a ticket or even a warning today. ‘

Wyatt: ‘Uhhh I do want you to fuck me…..but I am afraid my boss will fire me if I don’t get there soon.’

King: ‘What is the phone number of this company? I will take care of this right now.’

*King pulls his cell out from his pants pocket* *Wyatt gives him the phone number and he dials it* *He sits up as his glistening torso and cock make the cuffed driver swoon as King uses his free hand to undo Wyatt’s pants and pulls his cock out to press up against his own*

King: ‘Am I speaking to the supervisor?’ *someone on the line says no* ‘I would like to speak to your supervisor please.’

*King pulls a key out from his pants and places the end of it inside the lock to the handcuffs behind Wyatt’s back* *he turns it and Wyatt’s hands are released* *King grabs one of his arms with his free hand and puts on both of their cocks* *Wyatt starts petting and stroking while the sweaty officer waits for the supervisor*

Corbin: ‘This is Corbin Abrams and who is this?’

King: ‘This is Officer Marquez King with the Halford Police Department and I would like to speak to you about one of your employees, Wyatt Williams.’

Corbin: ‘Yes he hasn’t arrived here yet…..’ *King interrupts*

King: ‘The reason he hasn’t showed up yet is because the police need to talk to him. He has been in a wreck and we need to get his information. I want you to give him a pass today because it wasn’t his fault and he is pretty shaken up. Do we have a deal?’

Corbin: ‘Hmmm, well I hope he is alright, but he hasn’t been the best employee. I will give him a pass this time, but tell him that next time he won’t be so lucky.’

King: ‘I will tell him sir, you have a great day.’ *King hangs up and smiles at Wyatt* ‘Mmmm why don’t you keep stroking me man, it feels so good.’ *Wyatt increases his speed as he jacks both cocks*

Wyatt: ‘I….I….have fantasized about this before officer.’

King: ‘Wyatt, call me Marc if you want to, I actually like you a lot.’

*Pulls his pants completely off as well as his boots* *King’s thickly muscled legs press up against Wyatt’s own legs still inside his pants*

King: ’Make me want to fuck you little man. I want you to try and tackle me.’

*Wyatt jumps at him and tries to pin him down, but King’s strength is too much* *King eases up a bit so that Wyatt can tussle with him* *The big policeman stares into the driver’s eyes again and winks* *He pulls Wyatt’s pants off of him as the smaller fellow moans*

Wyatt: ‘Ohh Marc I want you inside me really bad. Please why do you tease me?’

*King wraps his arms around Wyatt and pulls him in to kiss him on his lips* *Wyatt moans and puts his hands on King’s head as they embrace* *They quickly lock tongues and their breathing increases* *Wyatt hops on top of King and tries to push his huge cock inside him*

King: ‘Mmm Wyatt, you don’t have to move so fast man. I am in no rush to leave, if you want to worship me, then you can.’

*King squeezes him and presses him against his chest as he wraps his huge arms around him**Wyatt moans as he begins to rub and kiss every muscle on King’s chest* *The officer growls and flexes them to make Wyatt purr*

King: ‘Yes Wyatt, taste me, feel me, I will make you want me.’

*King squeezes his massive cock slowly up into Wyatt* *He feels his small admirer twitch just a tad as he begins to fuck him slowly**Wyatt leans back at looks up at King. His eyes look almost glazed over* *King reaches down to kiss him deeply and pulls him into him again* *He pumps faster getting closer to blowing his load inside him* *Wyatt squeals as he feels King starting to get close*

Wyatt: ‘Ohh Marc, I want you to cum inside me muscle daddy. I fucking love it. I need to feel it rush through me.’

King: ‘Mmmm I like the way you think man. Here it comes.’

*King’s voice begins to get louder as he feels the cum starting to rush through his cock* *He thrusts numerous times as Wyatt yells in pleasure feeling huge ropes of cum flying inside him* *King laughs and holds him tightly*

King: ‘You okay man. I think you kind of enjoyed that.’ *he smiles at him as he pulls out of Wyatt’s hole* ‘I think you need some relief yourself Wyatt, let me help you with that.’

*he pulls him up to his face and starts to suck Wyatt’s cock* *he moves rapidly making the smaller man start to buckle* *he smacks Wyatt’s ass as he sucks and even takes one of his hands to his hole* *Wyatt moans as he feels himself starting to cum*

Wyatt: ‘I’m cumming man…..’

*King stops sucking and opens his mouth to catch the spunk* *Wyatt shoots numerous ropes of cum which coat the officer’s mouth and even land on his beard* *King gobbles his cock down and looks up at his accomplice and winks* *Wyatt squeals as King continues to suck him*

King: ‘Give me more cum man, I am hungry. I don’t care how little it is, I just want to taste your spunk.’

*King slows down a little as he rolls his cock in his mouth* *He picks up the pace and slows down every couple of minutes* *Wyatt finally starts to moan louder as King growls* *The smaller man unloads another pile of seed this time down King’s throat* *The muscular officer sighs feeling it flow down into his stomach* *he rubs Wyatt’s chest and back and pulls his cock out of his mouth* *he pulls him down to where he is at and kisses him again*

King: ‘Wyatt, I think we need to see each other again man. I thoroughly enjoyed this and you are quite sexy.’ *he lays the driver down on the seat and gets on top of him*

Wyatt: ‘This is one of the greatest moments of my life Marc. You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen.’ *King smiles and presses up against Wyatt*

King: ‘Do you want me to cum in you again man?’ *Wyatt nods yes and King enters him again*

*King’s pace is rapid as he growls intensely holding Wyatt’s legs up* *After a few more minutes, King shoots another massive load inside his small accomplice*

King: ‘I could do this all day Wyatt, but I need to get going. I actually need to get back to the station to clean up a bit. Now I want you to come by sometime and speak to me. Do you hear me?’

Wyatt: ‘Yes Marc I promise I will. I don’t guess I need to work today do I?’ *puts his clothes back on*

King: ‘No I guess you don’t, now get the hell out of my cruiser.’

Wyatt: ‘Yes officer.’

*Climbs out the side door and begins to walk away* *King yells for him to come back after he puts his pants back on, his boots, and his jacket*

King: ‘Where are you going so fast? Give me a hug before you go.’

*After stepping out of the back of the cruiser, he raises his arms out* *Wyatt embraces him and sighs* *King leans down to give him a nice long kiss*

King: ‘Mmmmm, you are an amazing kisser Wyatt. You give me a warm feeling every time. I will be waiting for your visit.’

*King puts his glasses back on and gets into the driver’s side of his cruiser* *He drives off quickly*

Wyatt: ‘Oh my god, what just happened. I think I have strong feelings for him.’

*Walks back to his car and gets inside only to sit there and stare off into the distance* *After a couple more minutes of pondering, he starts his car up again and turns around to go back to his apartment*

Is this the end or just the beginning?

The Role Reversal: Muscle Genie #20

Abraham is a small teenager afraid to step foot out the front door of his house because he fears for his safety. The reason is because of a very large classmate that lives down the street. He has made Abe feel insignificant for longer than he can remember.

He used to go out with his friends almost every weekend he wasn't in school, but now he watches from his bedroom window as this bully walks by his house, looks up at him, smiles, and flexes and taunts him with his huge arms. This sequence can last for several minutes before he finally decides to move on. Nolan, the very muscular classmate, isn't afraid to show his body off either.

The summer season following high school was horrible for Abe. He went to the pool to just cool off from the heat and just enjoy himself but Nolan was there too. His overbearing personality was making the small teen so upset that he had to leave. The buff jock would constantly make fun of his body the entire time he was there.

It got so bad after school started up again that Abe eventually gave up on trying to accomplish anything outside his house. That is until he is visited by a huge figure outside his front door. Instead of being afraid of it though, he opens the door and lets it inside the house. It tells him to sit down, take a deep breath, and look into its eyes. Without making another move, he peers into its eyes and is instantly placed into a relaxed state. The figure disappears once Abe lies down and falls asleep.

He awakens and feels different the next day. He doesn't look any different after looking in the bathroom mirror, but does have a slight sensation deep down in his stomach. It is the end of the week and as he leaves the school the bully doesn't miss a beat. He follows Abe all the way home like he always does and won't let up on all of his insults.

Normally he wouldn’t stop walking and try to get home as quickly as possible, but on this day in particular he feels a rush of adrenaline building up inside him. He gets a little further ahead of Nolan and stops. He doesn’t turn to face him because he doesn't really have to.

‘NOLAN, YOU NEED TO STOP HARRASSING ME! YOU ARE MAKING ME SO STRESSED OUT, I CAN’T…..STOP…..(feels almost numb)’

At this point, Nolan stops saying anything at all and notices Abe’s shirt starting to rise up his chest. His short stature begins to disappear as he starts to grow taller, the sound of his spine cracking as it begins to grow new vertebrae. Nolan is awestruck at what is happening in front of him.

‘UHHHH! (voice deepens) OH GAWD I CAN’T FEEL ANYTHING!’ *looks down at his hands and sees them widen* ‘WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? *stretch* *pop* ‘UHHH!’ *stretch*

Nolan watches in amazement as Abe’s back grows wider pushing his shirt to its limits. His light middle-eastern skin has now turned to a darker hue as he begins to look more mature. The sound of his muscles growing is starting to turn him on more than he anticipated. His expanding arms are now shredding the sleeves completely off of his shirt.

The seams begin splitting all the way down the sides of his shirt and reveal his growing lats. He begins to stumble as he starts walking away from Nolan and can hear him behind him talking to himself.

‘What the fuck?.....Is this happening?.....Are you the Incredible Hulk dude?.....You are not skinny turd anymore. I don’t know who the fuck you are?’

Abe smiles really big since he can't see his face. As he continues to slowly walk, he can feel his shoes squeaking as his feet expand. He stops again to look down and sees the stitches starting to fray on them. His toes start to penetrate the leather and rip through the front. He growls as he feels his feet finally destroy his shoes. His back finally manages to completely bust through the whole left side of his shirt.

‘OHH YEAH! I AM FEELING GREAT! *feels his balls filling up with thick cum realizing his true potential* MMMM, MORE I WANT MORE!’

Nolan sees his arms growing again as he moves them from side to side, the fabric shredding all the way up to his huge shoulders revealing massive triceps which developed colossal horseshoes. He stops after a few more steps again to check out his growing biceps and notices that unflexed they are now bigger than his own head.

*deep laughter* ‘HEHE, WHERE ARE YOUR WORDS NOW NOLAN? I SUGGEST YOU TURN AROUND NOW AND GO THE OTHER WAY BOY! I AM FAR FROM DONE IT SEEMS.’

Knowing that the bully is still back there, he flexes his huge bis and splits the seams on the top of his shirt as it just blows in the wind. He grabs the shirt fabric and pulls on it as rips off his thick neck and tumbles to the ground. He is shirtless now as he stands with his lats spread out and his back flexed.

His huge neck and wide shoulders are now meeting up with his huge arms. At that moment, he turns to glance back at Nolan walking towards him as he jogs across the street enjoying the feeling of having huge pecs bouncing up and down when he moves.

By the time he gets to the other side of the street, the growth has moved to his legs as they stretch his jeans. He growls as he hears the fabric straining even though it hurts to be confined in them. He squeezes his quads and laughs at the sound of denim exploding beneath his waist.

‘WHOA! Who the fuck are you dude? I should stop following you, but I feel compelled to. Your transformation is unlike anything I have ever witnessed in my life.’

Abe reaches down and rips the jeans off showing his new gargantuan legs. His calves have doubled their size and look like huge upside-down hearts. He still manages to be wearing his underwear, but his expanding glutes are making it difficult to keep the fabric from buckling.

He begins to sprint to his house and notices that Nolan is trying to run behind him as well. Before he can get to his front door, he hears a rip in the back of his underwear as his butt begins to fall out. He moans as he feels his cock growing bigger to accommodate his huge cum-filled ball sack. He busts through the front door just before his entire crotch is exposed and the fabric on his underwear gives way. He stares down to look at his huge 10-incher hanging there dripping with precum.

He rushes to go look in the bathroom mirror and can't believe who is looking back at him. In his reflection, he sees a hazel-eyed, curly-haired, hugely-muscled, godlike teenager staring back at him. He smiles and instantly falls in love with the guy in the mirror.

‘AWW YEAH, YOU ARE ONE BEAUTIFUL STUD ABRAHAM! I FEEL SO HOT RIGHT NOW, MMMM!’

*strokes his huge rod as he takes in his muscular body* *he rubs his sweaty body and feels his balls begin to react as the cum inside them begins to rush into his cock*

‘OHH SHIT, YEAH CUM YOU GOD, I WANT TO FUCKING COAT THIS ROOM WITH MY JUICES.’

*rears back and sprays the mirror as the force shatters the glass* *his thick cum coats the whole floor as he steps in it* *he laughs hysterically as he leaves the bathroom once he stops cumming*

‘MMMM, I hope that Nolan is still around so I can do a little taunting of my own.’

The fear of Nolan is completely gone now and he just wants him to worship his body now. He looks out a side window and notices him just standing there. He doesn't say anything and looks rather bewildered like he is deciding on what to do next.

‘Damn, that dude completely ripped the door off its hinges. That pipsqueak must be so kind of freak that someone has engineered in some lab. I wonder if his parents….’ *he gasps*

Abe walks back into the doorway where the front door was and just stands there as his huge muscles shine in the sun and his cock begins to harden again. He smiles at Nolan and points at him as if he is trying to tell him something.

‘HEY NOLAN, I TOLD YOU NOT TO FOLLOW ME HOME. NOW YOU WILL HAVE TO PAY FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS. GET OVER HERE!’ *points at his porch*

‘HELL NO, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD BE PIPSQUEAK’S DAD WITH ALL OF THOSE MUSCLES. I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE CLOSE TO WHERE YOU ARE.’

‘THE HELL YOU ARE…..’

Abe starts charging after Nolan and grabs him before he could take off. Nolan’s mouth is covered by Abe’s massive hand as he grinds the bully with his huge body. Nolan begins to calm down after a few minutes once he uses up all his energy on fighting the huge teen.

Abe starts to move his rod close to Nolan’s lips and holds him down to keep him restrained. Nolan tries to resist.

‘Shhh Nolan, I know you want this. Once you taste my cock on your tongue, you will never want to bully me ever again.’

‘I am never sucking you dude, I fucking hate you. You are some kind of freak….’

Abe shoves his rod into his mouth and starts to thrust. Nolan jumps for a few seconds and then slightly moans.

‘Good boy Nolan, nice and slow. You won’t even remember that nasty jerk residing in your head in a few minutes.’

Nolan picks up speed gulping down the pre oozing from Abe’s cock.

‘MMMM GOOD, just a little more Nolan. OHHH YEAH, THAT’S IT….GO FOR IT BOY…..YEAH HERE IT COMES….SAY GOODBYE TO THE EVIL NOLAN…..’

Abe shoots rope after rope of thick cum down Nolan’s throat making him writhe in ecstasy. The big teen laughs as he sees his bully’s eyes glaze over as he slows down and slowly sucks Abe’s rod. Abe smiles and pulls out of his mouth. He gets up and walks back into his house leaving the bully lying there with cum oozing out the sides of his face. Only time will tell if Nolan will truly change.

Wrestling with Giants: Muscle Genie #19

Nassar is a competitive wrestler for a prominent squad of champion wrestlers. He started out his college career in the 163 but moved up to the 185 after he bulked up during the summer of his sophomore year. He started his junior season with a few wins, but lost a few as well. His opponents are much bigger and tougher than he anticipated as he moved up from his previous weight classification.

His teammates have noticed him struggle with the change but they have their own classes to worry about. His parents did not necessarily support his decision to continue with his wrestling career after high school so he feels like the only person that really keeps him motivated is his coach Byron.

He has always been there for him and really cares about his career and his training. Nassar has trained with him many times before and has had long talks about extending his career into possibly the Olympics.

While Byron has focused on all seven members of his team, he has also noticed that Nassar needs a little more support than the others. He has practiced with the 211 competitor, Morgan, several times to prepare for the more experienced 185 wrestlers.

He is probably the only one on the team that the middle-eastern immigrant has really spent a lot of time with because of the practices and the fact that he likes to have a little company too. He has other friends outside the gym, but they are not interested in his focus on wrestling. Most of them are more engrossed in sports like football or baseball.

One evening in particular, Nassar is in the gym by himself practicing his moves when a figure appears out of nowhere on the mat. He gets really shocked and jumps backwards. The figure grabs a hold of him and pins him down on the ground. It pulls his unitard completely down and sticks a small rod inside his bum.

He tries to wiggle his way out of the figure’s arms, but ends up screaming loudly and can't resist it penetrating him. It pulls his unitard back up on him and disappears. He looks around and wonders what the hell just happened and tries to feel for the rod in his ass, but it is gone.

That same evening, he is in the locker room and his coach Byron walks in. He tells him to come into the gym and to get on the mat.

‘Hey there buddy, how about we practice a few moves? I need to get a little more comfortable before we do though.’

Byron takes his jacket off as well as his pants too. He is wearing a unitard himself, but Nassar’s eyes instantly go to his incredible cock. In fact, Byron is in phenomenal shape and appears to be turning him on. 

He gets behind Nassar and wraps his arms around his waist to get into position. The Lebanese wrestler can't seem to focus on the task at hand as Byron flips him over. Nassar seems to just give up as his coach looks him in the eyes as he just stares at his coach’s huge crotch.

‘Now Nassar, why did you give up so easily? Ahh, do you see something you like?’

He can't seem to help himself as he moves over to start licking Byron’s semi inside his unitard. He doesn't resist and lets the wrestler start sucking on his cock through the fabric. He loses himself in Byron’s intoxicating scent and his hairy muscularity of his fine chest.

‘Mmmm feels really good man. I think something is happening to me.’

He can feel Byron’s cock expanding in his mouth as he speeds up his rhythm. His hands grab his swelling pecs and can feel his unitard stretching.

‘AHH YEAH! *stretch* *pop* Mmmm keep going man, I feel like I am fucking growing.’

It isn't long before Nassar hears the fabric snapping and ripping apart exposing a growing hairy god. Byron grabs him and rips his unitard off penetrating his sweet ass with his massive cock.

‘OH FUCK COACH! I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD!’

His mind starts to go as he sees Morgan walking towards him. He imagines him growing as he is fucked by Byron.

*stretch* *pop* COACH….*stretch* NASSAR…..*pop* *voice deepens* OH MY GAWD! *stretch*

It is working as Morgan grows wider and wider with each step he takes as his huge member goes straight for Nassar’s waiting lips.

Morgan manages to stick his growing cock into his mouth with ease.  The Lebanese wrestler feels the shaft thickening within his lips as the main vein increases its size exponentially. He looks up at Morgan and sees his face beginning to grow thicker hair to form a nicely shaped beard.

*the bigger wrestler winks*

‘MMMMM YEAH NASSAR! I HAVE ALWAYS LIKED YOU STUD AND I LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME! FUCK YEAH I FEEL INCREDIBLE!’

The hair moves down to his chest which is expanding. His pecs are now spilling over the sides of his unitard, pulling the straps on his back upward with his growing traps and thickening neck. Nassar hugs his growing butt and feels its power pushing the unitard further away from his body.

*massive stretching sounds*

‘GAWD YEAH NASSAR, FUCKING MAKE ME INTO A GIANT, I WANT MORE!’

Morgan grabs his head and pushes it all the way down on his huge cock. The feeling drives his growth further as he can hear his legs shredding the fabric. The unitard snaps and rips completely off.

Byron’s growth is also phenomenal. The hairy coach is becoming a beast of his own right as his arms grow to 25" and his chest sails past 65". He also has developed a nice trail of hair all over his body. His cock continues to grow inside Nassar making him have to deal with the pain involved. He yells in extreme pain, but wants his coach’s spunk inside him. He grinds Byron’s cock really good moving up and down on it trying to get him to release.

‘MMMM GOOD BOY BUDDY, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO GET ME GOING!’

He moans with such lust as Nassar gets his wish. Byron pulls out of him in time for the wrestler to see the eruption. A fountain of solid white begins to pool out of his cockhead when he pushes it back inside him. 

Nassar moans as he pumps him full of his muscle growth spunk. He doesn't want it to end and starts humping him again. He feels coach’s rock-hard quads underneath him and begins to feel more comfortable now with him fucking his ass.

Nassar stops sucking on Morgan’s cock so he can move over to where the coach is. Now it is Byron’s turn to suck him.

‘MMMM WELL HELLO THERE MONSTER MORGAN! DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING FOR ME? WHY I THINK I’LL HELP MYSELF.’

The coach works over Morgan until he knows he is going to cum. The cum shoots directly into Byron's waiting mouth as he gobbles it up, even letting a small pile off it dribble down his enormous hairy chest. 

Nassar manages to sneak a peek and rubs it into the coach's mammoth pecs and stone slab abs. This quickly leads to the coach unloading into him again as he feels his spunk squirting jet after jet into his gut.

‘Aww fuck coach, I love the feeling it gives me when it travels through my body.’

His body begins absorbing all of the cum straight into his muscles. He remains on top of the coach and leans back to rest on his chest. Byron starts encouraging him to grow huge like him and Morgan. Even the huge hairy teammate wills him to start growing.

Coach and Morgan start chanting: ‘GROW GROW GROW GROW! ! ! ! !’

Nassar feels it beginning to take hold inside him as the urge to explode in size begins to stress him.

‘NO PLEASE STOP SAYING THAT, I CAN’T LET IT…..’ *feels numbness beginning at his feet and traveling up into the rest of his body*

The Lebanese wrestler doubles over in pain as the other two men grow silent. Major cracking sounds begin to echo in the gym as they see his back reshaping adding more height. His voice begins to greatly deepen as he punches his two arms into the floor.

*BOOM* WHY *BOOM* DID YOU TWO *BOOM* DO THIS TO *BOOM* ME?

Nassar’s regular frame grows rapidly as he begins to expand wildly. His muscles nearly explode out of his skin as he sails past 300, then 400, then 500 pounds.

*voice shatters windows* ‘I FEEL SO POWERFUL LIKE I AM REBORN!’

Byron approaches the 8’5 giant and smiles up at him. His 6’8 350 pound frame is no match for Nassar’s.

Morgan walks behind Byron and starts to rub him. Byron turns to him and laughs.

‘HEHE I THINK IT IS MY TURN TO GROW AGAIN!’

Huge popping sounds are heard from Byron’s frame as he begins to grow taller and thicker again. Morgan moans watching his coach add nearly another foot in height and 125 pounds in muscle.

‘MMMM COACH, I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU AND NASSAR WRESTLE NOW. IT COULD BE A MATCH FOR THE AGES.’

The two behemoths turn to look at each other and smile. They give each other a huge kiss on the lips and get into the standard wrestling position while Morgan stands on the side. A match for the ages, perhaps he isn’t far off from being correct.