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Chronivac AI Part 05
🕑 Added 2021-02-09 03:54:34 +0000 UTC“Alright,” Trenton said. “That’s all we really need to do for stretching. Next let’s move onto some of the machines.”
“R-right,” Brandon said. His attention was still a little split between what he was doing and what was happening to Ken. Each time his muscles got bigger, it seemed to drive Brandon a little more wild. ‘Cool it… Cool it…’ he told himself as tried to focus on what he was doing.
“So, this is the rowing machine,” Trenton sat down on the bench and adjusted the weights to something he was a bit more comfortable with. It went way down towards the bottom of the stack. He grabbed the two bars, one in each hand and pulled it back. “This is good for biceps, forearms and your back. All you have to do is pull it towards your chest between eight and twelve times under a weight that you think is comfortable.” He finished the set and stood up, gesturing to Brandon to sit down. “Your turn.”
“Right,” Brandon said. He looked at the machine with an unknown confusion. It should have been foreign to him, but at the same time, it felt oddly normal. He shifted the weight on the machine to something comfortable and to his surprise it wasn’t nearly as high as he thought it should have been. And each rep felt completely natural. No jerking. No uncomfortable tension.
“That’s it!” Trenton slapped him on the back when he was done. “You sure you’ve never been in the gym before?”
“Yeah…” Still Brandon didn’t know why it was so easy. It was an easy motion. However, Brandon couldn’t get over what he was feeling.
“Two more sets of that and then we’ll move on. Then before you know it you’ll start getting as big as me,” Trenton threw up his thick meaty arm, flexing it with all his might.
Brandon blushed at the gesture. “Maybe not that big…”
Trenton’s smile faltered. “You calling me fat?” he said in a surly voice. His big hands grabbed the extra weight in his midsection. “Huh?”
“No! Not at all! It’s just--”
“Dude,” Trenton’s angry face quickly turned back into his playful one. “I’m just messin with you. I know I’m big. Hell, I wouldn’t mind losing some of this too. Would love to stay the same weight… Jeez, just think about that.”
“Uh-huh…” Brandon nodded in agreement. His mind wandered with the thought. “You’d be massive…” he trailed off but caught himself. “Or even more massive than you are now!”
“Hell yeah!” Trenton flexed his entire body as he said it. Brandon felt himself staring but Trenton didn’t seem to care. If anything he looked like he was enjoying it. “Come on, let’s go to the curling machine.”
“Uhh… Right.” Brandon followed closely behind. Though his eyes couldn’t stay off of the other man. Something about him seemed different. But Brandon couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was because he was distracted by his own boner and how he needed to change his gait in order to hide it.
With barely any effort Trenton loaded up several forty five pound plates to each side of the machine. He sat himself down on the chair and looked over at Brandon. “This is how you work this. It’s just to help make sure you get the right movement.” His big arms flexed with power under the tension from the weight. The large biceps bulged, while thick veins pushed out of his skin.
With each rep, those biceps seemed to be getting even more swollen. Bigger. Denser. But the smile on Trenton’s face only grew with it. While the sleeves on his shirt pulled back up. The definition in his arms were all the more clear as each rep, they bulged with even more power. Any fat there was rapidly disappearing and turning into hard muscle.
Brandon couldn’t do anything other than stare. “You wanna feel?” Trenton asked. The flirtatious lilt in his voice was obvious. “I won’t mind.”
Of course Brandon wanted to touch. He wanted to touch beforehand. He wanted to touch now. He wanted Trenton to do so many different things to him that it would be impossible to list them all. But this wasn’t right. “No… Wait,” he shook his head. “You’re straight.”
“So? It’s just touching. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. No. That’s not it. It’s just… I don’t know,” Brandon mumbled through his words as his distraction only grew. It seemed to be taking up just as much of his focus but neither him nor Trenton acted like it was out of the ordinary.
Trenton stood up from the curling machine. One of his big hands rested on Brandon’s shoulders. “C’mon big guy. What’s so wrong about it.” His other hand gently grabbed Brandon’s and led it up to his built chest. Any softness had completely gone away; as hard, striating muscles gave it a more perfect shape. “We both know you think I’m hot.”
As soon as Brandon’s hand touched the muscle, his body collapsed into the other man. Sexual urges took over as he’d heard a phrase he’d only ever dreamed about. He groped at the hard pec, focusing at the nipple. Then dripped his hand down the hard abs that still seemed to be forming. He could feel the soft fat hardening to something far more dense.
“Brandon!” instantly Trenton let his grip go as Coach Sanders had called out his name. “I’ll need to speak with you for a moment.”
“Yes sir,” Brandon suddenly felt his body pull to attention at the command. Coach Sanders nodded then turned around and headed back towards his office. Brandon followed quickly but was surprised to feel the firm slap to his ass by Trenton. The bite to his lower lip instantly told Brandon that their little moment wasn’t over yet.
“Sir?” his attention was averted back to the coach. Brandon looked him up and down unsure why he’d be called over. “What’s up?”
“You said you would help some of the guys if they needed some tutoring right?” the coach asked. Brandon nodded. “Good. Scott!” he called out into the gym. Instantly the man dropped the weights and started cursing. “Dumbass…” it was under his breath but still loud enough for Brandon to hear. “Scott!” Coach Sanders shouted again. There was a bit more anger in his voice this time. “Get your ass over here!”
Scott looked confused as he jogged across the gym. Sweat was dripping all over him. But that’s not what caught Brandon’s eye. When Brandon had seen Scott in the gym earlier, every single piece of clothing he was wearing pulled tightly against his hard frame. But right now, it was almost the opposite. The sleeveless shirt was sagging. His pecs had softened and pulled back against his chest while his shoulders didn’t look nearly as wide. But more importantly, they were almost the same height.
“Sir,” Scott breathed. “I think somethings wrong. I don’t feel really good.”
Coach Sanders scowled. “It’s fine boy. I don’t expect you to keep up with the others. Come into my office.”
“But sir--”
“Come into my office,” Coach Sanders held the doorknob tighter as he stepped in. He leaned against his desk, watching both the men enter. “Close the door.”
Brandon did so and took the seat next to Scott. It was so weird being eye level to him. He still looked like a bit of an athlete, but his muscles weren’t nearly as firm or developed. And then there were the strong cuts of his jawline had softened. While his seemed to have rounded out a little bit bigger.
“Sir--”
Coach Sanders cut Scott off with a glare. His attention turned to Brandon. “So, you’re willing to tutor any of the students?”
“I am?” Brandon nodded.
“Good,” the coach dropped his shorts showing off his dick. He gave it a light tug sending a little bit more blood to it. “Teach him how to suck a fucking cock.”
“SIR!?” both said in confusion.
Coach Sanders let out an unimpressed grunt. “I know. It’s the only reason I keep him on the team. He’s so willing but so bad at it. At least not as good as he could be. I just can’t stand it. But the two of you have quite a bit in common so I figured you could show him a thing or two."
“I’m--I’m not gay,” Scott tried to sound defiant despite the clear shake in his voice. But his eyes bounced back and forth with each stroke the coach gave. And even though there wasn’t nearly as much tension on his shorts, there still was a certain way his shorts fell that revealed his bulge.
“I’m not roleplaying right now,” Coach scolded. “Down on your knees.”
“But--”
“Down on your knees!”
Instantly Scott went to his knees. Confusion filled his eyes as his mouth had opened wide. “W-wait a second… I’m… I’m not gay,” he tried to defend himself but the way his eyes focused solely on the cock in front of his face sure didn’t make it seem that way.
Coach Sanders rolled his eyes. “He loves trying to play the dorky little nerd character... ‘Oh I never thought you would pay attention to me,’ or ‘I didn’t think a cool jock like you would pay attention to me.’ Ain’t that right?” Coach lifted Scott’s face with his finger and shook his face back and forth in a mocking way.
“Uh-huh…” Scott nodded. His shorts and underwear fell to the floor and his boner was on full display. The hard 4 inches were already dripping as he desperately tried not to please himself. There was still the hint of confusion in his eyes, but he seemed more than willing to overlook it to have that massive cock inside of him.
Brandon tried to focus. But it was hard. However, something was still sticking out to him. “Cool jock? Don’t you mean Coach?”
Coach Sanders snorted. “C’mon man, I’m only a couple years older than you. Sometimes I just want to be a jock and not a coach.”
Suddenly he realized why the coach seemed so different. The ruggedness and confidence of age that age seemed to bring had shifted slightly into a more brutish arrogance. He was tough, but brash. The deep lines and wrinkles on his face had disappeared. And the fat in his arms and belly had all but disappeared. The dark blue polo stretched tightly against his chest, the top button undone as a bit of his chest hair was being shown off.
“Alright Scotty, show him what you do,” Coach Sanders said. Scott instantly lurched forwards taking the cock inside his mouth. The coach’s hand grips the back of his head. “That’s it boy. No teeth.”
Scott gave off an affirmative grunt as the cock slid in and out of his mouth. His form was a bit unconventional but the other man seemed to be enjoying it. The coach’s hand gripped the back of Scott’s head firmly, sliding him up and down the shaft at his desired pace. He looked like he was enjoying it as his cock throbbed inside Scott’s mouth.
“So close… So… Close,” Coach Sanders said. The gravel in his voice had turned to depth. It resonated off the walls. “Good boy. Take it all,” he commanded. His face scrunched up as he gave a hearty grunt. Nature had taken over as his hips thrust uncontrolled by him as he continued to fuck Scott’s mouth. Cum dripped out of the younger man’s mouth but he kept it closed as Coach Sanders pulled back out. “Swallow.”
The growl in Coach’s voice seemed to be enough to force Scott to take what he had in his mouth and swallow it. “Good boy,” Coach Sanders patted him on the head. Two streaks of cum dripped down the sides of Scott’s mouth. He hadn’t wiped it up yet as he stayed down on his knees. His body leaned forward almost like he wasn’t done yet.
Coach Sanders turned his attention back to Brandon. He leaned against the desk with his arms crossed against his meaty chest. “Now,” he said, “he’s not bad. However, I think he could be a lot better. With how willing he is, he could please the whole team and they won’t be distracted by stupid things like girls or whatever. They’ll actually play ball and not focus on something so trivial. Understand?”
“Yes sir. But--”
“Good,” Coach Sanders said. “Teach him a couple of things by the end of the week and I’m sure I can make it worth your while.” He grabbed at his thick cock. Some blood had rushed to it, hardening the rod a little bit again. Scott’s mouth opened wide as though to take it again. “Later,” the coach smirked. “You two are dismissed.”
“Yes sir!” Both said in unison. It seemed to bring a chuckle out of the coach.
Brandon stepped out of the office with Scott. He couldn’t help but stare at Scott. They were the same height now. And it felt like they were the same weight too. Scott had really thinned out since seeing him in the locker room. He must have only been about 180 pounds now. “Wow… You’ve gotten so much smaller…” Brandon said.
Scott quirked his head. “You can tell?” His eyes narrowed. The confusion quickly turned to anger. He gripped Brandon by the collar and pushed him in the wall. “What the hell did you do to me?!”
