Chris was the last one working on his floor and the light from his office spilled out into the darkened hallways. He completed his email and decided to call it quits for the night. He sat back in his chair staring blankly at his computer screen, his eyes tired from working at his computer all day. He stretched and flexed his biceps, a smile of satisfaction appearing on his face as he felt his pumped muscles stretch the material of his tailored business shirt. His stomach rumbled which reminded him it was time for his protein shake. He climbed to his feet and headed down the corridor towards the kitchen where he stored his shakes in the refrigerator. As he approached the darkened kitchen, a man appeared from the kitchen door and stopped in front of him, blocking his access. As Chris’s eyes adjusted he recognised Jason, the mailroom clerk he’d tangled with some six months earlier and who had been keeping a low profile with ever since. ‘What the hell are you doing up here, hiding out in the dark ?’ Jason folded his arms and in a mocking voice replied, ‘Oh did l scare the big bad muscleman?’ Chris took a step forward, ‘Get out of my way or l’ll go right through you!’ Jason remained defiant, his hands on his hips. Suddenly Chris felt a strong grip grab him from behind on his right shoulder. He was nearly lifted off his feet and slammed into a nearby wall. Jason turned on the hallway lights, temporarily blinding Chris. As his eyes adjusted he took in the man standing before him. He immediately recognised him as Grant, the man he’d beaten in the fight six months ago. Only something was different, the man standing before him was much bigger, much more powerful looking. The face was the same but it rested on a neck folded and wrinkled with beefy muscle. His neck must have been was well over 25” around. Next came his shoulders and huge chest, which stuck out from his face like a barrel, rising and falling in heavy breaths that sounded deep and masculine. His chest was like a massive cavern of power; his huge chest forced his upper back to become huge as well, and in the end he was almost as thick as he was wide at the chest. His shoulders stretched as wide as two normal people, and his delts and neck muscle merged into one solid mass of muscle. His chest tapered down to his stomach, which was a huge muscle gut. It stuck out from his body, though not quite as far out as his massive chest, and it had abs that protruded from the rest of the mass. It was a rock hard roid gut. Chris guessed his weight at something in excess of 350lbs. Connecting up with the huge shoulders, huge biceps dwarfed the rest of his ridiculously massive frame, a tattoo design he had made himself on his 25’’ right arm and flames burning up his forearms on the left arm. The forearms were thicker than most peoples’ biceps, and easily many times as strong; veins pumped in them when he flexed the bloated forearms, which had grown huge from the crazy daily training regimen. His biceps when flexed were bigger around than his head, and were obviously his favorite body part…… he worked hard to make them bigger, thicker, rounder, stronger. His arms were perfected by the giant ham-fists and callused hands, made strong from lifting weights day in, day out. His legs were simply a huge platform for the devastatingly perfect upper body, two thick columns of beefy muscle to power his upper body. Jason walked over to where Chris stood pinned by Grant’s right hand to the wall. ‘Like my new muscleman Chris? We’re back to settle a little score from six months ago.’ ‘Let go of me you muscle freak or l’ll call the cops.’ Jason stood behind Grant and ran his hand down his massive left shoulder, ‘Yeah like that’s gonna happen. My muscleman here has been training real hard, lifting heavy weights, pumping himself with roids and growth hormones and digesting thousands of calories a day. I watched as his stomach ballooned and swelled with rock-hard power, his chest become thicker and harder every day. Only now is he ready to tear you apart with his bare hands.’ ‘And you know what?’ said Jason as he moved closer to Chris, ‘l’m gonna enjoy every moment of it.’ He motioned to Grant, ‘Let’s go, bring him with you!’ Grant temporarily released his hold, allowing Chris a quick window of opportunity. Using both his hands, he shoved Grant in the pecs pushing him backwards into the wall on the other side of the corridor. Chris grabbed Jason and easily flung the slim muscular young man at Grant, causing both of them to lose their footing and fall to the floor. Chris bolted down the corridor from the direction he’d come. Jason rolled off Grant and yelled, ‘Get him you oversized piece of muscle. Don’t let that bastard get away!’ Grant took off down the corridor as quickly as his bulk would allow. Jason followed behind, keeping a wary eye out for Chris. ‘Block off the lifts so he can’t escape. Don’t let him pass you, he can’t get away!’ Grant position himself in front of the lift doors facing inwards. He stood before Jason, all 350lbs of off-season bloated muscle. Jason was totally aroused by him. The size of his neck from the front was amazing with explosive traps on each side. His pecs were striated, thick and round, ready to explode from beneath his skin. His roid gut ballooned out in front of him, rock hard to the touch. He flexed his monstorous pecs and said, ‘He’ll have to get past me!' His biceps, triceps, traps, delts and pecs were chiseled lines of rock as he readied himself for battle. His roid gut whilst bloated looking was lined with rock hard muscle. The viewing grew even more pronounced as he tensed and tightened every tantalising muscle. Each pec was as thick as two major city phone gooks and promised a power of immense proportions. Jason grabbed a vase off one of the decorative tables and headed down the hallway in search of Chris. He found his office and quickly scanned the room to see if Chris was there. He noticed Chris’s gym bag next to his desk and his security pass and mobile phone sitting on top. He grabbed the pass, noting that Chris was now a virtual prisoner in the building. He knocked the phone to the floor and smashed it with the bottom of his shoe. He then knelt down beside the bag and lifted out a singlet that was still damp from an earlier workout. He lifted it to his nose and drank in the masculine aroma of Chris’s perspiration……He felt a hardening of his groin as he contemplated the destruction of the muscle this shirt had contained earlier. His mind wandered back to the confrontation six months ago and the burning desire to seek revenge. Grant had been on a mission, training and torturing his body to gain maximum mass and strength, fueled by the massive amounts of drugs Jason had purchased. They were both ready for revenge and once Chris was caught, revenge would be sweet. He smiled and stuffed the singlet into his pocket and walked silently around the office, taking in the photos which lined the walls showing Chris receiving various company awards. He stopped at Chris’s desk and bought up his email account. He quickly composed an email to Chris’s superior advising that a family emergency had come up and he would be out of town for a week. He also triggered the ‘out of office’ email and turned the computer off. He slipped Chris’s training bag under the desk, tidied the desk and turned off the office lights. He quietly walked back to where he’d left Grant at the lift well. ‘I’m going downstairs to cover the front entrance. I have his door pass, he can’t escape without it so he must come via the lifts to get out. You stay here and make sure he doesn’t get past you.’ A cocky confident smile formed on Grant’s face. His upper torso swelled with unbridled power as his pecs and lats became ripped with insane density. Even from the front with his overwhelming massive pecs and coiled biceps blocking most of the view, the winged outer flanks of Grant’s lats still managed to offer an impressive presence, ‘he needs to get past all this muscle to escape and that ain’t gonna happen.’ ‘Good, make sure it doesn’t. You know we have plans in place to destroy him piece by piece and we can’t afford for him to escape. Remember, all that training you’ve done to create this massive mass of muscle has been solely to take revenge on him. I want this, l need this!’ With that, Jason pressed the button and boarded the lift to the ground floor. The doors quietly closed behind Grant and he repositioned himself in front of the doors, his muscular frame almost dwarfing the width of the lift entrance. His phone vibrated in his pocket, alerting him to a message. ‘Am in foyer, have locked lift, so he can’t get out. Find him and bring him to me!’ Grant smiled inwardly and looked down the darkened corridor ahead. He looked at himself in one of the lobby mirrors. All that muscle! Fuck he felt good. Instead of undergoing the effort of taking his tight singlet off his musclebound body, he ripped it down the front and dropped it on the floor next to the lift doors. Oh how he’d been looking forward to this. He tensed his muscles and felt the power surge within him and his powerful frame swell in size. He walked into a darkened room which looked like a conference room of some sort. A large conference table dominated the room with plush high-back chairs along three sides. A high-tech console with a flat plasma TV sat in the corner next to the windows which took in views of the city’s skyline. Grant moved slowly into the room and flicked on the lights. Moving as quietly as a man his size can move, he walked towards the other end of the conference table to a door which led off to the kitchen and staff quarters. Suddenly the lights went out and the door leading to the hallway slammed shut and was locked from the outside. Grant swore silently and moved towards the wooden door. He pulled on the door handle but it wouldn’t budge. He stepped back and rammed the door with his shoulder. The door stood solid. Letting out a high roar, he charged the door again, his powerful shoulder splitting the door down the middle. Using his muscular legs he kicked out the two sides, sending each piece out into the corridor. He wedged his muscular body through the door frame back out into the darkened corridor. The only light was coming from the lift lobby so he headed in that direction. He turned into the lift lobby to find Chris standing there, a defiant look on his face. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as Grant approached and moved both his hands to the sides of his shirt and began to open it completely. The shirt was hardly sliding against his powerful round shoulders. Chris had to move his shoulders backward, sticking his chest out even more, to free the way for the sleeves. His shoulders were free but the sleeves couldn’t move anymore, blocked by his bulging biceps. Chris had to take the right sleeve, with his left hand to force it down. He then did the same with the other one. Chris was now completely topless. He was holding his shirt in both his hands, right in front of his stomach. His hands were playing with it, turning it into a ball of fabric. As he did this, his pecs bounced slightly and his forearms tensed and grew in size. He turned his head to see his reflexion in the lobby mirror. He clenched his hands even more on the fabric causing his biceps to swell. He grabbed the ball of fabric even tighter, his finger pulverizing it. All his torso contracted in response, and his arms grew even bigger. He flung the shirt to the floor and flexed his arms in a double bicep pose, watching his reflection in the mirror, whilst keeping an eye on the hulking monster. Grant removed the mobile phone from his pocket and placed it on a table in the corridor behind him. As he turned, his back was presented briefly to Chris. His great triangular swell over his over-abundant traps rolled high between the enormous striated rounds of his bouldered delts and the endless sweep of his flowing lats. Where he turned back, the power of his upper back was stunningly displayed by the unbelievable fanning of lat meat from mountained shoulders to the roid gut lined erector muscles. The big man roared and ran at Chris with surprising speed. He charged at Chris, knocking him backwards into the elevator doors, which bent slightly inwards from the impact. He stepped back as Chris unleashed two devastating blows into his roid gut. Grant stood there as if nothing had happened, a confident smile crossing across his face. Chris marvelled at Grant’s new size, himself a devoted bodybuilder, he could only imagine the training Grant had done, plus the enormous amount of drugs he’d taken, to gain such size in such a short period. It was obvious that even Grant was unaccustomed to his new found size, his movements somewhat jerky and uncoordinated, as if his muscles were fighting each other for space. In his appraisal of Grant’s massive body, he could think of only one weakness and that was his bulk; he wouldn’t be able to move as easily or as fluidly as Chris could. Sensing Chris’s appraisal of his body, Grant lifted his arms up into a double-bicep pose, his arms swelling in size to inhuman proportions. Leaving his torso unprotected, Chris lashed out, sending a straight kick into Grant’s roid gut. Pain exploded down Chris’s leg as Grant’s rock hard gut absorbed the blow, his body remaining rooted in the same place. A smile formed at the corner of Grant’s lips, a sinister smile as he realised just how strong his body was. “Oh yeah” he murmured, “Oh yeah, hit my roid gut….oh yeah, nothing can hurt this mountain of muscle.” He released his flex, but kept his arms in the spanned position, welcoming Chris to attack his exposed torso again. Chris lashed out with a right karate kick, his foot smashing into the side of Grant’s obliques. Grant just stood there, the same sinister smile on his face. Grant walked over to a lobby table where a marble statue sat. He wrapped his massive arms around the statue and lifted it off its mounting. The statue must have weighed half a ton. He turned back to face Chris and with a sinister smile, began to squeeze the statue in a bearhug, his massive pecs and roid gut on one side and his engorged arms on the other. At first nothing happened, but then small chunks and pieces of marble began to fall to the ground, as the giant’s muscles seem to grow in size and bulk. With a loud roar, he applied even more pressure, his muscles seeming to grow larger. There was a series of loud cracks as the marble broke into big chunks and fell to the lobby floor. The muscular giant stood there, breathing heavily, marble dust caked to his muscular body. He opened his torso once again, mocking Chris. “My body is so powerful, l am going to destroy you piece by piece, my muscles grinding you to nothing.” He flexed his right bicep and watched as it engorged in size, blood pumping through the many veins which lined the skin. “Since our last encounter, l have done nothing but eat, sleep, lift weights and pump my body with massive amounts of drugs, all focused on meeting you again. And now the time is here. Just you and me…. My muscles against your muscles.” He turned his attention back to his flexed right bicep and he began kissing the engorged muscle meat. “Oh yeah……..fuck l’m so powerful.” He turned his attention to Chris and moved towards him, his arms swinging, his movements constrained by the sheer size of his arm muscles and barn door wide lats. Chris ducked low and sent two blows smashing into his kidney. Grant absorbed the blows but swung around, his elbow collecting Chris on the side of the head, sending him sprawling to the floor. Chris lunged at Grant’s legs hoping to uproot him from the floor, but Grant anticipated the move and held firm, his feet planted to the floor. He sent a double fisted blow to the middle of Chris’s back, sending him crashing to the ground. Chris crawled away, on all fours, trying to escape Grant’s relentless attack. Grant followed, scooped down and grabbed Chris by his hair. He dragged him up, pulling him slowly to his feet with his left arm, a sinister smile forming across his lips. Chris regained his footing and, recalling a karate move he’d learnt in a self-defence class some years ago, unleased with a devastating spear blow to Grant’s left pec. His fingers smashed into Grant’s massive left pec overhang, just above where the curvature of his roid gut began. For a brief moment, nothing happened, then Chris felt it, ever so slightly. The rock hard muscle seemed to quiver under his fingertips, give a little, soften and expand, as the force of the blow tore at the muscle tendons and fibres. At first Grant appeared not to notice, but a brief flicker of pain crossed his eyes. That brief lapse was enough for Chris, the man-made mountain of muscle was vulnerable, it just was a matter of finding his weaknesses. Chris grabbed Grant’s left wrist, holding him in position and sent two more spear punches into the same spot. His fingers dug deeper, ripping through years of muscle development. Breath escaped Grant’s lips as the blows reverberated through his chest, pulsating outwards from the point of contact sending spasms through his somewhat flexed left pec. Grant’s eyes opened wide and his left hand released its hold on Chris’s hair, his jaw dropping open. Before he could clutch his pec, Chris sent the palm of his hand, karate style, into Grant’s left pec, the force of the blow causing damage to his bulky slab of muscle meat. Spray flew from Grant’s mouth as the blow rippled through his chest. He staggered back a step, a look of confusion and bewildment on his face, his defences down, the fight in him momentarily lost. Chris followed up with two more palm blows, the force sending Grant back a step each time. Chris could feel the muscle succumbing to his power, the force of each blow going deeper into each slab of muscle. Grant retensed his upper torso, pushing his visible perfection and power for all it was worth. He grinned with an air of unconcerned arrogance as he taunted Chris with each muscle-enriching pose. Chris surged forward with unrelenting force as he drove his bouldered shoulder into the roid gut of the surprised muscleman. The momentum of the assault carried the two men back in the plaster and block wall behind Grant. In the clash between man-made muscle and the wall, the muscle proved to be the more powerful entity. Dust and fragments of concrete exploded outwards as the bodies consumed the space formerly occupied by the wall. The enormous width of Grant’s gargantuan back muscle took out a major section of the reinforced wall. Metal reinforcing bars within the wall bent and twisted under the pressure of his back. The two men collapsed into a pile of unforgiving muscle onto the hard wooden floor of a gymnasium. The half-inch diameter steel reinforcing bars remained bent outwards in a series of rough circles where the bodies had erupted out of the wall. Grant found himself slightly dazed and pinned on his back beneath Chris’s heaving torso. Both men found themselves embroiled in a colossal war of pec muscle as the two sets of inhuman man- breasts crunched against one another. Grant’s deeper, thicker pecs ground against Chris’s bulging man mountains. Line after line of cabled meat rolled by one-another as the friction of the massive pecs rippled with heat in the rough encounter. Chris reached down and forced a headlock on Grant. Chris began to drag Grant’s struggling torso with him. A combination of sheer will power, raw muscle and driving adrenaline allowed him to hoist their combined weight of pure meat upright into a standing position. Once they were on their feet, Chris moved with cat-like speed behind Grant’s body and converted the head hold into a full nelson. Chris locked his fingers together and began to apply as much pressure as he could to the back of the heavily muscled neck. He began to force the younger man’s head dangerously forward. Grant let out a roar and began sending signals of muscle fortification surging through his neck, traps and upper back muscles. The lats immediately began to swell towards their unbelievable width and thickness. At the same time, his traps flared into diamond hard triangles of impenetrable meat. His lower back formed into a great compact Christmas tree of ridged muscle reinforcing the efforts of his upper back. A lattice of veins danced across and around his blossoming lats as the richness of his painfully thick back muscles rolled unstoppably outward pushing Chris’s own massive biceps and forearm muscles with them. Grant’s trapezius muscles grew harder until the flesh felt more like forged steel than mere muscle. Grant forced his clenched hands further and further out in front of the uncountable cables of tightened pec meat as he pushed his lats out to the greatest flexed width he had ever achieved. In the end, Chris’s fingers were no match for the magnificence of Grant’s fully expanded back. The cabling of muscles crafted onto his vein-pounded forearms screamed in pain as his opponent continued to unfurl the giant tortoise shell hard lats. The pressure pounding into Chris’s massive biceps from Grant’s unflinching back muscles threatened to tear their anchored tendons clear off the bone. As Grant’s impossibly huge wedges of trapezius muscle forced Chris’s hand up and back, Chris was faced with the choice of overpowered surrender or unconditional muscle destruction. Chris let go and Grant fell forward. As Grant turned to face him, Chris re-tensed his front torso muscles and arms. Bringing the full mass of both arms in front of his sharpened pecs, he hit the front side of Grant’s unprepared pecs with the power of two cold steel posts. The handsome face filled with shock surprise as his body was ripped from the floor by the impact and sent sailing into another wall in the gymnasium. Plaster became rubble as Grant’s tightening musculature overwhelmed the wall. Grant landed hard on the floor in what appeared to be the mechanical room. Sparks erupted from one of the adjacent electrical panels nearby. Grant found himself in the middle of the floor between a web of cast-iron plumbing piping and the main electrical service panels. The young man immediately sprung to his feet. With a quick glance, he reached over with his right hand and took hold of a four-inch diameter black iron pipe. His arm became stone solid as, with a deep growl, he tore a section of the pipe away. Armed with the section of pipe, Grant stepped back into the gymnasium. He pounded one of his massively swelled pecs with a closed fist. The echo of striking rock hard meat echoed throughout the empty gymnasium as he let out the cry of his battle charge. It was Chris’s turn to attack first. He swooped in on the young bodybuilder grabbing his chest pounding fist with one strong hand and the front of his jeans with another. Exerting all his considerable strength, Chris yanked the surprised man from his feet and began to spin him around. After almost two full-turns, Chris let loose of his grip sending the phenomenal muscle missile flying through the air across the room. Grant’s body tensed as he slammed chest-down onto the hard floor. He had lost the black iron pipe he had been holding during the windup and it rolled to a stop against Chris’s feet. Grant’s body continued to twist as it slid along the floor until the impact of his head and one shoulder brought him to an abrupt halt against the side wall. Chris grabbed the iron pipe and walked down to where Grant lay sprawled on the floor. Grant sprang to his feet. Blood trickled from a small head wound down the side of his handsome face. He lunged towards Chris but Chris anticipated his move and side- stepped. He swung the black iron bar and it connected with the cabled muscle of Grant’s lower back propelling him into a table and the adjacent wall. The table shattered under his weight sending him sprawling to the floor again. Chris moved towards Grant, hoping to reach him before he got to his feet. As Chris approached, Grant’s triceps locked into coiled springs of mindlessly strong muscle as he used them to launch his body up from the wall and the floor directly at his assailant. Chris was caught by shock and surprise as the tower of muscle hurled towards him. He reacted instinctively from his years of specialised training. The iron bar swooped around in his hands like a great baseball bat catching the flying mass of muscle on his side just above the waistline. Grant grunted as the bar smashed into his abs, sending him smashing into the wall. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small glass container. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled sharply emptying the jar of its white powder. He threw the jar aside and let out a roar as the stimulant coursed through his body. He hit a most muscular pose, his body exploding in muscle. He quickly moved sidewards to where a water cooler stood in the corner. He ripped the cooler from its foundations and hoisted it into the air above his head. He turned towards Chris, his muscles straining from the dead weight of the cooler. As he turned, Chris drove the end of the bar into Grant’s abdominal muscle. Oblivious to pain, Grant, his head and body reeling from the affect of the stimulant drug, let out a loud roar as he threw the cooler towards Chris. In quick reaction, Chris held up the steel bar so the cooler was deflected by the end of the bar. The force of the throw and the weight of the cooler forced Chris backwards into the wall, as the cooler hit the ground and smashed into several pieces. Grant grabbed a wooden table and used it to deflect Chris’s swing with the black pipe. The table splintered with the force of the blow, sending Grant backwards. He flung both parts of the broken table at Chris, hitting him on the shoulder and knocking the black pipe out of his hand. Grant let out a loud roar and charged at Chris, collecting him in the chest and driving him through an open door into a small conference room. They both ploughed into a small conference room table, with Chris landing on top of the table. He kicked out with both feet, pushing Grant back into the hallway. Grant lunged back at him, landing on top of him on top of the conference room table. Chris lashed out with several hard punches to Grant’s side but he seemed oblivious to pain. He smashed his fists into Grant’s ears. He screamed bring both his hands to his battered eardrums. Chris rolled from underneath him and scrambled to the side of the room. Grant shook his head and started to rise from the top of the table. Chris grabbed a nearby painting off the wall and smashed the glass frame over his head. The glass frame shattered causing several cuts to Grant’s head and face. He battered the remains of the frame away and rose to his feet, wiping a small trickle of blood from the corner of his left eye. Chris lashed out with a devastating kick to the giant’s roid gut which brought a loud grunt from Grant. He shifted his weight to his other leg as Chris lashed out again, his leg smashing into Grant’s massive quad muscle, causing him to lose balance. He staggered against the table as Chris sent two hard rights into his lower back. Grant sprawled across the table, as the stimulant coursed through his body, his mind confused at the assault his body was taking and the lack of pain he was feeling. He kicked out sending Chris flying across the room. He landed heavily against a bookcase, sending it’s contents smashing to the floor. He climbed slowly to his feet as Grant rose from the table. Chris scrambled on top of the conference table and flew at a startled Grant, his weight landing on top of him. Grant tried to keep his footing, but with the combined weight, he fell backwards into the wall. Chris’s knees landed on his abs, forcing oxygen from his lungs. Suddenly Jason appeared at the doorway. He quickly summarised what was going on and that things were not necessarily going to plan. He charged at Chris, knocking him off Grant’s body, sending both of them sprawling to the floor. The move proved valuable, allowing Grant time to recover and suck in huge amounts of oxygen. Grant climbed to his feet and grabbed Chris from behind. He lifted him to his feet and sent a powerful hook into Chris’s stomach. Chris hung there, as air exploded from his lungs, his face a mask of pain and surprise. He hit him again, the force of the blow even stronger, lifting Chris off his feet and into the wall behind him. Chris hung there momentarily, before his knees started to give. Jason, who now stood beside Grant, grabbed Grant’s shoulder to stop him, as Chris slumped to the floor in a foetal position nursing his battered abs. “Leave him for now, we have plenty of time to take him apart piece by piece. Bring him!” With that Grant scooped down and hoisted Chris onto one of his muscular shoulders. “My desire to control you, make you pay for your earlier cockiness, has meant l have risked everything……my job, my savings and even the future health of my cousin Grant.” Chris watched Jason’s gaze move to where Grant was working out in the gym in the room next door. “Unbeknownst to him, l have been injecting him with three times the recommended dosages of steroids and vet growth hormones, hormones usually reserved for bulking up bulls and cattle. But l created a monster, someone capable of controlling you to help me fulfil my desire to destroy you. He is now so big, so strong and only wanting to get bigger and bigger, powerful beyond my wildest dreams.” Jason placed his finger on Chris’s left pec and looked down at him, “Something l will take great pleasure in watching as he systematically tears you apart.” Grant reached his elbows up above his head and stretched, flexing every muscle in his massive body. As he lowered his bulging arms to his side, Jason noticed the thick outline of his hard cock pressing against his tight blue posing trunks. The large mushroom-shaped head stretched the lycra until the front of the waistband pulled completely away from his roid gut. He turned around to allow Jason to inject the steroid into him, allowing Jason the chance to marvel at the thickness of his back, and the perfection of his muscled ass. Jason administered the injections and patted Grant on the back, motioning towards the gym. The young man walked back into the gym, his back to the door, facing a large wall-mounted mirror. In his hands, he grasped a barbell with at least 75 pounds of plates on each end. He raised and lowered the bar repeatedly, performing a slow set of perfectly executed bicep curls. Jason gasped at the size of the man’s rear delts and upper back muscles at they bulged and flexed, shimmering in the soft light. He entered the room closing the door behind him. He walked up behind the young man, who continued pumping his guns, and reached out to touch his back. It felt like carved granite. Jason trembled slightly as he ran his hands up and over the man’s huge shoulders. Suddenly Grant bent over and lowered the bar to the floor. He raised himself back upright and slowly turned to face his admirer. He lifted both arms over his head, and brought them down into a stunning front double biceps pose. Jason ran his hands across the mountains of solid muscle from his thick traps, over his bulging delts and high peaked biceps to his elbows. Grant then hit a front lat spread that made his massive pecs swell and flatten into sheets of rock-hard muscle, rippling with striations. Feeling Jason’s hands worshipping and exploring his massive body seemed to give Grant extreme sexual pleasure. His breathing intensified as he continued to slowly flex each muscle group. As Grant flexed harder, holding each pose, he started to moan softly. Suddenly he rolled his head back and groaned. Grant moaned with pleasure, his head leaning back, his eyes closed, and his outstretched fists tightly clenched. For a moment, Marcel watched as every muscle in the man’s incredible body swelled and rippled. Eventually, Grant raised his head and opened his eyes. Then without speaking a word, he turned back to the mirror, picked up the barbell, and resumed the seemingly endless set of curls. Jason was transfixed by the encounter, and although he ached to touch Grant again, he realised that he needed to go back to Chris and after patting the bodybuilder on the ass, he quietly slipped through the door and and closed it after him.