Nutcracker (Also called Glutes)
By: Will

Note: Posted here with thanks to Will of Coiled Fist

I had always wanted to be huge. For as long as I could remember, even as a little boy, I had always wanted to be one of those huge musclemen you always see on TV. You know the type -- swooned after by women and envied by men for their size, strength, good looks and virility. Well, yeah, so what if I'd rather have men swooning over me instead of women...?

After years of searching, I’d finally found a gym where I felt comfortable and fit in with the "in" crowd. I'd made a lot of progress in my young bodybuilding career, but I was nowhere near achieving the level of development of the "big guns" I was now privileged to be working out with. There was a small group of us who usually hung out together at the gym, trading training secrets and nutritional tips.

I was the youngster of the group and I was really grateful that these huge semi-pro guys had actually let me into their inner circle. We did everything together, but I knew there was no way I could ever let any of them know how I was secretly lusting after their huge, hardly muscled bodies. It seemed impossible to me that I was the only one among them who was gay. I mean, these guys were constantly staring at each other's nearly naked bodies, complimenting each other on they way they looked. Just who were they trying to kid anyway?!

In any case, I was still biding my time, waiting for just the right moment. I'd heard of instances where huge, buffed muscle-gods like these guys got off on being worshipped by their admirers, even going so far as allowing their fans the honor of washing their impressive naked bodies for them in the showers. I was hoping and praying for that day to come, but so far it hadn't yet. I knew that if something like that ever got started with one of these my new huge muscle buddies, there would be no way of stopping myself...

Before that day ever came though, something happened that I'll never forget. We had just finished a really productive workout session and the five of us were getting ready to shower back in the locker room before heading home for the evening. As usual, Tony was being a big show-off, practicing his posing routine in front of the big mirrored wall, but it was obvious that the rest of us were simply the audience he was playing to.

"Nice lats," Jerry observed as Tony's wide, rippled back seemed to go spreading halfway across the room.

"Yeah," Pat added in agreement. "You've got Anderson beat by a mile this year."

"Thanks," Tony grunted back as he continued flexing and posing. He paused momentarily, just long enough to strip off the skin-tight spandex shorts he'd been wearing during his workout. We were all treated to a nicely framed view of his incredibly tight muscled ass, framed on either side by the thin white straps of a worn jockstrap.

"Wow," Tito commented openly. "Your glutes are really gettin’ ripped, Tony."

"You think so?" Tony replied, trying to glance back over his shoulder to get a good view of his own ass in the mirror.

"Yeah, man," Jerry agreed. "You're lookin' like a real pro."

You could practically see Tony's ego inflating with each word.

"Well," Tony said, "you know what the real test is..."

We all watched as Tony strode back over to the bench where Pat was still undressing. He reached into his gym bag and pulled out a keyring. He tossed his car keys onto the seat of the bench right beside Pat. The other guy immediately stood up as the rest of us gathered around to watch.

Without using his hands, Tony turned around and expertly squatted down into a seated position just above the bench. Using nothing more than his impressive gluteals, he carefully reached down and grasped the entire keyring right between his powerful cheeks, scooping them up as easily as anyone else would with their hand. We all watched in amazement as most of the keys disappeared between his striated glutes and were then hoisted up into the air as he stood back up.

"Wow," Tito said. "He's getting really good at that."

"Yeah," Jerry agreed, "but he's gotta make it all the way across the room for it to count."

I noticed the rest of the guys seemed to be holding their breath as Tony carefully walked across the cold tile floor toward the open doorway that led back to the showers. We could see one of the keys dangling just outside of his ass, but the rest of them were still tightly clamped inside. Even though he was walking a little stiffly, Tony managed to make it all the way across the room before he allowed his glutes to relax, dropping the keys once again into the palm of his big waiting hand underneath him.

"That was great!" Pat exclaimed while the rest of us nodded in agreement. "I bet you could even crack a walnut between there!"

Tony had never been one to turn down a challenge, and to our surprise, this would be no exception. He returned to his gym bag, fished out a few dollars, and told me to go buy a bag of mixed nuts from the gym's snack bar.

"Hey, man, get me a Gatorade too," Jerry said, calling me back from the doorway as he handed me some money for his drink too.

I rushed out to the snack bar and back, eager to see what else these huge freaky guys were going to do next. I gave Jerry his Gatorade and he started chugging it down while Tony took the bag of nuts I'd bought for him and ripped it open between his pearly white teeth.

After digging through the bag momentarily, he grinned as he found a walnut and held it up for all to see.

"Here goes..." he said with a chuckle as he turned around to face away from all of us.

We all watched in amazement as Tony placed the unfortunate nut right between his huge, striated glutes, where his keys had been held only moments before. From my own personal experiences, I knew it must have been held right up against his hot, puckered hole. We watched as he stood upright and began to flex his ass, both cheeks becoming these huge, square, rock-hard mounds of flesh squeezing tightly together like a vise.

"Yeah, man!" Tito exclaimed. "Do it!" (Was it just me, or did he sound like he was watching a porno movie...?)

Of course the poor little walnut was no match for the strength of Tony’s admirable gluteal muscles. Within seconds, we heard a loud cracking sound and then pieces of the brown hull began dropping to the floor, littering the floor between Tony's long sexy feet.

"Wow, that was incredible!" Pat exclaimed. "I've never seen anybody who could do that before!"

"Piece of cake," Tony commented casually as he began walking away, the rest of the poor destroyed walnut dropping piece by piece from his ass.

"Hey, guys..." Jerry suddenly commented. "I don't feel very well..."

Suddenly, he dropped his half-finished bottle of Gatorade. It fell to the floor and the bright blue liquid splashed across the tile with a loud splat. The rest of us couldn't believe our eyes, and all we could do was watch as Jerry began shrinking. His head began dropping down inside the collar of his tank top as his arms began pulling inward as well. His clothes began dropping to the floor as he disappeared inside them, his hugely muscled legs disappearing inside the previously skin-tight pants legs of his bicycle shorts as all his clothes suddenly dropped to the floor in a heap.

"Uh-oh," Tito commented casually. "Somebody musta' put something in the Gatorade again..." (Was it just me, or did he sound suspiciously guilty somehow…?)

We all watched in disbelief as a small lump began moving around underneath of Jerry’s clothes, as if there were a little mouse or something struggling around down there underneath all the fabric. Tito reached down and picked up Jerry’s tank top, revealing that he had shrunken down until he was no more than four inches tall. He was standing there just above the waistline of his bicycle shorts, totally naked, with a look of shock on his tiny, handsome face.

"What the fuck?!" his little voiced squeaked. "You gotta help me, guys!"

The rest of us began converging on him, all of us in various stages of undress, and we simply looked down at him in disbelief. I had to wonder what it must have looked like to him, suddenly being surrounded by so many mountains of rock-hard flesh on all sides, no matter which way he turned and craned his little thick neck. He seemed quite nervous as he looked at the several huge bare male feet advancing toward him with their thunderous plods.

"Don't worry, Jerry," Tony replied as he bent down and scooped the little man up in one of his huge, thick, calloused hands. From the evil gleam in his eye, it became obvious to everyone what was about to happen next.

“Uh, Tony,” Pat began, “I don’t think you should--“

But we all knew there was nothing we could do but watch as Tony walked back over to the bench and put Jerry down in the exact same spot where he had laid his keys only moments earlier. Tito barely managed to stifle a nervous laugh as a horrified look came across Jerry's tiny little face.

"No, Tony, you can’t--!" Jerry screamed, instinctively raising his arms into the air above his head.

We all watched in horrified amazement as Tony simply squatted down and picked up Jerry between his glutes, just as he had done with his keys. To my surprise, Jerry's screams didn't quite stop as the huge buttocks clamped down tightly around his upper body, but his screams of protest did become greatly muffled as he became encased inside so much pure rock-hard muscle.

When Tony raised back up and began walking across the room, we could all see Jerry's tiny little legs dangling out from between Tony's striated cheeks. They were kicking and squirming vigorously, so it was obvious that he was still alive.

"Man, this feels great!" Tony exclaimed as he clinched his cheeks even more tightly together. "Uh-oh..." he added as he began to relax his glutes ever so slightly.

"What's wrong?" Pat asked nervously.

"I think his head just popped up inside of me!" Tony exclaimed with a totally crazed look on his face. "But, man, it feels incredible!"

Just like before, the rest of us could do nothing but simply watch as Tony strutted around the room, gripping his tiny little bodybuilder pal between his tightly ripped cheeks. It seems as though the alternating grinding motions of his swaggering masculine stride might actually rip the little man’s body to pieces.

"Be careful, Tony," Tito admonished him. "Remember what happened the last time? You don't want to..." (Kill him... The last two words remained unspoken but somehow seemed audible to the rest of us anyway.)

Tony simply shrugged it all off with a disdainful snort. It was obvious he was having too much fun to stop now. After he had paraded around the room a few times, he uttered those infamous words again, "Uh-oh..."

"Now what?" Tito asked excitedly.

"He just stopped moving," Tony replied, sounding very disappointed. "Musta' suffocated or something..."

While the rest of us watched in utter disbelief, Tony swung one hand around behind himself, placing the tip of his thick middle finger right between Jerry's limp, dangling legs. With one swift thrust, he pushed upward until Jerry's little body completely disappeared from view. Once again, a smile of satisfaction crossed his handsome face.

"Well," Tony said casually as he stripped his jockstrap off, finally allowing his huge erect cock to bob free, "I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I need to take a shower."

To my disbelief, Tony suddenly turned to me and said, "Hey, bud, how'd you like to give me some help back in the shower? My lats are getting too wide for me to reach my back. I could sure use a hand..."

I'm sure my chin must have hit the floor, but I found myself eagerly agreeing as I began stripping off my clothes as well while Tony began walking toward the showers. Glancing back over his huge shoulder at me, he grinned and winked as he added, "Who knows? You might just find a secret little surprise hidden somewhere for you to play with...!"

The End