Lean and Mean
By: Giantguy
The credit card machine spit out the receipt. Charlie looked
up as he was finishing filling in the application form.
"There ya go," Barry (wearing his Universal Gym shirt that
said "Barry" on it) said, leaning over to rip the receipt
off. "Sign this and you're all set for a year's membership."
He sat back on the stool behind the desk, swiping his hand
through his dirty-blonde hair. He surveyed the new member --
Charlie -- reading through his application while Charlie
signed the slip. DOB -- hmm, makes him 25 -- member of the
sports club across town until now -- swimmer, by the looks of
him -- hair a little green from the pool -- probably 5'9 when
he stands up straight...
"And why'd you say you wanted to join up here?" Barry held
his pen, waiting as Charlie looked up.
"Uh -- checked out the pool you guys have, it's better than
the one I was using. Plus the membership sale, with the free
training sessions. I've been wanting to do some more lifting
-- that's still included, right?"
"Oh yeah, it's all in there. We should get your first
session set up. I can assign you to somebody, or you can
pick -- all the pictures of the trainers are over there on
the wall if ya want to check 'em out."
Charlie saw where Barry was pointing -- a series of framed
8x10s hung on the wall, each with a picture of a trainer and
a short bio explaining their backgrounds, training and
specialties.
He looked them over -- there was a mix of men and women, some
in their 20s, others older and tougher. Some of them flashed
their best "I'm also an actor!" smiles at the camera, while
some scowled in mean-bodybuilder style. There was one at the
end that caught Charlie's eye -- labeled "Seth." The guy
looked to be late 20s, maybe black Irish or even Greek --
dark hair and eyes, a crooked nose that looked like it had
been busted in a fight once or twice. He had a different
expression on his face than the rest ... he stared right into
the camera, almost past it, with one corner of his full mouth
curled in a slight sneer.
Charlie came back to the desk. "So, how about this Seth
guy?" Barry stopped for a second.
"Uh -- you sure? There's a lot of good ones up there. Maybe
I can recommend somebody for you to start out with --"
"Why? He no good or something?"
Barry shook his head. "No, he's good. Damn good. Thing is,
he's tough. He'll push ya. Push ya hard."
"Well, that's what I want."
Barry leaned across the counter. "Man, I've seen some real
pro-level guys train with Seth. He's tough enough that they
don't come back."
Charlie thought about this for a second. What was the guy, a
goddamn boot camp sergeant? Maybe that would be good for
him. He'd been pretty hard on himself, keeping in top shape
since he'd graduated and stopped swimming competitively --
but he was gonna need somebody to really kick his ass if he
was going to put on some mass and go up a level.
"I'll take my chances," Charlie grinned. "When's the hard-
ass free next?"
Barry pulled out the schedule, shaking his head again. Here
we go again, he thought. "How about -- hey, he's got a space
tomorrow. Last session -- nine o'clock. You up for it?"
"I'm up for it." Charlie said. This is going to be just
what I need, he thought.
The next night, Charlie came racing in at five minutes to
nine. It had been a bitch of a day, and he was looking
forward to forgetting about all of that crap and just working
his ass off. Barry saluted from behind the counter.
"Thought maybe you were gonna chicken out, man" he said,
swiping Charlie's new ID.
"Hell no!" Charlie shouted over his shoulder as he went down
the stairs to the locker room in the basement level. He
changed his clothes at lightning speed, keeping one eye on
the clock. He didn't want to be late for his first session,
especially if this guy lived up to his reputation. He
barreled up the steps to the second level, where the free
weights were, looking across the floor to the trainer's
station.
There was Seth. Hard to miss him. The picture captured the
rough, angular planes of his face, but it didn't give a clue
how BIG this guy was. He was six five, easy, and probably
weighed in at 240 pounds of muscle. He leaned against the
door of the trainer's office, his arms folded, making his
already massive biceps look like bowling balls. His dark
hair was curly, shining as though he'd already had a hard
workout session. Sideburns came down along the edge of his
jaw, which was covered in five o'clock shadow.
Charlie straightened his shoulders and headed toward the
trainer's station. Couldn't start off being intimidated --
he'd had some tough coaches in college, nobody was going to
break him in one session.
"Hey -- you're, uh, you're Seth, right?"
Seth didn't move, just focused his gaze down on Charlie,
appraising him slowly. After a minute, he spoke, in a low,
smooth voice.
"So you're Mister Nine O Clock. You ready?"
Charlie just nodded. He was ready.
"Let's get to it."
Barry had been right. Seth was damn good, but he was a son
of a bitch. He put Charlie through the hardest workout of his
life -- correcting his form, pushing him to his weight limit,
growling at him to squeeze out a few more reps. Charlie
kept up under Seth's constant barrage, just focusing down and
concentrating. He was surprising even himself -- he hadn't
trained this hard in a couple of years, but it was all coming
back to him.
"Come on man, push it. PUSH IT. Now one more. I SAID ONE
MORE. COME ON."
Charlie grunted, heaving the bar up over his chest one last
time. Seth took it from him, slamming it back on the
supports. Seth looked down at him. "Not bad."
Charlie grinned. From what he knew about Seth so far, that
was probably the highest praise you could get out of him.
Seth turned and headed toward the trainer's room. "Come on.
Got some tests for you." Charlie heaved himself off the
bench and followed, wiping the sweat out of his eyes. Man,
he had sweated clear through his shirt.
"Tests? Like what?" Charlie noticed that the gym, which had
still been pretty busy when he came in, was close to
completely cleared out. The clock read 10:30.
Seth took a set of keys from the trainer's station and opened
a door into a further room. "Body composition. Want to see
where you're starting off, give ya a goal to hit."
Score! Charlie grinned to himself. He must have passed the
test -- wasn't going to be one of the dropouts. "That's
great, never had that measured. Is it uh, is it gonna take
long?"
Seth turned, frowning. "Why? You got someplace to be?"
Charlie flushed. "No, no, I'm cool with it, just saw the
time, I know the gym is closing pretty soon, and I uh --"
Seth turned back. "I have keys. Don't fucking worry about
it. Get in here."
Seth motioned Charlie into the room. There was a padded
table like a massage table, and a small desk holding a small
piece of equipment that had a few switches and dials, and two
wires running from it. Charlie stood, not sure what to do
next.
Seth sat down, flipping the dial around, watching an LED
readout. "Get up there. Shoes and socks off. Shirt off
too, that's easier." he said, curtly. Charlie slid by him to
get to the table. In the enclosed space, Seth seemed even
bigger, filling the room, his breathing echoing off the walls
as he concentrated on the machine.
Charlie pulled off his Nikes and his sweaty socks, then sat
up, lifting his shirt over his head and balling it up, wiping
the sweat from his pits with it. He stared at Seth's arms,
the powerful biceps flexing slightly as Seth adjusted the
machine. Damn -- he wondered if he could ever get as built
up as that. He rubbed his hand over the smooth skin of his
shoulder and across his hairless chest. Well, if anybody
could get him built up, it was this guy.
"Okay, we hook these electrodes up to ya -- doesn't hurt in
case you're wondering -- one to your hand one to your foot.
Lay back." Charlie did, as Seth took the wires, and stood
over him. Charlie looked up... Seth looked huge, towering
above him, arms massive, pecs swelling out of his muscle
shirt. Seth took the adhesive ends of the wires, attaching
one to Charlie's hand, reaching down to put the other on
Charlie's bare foot. As he did, Charlie felt a quick spark
where Seth touched him. He jumped a little. Seth grinned as
he turned back to the machine.
"Okay, so this piece of junk runs a little current through
you and figures out how much body fat you got... you won't
even feel it." There was a pause as Seth set the machine
going. He cleared his throat. "So you eat good? No junk
food crap?"
Charlie stared at the ceiling. Even not looking at Seth, he
could still feel his presence, his energy, filling the tiny
room. "No... no I eat pretty good."
"Cause that's the most important thing. I don't put any of
that shit into my body," Seth's voice lowered a little. "I
only eat the good stuff."
He looked at the readout, checking it against Charlie's
chart, reading his weight, punching some numbers into the
machine.
"Looks like... looks like you're at 10%. Not bad." Seth
turned to look at Charlie, again eyeing him up and down,
evaluating his lean, smooth body. "Not bad at all buddy. I
think you pass."
Charlie almost couldn't look back at Seth. He had
butterflies going in his stomach and he was starting to sweat
again, and he didn't know why. "Well... that's great. So
can I take these wires off?"
Seth grinned wide. "Oh, I'll take 'em off for ya -- in just
a sec. One more thing we gotta do." He flipped a switch on
the back of the machine, and turned the dial all the way to
one side. "Hold on." he said, punching a button.
Charlie felt a buzzing sensation, and then his vision blacked
out.
A second (a minute? an hour?) later, Charlie tried to shake
his head. It was hard to move... there was ringing in his
ears, but he heard a smooth click like the sound of ... like
the sound of the door being locked. He tried to move his
lips. They tingled. He heard Seth's low, even voice.
"You okay there buddy? Musta hit the wrong switch or
something. Happens. Crappy machine. Might be tough to move
there for a second, just lay back."
Charlie blinked his eyes. His vision was blurry but it was
coming back. He felt Seth's warm hands at his feet, removing
the electrode, and rubbing over them, bringing some sensation
back. He felt almost like he were removed, watching himself.
"Here we go buddy. You're gonna do just fine... 10%, now
that's damn good. Most of the guys who come dragging in here
are at 22, maybe 20, 15 even. Haven't had a ten percenter in
a while... nice and lean. The good stuff."
Charlie tried to clear his head. He was hearing Seth's
voice, hypnotic like an FM DJ, but the words weren't
connecting. He felt Seth's huge hands grip his ankles.
"Mmm... yeah. Been waiting a while for this."
Charlie felt something warm and wet sliding over his toes,
slowly down his feet and over his ankles ... it felt good ...
he was still lightheaded from the shock ... but he was
getting his feeling back in his fingers and toes ... his feet
were warming up... he wiggled his toes, moving them back and
forth in the slippery wetness. There was a grunt, and Seth's
hands, now gripping his calves, tightened their grip.
Charlie raised himself up slightly. He blinked again, his
vision coming in to focus. His breath tightened, and he
almost passed out again.
Seth had both his feet engulfed in his mouth, which was
stretching wider and wider, steadily drawing Charlie in. In
the moment it took Charlie to process what was happening,
Seth's distended mouth was wrapped around Charlie's shins
just below the knee.
"What the... what the FUCK are you --" Charlie's words were
cut off as Seth grabbed his thighs, lifting him and
whipcracking him back against the table, knocking the breath
out of him. Charlie scrabbled for a handhold on the smooth,
padded surface of the table, but found nothing. He looked
down again at the impossible sight -- Seth, his jaw stretched
to an incredible size, slowly stuffing Charlie down into his
maw. Charlie felt his legs sliding against Seth's rough, wet
tongue -- his feet were surrounded by smooth, slick flesh
that squeezed against them as Seth gulped and gulped again,
taking Charlie down into his throat.
Charlie struggled against the suction that was pulling him in
-- he felt Seth's tongue swipe against him, slurping and
drooling as Seth advanced, unstoppable, pushing his gaping
mouth up Charlie's thighs.
Seth reached out with both hands, gripping Charlie's thin
cotton workout shorts on either side. Charlie saw the veins
in Seth's biceps pulse as the muscles knotted, until the
shorts gave way, ripping off Charlie's hips. Charlie was
left with just his jock, with Seth's lips just beneath them.
Charlie closed his eyes, refusing to believe what was
happening. Still, he could feel Seth's hot breath blowing
across his crotch... and he could feel the thick, slippery
spit oozing from Seth's lips, soaking the pouch of his jock.
Then he could feel Seth's hands... sliding across him ...
pulling at his jock...
Charlie opened his eyes again, staring at Seth, who had him
halfway down his throat. Seth had slicked up his hands with
spit, and was now pressing his huge hands down on Charlie's
cock, massaging it, jacking it. Charlie tried to struggle
again, but he was locked within Seth's mouth more tightly
than ever.
And he suddenly felt his cock beginning to get hard.
"No! NO FUCKIN WAY! STOP!" Charlie shouted, trying to push
against Seth's shoulders. But it was too late -- Charlie's
cock had sprung to full hardness, unable to resist the
friction from Seth's callused hands. Charlie flung himself
back, gasping for breath, feeling his full seven and half
inches raise up from his crotch, his cock hard and aching.
There was an appreciative grunt from Seth, who gripped
Charlie's cock in one hand, giving it a quick pump before
letting it splat back against Charlie's heaving abs.
Charlie felt Seth readjust his position... and he felt the
warm wetness sliding over his balls and up his cock.
Charlie suddenly began to struggle again with everything he
had in him. He twisted his body, trying to spring himself
loose from the hot, wet suction trap of Seth's mouth. He
tried to pry Seth's lips up, only causing Seth's to chuckle
deep in his throat. Charlie didn't have much strength left -
- the supercharged workout had left him drained, limp,
muscles close to trembling with fatigue... the perfect
victim, he realized, as he fell back against the table,
unable to fight anymore.
Seth's hands were under his back now, lifting him and sliding
him into Seth's mouth. Seth's lips were stretched around his
chest now, making it harder for him to breathe. He could
feel Seth's huge tongue swiping back and forth across him,
digging in between the cheeks of his ass, driving his body
upward so his cock rubbed across the ridged roof of Seth's
mouth.
Charlie was growing more lightheaded from the fatigue and
adrenalin plus the squeezing of his torso. He felt a
familiar tingling in his balls... the relentless friction
against his cock, now deep in Seth's mouth, was bringing him
close to the edge... his hands were raised over his head
now... Seth pulled him in further, gripping him by the
shoulders, lips almost to his neck... his cock was sliding
against smoother flesh... it was contracting around him.. the
sensation was incredible ... he could barely breathe ... his
vision was blacking out again... Seth's muscular tongue was
licking, pushing, driving against his asshole, then sliding
all the way up his back and down again... he was close... so
close... on the edge... he was beginning to moan softly, not
even realizing he was doing it... his dick throbbed... he
thrust it against the powerful muscles of Seth's throat as he
felt Seth's lips at his chin... sliding upward, covering
him...
He came, his cum blasting in spurts deep in Seth's swollen
throat. At the same time, Seth groaned, straining,
gulping...
Charlie's hands were the last of him to slide between Seth's
lips. Seth crawled forward onto the table, flipping himself
over, throat muscles still working as he pushed Charlie deep
into his belly. Seth was covered in sweat... rubbing his
hands across his iron abs... feeling the struggle within...
He worked his jaw slowly... feeling it return to normal...
feeling his pulse pounding strongly in his ears... his breath
slowing...
There was a knock on the door. "Hey. Hey, it's Barry. I'm
closing up. You all done in there?"
Seth opened his mouth, straining to reply. He let out a
long, wet belch, which rumbled out for a good ten seconds.
Barry stepped away from the door, grinning to himself. Oh
yeah. He was done.