Personal Trainer - Part 2

From: Marcus

As I tried to squirm around to find a more comfortable position, the pins and needles sensations returned, stinging me all the way from my shoulders and hips out and down to my hands and feet. This time, however, my efforts actually yielded some results. A low deep growl began rumbling within the hairy chest pressed against my face and the arms wrapped around my torso seemed to loosening their grip on me ever so slightly. As I craned my neck back as far as I could, I saw that Rick was starting to wake up as well, his groggy eyelids barely beginning to open and blink.

"Morning', baby!" he grumbled with a grin. Impossible as it may seem, his voice sounded even deeper now than it had the night before. Suddenly, his arms tightened around me once again as his huge bulging biceps crushed all the air out of my lungs with another suffocating bear hug.

"Good morning," I squeaked in return when he finally let me breathe again, still feeling totally helpless and trapped.

Suddenly, one of Rick's arms moved away, but the other remained, holding me tightly in place across my shoulders. I could feel his free hand starting to run up and down over my back, cupping both of my bare buttocks in one huge grasp each time his hand passed down over my lower back.

"Mmmmm," he growled with satisfaction. "That feels good!"

I was about to voice the exact same opinion when the index finger on Rick's hand deftly slipped down into the crack between my cheeks. All I could do was gasp and shudder when the tip of his finger began circling and probing my hole. Rick chuckled in response as he realized what complete and utter control he had over my puny little body. I began bracing myself for what might come next when everything suddenly stopped. Apparently, Rick had something else in mind, other than immediately resuming our marathon lovemaking session from the night before.

In one swift move, Rick swung his legs over the side of the mattress and came up into a seated position on the side of the bed. He had carried me right along with him of course, and before I knew it, I found myself sitting on his huge, hairy lap. Rick's one arm remained wrapped around my shoulders while the other free hand that had just been probing my ass began caressing and exploring the front of my body now. As he rolled my cock gingerly between his mighty thumb and forefinger, I looked up and found Rick smiling down at me. I found myself still hoping he was as smitten with me as I was with him.

"You'd better call your boss," Rick suddenly suggested.

"What? Why?" I asked in confusion, remembering how he had "tortured" me the night before while I had been on the phone with my boss.

Rick gestured toward the clock on the bedside table. Its bright green digital display was showing us that it was already almost nine o'clock.

"Tell him you won't be in today," Rick said, somewhat demandingly.

"Okay," I answered warily, wondering what my huge master might have in store for me the rest of the day. After experiencing firsthand Rick's insatiable sexual appetite the night before, I had to wonder if I might even survive an entire day with him.

As I reached out for the phone, one of Rick's huge muscular paws wrapped around my skinny little forearm momentarily.

"For that matter," Rick added, "you might as well go ahead and tell him right now that you're going to quit."

"What?!" I exclaimed.

"You don't really like your job, do you?" Rick asked in confusion.

"Well, it's not exactly my most favorite thing in the world," I answered truthfully, stealing a glance at the huge cock hanging down between Rick's thighs right beneath me, letting him know what *was* my most favorite thing in the world.

"So quit then," Rick answered decidedly, bringing my gaze back up to meet his. "I'll take care of you." He hugged me and flashed another one of those heartwarming smiles that made me feel like I was absolutely melting inside.

"But..." I stammered, "what about my bills? My car's not even paid for yet."

Rick dismissed all that with a mere wave of one huge strong hand. "Don't worry about it," he reassured me. "I'll pay for anything you need... on one condition."

"What's that?" I asked skeptically.

"Well, you'll have to make another phone call..." he answered teasingly with a grin.

"To who?"

"You might as well call your landlord too, and tell him you'll be moving out today..."

After another one of those beaming smiles and a gentle kiss to my forehead, I was convinced. As I dialed the phone, I felt like a real pushover, but hey, can you really blame a guy? I mean, how often does an offer like *this* come along...?!

After all the appropriate phone calls were made, Rick also called the gym and told them he wouldn't be in at work today either. Then, after a huge breakfast (I'd heard that bodybuilders could really put away the food and Rick really proved the point), we both jumped into some sweat suits. Mine was still lying on the bathroom floor from the night before, and Rick pulled one of the same color out of his closet. It was old and worn and gray, looking like it had seen plenty of use over the years. It also looked like he had bought it when his arm and shoulder muscles had been about three sizes smaller, judging from the way it clung to him like a second skin.

Next, we drove across town in Rick's car to my apartment. It was relatively easy to move all of my stuff over to Rick's place since I had just moved in here and hadn't really even had a chance to unpack everything yet. We just transferred all the cardboard boxes sitting around my place back out to his car, most of them with the brown packing tape still intact and untouched. Rick single-handedly carried all the heavier boxes for me this time, whereas when I'd moved in here, I'd had to hire a moving company to carry all the heavy stuff for me. Back then, I'd thought those guys had been big and strong, but now they seemed scrawny and skinny in hindsight, no match at all for my new strong hunk of a husband. After we'd gotten everything packed into Rick's car and mine, I wrote a check that would cover the rest of my rent for that month and left it in my landlord's mailbox with a brief note thanking him for his hospitality. I was a bit relieved that no one was around the apartment complex today to see me with my new boyfriend or ask any questions, and we made a quick, quiet getaway back to Rick's much more posh and elegant love shack.

Once we had all of my belongings transferred to Rick's townhouse, I started unpacking some of the more important things that I thought I might need right away. Rick was a real sweetheart and helped me as much as he could, especially wherever any strong muscle was needed to move things around. As we started unpacking my wardrobe, Rick said, "Gosh, if I'd known what was in these boxes, we could've stopped off at a dumpster somewhere..."

"What?" I asked in confusion as I tried to smooth out the wrinkles in of one of my favorite shirts.

"You're not going to need any of this shit," he answered sternly as he tossed my favorite pair of pants into his wastebasket.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Gimme that!"

I came around the foot of the bed and started to retrieve the garment, but Rick objected. He grabbed me by the arm and said, "Hmmm, have you forgotten so quickly, little man?! There are no clothes allowed in this house!"

I watched in amazement as Rick released his grip on my arm and lifted both of his arms up into a double bicep pose over top of my head. The dull gray sweatshirt he was wearing immediately began straining at the seams and was soon followed by the sound of ripping fabric. The shirt burst open first across his upper back, followed by another rip and the appearance of the peaks of each of his biceps tearing the side seams of his sleeves wide open. Within seconds, he was standing there with nothing but shredded rags hanging down from his shoulders. I swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat. It was just like watching an episode of "The Incredible Hulk" back when I was a kid. And it was causing the same type of reaction down in my pants as well.

Unfortunately, Rick's sweatpants were a little too loose and baggy for him to burst out of them in a similar manner, but he quickly bent over and swept them off in one grand sweeping motion. He wasn't wearing any underwear or jockstrap underneath of them, causing me to wonder if he even *owned* any underwear anywhere. Once again, I found him towering over top of me completely in the nude.

"Remember what I said?!" Rick said looking down at me with disdain at my own similar grey sweat suit.

"Uh..." I started to stammer. Before I knew what was happening, Rick had reached down and pulled my shirt up and off over my head before I could even react.

"Nope, you won't be needing this anymore," he reiterated as he took the garment between his two strong hands and shredded it above my head as though it were made of gauze. It looked just like Rick's own shirt now, except, of course, that I had not been strong enough to exit from it in the same manner he had. He tossed it into the trashcan on top of his own shirt, with my favorite pants getting buried further and further beneath everything else.

Returning his attention to me once more, Rick added, "Oh, and those will simply have to go too!"

Suddenly, he was bending over and I found one of his huge arms wrapping around my lower back and waist. He lifted me up high into the air, pressing my belly against his chest as he stood erect again, leaving my legs dangling down over his abdomen. With his other free hand, he grabbed hold of the waistband of my sweatpants and whipped them down off of me in seconds. I wasn't sure if he'd intended it or not, but my underwear went right along with it, all of it being tossed unceremoniously into the wastebasket as well.

We were both totally naked again now and Rick hugged me against his warm, hard, hairy torso, seeming to savor the sensation as he planted a deep, passionate kiss on my lips. I must have looked a bit confused when he glanced down at me.

"What?" he replied. "Didn't I tell you? I'm a nudist here at home. I never wear *anything* unless I have to go out to work or something. Other than that, no clothes allowed in *this* house!"

As he squeezed all the oxygen from my lungs again, I started to wonder exactly what I had gotten myself into this time...

I soon began to realize that Rick was totally serious about his "no clothes" policy. He had only allowed me to keep just a few pieces of my clothing, and sometime when I wasn't looking, he had stored them away in a tightly sealed box in a place he knew I'd probably never be able to reach -- at the very back of a shelf at the top of his nine foot tall closet.

I also learned that he had been telling the truth about his own home nudism as well. The guy *never* wore a stitch of clothes, unless he was on his way out the door to go to work at the gym. And even then, it was always as little as possible -- and usually made out of spandex. Mind you, I'm not complaining, of course. I often thought to myself, 'Hell, yeah, if *I* looked like that, I'd be prancing around in the nude all the time too!'

Fortunately, my job had brought me to a warm climate where a clothing optional policy was much more the norm than it would have been in, say, Fargo, North Dakota. It was just taking me a little time to get accustomed to not wearing any clothes myself and being around such a gorgeous hunk that was always letting it all hang out as well. It took me quite a while to get to the point where I wasn't simply staring at Rick constantly, savoring the view as it were, but he never really seemed to mind. Whenever he would catch me staring at him, worshipping his body with my eyes from across the room, he would just smile and then go about his business, seeming to "unconsciously" flex a few more muscles in my direction from time to time. He would often turn away and thrust his buttocks out toward me before walking off, letting me savor the sight of his huge globes of muscle bouncing back and forth from side to side as he strutted around. I could tell from the smirk on his face as he looked back over his shoulder that he was really enjoying having his own private little captive audience to perform for.

Over the next few weeks, Rick's life seemed to get back to a more normal routine for him. He was usually working about six hours a day at the gym, plus another two or three after that for his own amazingly intense workout. When he told me the details of his exercise routine, involving amounts of weight that would have probably exceeded that of a small compact car, I began to understand how this guy managed to stay so incredibly huge and strong. It never ceased to amaze me that he always had enough energy left over after all that to come home and have sex with me up into the wee hours of the morning. He was an absolute sexual dynamo, no doubt fueled by the gallons of testosterone coursing through his veins as a result of his intense athletic lifestyle. There was hardly a day that went by without him fucking my brains out for most of the night, just as we had on the very first day we'd met. Eventually, it got to the point where he would just walk in through the front door from work and point toward the bedroom with an evil grin on his face as he began ripping his clothes off as fast as he could. I soon learned to obey this silent command, just as any good pet would.

The changes in *my* life on the other hand were taking quite a bit of getting used to. During the day while Rick was away at work, I had absolutely nothing to do since he had demanded I quit my job. At first, it was a very welcome change. I had been needing a vacation for a very long time, and it was wonderful to spend several days just lying at home in bed relaxing. Soon though, that got old really quick and I began getting bored. When I mentioned to Rick one morning that I'd like to go out and do some sightseeing since I hadn't had a chance to look around since I had moved to town, he frowned and seemed to get a little upset at first. But then he laughed it all off by saying, "Sure, go right ahead, but you'll probably get arrested for indecent exposure!"

"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion.

"Well, this might be a liberal town, but public nudity is still against the law."

"Well, I wasn't planning on going out like *this*," I explained, gesturing toward the fact that we were both fixing our breakfast stark naked, as we always were nowadays.

"Doesn't seem like you have much of a choice to me," Rick answered with an evil gleam in his eye.

"You did keep *some* of my clothes--" I started to protest.

"Yeah, but only in case of an emergency," Rick explained. "You don't *need* to go out." His voice had suddenly taken on a decidedly firm tone, and to be honest, I was afraid to argue with him when he started growling at me like that.

Later that day, after Rick had gone to work, I tried to climb up in his bedroom closet to retrieve my clothes. I couldn't find any kind of ladder anywhere in the house -- not even a short stepladder -- but then I thought to myself, 'Duh! Would what a giant like Rick need with any kind of ladder?!' When he yawned and stretched his arms straight up in the air (which made him look so incredibly sexy by the way), he could have almost touched the ceiling with his fingertips if he wanted to.

In any case, after performing a precarious balancing act on top of several boxes stacked on top of a rickety wooden chair that was suffering from years of bearing up Rick's incredibly massive weight, I still couldn't reach the box containing my clothes. My fingers were still almost a foot below the front edge of the top shelf when the chair beneath me creaked suspiciously, causing me to lose my balance. I came crashing down to the floor, almost breaking the chair *and* my neck in the process. I decided there must be some other way...

If I was ever going to get out of this mess, I figured I was probably going to need some help, so I went to the telephone beside Rick's bed. I wasn't sure of who to call since I had just moved here and hadn't really made any new friends in town yet -- other than Rick, of course. I decided I'd call Carl, one of my co-workers at the office. He and I had hit it off fairly well during my first week at work and he would probably be willing to help me. As I picked up the receiver though, I wasn't quite sure how I was going to explain my predicament to him. 'Uh, yeah, ya' see, Carl, it's like this -- I'm being held hostage by this huge, hairy, naked giant I met at the gym who keeps me naked all the time too, fucks me every night, and now he won't let me leave his house...' I'd always had a feeling that Carl was probably gay too, so I could just imagine that his response would probably be, 'Yeah, so what's your problem, man?'

As I brought the phone to my ear and started to dial Carl's number at the office, a loud, obnoxious beep suddenly sounded in my ear, followed by a female voice saying, "Please enter your ten digit security access code to obtain an outside line."

"What the fuck--?" I muttered to myself.

I tried again, but the exact same thing happened. I realized Rick must have had his phone line changed to keep me from making any "unauthorized" calls out. This was getting scary. After stewing over my predicament for a while, I decided I could probably try to get some help from one of Rick's neighbors. I hadn't met any of them in person yet, but he seemed to live in an all-gay neighborhood and some of the guys I'd seen coming and going out on the street looked like fairly decent, nice guys. I pulled a clean sheet out of the linen closet and wrapped it around me before walking out to the front door in the living room. Sure, it would be embarrassing to explain to some stranger what was going on here, but I had to try.

To my surprise, the front door wouldn't open. At first, I thought it might just have been stuck or fitting tightly in its frame, or maybe I was just too weak to pull it open on the first try. (Certainly wouldn't have been the first time *that* ever happened.) I tried again, but then I realized that the doorknob wouldn't even turn. After several failed attempts, I decided to try the back door in the kitchen, but I found the exact same problem there as well. I looked around the room and then pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and dragged it over to the cabinets along the rear wall. I used it to climb up onto the countertop between the toaster and the refrigerator. The window above the sink wouldn't budge either. That was when I saw a small metal device attached to the outside of the window frame. The sticker on the side of it said "Lock 'Em Up Tight Security Company -- We understand that privacy is a must."

Rick had obviously had locked me in from the outside. I suddenly realized there was no way I could even make contact with the outside world. I absent-mindedly dropped my sheet and started racing around the house in a nude panic. After trying every single door and window in the place, I realized there was no way I could possibly escape. With a sudden flash of hope, I rushed into the study and turned on Rick's computer, but even after the damned thing finally got up and running, I found everything on it was triple password protected. There was no way I possibly connect with the net to try to send out a cry for help by email either. I cursed under my breath as I turned the damn thing back off. I sat down and stewed over my predicament the rest of the day, getting angrier all the time, until I finally heard the key turning in the lock at the front door.

Rick could immediately tell that something was wrong. I hadn't rushed out to greet him with a hug around the waist and kisses to his hairy navel as he stripped off his sweaty workout clothes just inside the front door. I simply stood in the doorway to the kitchen with my arms folded across my chest, watching him disrobe, but not receiving much pleasure from it this time though. I really wished *I* had some clothes on right now; I was feeling way too naked and vulnerable.

"What's wrong?" he asked once he was totally nude again. I could already smell the manly aroma of sweat wafting across the room from his armpits and groin, causing my dick to harden and stir, but I tried to ignore all that, absent-mindedly pushing it back down.

"All the doors and windows are locked," I replied sternly.

"Yeah, so?" he answered nonchalantly, openly scratching his crotch right in front of me. His innocent gesture only served to arouse me even further as I watched his cock and balls bouncing up and down to his rough, manly ministrations.

"So... am I a prisoner here?" I asked.

"If you are, you certainly look like a happy one!" he answered with a smile, staring at my damned raging hard-on that just wouldn't quit.

I simply glared back at him. He began to frown and came walking over to tower above me, puffing his huge hairy chest out above my head. I had sort of gotten used to that over the past few weeks, but now it was very disconcerting again to be so dwarfed and powerless beneath him.

"Listen," Rick said sternly, glaring down at me over the expanse of his hairy body. His voice had taken on a mean, angry tone again. "You wanted to move in here, right?"

I nodded my head silently in reply.

"Well, you're living under my roof now, mister. And as long as you do, you'll be living by *my* rules..."

After Rick's paternal sounding "my house/my rules" speech, I stormed off and locked myself in the bathroom and didn't even speak to him for several hours. As I sat on the can and thought things through though, I eventually realized that he was right. He had been *more* than generous to me, much more than anyone else had ever been in my entire life. He'd given me a place to stay (a very elegantly decorated one at that) with free room and board, all the food I could eat (his pantry was always fully stocked in order to maintain his muscle mass), and total freedom from financial worry or burden. The two of us had settled quite nicely into the traditional breadwinner/homemaker roles, with Rick bringing home all the dough while I was the one who popped it in the oven for my dear, loving husband.

Speaking of food, from the very beginning, the two of us had decided to share the responsibility of cooking our meals, mainly since Rick was so particular about his high-protein bodybuilder's diet. He insisted his meals had to be prepared in an exact manner so as not to disturb their nutritional value, so I usually just helped out a little, rather than doing things all by myself. The one time I had tried to surprise him by cooking one of his favorite dishes for him before he got home from work, he threw the whole thing out because, stupid me, I had actually *heated* the canola oil, unknowingly causing it to break down into a rancid, trans-fatty grease which he seemed to think would immediately clog his arteries and lead to a fatal stroke by the next morning. After I had spent several hours slaving over the proverbial hot stove, all I could do was watch as Rick dumped the entire (edible) meal into the trash can and then started cooking it all over again, shaking his head back and forth in utter disbelief at my stupidity. I never even received so much as a "Thanks for trying anyway, honey" for all my efforts.

The only thing Rick had ever really asked of me was that I do a little housework for him -- washing the dishes, vacuuming the carpet, etc. Unbeknownst to me, right after I moved in, he had fired his housekeeper who had always done those things for him before. I suppose he didn't want her walking in and finding some skinny, naked captive locked up in his house, especially with the way news could spread over the local grapevine.

In any case, with time, I came to realize that my new life wasn't really all that terrible. I had all those things Rick had given me, plus a wild, crazy sex life that was more incredible than I had ever thought possible. If the trade-off was that I couldn't ever leave the house, and then was that really such a terrible thing? I mean, after all, certain dogs and cats get used to it after a while, so why couldn't I? It was kind of disconcerting to realize I actually was being kept, like a pet, but deep down, a certain part of me really enjoyed it, the part that found being dominated and humiliated by a muscular giant so sexually appealing.

When I finally came out of the bathroom and admitted to Rick that I had been wrong, he and I made up for our argument -- in bed. The sex we had that night was even more wild and passionate than it had ever been before. Rick even pretended he could actually feel me fucking him from behind with my tiny cock, just to make me feel better, I suppose. While he was moaning and groaning with each thrust I made into him, I had to wonder if he was being for real, or if I was merely tickling his ass again.

In any case, the next morning, everything was back to normal. Rick reluctantly strapped on his skimpy spandex shorts and nipple-exposing string tank top and headed out the door. All alone in the big house again, I decided to plop back down in bed for a while. As I reached out for the TV remote on the bedside table and tried to kick back and get comfortable, I realized that one of my housekeeping duties today was going to have to be changing the sheets on the bed. Rick was always spraying so much cum and precum everywhere during our lovemaking sessions every night that the sheets on our bed would get stinky and stiff as a board if I didn't change them almost every single day. Rick never seemed to mind it much, but I always tried to keep clean sheets on the bed. I kept having this recurring nightmare where I would awaken lying in a huge puddle of cum that had dried overnight, keeping me plastered in place, unable to move or escape, while a giant cock hovered right over top of me...

In any case, I decided there wasn't any urgency on changing the sheets right now since I had gotten used to the smell by now and I could just pull the covers around 'til I found a relatively clean spot to lie on. I propped myself up against a pillow and flicked the TV on. I hated to admit it, but other than this not leaving the house bit, I was having the time of my life. I had always wondered what it would be like to be lazy and just lounge around the house, getting to do whatever you wanted all day long without having to worry about money or paying the bills, etc.

Much to my dismay, I quickly became a deeply rooted couch potato. After rummaging through Rick's pantry and finding all kinds of junk food that he kept on hand for whenever he needed to "carb up", I would drag my sugar-laden stash back to the bedroom and sometimes do nothing more than watch TV all day long while lying naked in bed and pigging out. I quickly became addicted to several soap operas-- excuse me, daytime dramas, as they prefer to be called. I would watch with bated breath as each episode unfolded on the big glowing screen at the foot of the bed, all the while cramming down as much popcorn, potato chips, marshmallows and fudge brownies as I could. I'll never forget that one historic day when we all discovered that Dr. Hudson at Mercy General Hospital actually *was* cheating on his cheap slut of a wife -- and with the young, handsome pool boy who came around to clean their hot tub every week no less! I actually dropped an entire bowl of popcorn down in the bed when she came walking in unexpectedly, returning early from the country club one day, and found the two of them embraced in a deep, passionate lip-lock while submerged in the hot, steamy, bubbling water with their skimpy nylon Speedos strewn over the sides of the tub...

Again, I hate to admit it, but another staple of my existence soon came to be daytime talk shows, i.e. trashy tabloid TV, a sure sign of the decline of Western civilization. It never ceased to amaze me that people could actually be stupid enough to go on TV and reveal the most intimate details of their life in front of a national TV audience. I actually started enjoying it pretty soon though and soon started laughing out loud at some of the more ridiculous guests and show topics. I was just relieved to know that Jenny Jones hadn't been stupid enough to try to do any more shows about people revealing their secret crushes on people of the same sex... Most of the shows were downright ludicrous and I often found myself swinging a fist in the air, rooting Ricki Lake on with "You go, girl!" or dismissing Jerry Springer with a limp-wristed "You ain't all that, honey!"

In any case, I'd hate to think if any of my old friends could have seen what kind of sleazy degenerate I had de-evolved into these days, but I had to admit, I was happier now than I had been in a long time. The only part of the day I really hated was the last hour before Rick came home from work when I would have to jump up, rip the sheets off the bed and stuff them into the washer, then vacuum up all the potato chip crumbs and stray pieces of popcorn that had flown all over the room from out of the bed sheets. Rick must have noticed all the junk food that was missing from his pantry cabinets, but he never said a word about it. And thanks to the hummingbird-like metabolism I had been cursed with all my life, I still couldn't manage to gain a pound. I was still the same skinny little "boy" Rick had fallen in love with at first sight.


After a few months of pure wedded bliss, to my dismay, I started picking up some bad vibes from Rick. Sure, we had our arguments from time to time, just like any couple does, but we always seemed to work things out. In the end, Rick was always right, I was always wrong, and making up was always so much fun! He never actually said or did anything that was a direct indication of more serious trouble between us, but he seemed to be getting more and more "tired" all the time when he was coming home from work. It eventually got to the point where *I* was the one who actually had to initiate sex most of the time, rather than practically being raped by a horny, hung bull who was beating the front door down trying to get at me every evening. My deepest fear was that Rick was losing interest in me and that he was about to kick my sorry naked butt out into the street. Where would I go? What would I do? After all these months, Rick was my entire life now and I was so afraid I was going to lose him, but I could never quite work up the nerve to actually broach the subject with him. There were weeks of strained silence between the two of us before anything definitive finally happened.

All the walls seemed to come crashing down one morning as Rick was getting ready to walk out the door to go to work.

"Hey, don't forget to change the sheets today," he said unexpectedly. It sounded like an odd request since he didn't usually seem to care about things like that, but of course, he was ordering me around, just as he always did. "Oh, and by the way," he added as an afterthought, "I'm going to be bringing somebody home with me tonight..."

He had said it in such a matter-of-fact tone that it seemed totally surreal to me, but I knew exactly what he had meant. *And* why he wanted the sheets changed...

I was absolutely stunned. I ran over to the door and grabbed one of his huge hairy wrists between my tiny little hands.

"What?!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

Rick backed away from the door and closed it most of the way from the inside, I suppose so no one out on the street would see me standing there beside him totally naked.

"His name is Jeff," Rick simply stated, looking down at me. "He's a trainer at the gym too..." Rick must have noticed the tears welling up in my eyes by now, but he continued quite dispassionately. "Sorry, babe, but as much as I enjoy having sex with you, sometimes I just get the urge to be with a *real* man too, ya' know."

With that, Rick easily pulled his arm out of my grasp and disappeared out the door. I sunk straight down to the floor in a collapsed heap as the tears began to roll like Niagara Falls...

I hardly ever stopped crying all day long. 'How could he *do* this to me?!' Those words kept echoing in my head over and over again.

After I'd recovered from the initial shock, my first impulse was to get the hell out of this place, but I knew I was still locked in. I rushed over to the fireplace and picked up one of the long, black, metal pokers Rick often used to stir the smoldering ashes. I hurled it like a javelin, at least as hard as my puny little arms would allow, toward one of the living room windows. To my surprise, it simply bounced off the glass and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. I walked over, picked it up and braced myself for some batting practice. I swung it around as hard as I could, striking the middle of the window pane with the sharp pointed end. When I reopened my eyes, half-expecting to be covered with bleeding cuts and shards of broken glass embedded in the naked skin all over my body, I was shocked to find the heavy rod was simply vibrating in my hands from the force of the impact. I had no way of knowing that the windows in Rick's townhouse were constructed of some kind of weird space-age polymer that was supposedly as hard as a diamond. Either he was extremely paranoid about burglars, or he had gone to extreme measures to make sure I would never leave the house.

'But why?!' I screamed to myself. If he wanted me to stay here so much, then why was he bringing this *other* stupid guy home with him tonight?! Was this all some kind of sick, twisted game he'd been playing all along? Had I allowed myself to get lulled into a false sense of security while he'd been planning all this from the start? Oh my God... Had he been cheating on me all along?! I'd seen some of those other guys at the gym where he works, and everyone knows that a lot of looking goes on in the locker room and the showers, so who's to say there probably wasn't some touching as well? Was I simply another fucking conquest to him?

There was no way I could force myself to believe that. No matter what anyone else says, I firmly believe there is an unspoken communication that passes between two people who are as intimate as Rick and I had been. After all, we'd been living together in the same house for several months. And sleeping together in the same bed. I could see it in his eyes that he loved me. And even though we'd been having some pretty serious problems lately, I still firmly believed that... (I think...)

My head was spinning with thoughts like that all day long as I tried to figure out what was going on inside of Rick's head. I never even bothered to turn the TV on that day to see if Josh and Steve were really going to make history by being the first openly gay couple to attend the senior prom at Bayside High. That storyline had been building up for weeks, but of course I was too distraught to even consider watching any soaps on the day when it finally came to a climax with the big dance. Unfortunately, I would be missing the coronation of the "queen" of the prom...

I simply sat slumped down in a chair in the living room all day long, staring at the walls, a prisoner in Rick's house -- and inside my own mind as well. I could feel myself sliding down a steep, slippery slope into the depths of an overwhelming depression. I tried to fight it, but it seemed useless. I had been through depression many times before and I never wanted to go back to that kind of hellish existence. I realized I was never going to feel any better until I finally understood what this "Jeff" guy meant to Rick. Was this going to be just a one-night stand to help satisfy Rick's non-microphilic sexual urges? Or was he going to take my place in Rick's life? I felt totally helpless and utterly confused. And scared out of my wits.

I found myself glancing up at the clock on the wall every few minutes, dreading the moment when Rick would come walking back through the front door again. If there had been any way I could have escaped, I would've already been on the first train back to my hometown by now, but I was helplessly trapped. Each time I looked at the clock, it seemed like an eternity between each tick of the second hand. This was going to be the longest day of my life...

As the hands on the clock finally drew closer to seven o'clock, I found myself anxiously pacing the floor, peeking out the draperies of the front windows each time my naked feet crossed the floor. It was getting close to the time when Rick usually came home, but there was no sign of him or his "friend" yet. Suddenly, I heard a car door slam on the street outside. I practically fell over myself trying to get back over to the window to look out. Sure enough, Rick's car had just pulled up to the curb and he had gotten out on the driver's side. As he came around the back end of the car with his gym bag slung over one shoulder, the door on the passenger side opened. And a god stepped out...

I couldn't believe my eyes. This guy was nearly as big and tall as Rick! He had almost exactly the same shape and muscular development as Rick, which, upon reflection, really shouldn't have been all that surprising, considering that quite a few gay men are attracted to men who look very similar to themselves, at least with the muscle head, gym-type crowd, that is.

But other than his basic size and shape, that was where most of the similarities seemed to end. Whereas Rick was the dark, swarthy, Mediterranean type, this guy seemed to have stepped right out of Norse mythology. His most noticeable feature was his beautiful, flaxen-gold hair. It looked a little wavy on top, and when he turned around to shut the car door, I was surprised to see a long mane of the same color extending halfway down his back in a loosely curled ponytail.

Another way he was unlike Rick was the fact that he lacked any facial hair at all. That made him appear younger, even though the two of them were probably about the same age. Like his hair, his skin color also seemed to suggest a Scandinavian descent, but he was by no means either pale or pasty. His naturally fair skin had been tanned to a deep, dark bronze which perfectly accented the color of his long hair. He looked like a male model who might have just stepped out of a spread in a men's fashion catalog... or maybe Playgirl magazine.

He also looked like he might have just stepped off the beach as well. He was wearing a string tank top similar to the ones that Rick always wore, but his spandex shorts were much shorter than Rick's usual knee-length pants. This guy was wearing what they call a "square-cut" -- a midcut short that's about halfway between the longer bicycle style shorts and an underwear brief. I noticed that on this guy though, his shorts seemed to have been riding up on him while sitting in the car and the sides of them were bunched up until they were now only a few inches wide around his hips.

His skin-tight shorts were clinging to every sensuous curve of his well-mounded crotch, and when he turned around, I could see that the lower edge of them was riding just below the curves of his huge, mounded buttocks. His enormous quads were completely exposed and they visibly strained and flexed with each movement he made. Some of the shiny fabric in his shorts also seemed to have gotten wedged up between his buttocks during the ride in the car, giving the appearance of a seam right up the middle in the back. I watched in awe as he reached around behind himself and began trying to extract the troublesome material from his incredibly tight ass crack. I got quite a view when he bent over to pick up his own gym bag from the backseat of Rick's car. After he had slung its strap across his shoulder and turned around, the two of them started walking, their huge quads and pecs flexing and bouncing up and down with each step they made. They were strutting right toward the front door of the house... *and* me...

I was immediately overcome with a sense of dread and panic. I went running back into the study, but my damned curiosity kept me peeking back around the edge of the doorway into the living room. I suddenly noticed I was holding my breath and my heart was pounding a mile a minute as I heard the key turning in the lock.

After the two of them had entered the room and Rick was shutting the door behind them, the other guy started looking the place over.

"Wow, what a great place you have here, Rick!" His voice was incredibly deep and sexy, and he sounded quite sincere.

"Thanks," Rick muttered absent-mindedly in reply as he locked the door behind them.

"So where's this little 'pet' of yours you've been telling me about?" Jeff asked immediately as he curiously peered around the room, apparently looking for me. He had a very eager grin on his handsome face and a devilish twinkle in his bright blue eyes. I ducked my head back into the study so as to stay hidden, but I could still hear their voices.

"Oh, I'm sure he's hiding around here somewhere," Rick answered. "It's not like he has much of a choice, you know!" The two of them shared a wink and a hearty chuckle at my expense.

"Oh, I bet you were making the whole thing up!" I heard Jeff saying.

Suddenly, a huge, hairy hand appeared from around the corner and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck.

"Oh, yeah?!" Rick shot back as he pulled me out, stumbling into view.

He started dragging me across the carpet, practically lifting my feet off the floor as we crossed the living room. When he finally released me, we were standing only a few feet from Jeff. I suddenly realized I was the only person in the room who wasn't wearing any clothes. As I felt my face flushing a bright red, feeling like it was about to ignite and burst into flames, I self-consciously dropped both hands and covered my crotch as much as possible. I had never been so humiliated in my entire life.

"Oh, my God!" Jeff exclaimed, looking down at me with huge, wide eyes. "He's positively *tiny*!" I wasn't sure if he was referring to my entire body in general, or the private parts I had just managed to cover with my hands.

"Yeah," Rick agreed. "But that's what makes him so much fun!"

Jeff suddenly took a step toward the two of us, still staring down at me, but from my vantage point, all I could seem to focus on was the huge muscles in one of his thick quads flexing and bunching up into striations as the redwood-shaped limb strained to bear his considerable weight as he approached. Before I could stop myself, I had instinctively reached out and wrapped both of my arms around one of Rick's own thighs and attempted to step behind him, just as a frightened toddler might do with their mother. I was also tempted to bury my face against him in fear but that would have meant pressing my face up against one of his huge, hard buttocks and somehow I managed to resist that urge. It was amazing to think how angry I had been at Rick all day, and yet now here I was, clinging to him like a frightened, quivering child.

"Hey, I just remembered..." Rick said suddenly, "I need to check the messages on my answering service." He started taking a step toward the bedroom, but I hung on as tightly as I could, being dragged along like a troublesome child clinging to his leg.

"Get off!" he shouted down at me, forcibly peeling me off his thigh with one huge hand.

"Make yourself at home," he said looking back up at Jeff. "I'll be right back."

As I watched the globes of Rick's ass bouncing back and forth as he walked off into the bedroom, I suddenly realized I could feel Jeff's eyes staring at the back of my head. I slowly turned around and looked up. And up... And up...

He had taken another step closer to me and was glaring down right on top of me.

"Hi, my name is Jeff," he said with an evil-looking grin as one of his huge, calloused hands blocked out my entire view of the ceiling as it came reaching down toward me...

As Jeff reached down toward me, my first reaction was totally instinctive. I threw both of my hands and arms up in front of my face in a futile effort to block his incoming attack. To my surprise, he simply grabbed hold of my right hand with his own and started shaking it furiously. I opened my eyes in disbelief and looked up at him. His big, strong hand was completely encircling my own, including most of my wrist, and it felt like every bone in my hand was about to be crushed by his sheer strength. After he had almost yanked my arm completely out of socket at the shoulder joint, he finally released me. Who would have thought that all he wanted to do was shake hands with me...?

He paused for a moment, perhaps expecting me to return the favor of introducing myself, but I was too shocked to say anything, even my own name. Jeff simply smiled down at me, then turned his back and walked over to the hassock in front of Rick's big easy chair. All I could do was watch as the globes of his huge, round ass took turns bouncing back and forth as he walked, just barely covered by the tight, shiny material of his nylon shorts. His long, blonde ponytail also switched slightly from side to side, hanging halfway down over the V-shaped curves of his thick, muscular back.

I watched as he turned around and then squatted down on his enormous thighs, lowering his 300+ pound frame down onto the hassock as if he were sitting down on a short stool. The wooden legs of the hassock creaked and moaned in protest, but somehow they managed to support the weight of the behemoth. All I could do was stare in disbelief as the huge man slowly spread his legs wide open -- just as big, muscle-bound jocks often do -- as he tried to get comfortable on his short, little seat. He placed his hands on his knees and grinned at me, staring right back. I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from the well-mounded crotch he had just openly put on display for me.

"So..." Jeff said, "Turn around."

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"I didn't get to see the backside very well," he replied, as if that were enough of an explanation.

I was still in such a state of shock that I didn't realize he was actually referring to *me* and *my* backside. I just continued staring at him like I was some kind of idiot.

"I *said*, turn around!" he growled again. He'd said it much more forcefully this time and started demonstrating his command by extending one beefy hand out in front of him with an index finger pointed straight down toward the floor. He began sweeping it around in a circular motion. "Twirl!" he shouted at me since I was still hesitating out of fear.

I jumped at his gruff exclamation and decided I'd better obey. I didn't know this guy from Adam and it was hard to tell what he might do to me if I disobeyed a direct order like that. Reluctantly, I turned around, facing away from him, but I tried to keep my head craned back over my shoulder so I could keep an eye on him.

"Mm-mmm," I heard him murmuring under his breath. "Nice little ass," he muttered. As I twisted my neck even further, I finally made direct eye contact with him, but I immediately regretted it. "Yeah," Jeff added, staring at me with an evil grin, "I bet I could eat that little ass in just one bite!"

I must have had a horrified look on my face from the way he suddenly broke into laughter. He ordered me to turn back around again, so I did. This time I forgot to cover my crotch with my hands though and his eyes made a direct beeline for my private parts.

"Cute little hot dog there too!" Jeff exclaimed, prompting me to cover myself and blush once again. After a hearty chuckle, he added, "I usually like the big, beefy, foot-long ones myself, but I guess those little cocktail wieners can make nice appetizers too!" He licked his lips and grinned at me.

I was terrified. The realization suddenly swept over me that Rick might have left me all alone in the room with the next Jeffrey Dahmer. I shuddered as I realized he never had mentioned what Jeff the Voraphile's last name was...

"Oh, I won't hurt you!" Jeff exclaimed, seeming to have sensed my uneasiness. "Not unless you *want* me to, that is!" he added with another devilish wink and a seemingly involuntary flex of a huge pectoral muscle.

I was so shocked and stunned; I didn't know what to say. I was still standing there like an idiot, with my chin hanging down to the floor. Jeff didn't seem too surprised by that.

"So..." he continued, since I was apparently scared speechless and not responding, "why don't you come over here and sit on Daddy's lap?!" He patted both of his knees with the palms of his hands and grinned at me.

'Daddy?!' I thought to myself. 'Who are you trying to kid?!' I was probably at least ten years older than this guy, but because of the sheer size differential that was involved, all that seemed to have flown right out the window.

Jeff repeated his gesture by slapping his knees again, a little more forcefully this time. Before I knew what was happening, I had actually started walking over toward him. I don't know what made me do it, but I felt helpless to resist. He possessed the same kind of raw animal magnetism that Rick had always used to make me feel so weak in the knees.

Suddenly, I found myself standing directly in front of Jeff. To my surprise, even in his seated position on such a low piece of furniture, he was still over a foot taller than me. His knees and lap were just about level with my chest, and I had no idea how I could get up there. I suddenly recalled all those times my parents had taken me to see Santa Claus at the shopping mall at Christmas time. I felt the exact same way now as I had back then -- my knees were shaking, my palms were sweating, and my stomach was filled with butterflies and turning flip-flops.

"Here," Jeff said, "let me help..."

Jeff suddenly reached down, placing both of his huge hands under my arms. I felt really embarrassed because my pits were dripping wet with nervous sweat, but he didn't seem to mind. He easily hoisted me up onto his lap, positioning me so that my naked ass came to be sitting on the his bare left thigh, with my skinny, little legs dangling down between his hard, massive thighs. And obviously, my feet were still a long way from reaching the floor...

I suddenly noticed how different this felt than when Rick used to hold me on his lap in a similar manner. I realized it was because, unlike Rick, Jeff's arms and legs were completely hairless. As I nervously studied the contours of his huge, bulging muscles right in front of me -- but still too afraid to actually reach out and touch anything though -- I could see around his skimpy clothing that even his chest and the cleavage between his pecs was completely smooth. I had to wonder if that was natural for him, or if, like most bodybuilders (besides Rick) he had been shaving everything to keep it smooth and clean.

In any case, Jeff must have really been getting into the silly Santa metaphor as well. The next thing he said was, "So... have you been a good little boy this year?!" He grinned, reaching out with his free hand, and began caressing the front of my skinny, little body. His huge, rough hand rubbed all over my scrawny chest, then totally enveloped each of my puny shoulders, and then started running down over my abs. When his huge hand finally touched my cock, it sprang up at full attention, right into the grip of his powerful fist. "Oh, yeah!" Jeff muttered with approval. "You've been a *very* good boy!"

All I could do was watch as he began playing with my cock, teasing it between his huge index finger and thumb as if it were just a toy for his own amusement.

"So what happened to you anyway?" Jeff asked while absent-mindedly playing with my dick.

"Huh?" was all I could manage to reply. It was hard for me to concentrate on anything other than what my dick was feeling at the moment.

"I mean... were your parents midgets or something'?" he asked, totally sincere.

"No!" I almost yelled in reply. I was really getting embarrassed again now, and I thought I felt my hard-on starting to subside a bit because of that. Jeff immediately brought it right back up though with his expert manipulations. "It's just that..." I started to explain. The words were pretty hard to find since he never let up on pleasuring me for an instant. "Well, not everybody is lucky enough to have the kind of genes that you and Rick do..." I finally got out.

"Oh," was all Jeff had to say in reply. Apparently, he had always taken for granted his greater than average height and the ease with which he could build massive muscle tissue. "Well, you look pretty good to me!" he added with another one of those heartwarming smiles as he gave my cock a pretty tight squeeze inside his massive fist. All I could do was tip my head back and moan.

Suddenly, I felt Jeff's other hand, which had been supporting me behind my lower back, slowly moving upward until it was behind my neck and cradling the back of my head. He gingerly grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back until I was looking directly up into his gorgeous, fashion-model face. Without another word, he leaned over and planted a huge, wet kiss on me, practically smashing my lips against my teeth with the force of his passion. Within seconds, his huge, wet tongue had worked its way inside my mouth and was feeling all around. It felt like he was trying to stick it all the way down my throat...

After a few minutes of being deep-throated like that, Jeff finally removed his mouth from mine and let me breathe again. "Oh man, I've just gotta taste the rest of you..." he muttered with a totally serious look on his face. The next thing I knew, his hand that was behind my back was pulling away slightly, allowing my torso to fall back just a bit. I watched in total disbelief as Jeff started bending all the way over from the waist, lowering his head toward my crotch until his mouth had totally engulfed my cock inside its hot, wet interior. He began licking my dick all over with his huge tongue and then started thrusting up and down on it, his lips completely sealed around the base of my shaft. Before I knew it, I was just a few seconds from shooting my load. Before the final thrust that would have sent me right over the edge though, Jeff suddenly stopped and raised back up.

"This is kinda hard on my neck," he muttered, twisting his head to one side with a slight grimace. Of course, I thought, most bodybuilders aren't exactly known for their flexibility, just sheer muscle size. It must have been pretty difficult to attain that kind of size and still be capable of performing any sort of contortionist-like moves.

"I know..." Jeff said, seeming to have come up with a solution for his dilemma. He began shifting around slightly on the hassock beneath me, but I had no idea what he was about to do next.

He began positioning his hands underneath of me so that one hand was beneath my lower back. The other he placed behind my upper thighs, gripping both of them together with just one hand in his powerful grasp. To my shock, he then began to lift me into the air. My head and feet were totally unsupported and started to drop back down as my crotch was lifted straight up in the air. I strained my neck as long as I could to keep my head upright so I could see what Jeff was going to do to me. He was holding me in such a position that my hard little cock was pointing straight up toward the ceiling. All I could do was watch in disbelief as he slowly and effortlessly guided my hard, erect "missile" directly into his wide, gaping, waiting "hangar".

After his lips had closed around my cock once again, he began moving my entire body up and down; thrusting my dick up into his mouth as far as it could possibly go. Within seconds, I was nearing climax again, and this time, there was no stopping the flood.

At the exact same moment I began ejaculating inside Jeff's mouth; Rick suddenly came walking back into the room.

"What the hell's going on here?!" we both heard him screaming in anger and disbelief as my arched little body convulsed with the shudders of an unbelievably powerful orgasm...