Flex Harder

It appears we have a clear winner for what direction I should take Part 2 of Slammin' Sammy, which I will have up in a few days. In the meantime, please enjoy this tale of Jeremy and Chuck.

Jeremy Stevens had a good, but not great, physique. He hit had the weights hard for the past few years, ate right, and took only the best supplements. But despite his rigorous dedication, Jeremy hadn’t been able to get any bigger than 200 pounds on his 6’2” frame – he looked athletic, but nowhere near as big as he wanted to be, so he decided he would step up his game by hiring a personal trainer.

He asked the Lou, the manager of the gym where he worked out, if he could recommend anyone.

“You still trying to get bigger, Jeremy? asked Lou.

“Yeah. I’ve been stuck at 200 forever, and I want to add at least another 40-50 pounds.”

Lou let out a small whistle, and then said he should meet with Chuck Nalley. Jeremy had never met Chuck before, as they used the gym at different times, but Lou swore that Chuck would get Jeremy the results he desired. “He’s the best trainer I got on staff…everyone he works with gets huge. His methods are a bit unorthodox, but his clients see damn good results.”

“Then he sounds perfect,” Jeremy said. “When is he available?”

Lou checked the schedule. “He’s got an open slot tomorrow at 7:00am. You want it?”

Jeremy nodded, and Lou made the appointment.

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At 6:59am the next morning, a somewhat sleepy Jeremy slowly emerged from the locker room wearing his usual workout gear of a t-shirt and athletic shorts, and he ambled over to the front desk. Standing there waiting was a well-muscled hunk with buzzed brown hair, a big smile, and a clipboard.

“Wow,” thought Jeremy. “He is unbelievably hot.” 

Chuck wasn't very tall, maybe around 5’10,” but he was built. He was wearing a black stringer tank that really didn't cover much of his torso – it was so low-cut that you could easily see his massive slab-like pecs, and the sides of his shirt were mostly missing so you could also see his impressive obliques and his wide, flaring lats. And, of course, Chuck had an enormous pair of arms that had to be at least 21 inches around at their peaks.

The trainer held out his hand. “You must be Jeremy. I’m Chuck. You ready for the workout of your life?”

“Definitely,” replied Jeremy, suddenly feeling energized. As the two men shook hands, Jeremy wondered how he was going to keep from getting an erection as he worked out next to his superstud trainer.

"Lou told me what your goals are – he said you really want to pack on the beef and get up to 240 or 250," Chuck said. “So let's get your shirt off and see what I’ll be working with."

Jeremy started taking off his shirt. “Lou’s OK with me having my shirt off in the gym? He usually gets pissed whenever guys do that.”

Chuck laughed. “Lou doesn’t question anything I do. Trust me. OK, let me see...you’ve got a good base, bud. Real nice foundation. If you can follow what I say, we'll get you to where you want to be over the next couple of months. Today we’ll get started with your biceps, pecs, and abs, so follow me over here.”

The pair moved across the gym floor to the cable crossover machine. “OK, Jeremy, I like to start here because this exercise really works your entire upper body. First, I wanna check your form, so show me how you use this machine. I’m going to leave the weight off for now, and you’ll just go through the motion.”

Jeremy got in position and spread his arms upward and apart. He grabbed each of the cable handles, slowly brought his arms downward and together, and then moved them back into the original position.

“OK, very good. Now I’m going to add the weight,” said Chuck as he reached down and put the peg under the heaviest setting on the machine. “Just one thing I want you to do: really flex as you bring your arms together. Flex as hard as you can for me. That’s when the real growth will happen.”

Jeremy nodded and took a deep breath. As he breathed out, he repeated the exercise with all the weight now attached – it was more than he ever tried before, but he managed to get it moving.

When Jeremy's arms were all the way at the end of the motion, Chuck gripped both of his biceps tightly from behind and said, "Flex harder you can on every rep, Jeremy. Think of them growing into pythons like mine…even bigger than mine…and go as hard as you can. Don't wimp out on me. Okay, now release slowly."

Jeremy slowly raised his arms back up to the starting point.

"Good, Jeremy," Chuck said. "You're going to do 19 more of those. And with each one, I want you to think about how much you’re gonna grow. How you are going to turn into a muscle god. 250 pounds of pure musclestud….the envy of everyone here at the gym, or the beach, or wherever you go. Visualize it, OK? Now go."

Jeremy continued to try to stifle and erection as he brought his arms down and toward one another again and Chuck continued his motivation. "Flex harder, Jeremy. Oooh, nice. Much better, man. I can really feel you going for it.”

From behind Jeremy, Chuck's hands moved from Jeremy's biceps over to his chest and gripped a pec in each hand. “Okay, now flex these pecs hard, too. You want to be one of the big boys, well, you gotta put in a big boy effort. Bring both arms down again, and as you do, flex both pecs as hard as you can."

Chuck continued to knead Jeremy’s pecs and offer suggestions as the trainee did a fourth rep, then a fifth, and a sixth. "Keep flexing! You feel that? Your body is growing, man. It’s not just the pump you got going on…I can feel actually you getting bigger. I can feel your muscles growing right under my hands, like you’re turning into the Hulk right in front of me. You’re gonna be fuckin’ massive after I’m done with you. You want that, right?”

“I definitely want it,” replied Jeremy. All of his effort to keep his cock flaccid were not working, as Chuck’s hot breath in his ear, along with his own fantasies or morphing into a heavyweight stud were too much to resist. The more reps Jeremy did, the stiffer his dick became.

“OK, you’ve done 10 reps,” said Chuck. “You got 10 left. Flex harder on these last 10, OK? Think about the arms you’re gonna have. And your unbelievable chest. Think of how everyone is going to positively drool over your body. It’ll only happen when you really flex on these last reps."

Jeremy continued his crossovers as Chuck kneaded the flesh and the muscle underneath his pecs. "12! 13! Don't fuckin' stop. Flex those tits. That's it."

Then Chuck's sweaty hands moved down to Jeremy's abs. "Okay, Jeremy," he said. "You need to start flexing these muscles hard, too. Every downward press, flex your abs as hard as you can. That's it. Good job, dude. These are gonna be like stone before you know it.”

Jeremy now flexed his abs on his next rep.

Chuck spoke directly into Jeremy's right ear, his lips less than an inch away as Jeremy continued. "Excellent on #14, man. I can really feel your effort. You're gonna turn into a monster of muscle, Jeremy. Keep it up. Flex those abs. 15...16. That's it. You still want it, Jeremy?”

“Fuckin’ A, yeah, I want it!” Jeremy shouted back.

Chuck's hands drifted further and further down. "Yeah, I can tell you want it. 17. Don't fuckin' stop." The fingers of his right hand pushed down into the waistband of Jeremy's workout shorts. "Flex all the way down here on #18, Jeremy. Feel that? Right above your cock. You gotta flex all the way down there."

“Goddamn you are a fuckin’ great trainer, Chuck,” said Jeremy through his dry throat. “Make me fuckin’ HUGE!”

"You’re gonna make yourself huge, stud," Chuck whispered, his lips almost touching Jeremy's ear. His body was pressed up against Jeremy's, his right hand now entirely inside Jeremy's shorts. "Just focus on the flex. You fuckin' feel that? Flex harder. If you really want to transform into a beast, flex HARDER!"

Jeremy flexed as hard as he could on rep 18 as Chuck's right hand moved even lower, all the way down to Jeremy's cock. Jeremy almost lost his grip on the handles, but Chuck kept whispering, telling him not to stop: "Keep going, Jeremy. Don't ever fuckin' stop. Feel that? That's your reward. Flex that muscle, too. Flex that fucker. That's it."

“Fuck me, that feels good, Chuck,” Jeremy said back to his trainer.

Chuck started stroking Jeremy's prick with his right hand, as his left wandered up and tweaked Jeremy's nipple. With all the distractions, Jeremy was having some trouble concentrating on the workout, but Chuck kept encouraging him. "19. Flex. That's it. You’re doing amazing. You’re gonna be amazing. The biggest muscle fucker around, I guarantee it.”

Chuck started jacking Jeremy's cock in earnest now, going to town on Jeremy's tool as the trainee started rep number 20. As Jeremy became fully erect, his swollen head and the top few inches of his shaft popped out above the waistband of his shorts. Chuck just kept jacking Jeremy faster and faster. His crotch, pressed up against Jeremy's ass, humped Jeremy's backside hungrily.

"I’m the master now, but you’re going to surpass me soon, Jeremy. You’re going to make me look tiny as you erupt with size and power. You’re gonna erupt, Jeremy. Just don't stop flexing, and don’t…you…ever…stop…growing!"

Then Chuck stuck his tongue in Jeremy's ear, and suddenly Jeremy ejaculated, spewing cum all over his own abs and chest and Chuck's right hand.

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Jeremy awoke from the buzzing of his alarm clock. He turned over to hit it, and the readout said 6:15.

“Fuck, what a dream,” he said to himself.  He remembered every second of it, however, and now wanted to get bigger more than ever.

"I am gonna erupt with size and power. And I'm not gonna stop until I can lift more and flex harder than every other guy at the gym."