Kitten Arms, Part 1

Ever since he was a kid, Marco Maxwell loved to lift things to show how strong he was. He started with his toys, then his pets, then the furniture, then his friends, and by the time he was in high school, he was lifting every weight he could get his hands on. He spent years developing his 6'2", 225-pound, rock-hard physique, and now at 24 years old, he was a professional bodybuilder. He had buzzcut brown hair, green eyes, a set of straight pearly whites, and flawless tanned skin across his well-developed frame.

Marco had just won another contest and was returning to the home he shared with his boyfriend, Kit Narms. Marco had been dieting for weeks to make sure he was as lean as possible (and the win had made all the dieting worthwhile), but now he was absolutely starving. All he could think about was spending a few days eating and drinking whatever he wanted, but he knew he had to be careful as he had another contest in less than a month. 

"I can have a few treats, but I can't overdo it," he thought.

He entered the house and caught a glimpse of his body in the hall mirror – his tight white t-shirt really showed off all his muscles, especially his gravity-defying pecs and meaty biceps, and his jeans looked painted on to his thick thighs. Marco smiled at his great physique, hit a quick ‘most muscular’ pose, and then called out his boyfriend's name. 

"Kit, I'm back. You here?"

Kit hurried toward the foyer from the kitchen a few seconds later and got on his tiptoes to give his boyfriend a kiss. Kit, who had short black hair and blue eyes, was much smaller than Marco at 5’4” and 110 pounds, and he had very delicate features. 

"How'd it go, baby? I didn’t get a text from you and was getting worried," he asked.

"Excellent. I won the overall again." Marco turned away from his boyfriend without apologizing for the communication lapse and looked at himself in the mirror again. He was only living with Kit because the smaller man’s job as a computer programmer provided enough money to fund Marco’s bodybuilding lifestyle…until he started winning bigger contests and got some endorsements, he needed someone to help pay his bills. Marco liked Kit, and the sex was good, but he certainly wasn’t in love with the man, and was a bit embarrassed to be seen with him in public. Kit was small and weak, and Marco jokingly called him Kitten Arms.

"Can I make you anything to eat, Marco? I'm sure you must be starving," asked Kit.

Marco kept staring at his reflection. "Yeah, make me a protein shake. And make sure you use the ice milk and not the ice cream – I don't want to add too many pounds since I have another contest in a month."

"One shake coming right up for the muscleman," said Kit as he hurried back into the kitchen to whip up his boyfriend’s favorite treat. He made the shake as requested, but then sprinkled in some crushed up herbs that he had grown in his garden to add in a little extra flavor since the ice milk wasn’t very tasty. 

Kit couldn’t remember the name of this specific herb – he had purchased the seeds at an odd little store in the historic part of the city months ago – but it had flat shiny leaves that grew in tufts of five, and it had sprouted up quickly in between his row of oregano and his row of sage in the garden. It also smelled quite sweet, so Kit thought it might add a little zing to the concoction.

But what Kit didn’t realize was that it wasn’t just some regular store where he gotten the seeds, but rather an occult store that dealt in very special products – and these herbs had quite a peculiar effect when ingested by a man. They drained proteins and other nutrients from the male body, and then would store all these nutrients in a man’s semen waiting for an ejaculation. The more he ate of these herbs, the more nutrients would be drained into his cum – and the more potent his cum would become. Basically, any man who ate a bunch of these leaves would develop powerfully enhanced semen, and anyone having sex with that person would receive an incredible strength boost.

So when Marco drank the shake, two things happened – first, he actually thanked Kit for making it and complimented him on it tasting so good. And second, he became a little bit sluggish as his strength was drained from his muscles and was concentrated in his groin. But Marco wasn’t so sluggish that he didn’t want to get his rocks off, so an hour later he took Kit by the hand and led him into the bedroom.

Kit quickly got undressed and hopped into bed, but he noted that Marco was moving very slowly. He grabbed his boyfriend by the hand and tried to pull him under the sheets, but Kit couldn't move him at all. 

"Hurry up, you big lug. I'm so ready for you."

Marco laughed. "I'm just enjoying you trying to push me around, even though I outweigh you by over 100 pounds."

"God, you're so heavy," Kit said as tugged on his immovable torso. It was he was a mouse trying to move the Empire State Building. "I just want all of that gorgeous muscle on top of me. I want to feel your hardness. I want your power inside me, baby. Please, Marco, please!"

Marco laughed again. "OK, Kitten Arms, since you begged, I guess I will have sex with you."

Kit joined him in laughter, even though he disliked the nickname, and then Marco finally got into bed and the kissing began. Kit's hands immediately moved to Marco's cock, and he started rubbing it as it expanded. He positioned himself underneath the bodybuilder with ease, and Marco started pumping away into Kit’s ass…slowly at first but then gaining steam with each passing second.

Kit was in ecstasy as Marco fucked him – big musclemen had always gotten his engine going, and he was so happy that he had landed a champion bodybuilder for a boyfriend. He loved the feeling of Marco’s massive pecs rubbing on his back, and he grabbed onto Marco’s 20-inch biceps with glee.

"Oh, Marco, yes, yes!" Kit screamed.

Marco started pumping even harder as his cock became fully engorged, and suddenly his whole body shook as he had the most intense orgasm of his life. Streams of cum shot out of him and into Kit, and the big man’s toes curled in the process.

But as good as it was for Marco, it was even better for Kit. All of the enhanced cum flooded into his system and gave him an enormous energy and power boost. As the waves of orgasm began to fade, Kit felt healthier and stronger than ever before.

"Marco, I feel so alive! So strong!" Kit said loudly.

Marco pulled out his deflating cock and rolled back over to the other side of the bed. "Um, you're welcome, I guess?"

Kit sat up as the energy coursed through him and started flexing his arms, which somehow seemed bigger than just moments before. "No, it wasn't just the sex. I mean, it was great, but something is happening. My body feels....better...stronger."

His boyfriend, however, was quickly falling asleep, as was his usual behavior right after sex. "Good," he whispered. "Good for you."

Kit grabbed Marco's shoulder before he could drift off and easily yanked him back so he was looking at him with a surprised look on his face. "You don't understand," he growled. "I'm feeling fucking awesome, and I really want you to fuck me again," growled Kit.

"What are you talking about?" asked Marco.

Without replying, Kit grabbed both of Marco's wrists and rolled him over onto his back. He then climbed onto his chest and pinned him to the bed.

"Kit, what are you doing?” asked Marco. “I’m a bit drained right now.”

Kit stared down at his boyfriend with a wicked smile but still didn't respond.

"Look, Kit, I don't want to hurt you, but you need to let go of me, OK?" said Marco.

Still nothing from Kit but his smile.

Marco finally had had enough, so he pushed with his wrists and fully expected to see his boyfriend fly backward, but nothing happened. He pushed harder, but again nothing happened.

"What's going on?" he asked. Marco then tried to wriggle free, but Kit had wrapped his thighs tightly around his torso and had Marco’s legs pinned down with his feet, and he couldn't move at all.

Kit finally spoke. "That's what I have been trying to tell you...after we had sex, I felt really strong. This wave of power just washed over me!"

"And that made you stronger than me? Or did I get weaker?"

"I don't know about you, sweetie, but I definitely got stronger," Kit replied with a laugh. “Now let's see what I can do with my new strength."

Kit then let go of one of Marco's hands and began roughly rubbing his cock again, and the muscleman was able to quickly deliver a second erection; Kit's new power was kind of scaring him a bit, but not enough to diminish the sex drive of a 24-year old hunk. They had sex a second time, with the smaller man doing the work by sitting on top of the larger one, and once again the cum blasted a huge amount of power into Kit’s little body. He began fantasizing about picking up oak trees and cars and whole houses with his incredible strength.

Marco was very tired by this point and wanted to sleep, but Kit wanted more, so he ordered Marco to finger him for the next few hours so he could cum again and again and again. Kit didn't get the rush of strength anymore, but the power in his body didn't diminish through the continued escapades.

Finally, around 5:00 in the morning, both Kit and Marco fell asleep.

When Kit woke up around noon the next day, the first thing he did was try to take control of Marco and have sex again, but he quickly found that his strength had faded, and he couldn't move him an inch. Kit flexed his right arm and cupped the biceps with his left hand, and sure enough the hardness and the power from before were gone.

But the desire to be strong and be in control had not faded. "I'm not sure what happened," he thought. "But I am going to be that strong again."