Persuasion, Part 3 (Conclusion)

After another month of updates about Eric and Willy, Gabe decided to stop using Persuasion’s service, as he felt like the pair had been sufficiently punished. They had separated as a couple, with Eric forced to move back in with his parents and Willy gorging his face all day and all night at the buffet. Gabe instructed Persuasion to unfreeze their assets and let them resume what was left of their old lives.

But Gabe liked the results he saw from Persuasion…and he wondered if he might find someone who could motivate him to change as well. Instead daydreaming about growing muscles, maybe he could find someone to persuade him to work out enough to grow his own.

He had a perfect candidate, of course, with Barrett. The man would do anything for a few bucks, and he knew a lot about working out. So Gabe floated the idea to Barrett in a text, and within 30 seconds received an emphatic YES back. They met later that night for dinner at a nearby steakhouse where Barrett gobbled down all the meat he could get his hands on, and Gabe laid out the rules: Keep pushing me. Don’t let me quit. Don’t let me whine about how hard it is. And make…me…grow!

Barrett knew it wouldn’t be as easy for Gabe as it had been for him. He had a naturally bulky body and had been able to get up to 230 pounds at 5’10”, whereas Gabe was only 5’2” and 110 pounds. 

“But I’m going to do everything I can to buff you up, man,” said Barrett.

Gabe got out his Amex card to pay for dinner, and then the next day used it to pay for everything else Barrett said they would need…including the highest quality exercise equipment to set up in Gabe’s basement and the most effective best workout gear on the market. Barrett also told Gabe he’d need a cash advance to buy some supplements that were incredibly powerful, but they didn’t exactly come from GNC.

“The less you know, the better,” said Barrett.

After that, Barrett put together a workout plan and Gabe started giving it all he had. He had never exercised in his life, so there were a lot of muscle aches at first, but he eventually began to tolerate the pain. Barrett was a good trainer who did exactly what Gabe had instructed – no bullshit excuses allowed, no whining, and no giving up. Sometimes the bigger man had to get right in the face of his trainee and yell at him to pump out that last rep, and then he would follow it with the command: “GROW, FUCKER, GROW!

All the training, and the persuading, worked wonders, and both men began to steadily add more size. In their first six months together, Barrett gained 50 pounds to take him up to 280, and Gabe gained 35 pounds of solid muscle, up to 145 pounds. He had never been bigger than 110 pounds in his entire life, but now Gabe was turning into a real muscleman. By that point Barrett had moved in so they could eat and train together all the time, and when they weren’t in the gym, they were in the bedroom.

Six months later – just around the anniversary of when they started training together – Gabe decided to enter his first bodybuilding contest. Although Barrett was always training for mass, Gabe had been focused on aesthetics – his goal was to be strong and look good at the same time (plus, with his height stuck at 5’2”, he didn’t want to overdo it on the bulking). By the time Gabe entered the contest he weighed 190 pounds of ripped muscle and had a physique that blew away the regional competition.

Barrett stood in the wings and watched his lover outclass the other bodybuilders, and the two kissed passionately after Gabe had been presented with his trophy. There was a party after the contest for those who won in the different weight classes, but Gabe and Barrett decided to head home for a private celebration.

As soon as Barrett closed the door of the bedroom, he ripped off the tank top Gabe had been wearing. Gabe flexed his pecs, just like Barrett had taught him how to do, and took a step forward.

Barrett reached down and put his hand on his cock and squeezed. “Show me what you got, motherfucker. Show me those big muscles you’ve been growing.”

Even though Barrett was still a lot bigger – topping the scale around 300 by this point – Gabe felt like the largest man in the world that night. He had transformed from scrawny wimp to bodybuilding champion over the past year and could feel his ego swelling as big as his biceps. Gabe began slowly performing the routine he had just done at the contest and hit all the obligatory poses – double bicep, lat spread, most muscular – and Barrett got turned on by what he saw. Within seconds the shaft of his thick cock was pointing into the air.

“You like?” asked Gabe.

"Yeah," Barrett said. "I definitely like what I see."

Gabe smiled. "I can't wait till you stick that monster up my ass, B. It's going to feel so good after winning the competition.”

Barrett shook his head. “No, babe. Tonight, I want you to top me. Tonight’s your night to be the big man. You deserve all the glory.”

Gabe smiled even bigger…he felt even more powerful than when he had won the contest. His own cock soared in size at the thought of fucking Barrett’s massive powerlifter ass. 

“Anything for you, B," said Gabe.

The two men started moving towards the bed and taking off the rest of their clothes. Gabe asked Barrett to lie face down with his legs hanging over the edge so that his butt would be just right for penetration. Gabe placed his hands on Barrett's glutes and separated them about an inch, and then tickled the inside with his precum-leaking cock. 

“Ready?” he asked.

Barrett flexed the muscles in his mighty butt and squeezed his cheeks around Gabe’s penis. “Desperately ready, man.”

Gabe didn't have to be told twice. He slicked up his cock with lube, pried Barrett's muscular ass apart, and slowly pressed into the hole.

Barrett bent his knees slightly to allow Gabe to go all the way in. “Fuck, man," Barrett said. "Shove it in there."

The smaller man lurched forward, and Barrett immediately moaned. “Yeah, that’s it. Oooooh, fuck yeah, that feels so good. You’re in control now, Gabe. You’re making things happen. You’ve won a local contest tonight, but we’re gonna keep making you bigger until you’ve won a national.”

Gabe was working hard, shoving his shaft in and out of his lover’s ass. “Oh, baby. I want to keep growing. I want bigger muscles. But don’t you think I’ve gotten as big as possible?”

“Fuck, no,” replied Barrett. “At this time last year, I would have thought 190 was not possible, but look! You’re a fuckin’ 190-pound stud! You did the work and grew your muscles bigger than anyone expected. So let’s throw ‘possible’ out the window and see what we can do. Let’s get you up to 200, 220, 240…the sky is the fuckin’ limit, babe!”

“I want that, B. I want to be big!” said Gabe.

“It’s gonna happen, Gabe. You’re gonna be bigger than me someday, I know. You’re gonna grow, fucker, grow. GROW, FUCKER, GROW!”

Both men loudly grunted and simultaneously climaxed. Gabe’s cock filled up his lover’s ass with spunk, and Barrett shot his load onto the sheets of the bed. Their sweaty, muscular bodies writhed as they released the pressure from their sexual dams.

Gabe was about to crawl up next to Barrett and lay beside him, but the bigger man stood up and started putting on his workout clothes. “Where are you going?” asked Gabe.

“WE are going to go pump fuckin’ iron, Gabe. We are headed to the basement to lift the heaviest fuckin’ weights we can handle and add more muscle to our bodies. So grab your gear and a protein bar and let’s go.”

Gabe was exhausted, but he was more than willing to get in another workout. He wasn’t going to become the biggest motherfucker on the planet laying around in bed.