From Bruiser to Loser, Part 2

Wednesday, March 24

Bruiser awoke and looked at his clock. 12:05pm. A little earlier than he normally got up, but he still felt very rested.

He got out of bed and greeted himself in the mirror in his usual manner by flexing his biceps, and smiling.

“Fuck, yeah. Big stud, big muscle.”

He shaved and brushed his teeth in the bathroom, went to his dresser and pulled out a white tank top and blue workout shorts, dressed, and then headed for the kitchen for his protein shakes.

Bruiser drank his two shakes, put on his workout shoes, and stepped outside into the sunshine. He took his spot in the middle of the sidewalk and began walking toward the gym.

As he got closer to the business part of town, the sidewalk was busier than normal, but people still moved out of his way as he approached them. Bruiser loved the look of fear when they realized he was not going to budge an inch and that his towering frame of muscle was going to do some damage if they didn’t divert their path.

Bruiser entered the gym and before he could even get to the free weight area, he was approached by one of the regular twinks, Chad, a student from the local college. Chad was built a lot like Luke – slim, delicate, pale – and he was also very good at giving head. Bruiser never wanted to establish a continuing relationship with anyone, but he was always happy to see the eager-to-please Chad, who was wearing a white tank top and white shorts.

“Hey, Bruiser, how you been?”

“Good,” he responded. Bruiser didn’t need to do anything to make Chad horny, but he still did the ‘wiping fake sweat’ trick to expose his abs.

“Can I help with your routine today?” Chad asked. Like Luke, he had been disappointed the first afternoon he had spent with Bruiser, who turned out to be rude, selfish, egotistical, and uncaring. But Chad took what he could get and hoped one day the big man would want more from him.

“Come.” Chad knew what that meant. He followed Bruiser to the weights and performed all the same chores that Luke had done two days earlier.

Three hours later, Bruiser completed his normal workout. Chad has been attentive as usual, making sure he always had everything he needed, so Bruiser allowed the little man to go home with him.

“Come,” he said.

Chad gleefully fell in line behind the big man and started walking to his house. He knew the rules of the walk – stay 5 paces back, and no talking. Chad was excited, but he couldn’t let it show. He needed to be calm and stoic on the outside because Bruiser hated displays of giddiness.

The sidewalk was still more crowded than usual, perhaps because school had just let out for the day, as they strode to the Reeves mansion. Little kids and their moms were seemingly everywhere, but Bruiser still refused to get out of their way. If anything, the crowds made him more determined to stay on his path.

The gym duo rounded the last corner and were about to arrive at Bruiser’s house when a middle-aged woman walked around that same corner from the opposite direction. She was tall, around 5’10”, with a plain looking face and dull brown hair. She wore a sack-like brown dress that only added to her unattractiveness, almost as if she was purposefully advertising the dictionary definition of dowdy.

The woman saw Bruiser as she came around the corner, and she fully expected him to give her the right of way, as a courteous man should. But she was very wrong.

Bruiser stayed on his course and his cannonball deltoid banged into the woman as she tried to pass. The blow spun her sideways, and she toppled over onto the lawn next to the sidewalk.

She looked up and glared at Bruiser as he continued walking as though nothing had happened. The woman could hear him laughing loudly and watched as he flexed his arms to show off his power. “Putting bitches in their rightful place!” he added, followed by another laugh.

Chad hadn’t seen the woman until she fell, but immediately ran over to help her up.

“Are you OK?” he asked quietly, so he didn’t incur Bruiser’s wrath.

The woman didn’t look at Chad at all as she stood up. She stared daggers at Bruiser and muttered something that sounded like a foreign language. “Kaota kõike, mida mõõta, et mees sa ei aare.” The words were not only incomprehensible to Chad, but also a bit scary because she spoke them so intensely.

She looked at Bruiser for a few more seconds, softly added the word "kaotaja," and then turned to Chad.

“Thank you,” the woman said in a strange accent. She dusted off the front of her dress and hurried off in the direction she was originally going.

Since she seemed unharmed, Chad ran after Bruiser, who was already on his front porch.

The big man felt a slight chill as he entered the house, at first thinking the AC might be on, but then realized it was coming from within his body.

“Must be the high of knocking that cunt out of my way,” he thought.

Bruiser led Chad inside and they walked through the foyer. “Dinner ready?” he yelled.

“Yes,” said a voice from the next room.

They entered the kitchen to find Pete standing next to Bruiser’s dinner. He had on the same type of clothes that he was usually wearing – a too-tight shirt tucked into a big pair of jeans – but he smiled broadly when he saw Chad behind his brother.

“Hey, Chad, so nice to see you again.” Unlike Bruiser, Pete was gay and found Chad to be quite attractive. He liked the smaller man’s expressive blue eyes, quick smile, and engaging personality, but never had much time to connect with him when his brother was around.

“Hi, Pete,” replied Chad, adding a quick wave.

Bruiser sat on his stool and began tearing into his food. He didn’t like listening to chit chat while he ate, so the other two remained mostly silent other than Pete offering different foods to Chad, which he always appreciated but gracefully declined.

After devouring his steaks, Bruiser reached for the vegetable bowl just as Pete was reaching for the empty steak plate. Their arms collided above the counter.

“Ouch,” said Pete, almost dropping the plate.

“Pussy,” replied Bruiser. “You’re overreacting. Like always.”

Bruiser hated that his brother was such as ‘fatass pansy,’ which is how he described Pete to his friends, and he wasn’t the slightest bit grateful that his younger brother did all the cooking and cleaning around the house.

“I’d just as soon replace him with a maid. At least she’d have nice tits I could stare at,” he thought.

Pete’s arm really did sting a bit from the collision, and he felt dizzy and a bit warm for a second, but he recovered quickly. He ignored the comment from Bruiser and went back to his baking.

About 20 minutes later, Bruiser finished his meal and headed for his room. Chad knew the drill and didn’t even wait for the “Come” to follow.

Once is his room, they both started undressing and headed for the bathroom, and within sixty seconds they were stepping naked into the shower.

Bruiser pressed down on Chad’s head, and the smaller man descended to the shower floor. He took Bruiser’s cock into his hands and starting rubbing it, expecting it to quickly inflate like always.

But nothing happened. Chad rubbed it more, stroking it gently with his fingers, but Bruiser’s penis remained flaccid.

Bruiser could tell something was wrong.

“What’s going on down there?” he bellowed, trying to see between the jets of water and over his well-developed pecs.

Chad wasn’t sure how to respond. “Um….”

“Um, what?”

“It’s not getting hard,” Chad answered softly.

Bruiser moved from frustration to anger quickly. “Then you’re not fucking doing it right.”

He pushed Chad’s hands away, grabbed his cock in his right hand, and furiously began pumping it. The shower water lubricated the action a little, but he retrieved some shampoo from the dispenser to help move the action along.

Bruiser tried for full two minutes, visualizing his growing muscles, hot women, juicy tits, all the usual stuff. But instead of getting bigger and harder, his cock began to feel smaller and lighter.

“Goddammit!” roared Bruiser.  “What the fuck!”

Chad became a little afraid, so he pushed the shower door open and hurriedly grabbed a towel. He was dry and re-dressed in under a minute.

Before he could leave, the still-wet Bruiser appeared in the bathroom door. “If you value your life, Chad, don’t you dare say a word to anyone about this to anyone. You hear me?”

Chad turned and nodded. “I was never here.”

Then he slipped out of the bedroom and down the stairs. For a moment, he considered going back to the kitchen to say goodbye to Pete, but decided he shouldn’t let Bruiser see him talking to anyone for a while and slipped silently out the front door.

Bruiser walked across his bedroom, leaving wet footprints on his carpet, and slammed the heavy oak door. He thought about masturbating, but decided on a different course of action instead.

“I’ll just get dressed, go out, and everything will be back to normal when I find a woman to take care of things,” he said to himself.

The big man pulled on a clean jockstrap and then went to the closet to get his lucky jeans: they were not only from the Lucky store in the mall, but also ‘lucky’ in that he always scored some pussy anytime he wore them. Bruiser slipped them over his feet, and maybe because his legs were still wet, it took him several attempts to pull them all the way up.

“Fuckers are tight,” he thought as he finally got them over his waist.

Had Bruiser been truthful, or at least paying attention, he would have noted the jeans were tight everywhere but in the crotch. In that area, he had more room than usual.

After buttoning the jeans, Bruiser went to get a shirt, and he knew which one he wanted: a deep v-neck white cotton shirt with short sleeves that really made his muscles pop. He walked over to the second dresser and squatted down to the bottom drawer to get it.

RRRRIIIPPPPP.

Bruiser’s lucky jeans tore right down the back. He reached behind and felt his exposed ass through the hole.

“FFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK!” he screamed.

Pete, still in the kitchen, heard the expletive but ignored it. He was about to enjoy some of the pastries he had made earlier, but then had a different thought.

“Maybe a steak tonight instead? Why should Bruce get all the protein?”

As he walked to the fridge to pull out the meat, Pete felt a tingle in his groin and reached to scratch it. His cock felt odd…and larger…as he adjusted it. He fiddled with it longer than he really should have, and then went to get the steaks.