Bottom Camp

Kaylee and I were fighting again.

It had started over something small – a sarcastic comment she made about the dishes – but by the time we hit the third round, it had morphed into the same tired argument.

"You're wasting your twenties," she snapped, standing in the doorway of our apartment's tiny living room, her leggings already halfway on. "You sit on your ass playing that stupid game all day. You could at least... try. Come to the gym with me. Once."

I didn’t even look up. My fingers moved deftly over the controller, the glow of pixelated carnage painting my face in red and orange hues. "Babe, I get plenty of exercise. I went camping with the guys last weekend. You saw the photos – we hiked like, ten miles."

"That was two weeks ago. And you drank beer the whole time."

“Exactly,” I snorted. "That's how you're supposed to enjoy your twenties. Not stuck in some sterile gym, sweating with a bunch of grunting dudes."

"Those grunting dudes have goals."

I paused the game, sighed dramatically, and turned to face her. "I’m healthy, Kaylee. I’ve got good genes. Look at me – I don’t need the gym."

She folded her arms. “You’re skinny, sure. But you’re getting soft, Hunter. You’ve got the brains, but you dropped out. That’s fine... that’s on you, but you’ve got to take care of your body too and you’re just letting it waste."

I rolled my eyes. "So now I’m not just a lazy waste of space, I’m soft too. Cool."

"Whatever," she said, pulling her hair into a tight ponytail, the kind that made her look like an Instagram ad for protein bars. "I'm going to spin. Maybe try standing up once today.”

“Maybe try not to fall for some dumbass jock,” I muttered under my breath.  She paused as she grabbed her water bottle, but she still walked out, her Lululemon-clad ass swaying with practiced indifference.

The door clicked shut. I was alone again, the room suddenly too quiet.

I unpaused the game – but the fun was gone.

-----

A few hours later, Kaylee came home from the gym practically buzzing with excitement. I was exactly where she’d left me – sunk into the couch, controller in hand, headset around my neck.

"I’ve got a surprise for you," she said, waving a glossy little brochure like it was a winning lottery ticket.

I barely glanced up. "Let me guess – couples yoga?"

"Better," she said, and flopped down beside me, still damp with sweat and reeking of citrus body spray. She shoved the brochure into my lap.

It was all bold fonts and glossy pecs. MUSCLE CAMP.

I raised an eyebrow. "What the hell is this? Some kind of bootcamp?"

"Not bootcamp," she corrected. "Muscle Camp. Two full weeks away. It’s all-inclusive. They’ll teach you how to lift, how to eat right, how to bulk the right way."

I blinked at her. "You’re kidding."

“Nope,” she grinned. “One of the guys at the gym told me about it. He said it totally changed his body."

That got my attention. "You talk to guys at the gym?"

She gave me a look, then leaned in, voice dropping just enough to make the hair on my arms stand up. "Only the big, strong ones," she murmured, letting her fingers trail along my non-existent bicep. "That’s kinda what I like, y’know? A man with big... bulky... muscles...”

I swallowed and looked down at the brochure again. The guy on the cover was grinning, shirtless, holding a barbell like it weighed nothing.

"Imagine if that was you," she continued, giving my arm a playful little squeeze. "But with how lean you are? Just imagine how I’d feel when you fucked me..."

The place didn’t look half bad. Two guys to a cabin, and it didn’t look cheap – cabins tucked under tall trees, a lake in the background, everything clean and sun-drenched. There were more pictures inside: shirtless dudes with tight abs and massive pecs flipping tires, lifting in groups, jogging trails shirtless and tan under the summer sun. They looked happy. Confident. Like they belonged there.

The food looked incredible too – grilled meats, smoothies in mason jars, pancakes stacked like towers. It was like some fantasy version of fitness, where everything was sexy and no one ever felt awkward or small.

I flipped the brochure over and spotted something handwritten in blue ink at the bottom corner: Monday July 14.

"Babe," I said, my voice flattening. "I can’t go to this. I’ve got to work. Pay the rent. Put food on the table."

Kaylee bit her lip. "I already talked to your boss."

I looked at her sharply.

"You what?"

"I know," she said quickly, hands raised a little, guilty. "But you’ve got tons of vacation saved up. He said now’s actually a good time to take some."

"I’m saving that for a trip with the guys," I moaned. "Devan’s bachelor party, remember? We’re all going to Cancun."

"And you can still go," she said. "Seriously. You’ve got plenty saved up. You’ll be back way before Cancun. And just imagine – strolling down the beach, shirtless, all the girls checking you out..."

-----

The bus smelled like vinyl, sweat, and expired air freshener. I sank into my seat near the middle and immediately regretted everything.

This was a mistake. A huge, dumb mistake.

The back of the bus was filled with guys who looked a lot like me – nondescript, mostly skinny or just average, a few with patchy beards, some clutching protein shakers like they thought it made them look legit. One guy had an anime sticker on his water bottle.

We were the normal ones, and we all knew it.

The front of the bus? That was something else entirely. It was like a gay cruise broke open and spilled into the first five rows. Tank tops with sparkles, short shorts in every neon colour, and a volume level that didn’t seem possible. They talked nonstop – about skincare, and fashion, and... fucking?

My seatmate sighed and muttered too loudly.

“Why the fuck are we sharing a bus with these... guys.”

Curious, I leaned across the aisle.

“Hey, man. Do you know what’s up with the front of the bus?”

He turned and offered a quick, easy smile.

“Yeah. It's two different camps. I looked into both.”

“Wait – really?”

He shrugged. “I’m Jay. And yeah, I’m gay. Don’t really look it, I know.”

"And they're going to..."

"Bottom Camp," he shrugged.  "Don't worry bro, we're just sharing a bus."

"Bottom?" I asked.  "Like..."

Jay chuckled. “You know how gay guys get fucked in the ass?”

I nodded slowly.

“These are the guys getting fucked.”

“...Oooh.”

“Yeah,” he said, glancing toward the glittering front of the bus. “It’s cool though. They’ve got their thing. we’ve got ours. Gym time, solid food, real gains. We’ll drop them off first, then swing around the lake to our camp. Couple miles apart. You won’t even know they exist.”

I looked out the window as pine trees blurred past. Muscle Camp.

Just weights, food, and peace.

-----

The bus rumbled to a stop on a gravel loop surrounded by pine trees and the sharp smell of cedar. A carved wooden sign read MUSCLE CAMP in bold block letters, and in the clearing beyond, I could see a scattering of log cabins, a low lodge building, and what looked like a full outdoor gym.

Barbells glinted in the sun.

There were maybe twenty of us left after the Bottom Camp drop-off, and we piled off the bus one by one, grabbing our duffels from the undercarriage.

A mountain of a man stepped forward from the lodge porch, arms the size of tree trunks and a wide grin. “Welcome to Muscle Camp!” he bellowed. “I’m Blake, one of the trainers and your best friend for the next two weeks.”

He clapped his hands, and I swear the echo came back faster than light.

“You’re gonna get stronger, you’re gonna get smarter – about lifting,” he winked. “And you’re gonna eat like kings. But first... cabin assignments.”

He called out names in pairs and sent us off with little paper maps. When he got to me, he shouted, “Hunter… and Jay! Cabin Five!”

I glanced at Jay, who was already looking at me with a neutral, raised-eyebrow expression. We started walking.

Cabin Five looked like it had been pulled from the pages of a high-end adventure catalog. Two queen-sized beds framed by polished log headboards sat opposite a picture window. Wooden shelves lined the walls, slate tile covered the floor. The bathroom was compact but sleek – more slate in the shower, plush towels rolled on a cedar rack, and a faint scent of eucalyptus in the air.

As soon as we dropped our stuff, I turned to Jay.

“Hey, just to be clear,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m cool with you being gay, but like… can we keep it chill? No nudity, no bringing guys back here, and definitely no trying to fuck me.”

Jay laughed. “Not unless you beg for it, bro.”

“Yeah, not happening,” I snorted.

He held out a hand. “Boundaries acknowledged.”

We shook on it.

Just then, a knock hit the doorframe. Blake’s giant frame leaned into view.

“Just checking in, boys! Getting acquainted?”

“Yeah,” Jay said sarcastically.  “We’re practically best friends.”

“Great! Welcome feast starts in thirty. Big hall by the flagpole. Don’t be late – we don’t let food go to waste.”

-----

The dining hall smelled like roasted meat and baked potatoes.  We packed our plates high. It was a buffet worthy of a viking raid – steak, grilled chicken, roasted sweet potatoes, quinoa, fruit, eggs, even pancakes.

Once everyone was seated, a new guy stepped up to the front platform.

He had silvering buzzed hair, deep tan skin, and arms so jacked it looked like his veins had their own veins. The guy was build like a comic book hero. He grabbed a mic from a little podium and smiled.

"Evening, boys. I’m Logan. Head trainer here at Muscle Camp."

A low murmur ran through the hall.

"Before you dig in, I want to say something important: this is a magical place. And I don’t mean that metaphorically. I mean it literally."

That got everyone’s attention.

"Do ten reps on a bench press here, your chest will grow. Not someday. Not gradually. Right then. The magic at this lake – you’re going to hurt, you’re going to heal, and you’re going to grow bigger than you ever thought possible."

He started pacing slowly, looking around the room.

"We’ve got expert trainers for one-on-one planning, to help you with form and help you push past your limits. You won’t believe what we can do here."

Then he pointed. "You. Stand up."

A skinny guy halfway down the table stood, blinking in surprise. Logan motioned him to the front.

"What’s your name, bud?"

"Robbie."

"Robbie, you want bigger shoulders?"

The guy laughed. "Uh, yeah. Of course."

Logan grinned and handed him two twenty-pound dumbbells. "Let’s start with a standing shoulder press. Just ten reps."

Robbie lifted, unsure, but played along. The room watched in silence.

By the sixth rep, something started happening. Robbie's shoulders started to swell – visibly. By the tenth rep, the sleeves of his t-shirt looked tight.

He dropped the weights, staring at himself. Logan clapped him on the back.

"Go ahead, take the shirt off. Let the boys see."

Robbie hesitated a second, then peeled it off. The hall erupted in cheers and whoops.

His shoulders had definitely grown. Almost comically, compared to the rest of him. He flexed, awkward but amazed.

“Dude...” he laughed out loud.  “That’s a sick buzz!”

"Bit disproportionate now," Logan chuckled. "But don’t worry – we’ll fix that tomorrow."

He tossed Robbie a tank top from a box on the side of the stage. Robbie’s shoulders stood out proudly as he headed back to his plate.

"Eat up, boys," Logan grinned. "You’re gonna need it."

-----

Back at the cabin, Jay and I were still trying to wrap our heads around what we’d seen.

“I mean, did you see that guy’s shoulders?” Jay asked, dropping onto his bed.

“His whole upper body changed in ten reps,” I said. “That’s… that’s insane.”

Jay grinned. “I kinda thought this place was marketing bullshit.”

“It’s not. Dude looked like a cartoon character!.”

We’d only been back in the cabin a few minutes when there was a knock on the door. Blake’s frame filled the entryway like a wall of muscle.

“Hey boys,” he boomed, stepping inside. “Mind if I drop in? Wanted to hear a bit more about your goals.”

Jay sat up straighter, clearly ready. I just shrugged. “Uh, I don’t know. I guess I want to be… balanced? Proportional. Not, like, huge in one area and nothing in another.”

Blake nodded thoughtfully. “Solid. What about you?”

Jay grinned.

“Huge pecs. Boulder shoulders. Massive ass.”

"Really, dude?” I raised an eyebrow. “Be a little more stereotypical.”

Blake laughed, then held up a hand. “Hey, don’t knock the glutes. They’re the biggest muscle group in your body. That means power. Strength. Drive. You might not want to go full cartoon like Jay here, but you definitely don’t want chicken legs, do ya?”

“Fine.” I sighed. “Let’s focus on my ass a little.  And pecs,” I added after a second. “My girl likes pecs.”

I emphasized girl a little harder than I meant to and glanced at Jay.

He just rolled his eyes at me. Fair enough... but you can never be too careful.

“Perfect,” Blake clapped his hands. “I’ll start building a plan for each of you. You’re gonna be sore as hell tomorrow. Sleep well, boys.”

He disappeared into the night.

-----

Our first stop was the bench press.

"Let’s start light," Blake said, loading up the bar with a modest weight. "You've done this before? Just focus on the moves. We'll handle the rest."

I lay back, gripped the bar, and took a breath – deep and slow. My heart was pounding like crazy.

I saw what one set did to that Robbie dude at the welcome feast.

But everyone as watching me.  No backing out now...

I planted my heels, arched my back, and steadied the bar.

"Alright, Hunter," Blake said, tweaking my elbow a little. "Ten clean reps. Push with that chest."

I lowered the bar and pushed.

By the third rep, I felt this weird buzz under my skin. By five, the tingling was strong – deep in my pecs, like I’d plugged into something. The feeling got more intense as I went.

I grunted through the tenth rep, chest swelling. My shirt felt tighter, and when I looked down, I saw it – my pecs were, like… bigger. Rounder. Kinda awesome.

"You feelin’ it, huh?" Blake grinned.

"Yeah, man. Gimme a sec," I said, still catching my breath. "We do, like... three of those, right?"

"One’s good for now," Blake said with a chuckle. "You’re still buzzin’. You’ll be sore soon, trust me."

We hit other lifts – flies, lunges, rows – and each one got me more lit up. The flies made my chest pump harder. Lunges made my ass feel, like, huge. Rows got my back all hot and tingly.

My brain felt kinda... fuzzy, though. Like I was high or something. Not bad, just hard to think straight. Probably endorphins. Or whatever the word was.

‘Dopamine’? No. ‘Oxytocin’? Nah, that was cuddling. My brain felt dumb, like it had gone offline.

Robbie said somethin’ about the sick buzz earlier, and I’d laughed it off, but now? I was starting to sound like him. All muscle, no vocabulary.

Not my vibe. I’d have to watch that.

Afterwards, I was toast. Blake clapped my shoulder.

"Lookin’ real good, Hunter. Gonna feel it tomorrow. Go eat, then hit the sack early. Gotta rest if you wanna grow!"

I didn’t argue.

I ate like a beast. Couldn’t get enough. The buzz was fading and I was starving. I barely made it back to the cabin.

Jay was already there, stepping out of the shower in boxers.  We stared at each other – wide-eyed, totally wrecked.

"Dude," Jay said, grinning. "That was... whoa."

"Yeah, bro. I feel it, like... all over."

"I feel, like... glowing?" Jay flopped back onto his bed. “But also, like, I died?”

"Same," I said, dragging myself onto mine.

Jay let out a tired chuckle. "Can't wait to hit it again tomorrow."

We lay there for a while. I tried to think of something smart to say, but my brain felt like mashed potatoes. Didn’t matter. Jay was already snoring.

I must’ve slept for, like, ten hours.

When I woke up, the light was golden. I felt amazing. Strong. Chill. I stretched and wandered to the bathroom.

The mirror showed off my pecs – round, new, awesome. Totally getting there.

Scale said I was up eight pounds.

Damn.

-----

Two days in, and we’d settled into a rhythm.

Wake up with the sun. Quick rinse, then slam breakfast – eggs, oatmeal, sausage, pancakes, ham, juice, milk. I mentioned eggs? Like, seriously. Gotta fuel the gains.

Mornings were chill – hikes, swims, or classes. I did this cooking thing and made these banana pancake protein things. Tasted good. Had, like, a ton of protein. Chef Brody said they were clean fuel. Hell yeah.

Lunch was big. Like, plate-stacking big. Then came the lifts.

Afternoons were gym time, every day. Blake or one of the other trainers showed us what to hit. Always full body, but also our focus zones.

For Jay, that was chest and glutes. I was into those too, but we hit everything. I could feel it every time I moved. Stretching made my pecs flex. Sitting made my ass ache – in a good way. And every time I saw myself in a window or mirror, I had to stop and flex.

My shoulders were wider. My arms had, like… shape. Real biceps. My pecs sat high and round now. Not huge yet, but you could tell I’d been lifting.

Eat big, lift heavy, and grow. That was the mission.

-----

I don’t want to make you think it was just ‘eat, lift, sleep’. Muscle Camp was a camp, and it had, like, actual camp stuff too.

Jay and I were at breakfast, both of us halfway through our second plates of scrambled eggs and ham. Logan walked in and whistled, loud as hell.

“Alright campers, listen up,” he said, holding a clipboard. “But keep eating! Big day today. Parker’s running a canoe trip down at the lake, Chef Brody’s showing how to prep recovery smoothies, and Blake is taking some of you on a hike. Don’t worry – you’ll all be back by noon. Nobody’s missing gym time.”

Everyone laughed. Like, duh. Missing the gym was never an option. My body felt awesome. Pumped and ready.

“Activities kick off at ten,” Logan added. “Canoers hit the beach, cooking class meets in the kitchen, hikers are at the lodge. Let’s get it!”

Jay leaned back and popped a sausage in his mouth. “Bro, I suck at boats. Like, bad.”

“Yeah,” I said, laughing. “Tried swimming yesterday and I was like, sinking. Too much bulk or somethin’. Ended up in the kitchen makin’ fuel.”

Jay nodded. “Hike sounds chill. Blake said sun makes your gains pop more. Tans are like, free definition.”

“Bet,” I said, scooping up more eggs.

The word just slipped out – “Bet.” I’d never said that before Muscle Camp. Didn't even know what it meant.

“Gonna grab extra ham before they shut it down.”

-----

It wasn’t a hike like I did with my buddies. Those were long-ass treks with backpacks and tough trails. This was just a path in the woods with a bunch of jacked-up dudes all wearin’ the same gear.

Yeah... my old XS tees didn’t fit anymore. Muscle Camp knew that’d happen. I was in a medium tank now, the kind with big-ass side holes so my lats had room to breathe. Bright red, bold white letters: ‘MUSCLE CAMP – I’M HERE TO GROW!’ Baggy black gym shorts filled out the vibe.

“Alright boys, just a five mile loop,” Blake said. “Nothin’ wild. It’s cardio – but hey, gotta stay lean, right?”

He slapped his abs for emphasis. Dude was shirtless, just rockin’ shorts and sneakers like a boss.

“This is chill,” Jay said, squinting into the trees. “Ain’t got trees like this near me.”

“Yeah, it’s all... quiet and stuff,” I mumbled. My mind wasn’t really on the scenery.

Jay kept talkin’. “My dad used to take me camping. Real chill. Like, truck tents and galaxy views and shit. Taught me all the, uh… star names. Constellations and junk. It was dope.”

Jay talked a lot, but it was fine. Gave me space to just walk and let my brain rest.

Blake strolled up beside us. “Yo, Hunter. How’s it hanging, bro?”

“Uh... good, I guess?”

“You liking Muscle Camp? Feeling like one of the crew yet?”

“Yeah, man...” I said. “Why? Do I seem off or somethin’?”

Blake pointed toward the front of the group. “Most of the guys up there? They’re all-in. Loud, proud, and flexing. You? You got gains, bro, but you’re still hiding. Maybe ditch the shirt? Let the sun hit that progress. Trust me – it makes your pump pop way harder.”

I rolled my eyes. “Dude… growin’ up all skinny, wearin’ a tank was already a big deal.”

Blake raised his hands. “Hey, no pressure. Just sayin’, you don’t need to pass a test. You’re jacked now. Act like it. Be one of the boys.”

I huffed out a breath, but deep down…

My fingers hooked in the hem of my tank, but I couldn’t move...

I wasn’t like those guys up front. The ones yellin’ and flexin’, all loud and proud. Sure, we were all here together, but...

If I pulled off this shirt… that was it. I was one of them. Just another meathead, talkin’ macros and shoulder day.

And yet… my pecs itched under the fabric. My skin wanted the sun. My body felt like it was begging me to flex.

Goddammit. This scared the shit outta me.

“This what you want?” I muttered, pulling off my tank and lettin’ the sunlight hit my chest. All instinct, I popped a bicep pose.

“Damn Hunter,” Jay whistled from beside me.

“Happy now?”

“Hell yeah,” Blake nodded. Then he peeled off to talk with Robbie.

I stood there a second, shirt in hand, and something clicked. I looked like I belonged. My pecs bounced when I shifted. My arms had veins. Even my calves looked thick as hell.

The doubt was just kinda… gone. Every meal, every lift, it was workin’.

Maybe I didn’t need to be act like I was different. Maybe I was already one of the bros. I should just lean in. Do what the others did. Talk like them. Train like them. Be like them.

Jay was changin’ too. Dude had always been a little stockier, but now his chest and back were blowing up. His tanks were hangin’ on for dear life.

Blake got him to lose the shirt too. Jay peeled it off easy and bounced his pecs. I caught myself starin’ – his ass filled out those shorts tight. Maybe I should hit squats harder…

Jay caught me lookin’. He smirked, all cocky and shit.

“Wanna join in?” he asked.

“Hell yeah,” I grinned.

We jogged up to the pack and I let out this dumb, loud "WHOOO!" without even thinking. Jay flexed his biceps and one of the guys chest bumped him. I shoved a dude playfully, and he shoved me back harder, and next thing I knew we were all just hyped up, sweaty, and actin’ like over-caffeinated frat bros on spring break.

It felt fuckin' awesome.

-----

By the fifth day, I’d noticed somethin’ else too.

I was gettin’ hard. Like, all the time.

Wasn’t just me either. We were stretchin’ out on the mats by the lodge, post-lift. Sun was low, orange and warm, makin’ everything look kinda epic. I was behind Jay, helpin’ him hit a hamstring stretch. One hand on his shoulder, the other pushin’ on his back, real gentle.

"Breathe, bro," I said, my voice all husky. "Try goin’ deeper."

He nodded, but his gym shorts were tight as hell – and not just from the pump. His dick was, like, obviously strugglin’ to chill.

I noticed. Duh.

"Bro," I laughed, tryin’ not to be weird about it. "You’ve been sportin’ a chub since, like, lunch. That normal?"

Jay dropped onto his palms, smirkin’. His bulge was wild.

"Asked Blake about it," he said. "Lifting here just, like, cranks your test through the roof. We’re basically swimmin’ in juice."

"Hell yeah," I muttered, lookin’ down at my own situation. I was def packed and pulsin’. "Sucks there’s no chicks."

Jay gave me a look.

"Shit – my bad," I said quick. "Didn’t mean it like –"

"You’re good, bro," he grinned. "I remember the rules. No tryin’ to smash you."

He flopped back onto his mat and grabbed his junk for a second, hopin’ to adjust.

"Still, man… would kill for a bottom right now. Just wanna, like, unload."

I snorted. "They’re right over the lake, bro. Just go hike over."

Jay groaned, tossin’ his arm over his eyes. "Yeah, showin’ up all sweaty, shirtless, and hard as a fuckin’ dumbbell? Total power move. Real subtle."

We both cracked up. Shoulders shaking. We felt fuckin’ unstoppable.

-----

My cock was already half-hard and achin’. I rolled over with a groan and peeled myself outta bed, tryin’ not to wake Jay. Dude was out cold, arms spread wide, lookin’ like a passed-out gym god. I shuffled into the bathroom and closed the door before flickin’ on the lights.

Bro...

My chest blew up even more overnight. My pecs were round and sittin’ high, casting these sick shadows down my abs. My arms were gettin’ thick, and my traps? Dude. Straight-up beast mode. My neck looked jacked.

I flexed slow – first biceps, then triceps. My reflection smirked back like, yeah bro, you look hot.

Couldn’t help myself – I grabbed my cock and started strokin’. The feel of it was electric, like, full-body fireworks.

I nutted with a grunt, one hand braced on the counter, but it didn’t fix nothin’. I still felt crazy horny. My balls were heavy. My cock twitched, still half-hard like it had plans.

I needed more. Needed someone.

What the hell was wrong with me? Two weeks ago, I’d bust a nut and crash back to sleep like it was nothin’. Now I’m flexin’ my pecs and thinkin’ about –

Never mind.

Jerkin’ off just wasn’t hittin’ right.

I turned off the light and crept back to the main room. Jay was still zonked out, one arm behind his head, sheet pushed down past his waist.

Dude looked like a snack. Like a sweaty, post-lift protein-loaded snack.

I licked my lips without thinkin’. Then caught myself.

Nah. I was straight. Just... appreciated aesthetics, right?

Still, my cock twitched again.

Goddamn Muscle Camp.

-----

My cock didn’t go soft all day.  Now it was late – past nine. I was lyin’ in bed, starin’ at the ceiling, wide-eyed and buzzin’.

"Yo, Jay? You up?"

"Yeah," he muttered. "Can’t sleep. Too juiced, bro. Body’s lit. I'm goin’ nuts."

There was a pause, then Jay sighed. "Kinda thinkin’ of sneakin’ out. Like... maybe head over to Bottom Camp."

"Bro... must be nice havin’ options," I groaned.

Jay chuckled, low and lazy. "You got options too, man. I know it’s not your thing, but like… a hole’s a hole, right? Ain’t gotta mean nothin’."

I scratched my head. "I mean... I got a girlfriend."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, no heat to it. "Just sayin’... your balls are beggin’ for a break."

We were quiet a sec.

"Screw it," I said. "Let’s go."

His bed creaked as he sat up. "For real?"

"Dude, I’m losin’ my damn mind. This place got me so fuckin’ fired up."

Jay let out a pumped little laugh. "Let’s get it."

We threw on shorts and tanks, no hesitation. Slipped into our sneakers like we were headin’ to a late-night lift. The door creaked when we pushed it open and I felt my heart hammerin’. Stars were out, night air cool on our skin.

We didn’t say shit. Just padded down the steps, two pumped-up muscleheads on a mission.

Toward Bottom Camp.

-----

We crouched low in the bushes just past the treeline.

Where Muscle Camp was quiet and serious, Bottom Camp looked straight-up wild. Lights everywhere. Music thumpin’. Guys dancin’ and laughin’ and clinkin’ cups like it was a house party in the middle of a rave.

They were all smaller dudes, for real. Not an ounce of shred. Where Muscle Camp was about bulk and pump, Bottom Camp was all jiggle and bounce. Every single guy had his cheeks out – tight little shorts or briefs that hugged like paint. Their butts were insane. Like, round and juicy and just bouncin’ around like they didn’t care who was watchin’.

"Dude… they’re so tiny," I whispered, eyes locked on some dude twerkin’.

"Nah, bro," Jay snorted. "We’re just huge."

He wasn’t lyin’. I hadn’t really seen it ‘til now. Our traps, our arms, our lats – we looked like fitness models.

Footsteps behind us.

Poof. Jay was gone. Slid into the trees like some jacked-up ninja.

"Hey!"

I froze. Flashlight hit me straight in the face. Two dudes stepped up, wearin’ Bottom Camp tanks, all wiry and sharp-eyed, holdin’ radios like bouncers with sass.

"Hey muscle boy,” the voice behind the light said.  “What brings you out?”

I stood up slow, brushin’ leaves off my calves. "Uh... I’m from Muscle Camp."

"Yeah," one of them grinned. "We figured."

"Look, I ain’t gay or nothin’," I blurted out. "I just… I gotta get off. Like, bad."

They exchanged a look like they’d seen this movie.

"Well then," said the one in front. "I’m Mikey. That’s Simon. We run things around here. Welcome to Bottom Camp."

He stepped aside, grinnin’, and motioned down a lit path.

"You’re here now. And there’s no breaking the rules."

I followed, heart thumpin’, cock throbbin’. Music faded behind us, swapped out for low moans driftin’ from the cabins.

Door clicked shut behind me. The air was thick – sweat, sex, heat.

“First rule. Clothes off," Mikey said. "All of them."

I hesitated. "Wait, seriously? I just came to, y’know… blow some steam. Not do some... whatever this is."

He stepped in close. "This is the release, muscle boy. Best sex of your life – guaranteed. But only if you play the game."

I looked down at my pecs, the tight cut of my waist, the bulge in my shorts. I was hot. I earned this.

And how were they supposed to admire it if I kept hidin’ it?

After all... it’s not any different from changing in a locker room, right? Just bros admirin’ the work.

So I peeled off my tank, slow and steady, like I was showin’ off a fresh pump. Kicked off my shorts next – smooth, confident, like a dude who knows he’s lookin’ jacked.

Let ‘em look.

Paused a sec before ditchin’ the boxers. They were too baggy anyway – hiding all the work I put in on squats.

They should look.

I stood there naked, skin buzzin’, muscles flexin’ on instinct. When Mikey stepped in close, I stepped in closer.

I wanted to be seen.

His hand landed on my cock. Firm grip. Cold snap of metal right after. A sound – click – then pressure.

I gasped. Shit. What was that?

“Rule two," Simon said. ”You won’t need your cock here.”

I looked down.  There was some kinda metal cage on my cock.

I got locked down.

Tried to make sense of it, but everything was movin’ fast.

“Whoa,” I said, my hands up like surrender.  “I don’t want no trouble...”

Then Simon pulled out a bright purple dildo. I recognized it. My girl had one. Same kinda look – sleek, bendy, shaped like trouble.

“Rule three,” Simon purred.

"No way," I said, throat tight. "Nah man, I’m not into that. That’s, like... not my vibe."

"Sure you are," Simon said, flashin’ teeth. "You’re a bottom... bro.”

"No fuckin’ way," I shot back. "I’m not some bottom bitch. I’m straight.  That makes me a top, dude."

Mikey and Simon shared a look.

“Sorry bud,” Mikey shrugged. “If you were a top, you’d get a pass, but being straight... that’s just undeclared."

"And you're undeclared at Bottom Camp," Simon said with a devilish grin. "C'mon... you don't think Muscle Camp gets all the magic? Look at this... and tell me you don't want it..."

"I came here to bust a nut," I growled. "Not to get turned out."

Simon held up the dildo and wiggled it a little. "You’ve been lifting for days. Working your ass off. Don’t you think you’ve earned a little release?”

“This is fucked,” I snapped, backing up a step. “I didn’t come here for this. You don’t get to decide... what I like.”

Simon held the dildo out, casual as hell. Like he’d done this a thousand times.

“I’m not a bottom,” I insisted. “I’m not some – some moaning hole waiting to get filled...”

My voice cracked at the thought. And my cock – caged up and useless – throbbed anyway.

“I’m not gonna sit on that,” I whispered, even as I stared at it.

I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t wanna. But I did. My cock was twitchin’, traitor that it was. My ass clenched like it already knew what was comin’. And deep down – deeper than I liked – I was wonderin’ how it’d feel to sit down slow… and take it like a man.

Push me to the limit... right?

“Fair enough,” Mikey shrugged.  “We can’t make you.”

Simon sighed and went to put the dildo away.

“Bro...” I whispered.  “Wait..."

I gave the tiniest nod.

Simon stepped closer and laid a firm hand on my hip, guiding me gently toward the bench. He stuck the dildo down and covered it with lube.

"That's right," he whispered in my ear. "Nice and slow...”

I lowered myself down, heart poundin’ like I’d just crushed a brutal leg day. The tip of the thing touched my hole – it was slick – and I froze up for a sec.

"Just relax," he encouraged. "You got this."

I clenched, then let it happen. Slow, careful. My legs were shakin’, not from fear exactly… more like a pump. I felt myself open up, stretchin’ around it.

Didn’t even hurt. Just felt… full. Real full.

A sound came outta me – low and deep. Not sure if it was a moan or a grunt. My brain felt all floaty. Simon had one hand on my back, steadyin’ me.

"There you go," he said. "Just breathe. You’re doing great."

Something flipped inside me.

It lit me up. Deep inside. I thought it was just gonna be a thing I got through. Like crankin’ out a burnout set. But no – I liked it. I really liked it.

I shifted my hips, just a little. The toy slid in deeper and my breath caught. It felt... right. Like it belonged there.

He didn’t rush me. Just let me ride it out. My thighs were shakin’, my hands gripping the bench so I didn’t tip over. My cock was caged up tight and throbbin’, but I didn’t even need it right now.

I wanted more. So bad.

I started bouncin’, real slow. Just a little at first. Down, then back up. Down again. The pressure each time sent shivers through me. I could feel my muscles flexin’ with every move. Every bounce.

“You’re getting the hang of it,” Simon murmured behind me. His voice was low and full of pride.

I couldn’t stop. My hips just kept movin’. Every time I bounced down, it hit deeper, harder. Made my whole body light up like a damn fireworks show. My breath came out fast and heavy. My skin was slick with sweat.

The toy fit me perfect. Like it was made for my hole. Every slam down made this wet little sound, and I could hear myself pantin’ like a dog. I didn’t care. I wanted it. All of it.

My muscles were flexed tight, my cock strainin’ in the cage, thumpin’ with every motion. My legs were shakin’. No thoughts. Heat and pressure and need.

I bounced faster.

Harder.

More.

I wasn’t thinkin’. I wasn’t even tryin’ to think. Just feelin’. Just chasin’ what felt right.

"I think that's enough," Mikey said, pullin’ the dildo out just as I lifted my hips. I slammed down again, but it was gone. I let out a sound – high and desperate.

I felt empty. And I hated that.

"Give it to me..." I begged, lookin’ up at them, eyes wide and pleadin’. "Please... just one more bounce..."

"You're right on the edge," Mikey chuckled. "And you know what that means?"

"You're gonna fuck me?" I asked, hopeful and breathless, my heart poundin’. I didn’t bother pretendin’ anymore. I needed this. I had a cock-shaped hole inside me and it was starvin’.

"Nah, but we're gonna fill you," Mikey promised. He pulled out this glass plug from a velvet pouch, drippin’ lube over the fat bulb.

"Sit on this," he told me. "It's not the same as a cock, or even a dildo... but at least you won't be an empty bottom."

I stared at it. Smaller than what I wanted, but it was somethin’. And right now? I’d take anything.

It was heavy in my hand, cool and shiny. I slicked it up more and crouched down, my legs still shakin’ from the ride. The tip touched my hole and I sucked in a breath.

I eased down, feelin’ that stretch again. My hole opened up for it, muscles flexin’ and clenchin’ while I slid lower. Inch by inch ‘til it popped inside.

My whole body let out this big, shaky breath. I clenched around it, then relaxed. Full. Stuffed. Grounded.

I let out the biggest moan...

It felt right. Like, so damn right. Like my body had been beggin’ for this and I finally gave in.

But still...

I rocked my hips. Just once. That pressure hit somethin’ deep, and my eyes rolled up a little.

It wasn’t enough.

"I wish this was a cock..."

"I know you do buddy," Mikey said. "Muscle bottoms are so predictable."

The radio on Simon’s hip crackled to life.

"We’ve got another one," came the tinny voice.

Simon and Mikey glanced at each other and smirked.

"Bring him to the main lodge," Mikey said into the radio. "We’ve got poppers for everyone."

I shoulda been freakin’ out or somethin’, but nah. The plug had me zonked. My whole body was hummin’. Felt so damn good. I couldn’t even think straight – just felt warm and heavy and kinda perfect.

Honestly? I hoped it was Jay. He’s my boy. And he’s hot as hell. We'd look so sick together – all pumped, all dumb, all bottomed out and needy.

Muscle Camp bros would line up to rail us.

And yeah. I wanted that.

I wanted someone to fuck me. Like, really fuck me. I was done pretendin’. I wasn’t just some dude tryna bust a nut. I wanted to get wrecked.

A few minutes later, the door opened and two more twinks stepped inside, leadin’ Jay between them. But somethin’ was... different.

"Caught this one lurking outside the main hall," one of them said with a grin. "I think your new bottom knows him."

"Welcome to Bottom Camp," Mikey said with a grin. "I guess we can bend the rules just once…"

Jay’s hair was a mess, sweat-matted and wild. His chest was bare – thick and ripped, pecs like slabs of meat beggin’ for worship.

"Damn," I whispered, eyes wide. "Jay looks huge."

“Now that’s a top..." Simon teased. "I told you this place was magic."

Jay locked eyes with me, pupils all blown out, lips curled into this cocky snarl. Dude looked dangerous. Hot. Like alpha-as-fuck energy.

I blinked hard, my brain doin’ little flips. Was Jay always this stacked? His lats flared. His abs were like granite. And that happy trail? Fuck. It pointed right to heaven.

"I feel weird," Jay grunted, grabbin’ his cock and adjustin’ it with zero shame. "I’m fuckin’ feral, bro."

Yeah, no kidding. The magic that turned me into a plug-hungry bottom had lit Jay up like a fuckin’ storm. He was oozin’ top energy – sweat drippin’ down his carved body, cock hangin’ heavy in his shorts like it owned the room.

His nose flared. His chest puffed. Dude looked like he was about to claim a fuckin’ territory.

He was a beast. A rottweiler off-leash.

I was his. My big dumb muscles, my caged cock, my plug down deep – I wanted him to own me.

It hit me all at once. I wasn’t just a bottom… I was a gay bottom… and I wanted everyone to know it.

And Jay? He was the one. The top. My top.

I looked at him and felt my whole body go soft and needy. Dude was massive. Owned the room without even tryin’.

He didn’t see a roommate anymore.

He saw a hole.

Me.

"So what do you say?" Mikey gloated. “You wanna fuck…?"

"Hunter," Jay said, all calm and sure. "I want that hole. But..."

He let the moment hang just long enough to make my stomach flip, then cracked this slow, hungry grin.

"But not quite yet," he added, turning to Mikey. "You gotta warm me up first, bro..."

Mikey let out a soft whimper.

Jay stepped in close, his body givin’ off heat like a furnace. He smelled like sweat and power and raw testosterone. My legs started shakin’. My breath hitched up in my throat.

I couldn’t look away.

"And I want you to watch," he said, eyes locked on mine.

-----

My arms were strapped behind this big wooden chair in Mikey’s cabin, all cuffed up in soft leather. The plug inside me kept twitchin’ every time I moved, makin’ my caged-up cock ache like crazy.

Jay strutted over, peeled off his sweaty boxers, and stuffed ‘em right into my mouth.

“Enjoy,” he smirked. Cocky bastard.

I moaned around the fabric, eyes rollin’ back a little. They smelled strong – like pure dude, all sweat and power. Made my brain go soft just thinkin’ how his cock would taste.

Focus, Hunter. Don’t miss the show.

Jay grabbed Mikey and pulled him close, marchin’ him over to the bed like he owned the place. I couldn’t see everything, but I saw enough. Jay towerin’ over him, muscles flexin’, grip tight on Mikey’s hip like he was claimin’ territory.

Mikey gasped.

I moaned again, hips liftin’ without thinkin’. God, I wanted to sound like that. Needed it. My thighs tensed, my hole pulsin’ around the plug, beggin’ for the real thing. I drooled into Jay’s boxers, every nerve buzzin’ like I dry-scooped pre.

Jay was so a top. Like, alpha-as-fuck. And me? I was made to be under him. I wanted him to break me in with a grin on his face. I wanted to giggle while beggin’ for it. Just a couple of horny, sweaty muscle idiots havin’ the time of our lives.

Why’d I ever waste time pretendin’ I was straight?

Jay let out a filthy growl and slammed home one last time. Mikey collapsed, totally wrecked.

Jay stood there like a champ, chest heaving, cock gleamin’. Then he turned toward me.

Walked over, all confident and drippin’ sweat, and pulled his boxers outta my mouth like he was claimin’ his prize.

"You want it?" he asked.

I nodded so fast I probably looked like a bobblehead.

"Yes sir," I begged. "Please, sir. Gimme everything."

Jay laughed, warm and cocky. Then he turned to Mikey’s dresser, rummaged around, and tossed me a bright red jockstrap.

"You’re wearin’ this back," he said. "It’s your coming out gift."

I caught it with both hands, already picturing my ass in it.

Then Jay held out his hand toward Mikey.

"There’s a key for that thing, right?"

Mikey, still dazed and boneless, fumbled in his shorts and handed over a little silver key on a chain.

We didn’t really need it. Honestly? I never wanted out.

But Jay wanted it. So he wore the key like a medal, lettin’ it dangle between his thick pecs like a fuckin’ trophy.

-----

I followed Jay back through the woods. Only one thought. Jay was gonna fuck me. Like... soon.

My glutes ached in that good way. My hole kept squeezin’ around the plug, like it was hopin’ Jay would just shove me down and give it to me already. Mikey’s jockstrap hugged my ass right, all snug and bouncy. I was sweaty and cold at the same time, but all I could feel was the buzz under my skin.

I kept glancin’ at Jay’s back, watchin’ the way his muscles moved. His shorts hung low, bouncin’ with every step. No boxers. Just a hung cock.

“Jay,” I asked, my voice soft and dumb. “Are we, like… gonna stay boyfriends?”

He didn’t stop. Just kept stridin’ like he owned the trail. “We’re not even boyfriends now, dude.”

“Oh,” I blinked, brain stallin’. “I thought… like, ‘cause of the thing…”

"If that’s what you want, we’ll figure it out. But dude – you’re walkin’ back to get railed. Maybe don’t stress about labels right now.”

I let out a giggle, high and shaky. My chest still felt kinda tight.

“But like… what if Kaylee finds out? Or Devan? Or Ben? Like, I used to watch UFC with those dudes. Now I’m, like… obsessed with gettin’ stuffed.”

Jay snorted. “Friends who freak out aren’t friends. And Kaylee? She sent you here. She wanted you changed. She doesn’t get to bitch when the magic works.”

That made sense. Jay always made stuff make sense.

“…Also,” I added, frowning a little, “all my clothes suck. Like, I barely got anything slutty.”

Jay grinned, wide and wild. “Don’t worry, Space Cadet. We’re goin’ shoppin’. You’re gonna look insane in a crop top. Especially after we finish Muscle Camp.”

He stopped and turned to face me, hands landing heavy on my hips like he owned me. I kinda hoped he did.

“Stop thinkin’ so much,” he said, voice low and hot. “You’re mine. I’ll take care of it. You just focus on stayin’ hot, yeah?”

I nodded fast.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir.”

His grin got sharper. Deeper.

“Good boy.”

-----

We were just steppin’ outta the woods when the porch light snapped on.

Blake.

He was waitin’ on the lodge steps, arms crossed, chest all lit up under the floodlight like some kinda gym boss. Tired, suspicious, and lowkey smirkin’.

"Evening, boys," he said. "Care to explain where you’ve been?"

I opened my mouth but my brain was just... noise. "We just – uh – we went for a –“

"Tell him the truth," Jay cut in, cool as ever.

Blake raised an eyebrow.

"We snuck over to Bottom Camp," Jay said. "To get off."

I nodded, cheeks burnin’. Stood there in just my jockstrap and sneakers like a damn mascot for sluttin’ season.

"Did it work?" Blake asked.

I pointed straight at Jay. "He got off."

Blake chuckled. "And you?"

I shrugged, plug shiftin’ in my ass as I moved. "They kinda… made me a bottom."

Jay snorted. "Kinda?"

"It’s super hot," I added, fast.

Blake shrugged, all casual. "Yeah. There’s always one or two each season. Nothing to worry about."

"Wait, for real?"

"Sure," he said. "We’ll blow up that ass nice and big."

"Really?!"

"First thing tomorrow," he promised.

Then his eyes dropped to my jock. The way the fabric hugged my cheeks, the curve of the plug. His lips parted a little, then pressed into a tight line like he was tryin’ to keep it together.

"Y’know," he said, voice goin’ kinda low, kinda serious. "I’m straight. But after a guy goes to Bottom Camp... you just can’t resist."

Jay grinned and nudged me. "Dunno, man. Space Cadet’s got rules – no nudity, no tryin’ to fuck him, and definitely no bringin’ guys back to the cabin."

Blake looked at Jay. Jay stared right back. Something passed between ‘em – sharp and hot.

Then Blake’s eyes flicked back to me.

"It’s time to break the rules."

-----

The cabin door shut behind us with a soft thud. My brain was offline. Lucky my hole knew the score.

Jay shoved me toward the bed, all confident like always. Blake followed right in, rippin’ off his tank before the door even clicked shut. Dude looked hungry. He knew exactly what to do.

I dropped to my knees before I even thought about it.

Jay grabbed my neck, firm and rough, guiding me onto his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world. My lips stretched, my throat opened, and my mind just kinda… static. All I could think about was how right it felt.

"On the bed, Space Cadet," Jay growled.

I scrambled up, tried to remember how Mikey had posed – back arched, hole ready, legs spread like a good slut. Jay’s fingers traced the plug, slow and possessive, then yanked it out.

I gasped so loud I scared myself.

It was gone. I was empty. I whined – like, full-on whined – hips twitchin’, hole clenching around nothing.

I needed cock. Like now.

Blake moved in. He unbuckled his belt all slow like he was screwin’ with me. My brain was goin’ insane with need.

Jay muttered somethin’ filthy behind me. Blake smirked. They were workin’ together, like teammates. Tag-teamin’ a needy slut.

BOOYAH.

Jay yanked my jock down, slapped my ass once – hard – then grabbed it like he owned it. I moaned. Loud.

“Open up, whore,” Jay ordered.

I did. Instantly.

Lube. Condoms. Blake leaned over, stroked my hair.

"Just breathe, pretty boy," he said. "Let us take care of it."

Jay was behind me first, all heat and muscle and dominance. Blake slid in beside me, one hand rubbin’ lube into my hole, the other one pressin’ down like he was keepin’ me still.

Jay lined up. Blake followed. Their weight pinned me down. Their cocks – oh fuck.

They pushed in together.

I saw stars. I was finally full. So full I couldn’t even think. My jaw dropped open. A sound left my mouth that wasn’t even a moan – it was a straight-up bark.

They used me. Like gear. Like I was a fuckin’ bench press or a squat rack.

And I loved it.

Jay said my name once – just once – and I almost came on the spot.

When they were done, Blake dressed like nothin’ happened. Slapped my ass and smirked.

"Sleep tight, boys," he said. “Wear that red thing to breakfast... everyone’s gonna want a turn."

Jay sat beside me, rubbed my back slow.

"You okay, Space Cadet?"

I blinked up at him. "I feel… all empty again."

He chuckled. "Can’t have that."

He slid the plug back in. I moaned with relief.

Jay stretched, towel in hand. "Shower time. You good here?"

I nodded, my head in the clouds. "Yeah... just wanna stay right here..."

Water kicked on. He came back later, still damp, towel around his waist. Dropped it. Climbed in next to me.

He pulled me close. I melted.

His cock rested against the plug. The pressure made me whimper.

He nuzzled me. Big spoon. Alpha spoon.

I was his. Dumb. Slutty. Happy.

Straight up GOATED.