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“Over to the squat machine boy. Let’s see what those legs and ass are made of.”
“One problem coach.” I wonder if he knew every time he called me coach, my cock jumped a little. “I only planned to do chest today and I can’t do legs with these pants on.”
“Good thing there’s no one here then. Take off those pants and you’re doing squats. No questions!”
He was hesitant, but when he saw the look in my eyes, he knew I was serious. He grasped the top of his pants revealing an old, stained jockstrap. It was one of those white ones he’d had for years. The pants around his ankles revealed a couple of holes in the jockstrap pouch showing his thick, cut cock. It was already soaked in sweat too.
He willingly took off his shirt too, which was nice because then I didn’t have to ask. “What’s your max for 6 reps on the squat boy?”
“Not bad boy, but based on how you did with your bench. I’m going to start you at 400.”
“Yes coach. Whatever you say.”
I had a pretty solid chubby going on through most of this now. I wasn’t wearing a jockstrap like him, so it was definitely showing through my gym pants. I was getting a little hot, so my shirt came off. Ian gazed at my thick chest and seemed to be attracted to my big, round nipples.
He pounded out his first set and his second set. His ass looked hot with each rep too. It flexed and relaxed and somehow even rippled. It was time we got him doing some real heavy weight though.
“Boy. What’s the heaviest you’ve ever seen someone squat?”
“Well boy, I’m going to have you do 1,000 right now with a spot from me. Now get the weight on there. I’m going to have to take off these pants to because I don’t like to squat in pants either.” Yeah, it lacked the subtlety I normally used, but I was going to get this boy pumped huge, and then pump this boy hard.
“Get under the bar, then I’m going to come up behind you. Do the squat like you normally would, but I’ll be there for some support.”
“If you say so coach.”
“I do. Now get to it!”
He jumped over to the bar, got under it, and I got right behind him. He never seemed to bat an eye that I was naked the whole time. He flexed his ass as I got right up behind him massaging my cock. “Now lift it and do 10 reps boy.” He lifted that bar off the support and slowly went down at first. I was there helping him out holding him with my body, but it was all him doing the work – whether he realized it or not. With each rep his whole body grew bigger, thicker and stronger – even his cock this time. He did three sets and was fucking hot and huge when he was done.
I had one more challenge for him. “Boy, get all the weights on the bar you can.”
Watching him work got my cock rock hard and that got him hard. With a flick of my wrist his jockstrap got caught on one of the weight trees causing his throbbing cock to pop out, but what I didn’t foresee is that he would leave the tattered jockstrap on.
He got it up to just over 1,800 lbs, but had a look of wonder as to how he was going to lift this.
“Ok boy, before you lift this, there is something we need to do first. You want to try a piece of this?” Reaching down and grabbing my cock. It was less than a second latter and my cock was down his throat. Hearing him gag on it trying to take it all. He definitely wasn’t great, and was barely a good cocksucker, but I wasn’t about to stop him. I reached down to work his nipples, dripping pre-cum down his throat. If only he knew the effect that was going to have on him.
“Boy, grab the squatting bar and stick that ass out. It’s time you lift the weights.” He did exactly as he was told, but he wasn’t prepared for what was coming next. To truly give him the power to lift this weight, I took my spit-covered, pre-cum dripping cock and shoved it up his ass. Seeing the look on his face in the mirror was priceless. He was both grateful and in pain because his tight ass had never taken a cock like mine before. His rock-hard cock got even harder with that first thrust though.
“Now you’re going to feel what real power like mine is like. Get under that weight, and lift it up. Now down. And back up.” With each rep he milked my cock. My arms around him grabbing his nipples as he did each rep too.
He hit 10 reps and was going to rack the weight. I yelled, “You’re not stopping till I tell you to stop boy!”
With some renewed hope, and a little despair, he let out a “Yes, coach!”
Each rep milked my cock and made him grow bigger. At the bottom of each rep, I pinched his nipples hard making him gasp and straighten up. Once at the top, I released them until the bottom of the next rep. He looked with anticipation and fear as he neared the bottom of each rep.
We hit 20 reps, then 40 reps. With each rep his form and strength improved. I had to hold back from cumming because I wanted him to make it to 100 reps. Ian was half way up the 112th rep when I let my load fill his ass. Immediately he blew his load shooting up all over his chest then out onto the mirror.
I caught him in one arm and the weight in the other. Setting the weight back on the rack, holding my big, wrestling, cum-soaked muscle boy. He had grown to twice his original size. I carried him into the locker room shower, set him down in the corner, and grabbed a towel to wipe his cum off him. Mine had already soaked into his body. My cum was going to help him keep on some of his size, but just like me a couple years ago, he would wake up in the morning just a little bigger than he originally was. He would wake up in the morning in the corner of the locker room shower remembering the night like a dream.
I did grab his worn, torn jockstrap as a souvenir, and maybe to gag him with if he comes around again. Get his singlet as a souvenir next time.