The January Rush (Patreon)

My girlfriend got me a gym membership for Christmas — a whole year starting on January 1st.

I figured what the hell, new year, new me.  I worked out a little in college, but two decades of a corporate job has taken it’s toll.  I’m almost forty with chronic stress and a beer belly.  Exercise was just what the doctor ordered.

The gym she picked wouldn’t have been my first choice.  It was all the way across town.  The neighbourhood was cute, but I had a feeling the clientele was gay.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I just didn’t have much in common with the regulars.  They wore these ridiculous outfits to work out — stringer tanks and short shorts and neon hightops.  Meanwhile I was grinding out reps in a pair of grey sweats and a plain black tee.

I went religiously.  At least… for the first week.

You know how it goes.  You start out going every day.  Lifting heavy and pushing hard.  Feeling really proud of yourself.  Then there’s the weekend and you have a few beers and on Monday you recommit — but you skip Friday when a friend invites you for drinks.

By the third week, Monday seems like a enough.  You say you’ll do Wednesday too… but there’s that new show on Netflix, and it’s been a long week.

Besides, you deserve a few days off.  You’ve been working hard, and rest is part of recovery.  So you skip the rest of the month and promise yourself you’ll recommit in February.

My girlfriend wasn’t too happy with me.

“It’s a really expensive gym Mark,” she complained at me.  “If you’re not going to use the membership, just tell me so I can get a refund.”

“You don’t need a fucking refund,” I snapped.  “I’m just taking a break, but fine… I’ll hit the gym tomorrow.”

Of course I didn’t.  Of course she called and asked for a refund.  I got pissed off at her for taking back the gift, so we sat on opposite sides of the couch.  Netflix, but not chill.

I was getting another beer when there was a knock on the door.

“Can you get the door?” she yelled from the other room.

Yeah, no shit I was gonna get the door.  If you make it feel like an order, I just resent you for it.

There was a guy on the other side.  Big and buff and wearing a branded outfit from the gym.  He had one of those spandex tops on with the gym logo stamped right on his pecs, and a pair of shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

“Who is it?” my girlfriend called from the other room.  I ignored her and introduced myself.

“Hey,” I said.  “I’m Mark.  Uh… are you here cause of the refund?”

“Caleb,” the guy from the gym said.  “And yeah, I’m with our client retention squad.  Do you have a few minutes to change your life?”

“Come on in,” I said, chucking at the hyperbole.  “I gotta say, this is a little above and beyond.”

“Who is it?” my girlfriend shouted from the other room again.

“Sorry,” I told the guy, and gave a little eye roll.  “She’s uptight.  And she’s the one who wants a refund.  Apparently I’m not using it enough.”

“No worries,” he said.  He was so big his voice seemed to rumble like thunder.

“It’s someone from the gym,” I shouted back to the living room.  “He wants to talk to you.”

“Both of you, actually,” he said, giving me a warm smile.  “I’m sure we can work it out.”

“That’s up to the boss,” I laughed, waving at him to follow me into the living room.

My girlfriend was sprawled out on the couch and hogging the blankets.  When she saw Caleb walk in after me, she scrambled to sit up.  The look she shot at me said it all — “are you trying to embarrass me??”

“Oh, hi,” is what actually came out of her mouth.  “Wow, we didn’t expect a personal visit.”

“It’s something we do for everyone who’s thinking about quitting,” Caleb said, giving a charming grin.  “We like to drop in, check to see what’s going on, and see if we can get you back on track.  After all, with our generous refund policy, we need to do everything we can to retain you…”

“Makes sense,” I shrugged, taking a seat back on the couch.

“Of course, the refund is yours if you want it,” he said, settling into a chair.  “But I’d appreciate a few minutes to chat.”

“Oh we’re definitely gonna need the refund,” my girlfriend laughed.  “He’s too fucking lazy.”

“Really?” the over muscled gym rep raised his eyebrow.  “According to our sign-in data, he was at the gym everyday for the first week on January, and for much of the second week too.  That’s right, isn’t it?”

“Yeah it is,” I smirked.  “I’m telling you, I’m just taking a little break.”

“That’s extremely common!” he nodded with me.  “I’m sure we can get you back on track!”

“Really?” my girlfriend perked up.  “Because you promised me he gets buff or I get ten times my money back.”

“Yes m’am,” the gym rep grinned.  “That’s the guarantee.”

“Wait… ten times?” I said with wide eyes.  “You said it was just a refund!”

“No sir,” the gym rep shook his head.  “We’re so confident about your transformation that we’ll give her 10x back if you don’t get shredded!”

“I figured win-win,” she said, giving me a guilty shrug.  “Either I get a hot boyfriend, or I get ten grand.  And since you always quit everything…”

“WHOA!” I pushed back.  “I don’t quit everything.”

“Remember the kayak you bought last year?” she said snidely.  “Or that greenhouse you’re totally going to build?”

“Yeah, but… I can commit when I want,” I argued back.

“I believe you,” the gym rep said smoothly.  “So let’s get you back to the gym.  What’s keeping you away?”

I stopped and thought for a second.  I could feel my girlfriend’s gaze burning into me.  Honestly… yeah, I did want to quit, but… also didn’t want her to win.

“I guess… I feel like I’m doing enough for my health,” I said.  “I mean, sure, I could lose a few pounds, but I’m in pretty good shape for almost forty.  So, like… I don’t have to go to the gym very often.”

“Really?” Caleb grinned.  “It sounds like you have the wrong goal!”

“Huh?” my girlfriend said.

“Well… you signed him up because you want him jacked, right?” the gym rep said.  He turned to me and gave me a sincere smile.  “Do you want to be jacked?”

“I mean… like… not like you,” I laughed.  “No offence dude, but you gotta live at the gym for that kinda muscle.”

“Thanks,” he said with a blush and a bashful grin.  “But it’s just consistency and hard work.  You could look like this.”

“Well… I heard girls don’t actually like super built guys,” I said carefully.  “No offence, but you must have gay dudes hitting on you all the time.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged.  “But women hit on me too.  Your girlfriend must like jacked guys… I mean, she paid for you to be one.  Take a look at this,” he said, passing over the tablet.

My girlfriend squeezed closer and looked over my shoulder.  Either she was done being pissed at me, or the was putting on a great show.

“You like what you see?” he asked.

I looked at the photo on the screen.  It was a muscular guy in a gay ass speedo, walking beside a pool.  He looked like he belonged in a Marvel movie, even if the tablet did keep flickering a little.

“Uh…” I said uncertainly.

“Whoa,” he said.  “I’m sorry.  I was asking her.”

I looked over at my girl and raised an eyebrow.  I figured she’d have my back on this, but… she was staring at the picture thoughtfully.

“He looks strong,” she smiled wistfully.  “Like he could pick me up and carry me to bed.  Like he could… uh…”

“It’s okay,” Caleb encouraged.  “We have to be honest about what we want.”

“Uh… okay,” she gulped and looked down at the flickering tablet.  “It looks like he could fuck me for hours.  Til I can’t stop screaming with pleasure.  And then he’d hold me in his arms all night… big and strong and solid…”

Fuck, what a kick to the gut.

Sure, we were only having sex once every week or two, and… yeah… maybe it didn’t last for hours… but she had fun!  She always said it was fine!  And I held her, but sometimes my arm falls asleep and I need to roll away and…

Besides, the guy in the picture looked gay as hell.  Who wears one of those stupid little speedos but gay guys?

The dude was impressive, I won’t lie, but… he was playing for the wrong team.

“Swipe for the next one,” the gym rep told me.

The next picture looked like the first picture’s boyfriend.  He was dancing in a club shirtless, happy and carefree.

“He looks like fun,” my girlfriend said honestly.  “I know it’s shallow, but I love a guy with abs.”

She glanced at me when she said that.  I’ve got more of a keg than a six pack.

The more I looked at it, the more I wished that I had abs like him.  It’s not like I’d walk around with my shirt off all the time, but they’d be there when it was time to fuck, y’know?

“Yeah…” I said, trying not to sound like a total douchebag.  “I’d look good with abs.”

“Here’s the secret,” Caleb leaned in and said.  “Everyone looks good with abs.  Swipe again… I think it’s getting through to you.”

This time my girlfriend reached over and swiped the screen.  The guy in the next pic looked like the cross between a stripper and a firefighter.  It must have been from one of those fundraising calendars.  I don’t know how a normal guy is supposed to compete.

“Look at that back,” she whispered to me.  “It’s like he could hold up the whole world.”

I was having trouble focussing on the picture.  The screen was giving me a headache.  Maybe I should —

“What’d she say?” the gym rep asked, interrupting my thought.

“She said he’s got a good strong back,” I said.  “And… yeah, I wouldn’t mind looking like that.  Not a freak of nature, y’know, just… that’s a guy who takes care of his body.”

“What stands out for you?” he asked.

“Big strong pecs,” I shrugged.  “His arms look they could tear a tree right out of the ground.”

“And that ass,” my girl spoke up.  “Even through his pants, you can see he’s got a big ol’ bubble butt.”

I didn’t say a word about that, but… she was right.  The dude had a nice ass, much as I hated to admit it.  I let my eyes trace over it… that had to be AI, right?  Or Photoshop?  I know chicks wear padded bras, maybe gay dudes wear padded underwear?

I don’t know why, but I knew the firefighter was gay.  Sure, he wasn’t prancing around some beach in speedos, but he was too hot to be straight.

I swiped without being asked.  I was hoping it’d fix the flicker in the screen, but my headache just got worse.

The next guy was maybe twenty-five, but he was built like an athlete.  Nice square pecs, abs you could eat off, and an ass that made you want to grab it and squeeze.

I mean… like… if I had that ass, I’d want girls to squeeze it.

“Damn,” I whistled.  “He’s pretty as fuck.”

“We can agree on that,” my girlfriend purred, leaning her head on my shoulder.  “I’d love him to take him for a ride… uh, I mean…”

“It’s okay baby,” I chuckled.  “I get it.  That dude’s built like a model.”

She was so freakin’ oblivious though — the guy was obviously gay.  Whether it was his curly blond hair or his cute dimples or the way his pecs made that shelf… you just knew he liked dudes.  Probably sexy muscle dudes, just like him…

Man… I bet Caleb fucked guys like that all the time…

“Listen to me Mark — you could be built like that,” the gym rep said with a convincing smile.  “All you have to do is want it.”

“You make it sound like I’m ordering from Amazon,” I laughed.  “Can I mix and match?  This guy’s dimples, the first guy’s delts?”

“Delts?” my girl asked.

“Shoulders baby,” I told her, though I didn’t know where the word came from.

“Obviously there are limits,” Caleb chuckled.  “But yeah, we can put you on a custom plan.  It’s whatever the client wants, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

It seemed ridiculous.  Find a straight guy, show him an iPad full of gay dudes.  But I was kinda into it… not like I’d ever say it out loud, but…

I swiped to the next photo.

“Damn,” I grunted.  “I’d fuck him.”

“What?” my girlfriend laughed, staring up at me like I’d just gone mental.

“I mean… if I was gay,” I backpedaled.  “Look at that body!”

The photo was a bodybuilder in his late thirties, maybe early forties.  He was about my height, just a little over five foot six, but he was jacked beyond belief.

Heavy square pecs.  Tight abs.  A bubble butt that wouldn’t quit.  He was posing in a silky pair of red briefs, a dazed look in his eyes.  I shifted uncomfortably on the couch and tried to make my dick stop twitching.

I’m not gay or anything, but… that guy definitely was.  He was too hot to be straight like me.

“You like what you see?” the gym guy chuckled.

“Yeah,” I stared.  “I do.”

“Good,” he said.  “Cause it’s you!”

“Huh?” my girlfriend asked, looking back and forth between me and the picture.  “What are you talking about?  It doesn’t look a thing like him!”

“I mean… around the eyes,” I admitted.  “And he’s the same height… same age…”

“Same guy.  We’ve got some software,” the gym bro admitted.  “It’s total magic.  It takes your picture and sort of… morphs you.”

“So he’d look like that if he worked out for… what… years?” my girl stared.

“Nah,” the gym rep grinned.  “Like I said… it’s magic.”

The screen of the tablet flashed bright white and I heard the click of a camera.  I blinked a few times, trying to make the dots go away.  When I could finally see the screen again, there was a photo of my face on there.

“What do you say?” he asked, locking his eyes on mine.  “Do you wanna get jacked?”

“Uh…” I stammered.  “I’m not sure…”

“But you get it now,” he grinned.  “The gym isn’t about health, is it?  You know why guys get jacked?”

“No…”

“It’s about aesthetics…” he smirked.

The headache was getting worse.  I rubbed the back of my neck and nodded along.

“It’s about being hot…” he teased.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah…” he agreed.  “What else?”

“It’s about being sexy,” I admitted, the knot in my stomach coming undone.

“Mark!” my girlfriend barked at me, like she couldn’t believe I said it.

“So do you wanna get jacked?” the bodybuilder across the room asked me.

He was so fuckin’ yummy — and he knew it.  Big round pecs, a tight little waist… his body was everything I wanted.  And the way he dressed, that spandex shirt that made his nipples pop, those tiny little shorts that made his thighs look so huge…

I pictured myself down on my knees, my face buried in his crotch.  His thick cock down my throat.  My thirsty tongue, working as hard as I could to make him cum.

“Yeah…” I moaned.  My cock was hard now and I didn’t care who knew.

“Say it,” the gym rep grinned.  “Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna get jacked…” I moaned, my hand slipping down inside my sweats.  “I wanna get big and hot and sexy…”

The tablet flashed again, this time bright enough to light up the room.  The photo zoomed out and somehow there was a full body scan of me rotating on the screen.  A big flashing icon appeared overtop of my profile — CONSENT RECEIVED!

On the screen my flat chest started to flash with a bright red pulse.  I could feel this weird tingling on my nipples, synced to the rhythm.  It only took a few second before the feeling grew, spreading across my pecs.

I tugged off my shirt and stared in amazement.  My girlfriends eyes went wide as my muscles started to grow.

The red turned orange, then yellow, cycling through each colour of the rainbow one at a time.  As the colours shifted, so did my muscles, my chest pushing out and solidifying into a beautiful set of square pecs.

“Holy shit…” my girlfriend gasped.

She stared in wonder.  My pecs looked like I was ready to compete in bodybuilding, while the rest of my body was ready for a hot dog eating competition.

That didn’t last for long.  A second after my pecs stopped tingling, the screen highlighted my abs with that same red glow.  I felt the tingle sweep down my torso and settle deep inside my core, pushing and tightening until I had a serious six pack underneath my massive pecs.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Caleb cheered me on.  “Getting hot?”

“Fuck yeah!” I grinned back.

The light moved around the full body scan, highlighting one muscle at a time.  Biceps.  Triceps.  Delts.  They all pulsed through the rainbow and the tingling in my body exploded them into gym-built perfection one by one.  My neck got thick.  Hell, even the muscles around my jaw got bigger and thicker, leaving me with a squared off face.

I watched as the magic travelled down my body.  Diamond calves.  Thick and powerful quads.  Twenty years in the gym packed into twenty seconds of joy.

“Oh my god… baby!” my girlfriend shouted gleefully.  “Okay… this is worth every penny.”

The last untouched spot was my glutes.  No… not my glutes.  My butt.  My ass.  My bubble.

And god… it was bubbling.  I watched it on the tablet, but I could feel it under me.  I shifted on the couch over and over, trying to get comfortable, but finally I had to stand.  It stuck out behind me and jiggled like muscular jello.  I couldn’t help but give it a slap and watch it quiver.

Yeah.  I was too fuckin’ hot to be straight.

I watched the colours on the screen spiral down towards my ass and vanish.  Inside my body I could still feel changes… the tingling had slipped between my cheeks and was reshaping my hole.

Fuck… I barely thought about my hole when I was a straight guy, but now it seemed impossible to ignore!  The magic felt like a cock inside me, breaking my old self apart and putting me back together… except this time, I was put together the right way.

A body like this… it deserved to be admired.  Worshipped.  Fucked.

Oh god… the energy was fading… I was so empty…

So empty…

I stared at Caleb’s bulge.  He was hot like me… maybe he’d fill my empty hole…

“You still wanna quit the gym?” he teased.

What a stupid fucking idea.  A guy like me needs to workout.  Needs to use my muscle.  Needs to be seen prancing around in tiny little shorts and a barely there tanktop.  The grey sweats I was wearing were as tight as leggings now, showing off every bit of my shredded legs.

It was too much.  My body was art — I needed to put it on display!

“I think it’s time for you to go,” my girlfriend told Caleb.  “Mark and I need some time alone.”

I looked back and forth between the two of them.  Look, I loved my girlfriend once.  And then you sort of settle into a routine and the excitement fades and eventually she’s just someone you live with.  But Caleb… fuck, he was a total beefcake.

Not to mention… he had a cock.  My hole twitched at the thought.

“Sorry girl,” I said, trying to be nice about it.  “I’m not gonna quit the gym, but… I’m gonna quit you.  I’m too hot to be straight.  Gotta get what I need, y’know?”

For the first time in years she was at a loss for words.

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The gym was empty and locked by the time we arrived.  The parking lot was deserted, except for Caleb’s F-150.  I had to leave my Tercel behind when I realized I couldn’t fit inside.

Caleb had a key.  Of course he did — I can’t imagine I’m the first guy who’s ditched his girl and had a desperate need to workout.  He flicked on row after row of fluorescent lights and I made my way to the weights.

It felt weird, walking through all that empty space.  It should be filled with men.  Grunting, sweaty, beautiful men.

Men who loved themselves and their bodies.

Men who loved my body.

The thought made my hole ache with need.  I looked over at the gym rep and gave him a devilish smile.  I grabbed the front of my sweats and mimed like I was going to tear them off.  He gave me a tiny nod, so I ripped them off like breakaways.

I bounced my ass.  He knew exactly what I needed.

He acted like this was routine — a nightly ritual, and maybe it was.  He pulled off his spandex shirt revealing a smooth torso and big beefy pecs.  He was even sexier than I’d hoped.  Then he dropped his short shorts, showing off a tiny black thong.

He slid it down his hairless legs and stepped out of it slowly.  It was the sexiest goddamn thing I’d ever seen.  My cock was dripping precum while his was still getting hard.

“Mmmm…” he moaned, grabbing his pole and giving it a couple pumps.  He stepped toward me and gave me a long and lingering kiss.  “I’m glad you didn’t quit the gym.”

“I get the feeling…” I chuckled.  “Nobody quits this gym.”

He gave me a teasing smirk and sat down on the nearest incline bench.  He leaned back and spread his legs wide.  His cock stuck proudly into the air.

I got down on my knees and worshipped it.

I moved my tongue slowly, tasting a man for the first time.  I loved it — how could I not?  He smelled like sweat and sex… my favourite cologne.

I lingered as long as I could, but after a minute I couldn’t resist.  His cock was so thick, I needed to try and swallow it.  My lips brushed over his cockhead and I dove down, making him gasp with every inch.

He tasted so fucking good.  Pure beef, with just the tiniest hint of precum.

“That’s a good boy,” Caleb moaned, his hand grabbing the back on my crewcut and guiding my head.  “Mmm… we’ll have to get you a better style.

I moaned deep in my throat to agree.

I wanted to look like one of the guys from the tablet.  Sure, I had the muscles, but I was missing the carefree vibes.

When he pulled me up and lead me to the front desk, I was too dazed by lust to question it.  He reached under the counter and grabbed a bottle of lube.

“You wanna get fucked, don’tcha?” he growled in my ear.  He moved me against the counter and held his arm across my chest.  I whimpered and nodded.

I felt his finger cold against my hole.  It was slick with lube, and my new muscles relaxed easily to let him inside.  He added another finger and started stretching my hole.  I’d never felt anything like it… I should have tried this sooner…

When he pulled them out I felt so empty.

“Fuck me…” I gasped.  “Please… fuck me…”

He didn’t say a word.  He lined up his cock and pressed slowly inside.

“Yeah, take it all,” the rep growled in my ear.  “That’s right… who’s a greedy boy.”

I used all 180lbs of me to agree.

He bottomed out and my body felt electric.  My cock twitched, but I didn’t touch it.  I just wanted to be a hole.  He thrust in and out of me and made me see stars.

He pulled out and for a long second I worried it was over.  Thank god, he spun me so we were facing each other and lifted me up onto the counter.  I balanced on the edge while he slid his cock back inside me, then flexed my butt to bounce along his shaft.

“If anyone walked in here,” the rep grinned.  “They’d just see a couple meatheads fucking.”

“Yeah…” I thought, strangely turned on by the idea.

“They’d never know it’s your first time,” he said.  “You’re a natural.”

I put my hands behind me and levered myself up so I could really bounce up and down his cock.  He grabbed my hips for support and let me fuck myself on his pole.

“You know, you’re a pretty hot gym bro,” he chuckled.  “But guess what — gymbros are s’posed to be dumb.  Especially a sexy meathead like you.”

“I dunno bro,” I played it up, flexing one bicep while my other arm kept me bouncing.  “I was smart enough to choose jacked.”

“Like that takes brains,” he snorted.  “Besides, that was the old you.  Before you got big… think about all the other meatheads at the gym… they’re pretty fuckin’ dumb, right?”

“I mean… yeah…” I agreed.  Fuck, I could barely think with his cock up inside me.

“Gymbros are big,” he grunted in my ear.  “And dumb.  And slutty…”

“Yeah?” I moaned.  It turned me on so much… was that what I was now…?

A big dumb slut?  A gymbro who only cared about getting his ass railed…?

“You want it, don’tcha,” Caleb teased, running his hand down over my massive pecs.  “You wanna be a real gymbro, just like the others…”

“Uh huh…” I whimpered.  “I wanna be a gymbro…”

“Then you gotta get dumb…” he growled.  “You gotta get slutty…”

“Yeah…”

“Well, good news bruh,” he grinned like he was giving me an award.  “The gym is just a cover.  The real business is flipping deadend straight boys into hot himbo sluts.  When I blow my load inside you… the magic will finish it’s job.  Make you addicted to cum.  Turn you into a total hoe…”

“Oh fuck yah,” I moaned.  “Do it… fuckin’ make me a whore…”

“First you gotta cum your brains out,” he instructed.  “You feel ‘em, right?  Big and heavy in your balls?  You gotta cum those brains out,” he told me.  “A sexy meathead like you just thinks about lifting…”

“Lifting…” I moaned.

“And fucking…”

“Yeah,” I gasped as he thrust up hard inside me.  “Fucking…”

“And how fuckin’ hot you look…” he grinned.  He tilted his head and my eyes followed to a wall of mirrors.  We were so goddamn hot… a pair of gym bros, fucking like there was no tomorrow…

He slammed up inside me again and my cock jerked.  A big stream of cum shot out and hit him square in the chest.  Then another hit below it, then another…

I was blowing my fuckin’ brains out.  Every shot of cum made me simpler.  Made it easier to just like… be, y’know?  I felt like… so good.  Relieved?  Like I’d been doing farmers walks without realizing it, and I finally put the weights down.

I grinned up at Caleb.  He stared into my eyes like he was searching for depth, but all he saw was blissful ignorance.  There wasn’t any room for thoughts… I was so fucking full of his cock…

“That’s a good meathead,” he moaned.  I felt his own cock twitch inside me as he pumped cum deep inside me.  “Lifting… and fucking…”

“And bein’ a whore,” I grinned dopily.

He set me down on the counter and snapped a photo.  I must have looked amazing — like I just ran ten miles and then hit a new bench PR.  I was so sweaty and pumped…

He fucked around on his phone while I stood up and wandered towards a mirror.  I turned and watched his cum drip from my ass.

“Fuck I love this gym…” I moaned.

“Good,” he chuckled.  “Cause you live here now.”

“Like… for real?” I said confused.  I mean… I guess I didn’t live with my ex anymore… so…

“No dummy,” he laughed.  “It’s a metaphor… you know what… don’t worry about it.  I just mean you work out here all the time.”

“Awesome,” I grinned.

“As for where you’ll live…” he said.  “You’ll come home with me tonight.  Tomorrow… the gym owns a few apartments down the block.  We’ll keep you there until we find you a buyer.”

“A buyer?” I asked, using both my braincells at once.  “Like… you gonna sell me?”

“Yeah,” Caleb snorted.  “Like you said… you’re a whore.  We’ll find you some rich guy who needs a piece of meat at home.  Ride his cock at night, make him look good in the evening… you can spend all day at the gym.”

“Bro,” I grinned.  “I’d be like… surrounded by cock.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled.  “It’s the perfect place for a meathead like you.”

We grabbed a shower in the locker rooms to clean up.  I spent most of it down on my knees, milking another load out of him and gulping it down with greed.  When we finally finished up, I stood there while Caleb pulled on his shorts.

“Check it out,” he said, tossing me his phone.  “We already got a buyer.  We’ll get you a fresh cut and some styling tomorrow, then deliver you to your new life.  Looks like you’re gonna be a poolboy!”

I pictured myself in speedos, like that guy from the tablet.  Though… like… obviously I’d have to wear more clothes when I came to the gym.  Nothing too crazy, but like… I wanted to fit in with all the other meatheads.  Speaking of which…

“Uh…” I said.  “I don’t have anything to wear.  I kinda shredded my sweats…”

“No problem,” he laughed.  “We’ll get something from the lost and found.”

I hoped it’d be slutty.