You are not going to be a threat to anyone without your strength

You grabbed Trent's shoulder and pressed the other hand to the middle of his chest. You willed Trent's strength to become yours. Instantly, you could feel the transference traveling up your arm and radiating across your body. You felt that your skin was too tight as your body began to expand.

You were paying so much attention to your changes that you didn't notice Trent until he started convulsing in your grasp. Trent had shrunk; his impressive physique a thing of the past. His eyes were glazed over, and his cock was tenting his shorts.

"That's it, Trent. Let it all out. Give it up."

You felt the energy flow start to slow.

Fuck that. I'm taking it all.

You pulled Trent into a hug, and the surge of energy would have knocked you to the ground if your back wasn't against the wall.

Trent made a loud "awwwww" sound and went limp in your arms. You lowered him to the floor.

{if trentChange == 6}You felt like you were still growing, but you couldn't wait to look at yourself. Leaving Trent **** on the floor, you walked over to a mirror and pulled up your shirt.

Fuck, I look hot!

You wore baggy workout gear, but now it looked (and felt) like it was painted on. Trent moaned. You walked over to Trent and helped him to his feet. His shorts fell off and his shirt looked ridiculously big on him. You were prepared for this.

"I told you my gear was way too big for you. Here are your clothes."

You tossed Trent a small workout outfit that you had in your bag for just this occasion.

"Yeah, bro, you are far bigger than me. I don't know what I was thinking."

He just accepts it. Amazing.

You looked over the "new" Trent, and the difference from just a few days ago was unbelievable.

Before he was a beefy athlete, and now he was a fit twink. Trent spoke.

"I figured we could work out in here and have some privacy. You said you could take whatever I dished out. Let's see."

He stepped forward and grabbed both of your pecs, and squeezed.

"Rack the bench press, I am going to push you until you beg me to stop."

Just try.

Trent had you move from station to station, and he was relentless. You were bigger, you were stronger, but he was running the show. He was not wrong, more than once, you wanted to beg him to stop, but your pride would not let you. Part of the reason you didn't quit was because of Trent's "motivation." Far from supportive, Trent's idea of encouragement was hurling insults.

"Pussy! Piece of shit! Worthless loser!"

Each comment pissed you off, and you pushed harder. The other thing that kept you going was all the "special" attention Trent gave you. In between and during sets, Trent was all over you. Touching you, rubbing you, stroking you. At one point he even pressed up against your back and started dry humping you.

"If you're good, you'll get some of this."

You finished the final set on the last machine and stumbled to your feet. Trent stood in front of you.

"First we work. Now we play. "

He lifted your arm; you flexed. He kissed and licked his way up your bicep and then down your torso.

"Now the work out really begins."

He reached up and roughly twisted your nipples. You pulled down your shorts and underwear and pressed down on his shoulders until he was eye level with your cock. Trent leaned in, you could feel his breath on your penis. He grabbed your balls, pulled down, and squeezed.

"Fuck!"

Without releasing your balls, Trent got to his feet and dropped his shorts, revealing his huge cock. On his small frame, it looked obscenely large.

"Did you really think I'd be sucking your cock? Now, pay attention *SQUEEZE* I think you are hot as shit. Since our shower a few days ago, the only thing I have been thinking about is slamming my cock into your ass. We can do this the hard way *SQUEEZE* or the easy way. Your choice."

Why was this scene turning you on? You could easily toss Trent across the room but instead,

"Hard way."

Trent smiled.

"Good choice. I will only stop when you beg me."

Trent's hyper-aggressive attitude turned you on, and you let him take the lead. You were pleasantly surprised. Yes, Trent was rough, and he enjoyed inflicting a modest amount of pain, but mostly he was about having fun. He wanted to wrestle, pound your chest, have you bench press him; goofy "bro" stuff. His hands were constantly on your ass.

Trent got a condom and lube from his gym back. He swatted your ass, and you place one leg on his shoulders. When he entered you, you thought you were being split in half. You begged him to stop.

"Come on bro. I know you can do this. You big muscle ass needs my cock."

He leaned down and kissed you.

"Relax, I'll take good care of my buff-bro."

You relaxed.

He fucked a huge load out of you. Trent pulled out and shot his load on your chest. He pulled you to your feet and smacked your ass.

{elseif trentChange ==4}You stood over Trent, waiting for him to wake up. After a while, Trent sat up and ogled you.

"Hey, sexy! We're alone, so why aren't you naked?"

"What?"

Trent got up on his knees, grabbed you by your hips, and pulled you towards him. He yanked up your shirt and ran his tongue over your abs.

"Woof! You taste good bro. No one will interrupt here, let's do this right."

Trent pulled down his shorts and underwear and kicked them to the side. Standing in front of you, he looked pretty good. He was not as muscular, and his cock was not as big, but Trent was still a hot guy.

Why not.

You removed your clothes, started stroking your cock, and approached Trent.

"I like what I see and look forward to hitting that, but nothing gets me horned up like a good workout. "

Trent walked over the bench press and racked some weights.

"Spot me."

You stood behind the bar with your nuts directly above Trent's mouth. As he lifted the bar, he licked your sack. You knelt down to give him easier access. He completed his reps and reracked the bar.

"I am not sure how many I did. I lost count. I hope you are not easily distracted."

You adjusted the weight and slide onto the bench. Trent stood behind you, but after your first rep, he walked around the bar and stood at the side of the bench. He placed a hand on your chest and started stroking your cock with the other.

"Before I met you, I never touched another penis. "

He spit on your cock and kept stroking.

"Since you are getting so hard, I guess I am doing it right."

You started to rerack the bar. Trent took your balls in his hand and twisted.

"Keep lifting, or I twist these off."

You kept lifting. Trent smiled at you.

"Nice form bro. You feel that burn?"

He leaned down and licked your shaft.

"Naked work out is an excellent idea."

He stood up, got behind you again, and helped you rerack the bar. Trent grabbed your cock and led you over to the pull-down station. He selected his weight and started the exercise. You stood behind him and pressed against him. You nibbled his ear and reached around his body and fondled his cock. Trent started laughing.

"You better be prepared to finish what you start."

You slid your cock along the crack of his ass.

I know exactly where I plan to finish.

Trent released the pull-down bar and let the plates crash down. He turn around and kissed you. As he kissed you, he walked you backward until your back was against the wall. He broke off the kiss and, with both hands, keeping you pinned to the wall. He leaned in and licked your lips. You tried to kiss him, but he pulled back. He was holding you against the wall by your upper arms, but your legs were free; you brought you knee up aiming for his crotch but hit his thigh instead. Trent jumped back, and you stepped forward.

"You want to play dirty?"

Trent lowered his head and drove his shoulder into your stomach. He hoisted you up onto his shoulder and spun you around. You started laughing. Trent carried you over to the section of the gym with mats covering the floor.

He wouldn't

Trent tossed you off his shoulder, threw you to the ground, and dove on top of you.

"I just body slammed you, bro!"

Even with the mats, he knocked the wind out of you. Trent lay on top of you.

"You ok?"

You grinned and tried to look intimidating.

"I can take anything you can..."

Trent bounced on your chest, driving the air from your lungs. He remained sitting on your chest. Trent smiled down at you and dropped a bomb,

"I want to fuck you."

He reached behind his back and grabbed your cock.

"I think your pecker agrees with me. What's that Adam's pecker?"

Then in a silly high voice, Trent said,

"I think we should let Trent fuck us."

And then in a deep voice,

"I concur."

"Let me guess, the deep voice was my ass?"

"I don't know, let's find out."

You rolled over, and Trent slid down, so he straddled your ass. He lightly brushed his fingers across your ass. Then he roughly swatted your butt.

Ouch!

He spanked your ass several times until it was bright red. He spread your cheeks apart and roughly inserted a finger. You gasped.

"Yes, definitely your asshole. "

He removed his finger, spit, and fingered you again. He continued to fuck you with his finger as he kissed his way up your back. He licked and then bit the back of your neck.

"I am going to fuck you now."

You made a sound that you hoped sounded like "yes." Trent helped you to your feet and walked to an inclined bench. He sat down and motioned for you to sit on his cock. You got some lube and a condom from your gym bag. You lowered yourself onto his cock. Even though his cock was not as big as it once was, it took you a moment to adjust. Trent ran his hands over your chest.

"You are sexy fuck, bro."

With your feet on the ground, you were able to ride Trent's cock. Trent reached over, retrieved the lube, and coated your cock. He masturbated you as you rode him. Trent started thrusting up on your downward motion. You surrendered and let him take over the fucking.

Trent grunted with each thrust, and it got louder and louder. He wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you up against his chest. Still fucking you, Trent stood up. Carrying you over to the mats, he dropped you onto the mats and dove on top of you. You tilted back your head and closed your eyes.

"No!"

Trent lifted your lower body, so your shoulders were pressed into mats.

"Keep your eyes open. Look at me."

Trent fucked you hard.

Shit, he is jackhammering me. Why am I letting him use me like this?

What he lacked in cock size, he made up for in aggressive, relentless pounding. Trent pulled out just before he came and shot his load on your face. Then he jerked you until you came on his face.

{else}You stood in front of a mirror flexing until Trent stumbled to his feet. You could see him touch himself as you flexed.

"It's hot in here. We should take off our shirts."

You removed your shirt and tossed it toward Trent. He picked it up off the floor, sniffed it, folded it, and put in in your gym bag. You loaded the bar for the bench press and motioned for Trent to get into position. Trent struggled, but with your help, he was able to complete his set. He sat up, and you sat down on the bench behind him. You massaged his shoulders.

"Its ok, bro, you keep working with me, and I'll get you back in fighting form."

You ran your hands over his shoulders and across his pecs.

"You got a nice body, bro."

You slid forward on the bench and pulled Trent toward you so that he rested against your chest, and your cock was pressed against his ass.

"Bros know how to take care of one another."

Trent grunted something that sounded like an agreement. He was rubbing your thighs. You licked and kissed his neck. Trent pressed his body firmly against yours. After several minutes you slapped Trent's leg.

"We still have a workout to do. I wouldn't want my boy to get lazy. "

You did your bench press, and then you moved from station to station doing an intense strength routine. At each station, Trent took every opportunity to touch you.

After an hour, you finished. You were both hot and sweaty, Trent pulled you into a hug and leaned in to kiss you. You grabbed him and roughly spun him around. You held him tightly.

Trent was nearly as strong as you and could have broken free, but he submitted to you. You sucked at the back of his neck, and when you stopped you saw the start of a nice hickey.

Just a little mark to let everyone know I was here. Maybe I'll have Trent get my name as a tattoo.

"You did good today, bro. It almost makes up for your recent bad behavior. Almost."

Trent made a grunt.

"What was that? Speak clearly, I don't speak asshole."

You grabbed Trent by the hair and pulled his head back.

"Repeat after me, 'Thank you for helping me, Adam.'"

"Thank you for helping me Adam."

"I am a worthless asshole."

Trent hesitated. You pull his head back further.

"I AM A WORTHLESS ASSHOLE."

"I am worthless."

"A WORTHLESS ASSHOLE!"

"a worthless asshole."

You smacked Trent on the ass.

"Sorry I had to do that, bro, but you had it coming. Phew, I just got a whiff of my pits. I need a shower, I stink."

You dropped your shorts and stepped out of them. Trent picked them up and smelled them. You laughed.

"You like my man funk, bro?"

Trent dropped your shorts, walked over to you, and lifted your arm above your head. He buried his face in your armpit and moaned as he licked up and down. After a minute of worshiping your right pit, you grabbed his head and dragged him to the left.

You pulled down Trent's shorts and massaged his ass. You pulled apart his cheeks and teased his asshole. Trent moaned.

Not today but soon. I will have Trent bouncing on my cock.

You pushed Trent back.

"Thank you for the tongue bath, but we need to get cleaned up. Is there a shower in here?"

{endif}"There is a single stall shower in here. It is designed to accommodate wheelchairs, so we can probably both fit."

You showered together, and other than a little fondling, it was a quick and uneventful shower.

You both changed into your street clothes and walked out the back entrance of the natatorium. Trent lived off-campus, and in the opposite direction, so you said good-bye. Trent turned to face you and looked like he was about to give you a hug.A car horn beeped in the parking lot behind you. Trent saw something over your shoulder.

Trent threw a punch at your face. You had very little time to react but manage to raise your left arm just enough to deflect the blow. It connected with your shoulder. Trent shouted at you,

"Fucking faggot! Next time you try to talk to me, I'll beat the shit out of you."

Trent ran past you into the parking lot. You rubbed your shoulder as you watch Trent climb into a parked SUV.

What the fuck is going with him?

You turned away and started walking in the other direction. Some internal alarm warned you, and you jumped out of the way and into some bushes as the SUV you just saw Trent get into, drove up on the sidewalk, and nearly ran you down.

You walked the rest of the way home without incident. You finished some homework and called it a night.