Chapter 5: First Date

When I met first Gary, it was at the end of the first week of June. He gave me a small sliver of his power and awakened me of my potential. Since that fateful weekend, I’ve stuck to a simple routine.

Wake up at 8, shower, eat breakfast, and spend 3 hours learning everything I can about building muscles. Wait for my brother to leave at noon. Then head out to my job. After work, I head out to gym. It takes me 20 minutes to jog to the gym, then I work out till 8, come back at 9, and eat dinner before rushing upstairs to cuddle with Gary.

I already signed up for gym membership, so once I walk in, I can immediately change and start my workout. Ben has basically become my personal trainer. Even when jogging, I reach the gym at 6, when most people have already left. Which means Ben can focus on making sure I don’t kill myself on the equipment. I always try to get on the treadmill, but he refused since he knows I jog here. He still works me as hard as he can. Warming up with some stretching, lunges and crunches. Then, we start the workout.

He told me we were doing training splits, the exercises divided into the push/pull/leg split. Monday and Thursday, I did push exercises, which focused on my chest, shoulders and triceps. Tuesday and Saturday, pull exercises that focused on the back and biceps. Then on Wednesday and Saturday, we focused on leg exercises, which obviously focused on my leg muscles. By Saturday, I was dragging my sore body to the gym, each hour I spent there left me tired and sluggish each night. I had to walk to the gym this time, so I got there by 6:30. Every part of my body felt stiff when I walked in the gym. Ben must’ve noticed because he ordered me to do way more stretching exercises than usual. Lunges, calf stretches, the cobra – the works. I must’ve spent at least 10 minutes stretching my body out, and by the time we were done, Ben only let me have two minutes to rest before starting the leg exercises.

“Make sure you stretch at home after we’re done here, you need to take care of your body outside of the gym.” Ben chastised me after I drank my water. He gave me this advice after I signed up for the gym’s membership, and I forgot to follow it. No wonder I feel so sore.

I soon realized the break didn’t last long enough. From the first set I knew it would be a long walk home. The barbell squats were straining my legs way too hard, and the next set brought me to my knees. Ben knew that I needed a minute, but he could only give me a few seconds. If I spent more than 5 seconds on the ground, he gave me a warning before hauling my ass up to continue my workout. 3 sets of leg presses, 3 sets of leg extensions, and was merciful by only making me do 2 sets of calf raises. Then I realized I was wrong assuming Ben would let me walk home. I would be lucky to limp home in the state my legs were in. Sitting on the floor, my trembling arms struggled to lift my water bottle. Ben stood over me, glaring as I tried to catch my breath. Even with Ben glaring at me, a silent warning to get up on my feet, my legs just didn’t have enough strength to stand. Ben sighed, extending his hand to me.

“Come on,” he says, lifting me up. “You can’t stay here overnight. I’ll drive you home.” Wait, what? I can’t go home with Ben! My parents will demand they meet him, and my brother will figure out what gym I’m going to! I try to get up and walk on my own, only to trip and fall. Ben easily catches me, holding me up as my legs shake under my weight. Ben’s strong, with lean muscles, a rippling six-pack along with well-conditioned arms and legs. But he wasn’t big. He’s tall, at 6’4″, but his muscles were slim. They didn’t pop off his frame like the hulking monsters that usually came to this gym. As he helps me sit down, I realized I never asked him about his physique.

“You know, most people who go here, are huge. They’re all built like Greek gods.” I say, sputtering out each word.

Ben glances at me with his eyebrow raised. “You say I’m not?”

“Well, I thought the gods would be bigger.” I’m not sure if Ben appreciated my little quip, since he started glaring at me again.

“Well, I might not be built like Zeus,” he says, standing up, “not all the Greek gods are hulking monsters.” He takes off his shirt, letting me see his lean pecs and rippling abs, his dark skin stretching over his powerful muscles. “Apollo and Dionysus, for example, are more known for having a slim physique, compared to the rest of the pantheon,” then he slings his shirt over his shoulder, stretching it over his arm. He must be trying to mimic Apollo’s statue in Vatican City. “Despite his smaller physique, the Belvedere Apollo is considered the epitome of aesthetic perfection.” He looks as muscular as the statue itself, maybe even more so due to how well conditioned his body is. Despite the lack of muscle mass, he looks nearly as impressive as Apollo himself. My heart skips a beat as I imagine him in proper godly attire.

The hint of a small grin appears on Ben’s face. He raises his right arm and flexes it, his chiseled bicep is aesthetically sculpted, while his corded forearm had nearly every muscle visible, with veins snaking all the way up to his hand. My eyes were locked onto his arm, wondering how long it would take for me to look like that. I took a moment to look down at my arm, it was closing in on his size, but it was nowhere near chiseled as his. I have a lot of work to do.

Ben regains my attention by tapping my shoulder. “The reason why I’m not a hulking monster like most of the gym’s patrons because I’m a professional kickboxer.” He stretches his arms before sitting beside me. “Many people think a fighter could never have enough muscle, but that’s not true. Too much muscle can end up slowing you down and tiring you out in long bouts. I don’t need to be built like Hercules when I’m already black Apollo.”

That’s something I didn’t know about fighter, but I had to ask, “Keeping your muscle mass low can help you in the ring, but won’t it make it hard to control some of the rowdier patrons?” I’ve seen some of these guys. Man, they’re huge. They haven’t said much to me, but I can tell they wouldn’t mind putting their hands on me.

Ben does something I thought he wasn’t capable of, he chuckles. “You don’t need to worry about me, some of these guys look mean, but I haven’t had a problem with any of them since I started working here.” Then he leans in closer, “besides, I may not be built like Hercules, but my punches feel like his when they hit in the right place.” God, his brutal confidence is so sexy. This may be my first time since middle school, but I had to try to ask him out.

“Hey, uhhh…” dammit, I can do this, Gary said I could claim anyone I want. I just had to try! “So, before you take me home-“

Ben stops me before I can finish. “It’s late.” He states, plainly. “You gotta get home before your parents get mad.”

Well, I saw this coming. Even the infernal powers Gary bestowed upon me can’t make me a smooth talker. Maybe I should start on someone who isn’t such a hardass. My legs felt a little better, so I’m capable of walking now. Still, Ben insisted on holding me up as he led me to his car. Just in case.

Once we got in and started asking about his job as a kickboxer. Weren’t there gyms that catered personally for fighters? I asked him about this, and he tells me that he’s just working here for extra pay. “Since I’m a new fighter,” he says, his knuckles turning white, “what I make is barely enough to pay the bills. Since my fighting gym takes a portion out of my winnings, so I work here for some extra money.”

“That’s not fair,” I tell him, painfully sitting up. “Your gym should do more to support you. They should at least make sure you can pay your bills before they take a cut of your earnings.” I gasped out those last few words. That’s probably my body reminding me I still need to recover. Ben glances back at me and sighs.

“It is what it is, its fine. Besides, I don’t mind working here. Nothing wrong with some extra workouts.” He turns, now we’re nearing the suburbs. I’d say we’re about 5 minutes away. “So, why are you going to gym? And why are you trying to hide it from your brother?” My eyes went wide, and Ben noticed. Looking at me through the rearview mirror. He pressed me, “Your brother goes to the same gym, and you always arrive an hour after him. I haven’t told him yet, but he asks me I won’t lie for you if don’t give me a good reason.”

I gulped, realizing I had to come up with something good. The shoddy excuse I gave to my brother won’t work with Ben. I suck in my teeth and try my best to lie.

“I’m working out so I can get stronger, to, uhh, protect myself. I just don’t want to rope my brother into this.” Let’s just hope that bit of truth can fool Ben. Looking at the rearview mirror, I see Ben’s harsh look. He has his questions, but I don’t know if he’ll ask them.

We finally reached my house, after the longest five minutes of my life. Ben parks the car right in front the driveway, lifting myself up to the door. I thanked Ben for driving me home and started walking to the house. Before I opened the car door, Ben stops me. “If you wanna learn how to fight, you can go to the fighter’s gym at 10 am, I can train you for an hour.”

Wait, is this a confession? Probably not, but this could be an opportunity. I can make him mine, or at the very least, I can learn how to fight. Maybe I could incorporate what I learn with my new demonic powers. Even if I can’t get him to like me, it’s still a good way to practice my power without Gary breathing down my neck. I thanked him for the opportunity and walked to my house.

Knocking on the door, I’m surprised when my mom nearly manages to rip the door of its hinges. She gave me a hurried greeting before rushing me to the table. There’s only one plate there. She explains everyone else already ate, and they’ve already gone to bed. This time she made some beef rice. Simple and high in proteins, just what I needed. As I ate, she started asking me questions, wondering why I started working out.

Swallowing before I answered, I wondered why everyone was so interested in me working out. “I’m just working out because I want to, it’s not that big of a deal.” Mumbling as I shoved more food into my mouth.

“Ay!” She yelps, sitting up to scold me. “Working out doesn’t give you a excuse to talk to me like that!” She calms down and asks me “What were you doing at that gym? You were really late today. Also, who brought you home?”

I raised my head from my plate. “It’s only 9:30 mom, I’ve come home later.” It’s weird, even when I was in high school, mom never worried about me arriving late. She was always more worried about whatever Ernesto was doing.

“You’ve come home later from the library, from school. Those places are safe. Most of the gyms are located closer to the city center. You know how dangerous it gets down there.” Right, I remember running close to the Iron Body gym when I was following that cult.

“Still, I’m a adult now. We celebrated my 22nd birthday two months ago, remember? I can handle myself.” finishing my plate, I got and told her, “Soon I’ll be looking my age too.”

“Oh!” she yelps. “You didn’t tell me who brought you home!”

“O-oh,” yeah, I was kinda hoping she would just forget about that. Which one of my friends can be a stand-in, Tyrell, Jerry? No, they’re out of state right now. Maybe… Zack! “Yeah, Zack! Zackary took me home today.”

My mom’s eyes lit up when I mentioned him, “Really, the Whitakers are back in town? You should’ve told me!” Happily smiling, she snatches my plate, “we’ll have to schedule a meeting with them!” She loves the Whitakers, all eight of them. I only really liked Zack, he’s the only normal one. I excused myself and started going upstairs, before letting me go, my mom called me back down.

She pulled me in close, hugging me kissing me on top of my forehead. “Stay safe this summer, ok?” I know that tone, she’s worried, she usually tries to hide it. I hugged her back, telling her I could watch myself. I’ve grown a little taller since the start of this week, so I didn’t need a boost to kiss her back. She finally lets me go and I rush upstairs, ready to meet Gary.

I crash into the bed, with Gary materializing right beside me. We immediately started making out, Gary wrestling with me to get on top of me. Once on top, he holds me up, kissing me even deeper than before. His long, powerful tongue mashed against mine, eyes glowing with lustful intent. His musk filled the room, his tongue and the lustful aroma nearly made me cum right then and there. I only held back because I already experienced this combination before. He pulled away, kissing me all over my face, his lips were insanely soft, sinking into my lips and electrifying my entire body. It’s Gary’s test for me, to hold back from cumming every time he kissed me. Each day I failed, cumming ropes each time he kissed me. Today, I managed to hold myself back from spraying Gary with my cum. Impressed, he pulled away, humming with approval.

“Your self-control has improved, little dog,” his fingers trailed down my body, “let’s see how else you’ve improved…” He grabbed my arms and held them over my head, pulling off my shirt, my chest laid bare for him to admire. As he inspects my body, I blush, I’ve been working hard, but I don’t know if it’ll be enough. They don’t even look as good as Ben. “Nonsense!” Gary blurts out, reading my thoughts, “You’ve only been working out for a week! Take a good look at what you accomplished!”

I look down at my body, realizing how big I’ve grown since the start of this week. My chest was no longer flat, jutting out a little. Below my pecs my abs were starting to emerge, a small ridge with six puffy squares, evidence of my hard work. Gary held up my left by the wrist, letting me see just how well built my muscles are. Veins showed up on my forearm even without flexing, and my biceps doubled in size since we first met. “And it’s only been a week,” Gary reminded me, squeezing my bicep. “My little pet has been working hard for me, now let me reward you for all your work.”

Stretching out my arm, Gary let his tongue roll out of his mouth. It’s longer than my hand! Hell, Gary could probably wrap it around my whole hand if he really wanted to. Gary teased me, licking my wrist, his tongue tickled my skin. Then he put his whole tongue on my forearm, dragging it all the way down to my elbow. He kisses my bicep before looking up at me, the same cheeky grin he always gave me. “Flex your muscles for me, I want to worship them.” Worship! Me?

“A-are you sure? I d-don’t think my muscles are mighty enough for- “the moment his tongue touched my bicep, I flexed immediately. While moaning, Gary got right in my face, and whispered to me.

“You’ve been working so hard for me, let me please you, let me heal your sore body…” He kept going, licking my bicep from my elbow. His tongue licked between my bicep and triceps, and even flicked his tongue underneath my arm. I knew I started leaking precum. My muscles tensed as his tongue traveled further up my arm, eventually reaching my shoulder. He licked and kissed my shoulder, and when he bit my shoulder, I couldn’t hold back. My cock slipped out my shorts. I came, blasting ropes all over myself. Some of it lands on Gary hand. Grinning while licking his hand clean, he looks at me with lust, ready to reward me properly. He licks and kisses my pecs, stopping at each of my nipples to suckle them, like I suckled his. I came each time his soft lips touched my nipples, moaning loudly until he stopped. He gave one last lick each time he finished with my nipples. Then he looked up at me, his eyes glowing like flashlights as his lust grew. He buried his face in my pecs, or at least he tried to. My chest was too small for that. Either way, it didn’t stop him kissing me all over my chest while pinching my nipples. He rolled out his tongue again, licking me down all the way down to my abs, I twisted around in ecstasy as he kissed each puffy square before reaching my crotch.

When he reached my shorts, Gary once again looked up at me. His eyes glowing with lust as his fingers curled around my shorts. My cock poured a steady stream of pre, soaking my shorts. Gary already knew what I wanted him to do, and with a quick nod he obliged. He ripped my shorts off, my pre sprayed all over his face. He closed his eyes, slowly licking my precum before opening them again, somehow achieving a new level of lust. I didn’t even know the Incubus could ever get hornier, but I could see it in his eyes. He was ready to tear me apart! I try to back up, but I can’t move much with Gary pressing his full weight on my legs. “Don’t worry,” he says, lubing up my cock with his spit, “You’ll need bigger boxers when I’m done with you…”. He pressed his lips on the head of my cock, only a steam of pre blasted out. Gary didn’t stop to explain how he kept me from blasting his face, only licking and sucking the precum off my cockhead. Raising his head while breathing heavily, blushing as he looked at me. He was lost in his own lust, he lovingly kissed and licked my cock, lathering it in his spit. I could hear his moaning whenever he wasn’t stuffing his mouth with my cock: his sultry, womanly moans reverberated around the room. His moaning excited me, now a river of pre flowed from my cock. Gary dutifully sucked it all up.

Despite how wild he looked; he was careful with his blowjob. He wasn’t sloppy, he was slow, slowly licking my cock up and down, each kiss on my cock feeling like it lasted hours. When he moved down to my balls, he suckled on them slowly, with the same care he gave to my cock. Soon, it felt less like a blowjob and more like he was edging me. I should’ve came five times already, whatever magic he used on my body kept me from cumming. I squirmed, no, I thrashed under his weight, too horny to think. Hell, I was nearly too horny to think. Every time I tried; a loud moan escaped from my lips. Eventually, I summoned the will to speak.

Eventually, I managed to squeak out a desperate beg, “Gary… Please,” he looked up at me with glee, watching me squirm under his grasp, he clearly got off on it. I could see his cock hardening, poking out from under him. He let me measure his cock on Tuesday, it was nearly 13 inches hard. A steady stream of pre flowed from his cock, staining my bed. It should be messing up my face instead. Gary read my thoughts, and finally decided to let me cum. My cock exploded all over his face, painting Gary’s face white. Gary held my legs in place, lapping up as much cum as he could. Even as my cumshot trickled down to a stream, Gary still put his tongue to work, lapping up my cum like a cat, kissing my cockhead as cum dripped off his face.

I laid down in bed, breathing heavily after blasting Gary’s face. I stayed down for at least 10 minutes, all the while Gary continued to clean my cock. His face was still covered in cum, his back arched, feet up in the air as he causally licked my cock clean. Once he was done with my cock, he wiped my cum off my face and licked it all up. Once his face was clean, he finally lifted his body off my legs, and pulled up to my side. Now that he was off his stomach, I could see his cock in all its glory. Lying beside me at a slight angle, his cock poured out precum on my leg. His cock’s precum nearly outdid my output! He’s taunting me with his cock, letting me know I’m nowhere near his level. I could see in his face too, even in the dark I could that smug grin plastered over his face. Gary knew what he was doing, showing off his cock like that. He knew it made me hungry…

“Hungry for more,” he says, finishing my thoughts, “hungry for bigger muscles’ he says while flexing his arm, “hungry for a bigger cock,” his shoots a glob of pre at my face. I licked his pre off my face, drooling as I stared at his huge cock. I was hungry for his cock, I wanted it, I wanted so bad! I immediately put my mouth on his cock, sucking up any precum I could. Then, I awkwardly shift positions with Gary. Now on top off Gary, I take in as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. I go down, down further, even has I feel it in my throat. I stop right before I reach the base of his cock. Try as I might, I physically can’t take anymore. His pre would clog up my throat. While I can’t think of a better way to die, I know Gary wants me to live. I can’t spend the rest of my life pleasuring him if I die, after all.