I, Mike, was a regular at the gym, my fit body glistening with sweat as I completed another set of bench presses. My short, dark hair was slicked back, and my beard neatly trimmed. Today, however, my attention was drawn away from my own workout as a new member graced the gym with his presence.
Lance was a giant of a man, his bulging muscles a sight to behold. His skin was tanned from hours spent in the sun, and his dark brown eyes held an intensity that made my heart race. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he moved around the gym, his movements fluid and powerful. I couldn't help but notice the enormous bulge in the front of his gym shorts, indicating a monster cock that was so big the cockhead stuck out the bottom and the base of it poked out over the elastic.
I tried to focus on my own workout, but my eyes kept drifting back to Lance as he grunted and flexed, showing off his impressive muscles. I felt a stirring in my own body, my heart rate quickening, and I couldn't deny the arousal that I felt. I was shy, a submissive, and I couldn't believe that this god among men was in the same room as me.
But as I watched him, something strange happened. I imagined his muscles growing larger, Lance's grunts getting louder as he lifted heavier weights. And to my amazement, it worked. His muscles bulged even more, veins popping out as he pushed himself to the limit. I felt a sense of power, of control, as I continued to imagine his muscles growing.
Lance noticed me watching him, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice deep and distracting. I nodded, unable to find my voice as he approached me. He offered me a spot on his bench for the next set, and I hesitantly accepted.
Lance was dominant and assertive, barking out orders for me to spot him during each exercise. But his massive cock occasionally got in the way, making it difficult for me to focus on the weights. I couldn't help but stare, my arousal growing with each passing moment.
Finally, after our workout was finished, Lance led me to the change rooms and shower. He demanded that I worship his muscles, running my hands over every inch of his body as the water cascaded down over us. But my focus was on his hyper monster cock, the head slick with water as I tried to wrap my hand around it.
Lance laughed as he saw my struggles, "You think you can handle this, little one?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sexuality. And before I knew it, I was on my knees, my mouth engulfing him as he guided me forward. He made me fuck his own cock slit, thrusting back against me as I tried to take as much of him as I could.
As I worshiped his muscles and serviced his cock, I couldn't help but wonder what other powers I possessed. But for now, I was content to be at the mercy of this muscle god, my heart racing with each touch of his powerful body.
"You're mine now, little one," Lance growled, as he let out a deep, satisfying groan as he came. And with that, the workout was over, leaving me wanting more.