Vampires V - Black Ambition (continued)

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Through his network of photographers, Rex found the gym that Renaldo’s brother, Rico, frequented and his workout schedule, late at night just before closing. Rex arrived early. He made a point of working out without his shirt, even though it was against the rules. He worked chest and arms. By the time Rico arrived, Rex’s upper body was marbled with thick, pulsing veins and glistening with sweat. The few people in the gym that late could hardly take their eyes off him.

Rico had planned to work legs, but when he saw Rex at the dumbbells curling 220 pounds with each arm, his biceps exploding, as full and round as footballs, he set his bag down nearby. He pulled his loose fitting sweatshirt over his head, shook his head to straighten his wavy blond hair, and picked up a pair of 80 pound dumbbells to curl. The ribbed white tank underneath clung to his torso like skin, exposing every bulge and ripple of his chest and abs. His arms, though not more than 18 inches, were tight, veined, full and well-rounded.

Rico was so gorgeous he would have made Rex hard even if he was tight and well shaped. He had the kind of thick angular jaw that seemed like it occupied half his head. His shaved beard was four shades darker than his hair. His eyes were an ethereally light blue. When he grit his teeth, he exposed two rows of dazzlingly white, perfectly shaped teeth. Rex let himself drink in the view through the mirror they shared, but he was determined to make Rico make the first move.

Rex set the dumbbells down. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and turned away. Rico spoke.

“Aren’t you Rex Jones?” he asks.

Rex turned back and extended his meaty hand. “I know you?” he asked.

“No, sir. I’m just an admirer. Rico. My name is Rico. I was in the audience at the Arnold this year. I’m a competitor myself on the natural circuit.”

Shaking his hand was making Rex’s cock swell. Even through his loose sweats it was making quite a show, especially since it reached down way below halfway to his knees. Rico’s eyes dropped for an instant to check it out and his pupils dilated. There was NO hiding Rico’s erection. He popped a woody that tented the front of his shorts. He blushed and tried to ignore it.

Rex broke their handshake and started to turn.

“You in town for long?” Rico asked.

“Tonight and tomorrow,” Rex lied. He had no intention of leaving before he’d made Rico and Renaldo his pets.

“How’d you like to use the hot tub?” Rico asked hurriedly.

“Ain’t you just starting your workout? ‘Sides, they ain’t no hot tub here.”

“Not here. Home. I – I’ve been over training. I should skip my workout.” The self-effacing nature of Rico’s shy reply was all the more obvious coming from a man who would otherwise have been supremely self-confident.

Rex acknowledged his machinations with a broad grin. Rico picked up his bag and led him out to the parking lot. Rex paused as they split towards their separate vehicles.

“You smoke weed?” Rex asked.

“Sure,” Rico answered after an uncertain pause.

Rex nodded in the direction of his rented SUV. Rex unlocked the passenger door. Rico climbed in. Rex pulled a reefer from the center console and lit up. He inhaled deeply and handed it to Rico. Rico inhaled and coughed, then inhaled again. This time he held his breath and felt the smoke seep into his bloodstream, making him light headed. Instead of taking it back, Rex motioned for him to keep smoking. Halfway through the joint Rico’s ears were ringing and his sense of time was elongated.

He glanced back at Rex. His sweat pants were tugged down and over a foot of black tube steak was poking straight up from his groin, steadied by two softball sized testicles, fuzzy like peaches.

Rex grinned at him. Rico would have faked outrage, but the weed had sapped his capacity for false indignation. Instead his eyes widened, his mouth watered and he reached over to put his hand around it as he massaged his hard-on through his shorts.

Rex pushed Rico’s head down on his cock. Rico’s mouth opened wide and he gulped up the first few inches.

“Big enough for you? Huh?” Rex taunted him. He forced his mouth down a few more inches, covering a little more than half of his fat cock flesh with Rico’s hot, wet mouth. He thrust hard up his throat and held Rico’s head still with his incredibly strong arms. Rico gagged but struggled to please him. A wide wet drop of pre-cum bled through Rico’s shorts. Rex put his hand on Rico’s ass and squeezed the thickly muscled glutes. His forefinger fell into the gap between the cheeks and he felt Rico’s puckered hole through the fabric of his shorts. It widened a bit at his touch, an involuntary invitation for a later assault.

Rico had worked his body around enough now to do a half way decent job of sucking Rex’s cock, even though it was far to large for him to do justice and by far the biggest he had ever had before. What he couldn’t suck, he jacked with his spit soaked hands. In a few minutes Rex let loose inside his mouth, holding his head down to make sure it got deep into his throat and unavoidably into his stomach.

Rico gasped for air when he let him up, red-faced, but proud to have pulled out the juice. His eyes had a half crazed look, sex-crazed. Unable to concentrate. His hands were all over Rex, rubbing his burgeoning muscles, teasing his nipples. Eventually Rex pushed him away.

“Can you drive?” Rex asked. Rico barely realized he’d been asked a question. “I didn’t think so. Put your bag in the backseat. I’ll take you home. You can come get your car tomorrow.”

The drive helped bring Rico a bit more to his senses, but he still couldn’t concentrate on much but Rex’s body and what it would feel like to get pile driven by the fuck pole he’d been unable to handle in his mouth. Consequently they made a few wrong turns before they found the house, situated at the top of hill.

They shed their clothes on the way to the hot tub. Rico saw Renaldo’s car in the driveway, but he didn’t care if he saw them.

Rex perched his smaller friend on the edge of the hot tub, his sizable fuck rod poking straight up between the twin columns of his taunt abs. Rex could almost taste the cum he was about to suck from between the man’s legs. Rex knew there was no reason to prolong the Rico’s exquisite agony. After drinking one dose of his cum, Rico could manufacture enough sperm to feed him all night long. Rex chowed down all the way, taking Rico into his throat on the first plunge ramming his thick finger into Rico’s asshole and inhaling so forcefully that Rico burst immediately, quivering and gasping for air.

Vampires V - Black Ambition

This week the start of a new chapter of my Vampires story. With any luck I will finish the rest of the chapter this weekend and post it. If you are coming into this in the middle, you may want to read the earlier chapters first so you'll know who Rex is and what level one, two and three are. You can find them on my web site at http://josefhoward.home.att.net

Vampires of Sodom and Gomorrah V - Black Ambition

(c) 2008 Josef Howard

Rex’s relationship to Kurt didn’t end abruptly after Rex’s transformation the way Kurt’s did with Hammond. Kurt didn’t treat Rex the way Hammond had treated him. Even though neither one of them could sustain themselves having sex with the other, they still enjoyed each other and fucked around frequently. But in the weeks that followed Rex’s amazing increase in muscular development, Rex also set about building his own stable of men who could nourish him. Some of them he occasionally shared with Kurt, but it was understood between them that they belonged to Rex.

Rex chose them predominately from among his bodybuilder acquaintances, but he zeroed in on the ones who were passionate enough about well-developed men’s bodies -- not get off on their own development, but to be turned on by other outrageously large men.

After years on the bodybuilding scene Rex knew how to spot them. They were the guys whose eyes lingered a little longer than the others, who complemented him more profusely, or were compelled to knock fists or slap backs. They hung out with guys more often than women because they preferred the companionship of guys to girls, even if they were straight. For the right guy, a guy as phenomenally huge as Rex was now, they gladly disrobed in private, spread their legs and let him taste their cocks in exchange for seeing his naked body and feeling his immense hard muscles.

If Rex’s body couldn’t seduce guys like that, no one could. His arms were almost 27 inches around when they were pumped and flexed. His chest about 65 inches, and his thighs taped at 38 inches. At a height of five foot eight he was almost as broad as he was tall, and although he kept his body hair shaved, he couldn’t keep the dark stubble from showing, even on his chocolate brown skin.

One by one he not only convinced them to let him taste their cum, but he seduced them into tasting his, taking them to stage 1, ensuring their continued interest in getting milked and increasing their supply of cum beyond their own ability to exhaust it.

A few of them he took to stage 2, if it suited him to exert more control, and especially if he thought he might need something from them. But he kept them all from reaching stage 3, because Rex had plans to make use of his new found size advantage over his former peers in the bodybuilding world. He was finished with watching those less deserving than he take the Olympia while he was lucky to place in the top five. This year the crown would be his, and maybe he’d start an Olympia dynasty of his own.

That February when Rex stepped on stage at the Ironman Invitational, his first contest after reaching his 325 pound weight at the height of five foot eight, he took the bodybuilding world by storm. The other competitors, having sized him up in the pump room before, had already resigned themselves to their loss, but it was the first time any of the judges or the press had seen him in posing trunks. In the pre-judging it was all the judges could do to take their eyes off him long enough to compare him to the other competitors. The deep, deep cuts between his full, rounded muscles were inhuman. Many a red blooded straight man popped a rock hard and persistent boner at the sight of him. He handily won the contest.

The month the contest results appeared in bodybuilding rags, Rex was on the cover of Flex, Muscular Development, and Ironman simultaneously, with multi page photo spreads and accompanying articles on the biggest muscle monster in bodybuilding history. Photographers fell all over Rex, and none of them could resist his advances. Having a set of deeply devoted photographers as slavish fans only amplified Rex’s popularity in the media.

The next month Rex took his fourth Arnold Classic title, and continued an unbroken streak of victories at show after show into the summer. For a while he pretended he was undecided about competing in that year’s Olympia, but that didn’t stop the reigning Mr. Olympia from starting to sweat. When Rex finally acknowledged the inevitability of his appearance, the current Olympia re-doubled his efforts. He hired a new trainer. He changed his drug regimen and his diet, determined to come in equal to Rex’s new size, but of course he was fated to fall far short of Rex’s slim, tight waist because of his years of drug use.

Meanwhile Rex turned his attention to the probable judges for the Olympia, because Rex knew that while merit alone would carry him into the top five, merit alone would not fell the dynasty of a seven-time Olympian. To guard against bribery, the names of the judges were never announced ahead of time, but Rex used his wiles on the promoter and got a list. Once he knew who they would be, seducing them was both easier and more difficult. Almost all of them were susceptible to masculine charm, but they were scattered around the country and finding ways to meet them casually and get them into private situations was more difficult. That summer Rex spent weeks making appearances at health clubs and nutrition stores around the country, prioritizing the ones in cities the judges lived in. By September he’d laid every one of them and taken the ones he’d conquered to stage 2, where their support on the night of the contest was guaranteed.

But the second week of October, just days from the contest, the promoter called Rex. One of the judges had dropped out. There was a last minute substitution -- Renaldo Gonzalez.

Renaldo was the CEO of his own supplement company, Mutagenics Laboratories, and publisher of Mutated Muscle, which – despite the title - featured fitness type guys, not muscle freaks. Renaldo was young, handsome and fit enough to be featured in his magazine, but he only appeared in its ads. He owned half a dozen exotic cars and a large house in a Denver suburb, which he shared with his brother, an avid bodybuilder and junior partner in the company. Rumor had it that Renaldo was gay. Some even gossiped about Renaldo and his brother.