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.