I like going to the gym, and for no other reason than it makes me feel good, but it sure doesn't hurt that you are pretty much guaranteed to see some big muscled guys working out as well. I've always been in fairly decent shape, I love being active and eating healthy, but I simply don't have the genetics to pack on much muscle. I'm built for endurance and wiry strength. At 5'9" and 165 lbs I am not skinny, but you'd never look at me and say I was jacked or ripped either. One of the trainers at the gym I know pretty well complimented me when he saw me using 115 lbs for an overhead press, and 255 lbs for my deadlifts. Again, not bad, but no powerlifter either. There have been a couple of times my thick strong legs and round meaty glutes had garnered me some attention, and I like thinking about that when I do squats, lunges, and deadlifts. Even more, I like thinking about some of the big bruisers I see working out in the free weight area of the gym. Kind of ashamed to admit it, but I have always had a thing for thickly muscled big men. The power and masculinity they exude makes me crazy - sort of like longing for what I know I will never be. I keep mainly to myself, but it's relatively easy with all the various mirrors to keep an eye on something interesting during my workout and not get noticed. That was until last Sunday....

My new job keeps me at work later on weeknights and I have been going to the gym both Saturday and Sunday to make up for missing more workouts during the week. Normally I wouldn't be there on a Sunday at 5pm, but suddenly I sure was glad I made it that day. This guy had to be one of the biggest I had ever seen at the gym. Not really a bodybuilder unless he was way off-season, more of a powerlifter, but without the typical huge solid gut you often see. The gym has high ceilings even on the lower level in the freeweight area which is a good thing since he was easily 6'4" or 6'5". I watched the exercises and sets he was doing and he appeared to be focusing on chest and back. His shoulders were so wide he kinda shifted sideways to get between pieces of equipment as he moved from exercise to exercise. A mop of curly black hair slightly matted with sweat accentuated deep blue eyes. He looked to be late 30s. I practically held my breath when he walked by me to the row of weight benches set up on the other side of the leg press machine I was using. Huge slabs of muscle mass tensing all over him as he passed without seeming to even notice me. I was trying not to stare, but watched as he loaded the bar with 3 plates on a side. Doing a mental calculation I figured he had 315 lbs there, and when he layed back he pushed it up and down so easily I knew that was just his warm up weight. Two more plates brought it to 405 lbs and his presses were more measured now. I shook my head to clear it and returned to the reality of my own work out. Being Sunday afternoon it was very sparsly attended at the gym, and while there were a few people upstairs in the cardio and circuit training areas, we were the only two in this part of the gym. The gym employee had already been through this part of the facility straightening up, returning the loose plates to their rightful places, and wiping down some of the equipment. She had moved on to the restrooms to be ready to close up at 6.

- "...BUDDY!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin as a voice somewhere above me pulled me from my daydream while I recovered from my last set on the leg press. I swung my head around then had to look almost straight up to see a monstrous pair of pecs nearly blocking the view of the guys face up past them.

- "Ha ha ha - didn't mean to startle you.... I was just wondering if you could give me a spot on the bench"

- "Uuhhh ... yeah... sure" I replied as my brain and mouth suddenly stopped communicating.

I slid off the leg press sled and tried not to look too wobbly though my legs were trembling both from the workout and from watching the muscled giant I was following over to the bench. He had already plopped himself down and the bench let out a groan as his mass hit. The bar was literally flexing with the weight on it.

- "How much is that?!?" I asked with eyes wide. He grinned up at me looking like a little kid.

- "545 lbs - I want to see if I can hit it 5 times. It would be a new personal best for 5 rep max."

As I stood just above his head I had a great close view of his massive physique laid out in front of me. Everything about this guy was huge and muscled - his lats made the narrow bench look like kiddie furniture, and I thoroughly enjoyed the view as he got himself in position and gripped the bar. Should he actually need my help I worried if I was even strong enough to do anything with a 545 lbs bar. He spread his tree trunk legs to brace himself and his shorts rode about halfway up his thighs exposing thickly muscled quads that looked bigger around than my 31" waist.

- "READY??" and I snapped to attention as he lifted the bar off the stanchions. The first three reps went off without a hitch I kept my hands close to the bar but didn't touch it leaning over his huge body some. I was mesmerized by the pumping muscles. The fourth rep stalled about halfway up and he let out a long deep grunt and pushed through getting his fourth without any help. He locked out the weight and took several fast deep breaths and I gave him some encouraging "you got this - one more and you're good" kind of banter. His chest pumped up HUGE as he filled it with air and went for the last rep his arms trembling. Again, he got caught up and stalled and my hands just touched the bar.

- "Come on, COME ON - DO IT!!" I shouted at him. His face deep red as he threw everything into it and inched the weight up.

- "YEAH!!" I shouted as I helped him guide the weight back into place. The giant bounced up off the bench and pumped his fist in the air, turned to me, and gave me a high five so hard I lost my balance and stumbled back into the cement column behind me but not too hard as I caught myself before falling over.

- "Thanks man! awww that felt GREAT! I am so pumped!"

As his huge chest flexed and bounced right at eye level for me I had to agree.

- "Really nice job - that was a ton of weight. I've never seen anyone lift that much" I said in honest admiration.

- "PERFECT ending for my workout - thanks for the spot - your shouting at me was just what I needed." and with that he headed to the locker room.

I watched his huge form turn the bend and seconds later the staff person came out and entered the women's locker room. I wanted so bad to follow him right in there, but I still had lunges to do, and I didn't want to be so obvious. I mean if he gets pissed off catching me staring or something he could snap me in two without trying.

After another 10 minutes or so I finish up and head into the locker room myself. It's 15 minutes to close and the place is basically empty. I wash my hands then move on into the locker room. I hear a clunk to my left as I pass through the door and my eyes nearly bug out of my head as I see the huge man just getting off one of those medical type scales wearing only a jock and stepping to the far side of the room from me, he launches into a couple of poses admiring himself in the mirror. My heart starts pounding in my chest and I casually walk up to the scale. The scales capacity is 400 lbs and the sliding weights are left at 342 lbs ... 342 lbs!!??! That is more than TWICE my 165 lbs!! I stand there staring in disbelief when...

- "It's an old fashioned manual one - you have to move the weights yourself" he said sarcastically like he thought I was trying to figure out how to use it.

I turn and look at the massive figure wondering if he knows what is going on inside my head.

- "I was just checking out my progress" he says as he stands practically naked in front a wall mirror flexing and rolling his pumped up chest. "so you going to use it or were you just looking at what number I left it on?"

- "No.. I mean yes." I stutter as I step up and slide the weights to a normal man's setting. The giant returns to facing the mirror and posing with a huge grin on his face.

- "You should probably take off the shirt - it's soaked with sweat. You really worked your legs hard out there"

I jump a bit realizing that if he can watch me in the mirror, he can also see me checking him out as I stand on the scale.

- "Right, good point" I add realizing he was paying at least some attention to me out on the floor, and step down to peel off my t-shirt and remove my shoes and socks.

Stepping back up I slide the weights until they balance. 162 lbs - I guess I did sweat alot. I step off the scale and sit down on the bench in front of my locker toweling myself off a bit before changing. I feel the floor actually bounce a bit as he walks up next to me opening a stuffed locker three or four down from where I sit. I can't help but steal a glance and he is looking straight at me as I do!

- "Can't believe the pump I got today - I feel huge" He says stating the obvious. He seems to like the attention so I decide to test the waters just a little bit.

- "Yeah, that was awesome, you got yourself totally pumped with the big bench press" I look up at him appearing even more physically intimidating as I am seated looking up at his hulking figure. Still wearing only a jock he steps up to me so he is only maybe 2 feet away his massive thighs like columns in front of me, and puts his hands on his hips flexing his pecs. His face darkens slightly as he stares down at me:

- "You think so?" he asks.

I start to stammer trying to look anywhere other than at his huge form but it totally fills my view..

- "Uhhh... yeah.. that was a great lift" I manage. "I got all kinds of great lifts. I should show you some more" he says teasing me inching even closer. He leans into me with his chest mounds now above my head forcing me to lean back a bit to not rub up against him.

- "That is.... unless you're not interested." Now he has me trapped. A negative response ends things right here, but a positive response places me firmly in his control giving him the freedom to take things wherever he wants them to go. My mind is racing through the conflicting stages of desire, fear, longing, and humiliation.

- "I..... I'd like to ... you know.. see more."

- "Then you will. Throw those clothes on." He suddenly snapped at me as he pulled on some oversized workout clothes, and I obediently pull on a dry shirt and jeans.

- "My place is just 2 minutes away and the gym is closing. Follow me." We both turn to leave, and without another word I hustle to keep up with him striding out of the gym.

The chilly November air wakes me up, and it is already getting dark. What am I doing?? I think to myself. I know nothing about this guy other than he is huge and could kill me without effort. He folds his body into a big old pickup truck as I start my compact sedan a few slots away. He pulls away and turns right out of the lot. Traffic is light and it's easy to follow though my heart is racing in my chest. Another right, a few blocks, a left and we are on a quiet cul de sac of small but well maintained houses set back from the road. At the end is a circle with three houses set back apart from each other backing up to some conservation land. He pulls in the driveway that winds behind the house and I pull in staying in full view of the street - he is already out of the truck.

- "You should pull all the way in back next to my truck - the neighbors don't like cars sitting out."

I slowly inch around and park wishing my car was more visible for safety. He motions me to follow him through the back door as he ducks in. We walk into the kitchen and he grabs a water jug from the refrigerator and drains half of it in one long drink. Tossing me a second smaller bottle he motions me to follow him. In the hall just past the kitchen he turns up the stairs which I found strange since the house did not appear to be 2 levels.

- "I have an activity room up here" he explains as if reading my mind.

The stairs were steep and right in front of my face his thick hamstrings were visible through the tight fabric of his workout pants. We were clearly in the attic now, but the roof ridge was surprisingly high allowing a big vaulted space that was minimally finished off with sloping ceiling panels and knee walls. There was a 15' X 15' workout mat in the center of the room and not much else. The giant man stood in the center of the mats and pulled off his top and bottom standing there arms crossed in just gym shorts with a jock on under.

- "Well??... what do you think?" He asked.

- "It's pretty spartan, but a big room" I answered.

- "NOT THAT" he shouted "THIS!" and he started flexing his arms that must have been 22-23" and rolled the pecs on a chest that was 60" if it was anything.

Still a bit nervous I answered:

- "Ummm.. very impressive."

Understatement of the year when I knew he was 342 lbs of beef. He stepped up right in my face:

- "they're not just for looking" and with that he grabbed my head in a head lock and dragged me onto the mats yanking my sweatshirt over my head. "I promised you some more lifts" he rumbled as one massive hand nearly wrapped all the way around my neck and the other grabbed the fabric between my legs and I felt myself tugged off the floor like I weighed nothing. Before I could focus my eyes I was pressed over head getting pumped up and down as his bowling ball delts swelled under me.

- "162 lbs, hunh?" he taunted "Child's play... I can read the scale too ya know - ha ha ha!"

With that he stepped forward dropping me and I flew down a good 8 feet and crashed on my gut, but the mats were surprisingly cushioning and I was more startled than hurt. I rolled over on my back to get up but was quickly pressed down flat on my back as he crawled over me on all fours his face in my face grinning. "you liked that didn't you?" He could not help but noticed my arousal as he pressed me overhead with his big hand in my crotch. I mutely nodded my head.

- "Good! there's plenty more where that came from. I like the way you look at me, and I like the way your 162 lbs makes me feel so huge"

With that he sat on top of my thighs and extended his huge legs out past my ears. His hand gripped the back of my head and he pulled my torso sitting up between his legs till my face was mashed into his chest.

- "MMnnnfffththt!"

I began to protest and my hands uselessly shoved back against his solid mass as his left arm wrapped behind my head pulling me in deeper. Then his right arm wrapped my head too until I was smothered between two enormous pumped pecs with two equally enormous arms flexing and grinding me against his body.

- "OOOooo yeahhh! That's it little guy - just try to escape ha ha ha!"

With his glutes sitting squarely on my thighs his weight pinned me securely as he started flexing and bouncing his pecs literally grinding my face between them. Just as I began seeing nothing but blackness his arms let up and I gulped fresh air in the pocket that formed. Again with a devilish grin on his face he stared at me and seeing the obvious pleasure on my face despite the discomfort he knew he could continue. With my head still completely wrapped up he leaned back and that's when I felt the walls of muscle moving around me. His tree trunk thighs gripped me between them as his ankles locked behind me. The giant pulled me tighter between his legs until I felt his now stiffening cock pressed against my abs. His incredible thighs covered my sides from my armpits to my waist. With one squeeze the thighs turned to stone and I yelped as I felt the constriction. He let go with his arms and leaned back bracing himself. My arms hung out around his quads and I pounded my fists on the granite muscle as he laughed at my predicament. He rolled onto one side pulling me over along with him and resting on one elbow he flexed his other huge arm watching me suffer as he pulsed his legs into my lats and ribs. The terrifying thing was I knew he wasn't even trying. The sense of being trapped by sheer power with total control was both intoxicating and frightening.

- "how ya doing there little buddy?"

He teased me and pulsed his killer quads in tremendous burst of power when I tried to answer so all I could manage was a grunt of pain in reply.

- "Nice boy - you are a tough one and I like that. Now we can have some more fun."

Suddenly, he relaxed and uncrossed his ankles and I rolled out from between the columns of muscle lying flat on my back spread eagled panting for air. The floorboards under us flexed and bounced a bit as he stood up next to me then there was a strange brief silence. I focused my eyes looking straight up and I saw his entire form in mid air over me and THUDDDDDDD!! his massive thigh crashed down across my chest slamming me down into the mats I was now VERY glad had alot of cushion to them. His huge leg drop felt like an oak log landed on my chest. He burst out laughing at the combined sound of groan, scream, and rushing air that burst from my chest as he hit. He stood up again as I sat there gasping. I was really struggling for air, yet totally turned on by the manhandling I was being subjected to.

As he bent over me he said:

- "Let's see the comparison here" an pulled off my t-shirt and shorts before sliding off his gym trunks leaving me in my briefs and him in only a jock strap. Grabbing my head he pulls my to my feet my knees still wobbly from the impact a moment ago. Standing behind me he wrapped my waist with his left arm and pulled me a good foot off the floor so his chest was pressed firmly into my back as my feet dangled in the air. He flexed up his right arm in a single biceps pose and told me to do the same. I lifted both my arms and pumped my fists to the side exposing my 15" muscled arms.

- "That's it tiny stud - show me those tight little muscles" he hissed in my ear his hot breath beside my head.

I pumped my arms and he chuckled, then swung that massive right arm under mine and before I knew it, the left arm had slipped up under my left and I was yanked back in a tight full nelson. With his mouth right next to my ear he said:

- "Little dude you have not even come close to feeling the power. I am just playing with you cause you are fun, and I can see how much you are enjoying this. You love my huge muscle holding you, lifting you, squeezing you and crushing you."

He gives me a little shake side to side and a quick burst of power for emphasis making me wince as my shoulders creak near their limit.

- "Come on boy, tell me you love it... tell me how much you want to feel the power."

My mind is swirling as I almost feel like an observer watching this scene from the outside. His bulging pecs are driving into my back as his enormous arms flex me back around his huge chest - my sternum is burning as he tightens the hold.

- "Uuunnggghh, yes!" I croak realizing that I am basically giving in to him and allowing him free reign to use me.

- "Yes WHAT?? He snaps with a jerk of his muscle.

-"Aaarrrgghhh! yes, SIR - I want to feel your power! You are absolutely incredible!" I gush.

The chuckle in my ear sounds ominous as he whispers:

- "That's what I wanted to hear."

As he is bending forward my feet hit the floor and he takes a step so my feet drag back between his legs. He takes a wide stance and squats bending me slightly forcing my feet farther back when his legs snap shut trapping my legs between his thighs. Slowly and deliberately his body straightens and his arms pull me back up tightly into the full nelson only now my legs are caught and I am slammed against his body stretching my spine as the giant straightens his frame. He moans slightly as he rocks back and forth grinding his hips into my glutes. When his arms lift and flex, his legs clamp tighter and I am pulled apart as if on a medieval rack.

- "OK boy... time to submit to the power...." He says quietly as his body controls mine with measured deliberate moves.

Step by step ratcheting up the pressure and the flex, my body bends to his muscles will. From head to ankle I feel the pressure and force. Gritting my teeth as my shoulder joints scream in pain and my spine elongates. Exceeding my limits now my entire body shakes and I can tell he is enjoying the effect....

- "AaaaAAAAGGHH I GIVE!" I scream out finally as the agony becomes too much. The pressure eases slightly and dissipates as slowly as it built. Soon I am just hanging off his arms and slide down his now sweaty body dropping to my knees trying desperately to recover.

- "That's one" he says......