One Push Too Many


By RedKage

Charles grunted loudly as he finished his last set for the day. With a final grunt he pushed the bar back onto the rack. Gasping for breath, he sat up. It has been a week since he started eating Darren’s ‘full course breakfasts.’ Although the meals was now relatively smaller and more manageable, he had already gained a small paunch over where his abs should be. Not only that, be he was starting to feel weaker and his muscle definition was disappearing. Yet for some, strange unknown reason, in response to his loss of muscle, another organ has been growing. His penis was normally 6 inches flaccid with egg sized balls, but lately they were, well, growing. His dick was now 10 inches, soft, and with nuts the size of small apples.

Charles looked at the weights he had been using. It was still a large amount, but it was about ten pounds lighter then his usual.

"Dammit." Charles muttered as he showered. "What the hell is going on with me lately?"

While he was thinking, Cain and a bunch of his workout buddies entered, all of them laughing hard.

"Can you believe what that guy did? He was so stupid!" One of the guys said.

"I know! He should know better then to talk back at the master here!" Another guy gave Cain a light punch in the arm and laughed deeply.

"And what about that one wimp he took care of last week?" The first guy joked. "I wonder what you did to him!"

"Oh, nothing much." Cain said. "All I did was dunk him into the toilets a few times, then piss all over him. Afterwards I-"

At this moment Charles slammed the wall. Abruptly the guys stopped talking and looked at Charles.

"What the fuck is your problem?" The second guy demanded.

"Yeah, you got somethin’ to say, flabby?" The other guy added.

"You shouldn’t have messed with him…" Charles growled.

"What’s that?" Cain said confidently, crossing his arms. "And what the hell are you going to do about it, huh fatty?"

Instead of responding, Charles suddenly rushed Cain, his fist making contact with Cain’s face. There was an audible crack as Cain stepped back, blood flowing from his nose. Soon, Cain and Charles were wrestling each other around the shower room. Charles was losing badly, but he didn’t care. It was his fault for not doing anything earlier, so he had to pay the price.

All around them people were watching. Some where worried. Other people were turned on by two naked men and had raging hard ons

Cain was on top of Charles, repeatedly punching him in the face when several pairs of arms pulled his off. Charles was about to leap back onto his feet and attack Cain again when some more arms grabbed him and pulled him away.

"All right, what’s going on in here!?" A loud voice bellowed. The people in front of the exit moved away as the gym owner stepped in. He was about five foot eight, but he was still pretty muscular for a fifty-year-old.

At first no one said anything, but then one by one the people around them started to describe what had happened, and they didn’t stop there. They all began to go into detail about what Cain had done to each and every one of them in the past, each story sounding more disgusting and humiliating then the next.

"So that’s the case, huh?" The old man gave Cain a disappointed look. "If I knew what was going on, I would’ve kick him out years ago."

Cain’s eyes went wide when he heard that, then he was furious. "You can’t do this to me!" He clenched his teeth and his face turned beet red, matching the blood dripping from his nose.

"Can’t I?" The man smirked. "From this day on you are banned from my gym. If you go within and hundred meters of this place, I’ll call the cops."

Just then Cain leapt at the old man, fists swinging. Before anyone can do anything, however, the man quickly stepped o the side and kicked him in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. "Next time think before you mess with someone with a 4th degree black belt. Now, Someone take this piece of trash outta my gym!" The old man ordered, and several bodybuilders dragged him out of the shower room. Then, the old man turned towards Charles. "Sorry that I let that fucker cause so much trouble, but no one said anything about it."

"Mainly because they were afraid of them." Charles winced. His lip was cut, and bruises covered his entire body. He took a step forward and nearly fell over.

"You alright kid?" The owner asked as he grabbed Charles’s shoulder. "You took quite a beating there."

"I should’ve gotten this last week anyway." Charles laughed weakly. "Besides, it’s nothing compared to what my friend went through."

* * *

It took awhile, but Charles finally managed to get home. The moment he opened the door, he heard a plate crash as Darren stared. "Wh-wh-what happened to you?"

"Nothing." Charles said. He slowly limped over the the couch and plopped down.

"What do you mean nothing!?" Darren rushed over to him and looked at him in the face. "Tell me, what happened!?"

"I told you, nothing happened!" Charles said more firmly. "I just…got into a fight, that’s all."

"A fi-" Darren blinked. "Why the hell would you go into a fight!?"

"It’s nothing." Charles said wearily. Slowly he felt himself fall asleep. "Just leave….it…"

Darren looked at Charles, who was now fast asleep on the couch. After a few moment,s he turned around, grabbed his car keys, and ran out.

* * *

Charles didn’t know how long he was out, but when he woke up Darren was gone. Grunting, he sat himself up and looked lethargically around. Dinner was now completely cold, and there was no signs of anyone else in the house. He was just about to get up when he spied a box of chocolates on the table.

Smiling, he opened it and began eating them one by one while he watched the television. As he popped the last on into his mouth, the door opened and Darren walked in.

"I heard what you did today." Darren literally threw himself onto Charles and broke down. "I’m sorry I ever doubted you! I…I…"

"Get off me!" Charles tried to shove Darren off, but lacked the strength for some reason. "I should’ve done something when he picked on you, so it’s not your fault."

"Yes it is!" Darren sobbed. "Because of me….because…"

Charles sighed. He tried to think of something to say but his head was starting to get drowsy again. "You’re…forgiven."

Darren sobbed for a few more minutes, then pulled himself off of Charles. "Th-thank you. And I’m-" Darrren stopped when he saw the empty chocolate box in Charles’s hands.


Charles looked down at the empty box and laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. I know I should’ve saved some for you but-"


Charles blinked several times. "What..?" His vision stared to blur as he grew more and more tired.

"I’m sorry! I’m sorry!" Darren cried repeatedly, over and over.

"About….wha…?" Charles’s eyes flicked and slowly sleep took over.

"You’ll find out…" •

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