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| Hi. My name’s Erik Gundarssen. I come from the very
small town of Odinstagg in Minnesota. My family has
lived there since the town was founded before the
Revolutionary War. As you can probably tell from my
name, I’m of Nordic descent but I don’t look like your
stereotypical Nord. I stand 5 feet 9 inches high and
weigh only 155 pounds. I have dark brown hair and
blue eyes. I’m fairly fit and have what would be
called a swimmer’s build. Or that is what I looked
like when I left home last week. I guess you can
blame or thank my Greatda for what happened to me and
my friend Jeremy. Jeremy’s 6 feet tall and weighs
about 170 pounds with blonde hair and green eyes.
Jeremy had more of a football player’s build or at
least he did last week. Jeremy prefers to be called
Maybe I should explain how it started. My Greatda
had been telling stories about our ancestors for as
long as I can remember. Most of the family thought
they were just stories, I found out that some of them
was true. According to Greatda, the family originated
in the town of Gundar in Norway. Gundar was a small
village that was destroyed around the time that the
Vikings began raiding. Our family name means son of
Gundar, why our family had such an unusual name no one
knows or remembers. Greatda said that our family came
to America because of an ancient responsibility; we
were to search for something or someone. Greatda
wasn’t sure which but in his stories our ancestors
were always seekers and warriors.
As a kid, I used to love to sit and listen to Greatda
weave his tales of the family. When I was six,
Greatda taught me to read runes. I thought they were
like a secret code at the time. So my childhood was
spent listening to Greatda’s stories of the family and
writing them down in runes so I would always have
them. Greatda passed away when I was twelve and I
inherited the medallion he always wore.
Anyway, I hadn’t really thought anything about
Greatda’s stories beyond them just being stories he
made up to entertain a little kid. But that was until
some archeologist actually found the village of
Gundar. That’s when I dug up the stories I had
written down when I was a kid. In one story that I
had forgotten about, it told of two brothers taken by
an obscene warrior cult. It seems that the elder
brother was forcibly initiated into the cult and the
cult planned on initiating the younger. The family
bond between the two brothers was strong enough that
the elder brother was able the throw off the obscene
influence of the cult long enough to enable his
younger brother to escape. The younger brother was
able to reach the village and tell them where the cult
was hiding. Warriors of all the surrounding villages
banded together and marched on the cult. After a
great battle, the cult was destroyed but the elder
brother was not among the slain, he had just
disappeared. According to the story and Greatda, my
family was descended from the younger brother.
Matching the stories up with my ancestors took some
time. But one thing kept popping up; my family had
only a single line of descent. It was always only one
male child born, no brothers or sisters, no aunts and
uncles, no cousins. It was always on the paternal
side of the family. This went back as far as any
legal or church documents that could be found. So, if
I were to have any relatives on my Da’s side of the
family, I would have to start with the story of the
two brothers and see if I could possibly locate the
elder brother, or this case his descendants.
Thank God for the Internet, otherwise such a search
would be practically impossible. I drove to Duluth to
the university there. I went to the university’s
library and signed to several different computers.
Using different search engines, I typed in
‘Gundarssen’. After getting several variations such
as Gunnerson, Gunderson, and so forth, I found only
one entry for ‘Gundarssen’. The entry was for
purchase of land and construction of a building in
Northern California in the 1830’s.
Spring break had been coming up, so Jeremy and I made
plans to head out to California and check up on this
lead and then hit the beaches. We had planned to
spend a day or two going through what records there
were then head down to Malibu for a couple of weeks.
We flew out to the West Coast on a Thursday and rented
a car. We drove up to the small town of Atsugevi.
Atsugevi had maybe a population of a hundred and fifty
people. It used to be an old logging town but it was
slowly dying without any sort of industry. We found
the city hall easily enough. After three hours of
pouring over records we found the land grant where the
building was located but that was all. There were no
other records for Gundarssen, no marriages, births or
deaths. The town clerk thought that it was a Masonic
lodge or some such.
We walked to the building, which was only a few
blocks away. It seemed to be a wasted trip but at
least I would see the building that was built by
someone with the family name. When we got to the
building, we saw that it was a large building
constructed of granite.
Central steps led up to the only doors on the front of
the building. On either side of the doors were runic
inscriptions. The doors themselves were made of metal
but had no visible handle.
“Hey, Erik.” Jeremy called to me; “Can you read this
I looked at the inscriptions for a few seconds and
realized that I could. “Yeah.” I answered.
“So?” he said impatiently.
Knowing that he would bug me about it, I began
reading the inscriptions aloud:
KNOW YE THAT HEREIN LIES THE BROTHERHOOD OF MAGNI THORSON. KNOW YE THAT ALL WARRIORS ARE CALLED TO MAGNI AND TO JOIN THE BROTHERHOOD. KNOW YE THAT MAGNI IS THE TRUE LORD AND MASTER OF TRUE MEN AND THEIR ESSENCE. IF YE WARRIORS WOULD BE TRUE MEN, ENTER BY NAME OF THE LORD AND MASTER.
“Who’s Magni Thorson?” Jeremy asked. “Magni, son of Thor, a Norse God, I think he was a god of strength in battle.” I answered and began reading the other inscriptions to him.
THOUGH THE BROTHERHOOD WAS BETRAYED BY THE LAST INITIATE BEFORE THE LORD AND MASTER AND THE KINSMAN OF THE INITIATE BROUGHT THE BASE WARRIORS OF WEAK VILLAGES, THE BROTHERHOOD SURVIVED. THE LAST INITIATE, COMMANDED BY THE LORD AND MASTER, TOOK THE SACRED RINGS AND BOOK OF THE LORD AND MASTER AND FLED THE BATTLE AND CROSSED THE DARK UNENDING SEA. CURSED BY THE LORD AND MASTER, THE LAST INITIATE WANDERED THE LAND OF THE SAVAGE PEOPLE. UNABLE TO REMAIN I ONE PLACE UNTIL HIS KINSMAN ALSO WALKED THIS FOREIGN SOIL. SO IT CAME TO PASS, THAT THE INITIATE’S KINSMAN SET FOOT UPON THIS LAND. THE INITIATE HAVING ENDURED THE LONG YEARS OF WANDERING, LAID CLAIM TO THIS LAND AND BEGAN TO REBUILT THE BROTHERHOOD. GATHERING YOUNG WARRIORS FROM THE NUMEROUS CLANS AND PEOPLE, THE INITIATE BECAME THE HIGH PRIEST OF THE BROTHERHOOD AND THE GATHERED WARRIORS THE FIRST INITIATES OF THE NEW BROTHERHOOD. BUT UNTIL THE HIGH PRIEST’S KINSMAN JOINS THE BROTHERHOOD, THE LORD AND MASTER WILL NOT APPEAR TO THE BROTHERHOOD.
“Almost sounds like one of Greatda’s stories.” I said. “That first part is kinda like the one that led us here.” Jeremy commented. “Yeah but Greatda’s story happened over thousands before this place was built.” I replied, “It’s just a coincident. This part of the building’s probably just for show, the entrance must be around the other side or in back.” Jeremy shrugged and we walked down the steps. As we walked to the corner of the building, we past a man walking with a crane. When we rounded the corner, Jeremy thought he saw the man start up the steps. We walked back around the corner and we didn’t see the man with the crane. As we reached the bottom of the steps, we heard the sound of metal clanging together. We went up the steps but there was no one there. Then I saw a concealed panel door that hadn’t closed all the way. Inside the panel was a runic symbol keypad. Jeremy figured that we’d never guess the combination but after reading the inscriptions I realized that we were told the combination. I punched in the name ‘MAGNI’ and the door clicked open. Beyond the door was a dimly lit room that had three hallways leading from it. The two to either side were dark but the one straight ahead there had been a momentary outline of light. We headed down the center hall. Towards the end of the hall, we came across a door that had light coming from underneath it. We opened the door and stepped in. We the man naked and leaning against a table, his crane was off to one side. We saw why he walked with a crane; his right leg was shriveled little more than skin and bone. We were about to back out and let the man have some privacy when I noticed something was happening to his leg. As we watched in amazement, his began filling out with muscle. Soon his right leg was as normal as his left. Then his entire body began to swell with growing muscle. The rapidly went from your average Joe to looking like one of those bodybuilders you see in the magazines. His back had a definite and wide “V” shape to it. His shoulders were broad and bulging with muscle. His legs had grown so thick that they were rubbing together. His butt was like two hard and etched stone globes. We were surprised even further as his muscles continued to swell even more massive. His back now looked like a relief map of a mountain range with all the mounds of muscle spread across it. The back of his arms were the size of twenty-pound turkeys. His delts were larger than my head and his legs; you fit Jeremy and me into each one and still have room. Jeremy and I were standing there stunned at having witnessed this guy’s transformation when an exceeding strong hand gripped both of us by the shoulder. We glanced over our shoulders and saw that another mammoth of muscle had us in his grip. We both looked down as we felt something bush past our hands and saw that our captor had a GIANT hard-on. “Did you enjoy the show, boys?” said muscle mammoth holding us, “Oleg, it looks like you had an audience.” The muscle mammoth named Oleg turned around. I swear that the guy had to be over four-foot thick. Also when Oleg turned around, we saw that he, too, was sporting a GIANT hard-on which he was still stroking. “What do we do with them now, Jorge?” Oleg asked. “I was near the security room when I heard the door close the second time. I knew that you were the last one to arrive so it had to someone who wasn’t a Brother.” Jorge replied, “I ran the security tape and these two had poking around outside. They know the Lore and read the Call. This one” shaking me a little,” knew the name of the Lord and Master.” “Then there’s no other choice.” Oleg said, “They know the Lore and the Call.” “I’ll take care of this one.” Jorge said lifting Jeremy under his arm. “That leaves this one for me.” Oleg said taking hold of me. Oleg and Jorge carried us through the halls and into a large room. Looking around the massively muscled body of Oleg, I saw that there seven other muscle mammoths in the room. From the GIANT hard-ons they had and from the positioning of their hands and bodies, I knew that all of them were gay and were sexually engaged with each other. “Brothers!” Jorge called out; “We have here two boys who know the Lore and the Call. They have entered these halls with Lord and Master’s name. Prepare for the Rite, this shall go first.” Jorge carried Jeremy into the center of the room. One of muscle mammoths opened a box and pulled something shiny out of it. The seven mammoth men surrounded Jorge and Jeremy. With all that mass of muscle, I could not see what was happening. I struggled against Oleg fearing that Jeremy was about to sacrificed but it was useless, I couldn’t break free. I heard Jeremy call out “Get your hands off me you perverts!” Through the thick and powerful legs, I saw Jeremy’s feet touch the floor. I next heard the sound of cloth being ripped. I heard Jeremy yell out “NO!”. He screamed in pain but that was choked off. Oleg set me on the ground. I tried to go to where Jeremy was. Oleg held me fast. “Your friend is no longer the man he was.” Oleg said cryptically. I heard the sound of two men grunting heavily. That’s when I knew that Jeremy was being raped by these muscle-bound fiends. Having seen that size of their dicks, I didn’t think Jeremy had a chance of surviving the episode without some serious damage. After several seconds, I heard two of the muscle mammoths cry out “Oh Great Magni, YES!” and “I’m shooting!” A few more grunts and the muscle mammoths sighed in satisfaction. “Brother.” Jorge intoned over the gather mass of muscle, “You wear the Ring and bear the Seed. Show your gratitude to the Lord and Master and receive his Pleasure,” The next thing I heard was the familiar sound of skin slapping against skin. From the motions of the thick arms that I could see, I knew that they were jacking off. Over the sounds of the muscle mammoths jacking off, I heard the sounds of cloth ripping again but it sounded like they were tearing off every shred of clothing Jeremy was wearing. Numerous grunts of orgasm was heard next, quickly followed by the plopping sounds of their spunk hitting the ground. They embraced each other in a massive group hug. One of them said that that was time for a drink and they began to move away. I scanned the floor expecting to see Jeremy’s battered and bloodied body lying there. All but one of them had moved to the other side of the room. I didn’t see Jeremy lying on the floor, all I saw was his torn and shredded clothes laying in the middle of puddles of spunk. I was wondering where Jeremy was when I noticed that the lone muscle mammoth was standing on the shredded remains of Jeremy’s shoes. With a slow realization, I scanned up the length of this muscle mammoth. His calves were larger than my thighs. His thighs were HUGE. Each striated muscle exceeded the size of my bicep. Up I scanned. A GIANT hard-on and gigantic balls jutted forth from a forest of blonde pubes. Peeking from this pubic forest I caught a glint of gold. His left hand was reaching around his thick, hard, muscled glutes. From the rhythmic motion, I could tell that he was finger-fucking himself. I continued to scan up. Ten muscular mounds in two perfect rows made up his abs. The incredible density and unbelievable expanse of his pecs defied accurate description. His right arm was held up and he was flexing it. His biceps went from a tremendous striated mound to a mind-blowing mountain peak of muscle. I finally looked up at the face of this muscle mammoth. It was Jeremy and he had a look of total bliss across his face. “J-Jeremy?” I stuttered. He looked over to me and winked. He, then, turned his head to his flex arm and licked his bicep. He stood up straight and started walking towards me. His legs rolled around each other with each step. His arms were almost parallel to the ground from the shear width and thickness of his lats. Jeremy was now a walking wall of muscle. “Erik.” he said in a deep and deadly serious voice, “Jeremy’s dead. I’m Jake now. Brother Jake to you ‘til you’re as big as me.” “God, what happened to you?” I asked still not believing that this gigantic mass of muscle was Jeremy. “A God is exactly what happened.” he answered; “I’m a True Man of Magni, now. I’m a butt-fucking, cocksucking True Man of the Brotherhood.” “Jeremy, there’s got to be some way turning you back into....” I began. He grabbed the front of my shirt and hauled me into the air. He held me there as if I was a rag doll. He pulled me close to his face. “I told you.” he said very intently, “Jeremy’s dead. I will not give up what I am now.” He flexed his massive muscles to drive home the point. “I will enjoy bringing you into the Brotherhood, Erik Gundarssen.” “Gundarssen?” Oleg said for the first time since Jeremy’s change, “The Kinsman?” “What?” both Jake and I said. “Rouse Ivar!” Oleg shouted, “The Kinsman is here!” Oleg grabbed Jake by the arm and led us to a curtained off doorway. Jake had seemed to have forgotten that he was holding me in the air. One of the muscle mammoths ducked into the curtained doorway. I could hear his excited whispers. “Your Greatness.” I overheard; “We can summon the Lord and Master now!” “You haven’t Initiated him yet, have you?” replied a very powerful voice. “No, Your Greatness.” was the answer. The muscle mammoths came back out into the room. All of the muscle mammoths turned towards the curtain. They waited expectantly, even Jake. I knew somehow that my life was taking an even stranger turn that before. The curtain was pulled back. The colossus that step out into the room was so massively muscled that the Jake and the other muscle mammoths almost appeared normal. He looked at me dangling from Jake’s hand. “Erik?” he said in a shocked tone, “Erik, my brother, you have returned to me.” “What?!” I replied. “For two millennia, I’ve waited for you, Erik, to return.” he said, “When I helped you to flee, oh so long ago, it was for the love that we had for each. Magni has shown me an even greater love we could have shared.” “I have no idea what you’re babbling about.” I said. “Ah. The form and spirit are there but the memories hide.” he said, “You my young sibling are the reincarnation of my birth brother. The men around you are also my brothers and sons. Soon, you shall be my brother once more.” “I don’t want to be your ‘brother’.” I said, “Turn Jeremy back into the man he was and we’ll leave you to your fun.” “I’m sorry, Erik, but this is your destiny.” he, Ivar, said, “As for your friend, once a man has been touched by Magni, he is forever changed. But if seeing him in his True form upsets you...” “Do I have to?” Jake asked plaintively. “Yes.” Ivar answered. Jake sighed. He began working the golden cockring off from around his cock and balls. When he had the cockring off, he began to shrink. In a few moments, Jake was back to being Jeremy. I walked over to him. “Come on, Jeremy. We’re getting out of here.” I said to Jake. “Sorry, Erik. I’m still Jake.” he replied, “We revert back to these puny forms so we scare the unbelievers. I belong here, now.” “You can’t even try to go back to the way you were?” I asked feeling like Jeremy had just died. “Erik, that person doesn’t exist anymore. I can remember everything about him but there isn’t anyway I can be him again.” Jake answered. He worked the golden cockring back on. He, then, began to jack off. With each stroke, he began to expand. He started stroking faster and his muscles swelled faster and more massive. In seconds, he was Jake the muscle mammoth once more. He stepped over to me and placed his hands gently on my shoulders. “I’m sorry, Erik.” he said as he spun me around and then wrapped his arms around me, “But you’ll understand soon.” I was trapped in Jake’s powerful arms. I couldn’t break free. Ivar walked over to us. As he began to remove a cockring from around his own cock, I noticed that he was wearing two cockrings. He soon had one free and held it up to me. “This was to be yours, my brother, before the Brotherhood fell. Magni has made me wear it until now. It is time for you to wear your ring and join us.” Ivar announced as pulled open my pants. Jake’s huge arms held me tightly against his massive chest, I couldn’t evade Ivar’s seeking hands. Ivar quickly slipped the cockring on me. Jake set me on the floor and Ivar grabbed my shoulders. Jake grabbed my pants and ripped them off me. Ivar pulled me forward as Jake grabbed my hips. I felt Jake’s soccer ball sized cockhead press against my ass. I knew, now, that Jeremy was really gone and Jake was going to fuck me and enjoy it.
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