The Proposal

The two athletically built men sat across the bed from each other, bathed in candlelight, without a sound. Theron was the first one to move, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. That was his opening move; Brynt would have to take the next step, or this wasn’t going anywhere.

Brynt just smirked. “It’s funny,” he said, reaching out and squeezing Theron’s left bicep. “It’s like, you’re not even that much smaller than me.”

Theron exhaled through his nose, brow furrowed, trying not to catch a glimpse of his body in the mirror. He didn’t want to see what he was about to lose. “Let’s just get it over with,” Theron said.

Brynt started laughing, big hearty guffaws that made his pecs bounce.

“...the fuck? What’s so fucking funny?” Theron said, indignant.

“It’s just… you’re so pissed…” Brynt said, giving Theron a rough shove that sent him into the wall. “I’m sorry, don’t know my own strength,” Brynt said, shrugging his big shoulders. “But anyway, you’re so mad right now, but look how hard your dick is!”

Theron blushed as he realized it was true; his jeans were tented out hard. He couldn’t help it. All the times he’d fantasized about big Brynt Sheridan, star player on his dad’s team… and now here he was, filling Theron’s bedroom with his incredible stink. And because of the deal they’d made, Theron’s dream was about to come true.

Brynt closed the gap between them on the bed, patting the area next to him for Theron to join him. “So, like, your dad isn’t gonna be outside, like, listening, is he?” he asked.

Theron reluctantly scooted closer and gasped as Brynt threw a beefy arm around him, pulling him closer. “I… don’t know. Who the fuck knows what he’s thinking lately.”

“God, you’re pretty thick,” Brynt said, grabbing a handful of Theron’s pec and giving it a squeeze. Despite his indignance, Theron felt his resistance melt away. “Why didn’t you ever play football?”

“I-I did, when I was little,” Theron said, feeling beads of sweat trickling down his face as Brynt pulled him closer. “But as I got older, it was like… football 24/7. I mean, my dad’s the uber-coach. Quitting football was the only little piece of an identity I could carve out for myself. But he made me train. Powerlifting when I was 14… he gave me steroids when I was 16.”

They were both silent a moment, interrupted when Brynt said, “Fucking champion,” at the same time Theron said, “Fucking psychopath.”

“I wish I’d had a dad like that,” Brynt said, pulling up his shirt. He grabbed Theron’s hand and placed it on his abs. Theron’s breath caught as soon as his hand touched the cobbled muscles. Brynt guided the hand up to his pecs and left it there. Theron basked in the warmth coming off the huge muscles. “Although, I guess I technically do, now. We’re married now, right?”

Theron almost lost himself in the sensation of Brynt’s dense muscles. He’d felt his own hard body before, but the feeling of someone else’s warm bulging mass like that… firm but squishy until flexed, when it became rock hard… good god, it was amazing! It suddenly dawned on him that he could indulge in Theron’s big beautiful body whenever he wanted from now on.

All he had to do was submit.

*

Weeks before.

Theron stared at the USB drive in his hand, wondering if he should just toss it in the toilet and move on with his day. On the one hand, his dad had never been shy about invading Theron’s privacy; why should Theron respect his? Whatever was on that drive was important enough to be locked in his father’s safe (the one he thought Theron didn’t know about, behind a painting of his 2011 champion team dumping Gatorade on him after their epic win).

“Fuck this,” Theron said. “I should just move out, tell dad to go fuck himself, pay for college myself.” He set the USB drive aside. All of his father’s strange mood swings lately, all the whispering into his phone, and the fact that he was leaving the house nearly every night after midnight and sneaking in before sunrise… If his father was up to something, who cared?

Theron just couldn’t shake the idea that it had something to do with him.

With a deep breath, he popped the USB drive into his laptop. Of course it was password protected, but his father had only a small handful of passwords, all related to his winningest moments in his football career. Theron cracked it in two.

His eyes went wide as he clicked through the documents stored there. Many of them were in another language, one Google Translate couldn’t even identify. Aside from the inscrutable files, however, there were a number of documents outlining a “plan”--a ten year career goal for Brynt Sheridan, captain of his father’s football team. He could see Brynt’s medical history, his DNA test results, pictures of him throughout his athletic career.

For a moment, Theron wondered if his dad was gay. What a creepy thing to share with your dad, Theron thought, flashing to the few photos of Brynt he had hidden in his own private porn files.

Then he found the marriage license.

He was shocked, when he barged into his father’s home office, to find Brynt and his father sitting there together, both of them smiling.

“I have to admit,” Theron’s father said, running his thumb across his thick, greying moustache, “this isn’t how I’d wanted to deliver the news to you. And don’t think we’re not going to have a discussion about you breaking into my personal things.” Theron’s father, known to nearly everyone else as Coach Graydon, squared his broad shoulders and put his hands on his hips. His firm gut stuck out prominently, and he snorted as he ran his tongue along his teeth. He started slowly pacing the room, dividing it into two halves where each of the 22-year old men, his son and his star player, watched him.

“What I’ve given you, son,” Coach Graydon said to Theron, putting a thick hand on his shoulder, “is a lifetime of support, all the advantages any athlete could have wanted, and even my own genetics…” Coach smirked and bounced his beefy pecs within his polo.

“For real, man!” Brynt interjected. “I’d have killed to have a powerhouse dad who could strength train me when I was a kid!”

Coach rolled his eyes and lightly slapped Brynt’s head, messing up the football star’s nicely coiffed blonde hair. “Now’s not the time for you to talk.” Brynt held up his hands in resignation and Coach continued. “Anyway, despite all the gifts I’d given you, you rejected the life I wanted for you–which I’m fine with, honestly. I love you no matter what.”

Theron shook the USB drive furiously. “This–THIS doesn’t look like love, dad! You want me to get married to Theron? I don’t get… I don’t get why?!”

Coach smiled confidently. “It’s… a little complicated. See, despite all your resistance, you still ended up built like one of my linebackers! Look at all that size.” It was true; Brynt was thickly built, a stunning specimen of muscularity. “Sure, Brynt may be bigger, and he’s got some fine details that over a decade of football honed into his physique, but Theron–you could win a bodybuilding competition in six months if you really wanted it. And for what? You don’t want to do anything with it!”

“I mean, I hope he’s using it to get laid, at least,” Brynt said. A stern glare from Coach made the football star quiet down.

“So what we’re doing is a little unorthodox,” Coach said. “We’re going to be invoking something VERY old–something that’s been in our family for generations, son, but ignored for centuries. See, there’s some old magic in our blood from way back, and there’s a way I can transfer your gifts to Brynt, literally. He’ll get all that size I put on your frame, all that strength, all that potential you’re squandering. He’ll be the most impressive athlete on the planet.”

Theron stared blankly. How could this sound any more insane? “What… what do I get out of it?”

“You get Brynt as your husband,” Coach explained.

Oh. That’s how.

“It’s part of the spell. If you’re married, I can give him your power. And he’ll have to stay married to you, too. Cheating on you or getting a divorce nullifies the whole thing.” Coach shot a stern glance at Brynt, who shrugged.

“I can't believe this, Dad. A marriage contract?” Theron shook the USB drive again. “And I would, what? Give up my size? All to that douchebag over there–” Despite the dig, Brynt winked at him. “All because he is closer to the son you never had. You want him to be your son that badly?”

Coach shrugged. “He’s got talent. He could go pro in anything he wanted, son. With your gifts, he will, absolutely. And don’t forget, I’m giving you an incredible husband! Don’t think I’m not aware of the pics of him you have on your laptop. You’re not the only one who snoops in this household.”

Theron sneered back. He threw the USB drive at the wall. It arced back. Brynt caught it in midair.

“I’m thinking of both of your futures here, Theron,” Coach said, his face softening. “Honestly, Brynt’s close to his peak as it is, and he’s pretty close to failing out of college. And you, you don’t seriously think you’ll be able to support yourself as a penis?”

“PIANIST,” Theron corrected. “And don’t think I don’t know you mispronounce that on purpose. Dammit, you’ve never once supported anything I care about.”

“Look, I’ve never held it against you that you don’t want to play sports, as disappointed as I was,” Coach continued. “And I’ve never held it against you that you’re a f–er… that you’re gay. I think arranging for you to be taken care of by the man of your dreams is pretty progressive!”

“Look bruh, this isn’t fun for me either,” Brynt said, leaning back in his chair, his bulk causing the chair’s legs to creak. “I mean, we’ve got to consummate the marriage for the spell to work. I’ve been around dudes’ dicks in locker rooms for years and not one of them has ever given mine even a little wiggle. But Coach got us some viagra to make it work, thankfully.”

Coach slapped Brynt again. “You are not helping here.”

“Look, Theron, I was planning on you finding this all out differently,” Coach said in a suddenly warm voice. “You’re angry. I’m angry. And Brynt isn’t exactly the most eloquent person to have on hand in a conversation like this. Take some time. Think about it. I’ll give you all the time you need.”

“We do have to do it before the new moon, though, which is like… two weeks from now?” Brynt said.

Theron stomped out of the room.

Days later, still not ready to face his father in person, Theron sent him a text. “I’ve got a clause I want to add to this spell of yours.”

*

Brynt had stripped off his sweatshirt to reveal a tank top underneath. He winked at Theron and bounced his biceps. “C’mon, bro. Thanks to your little alterations to the spell, I’ll be as into this as you are by the time it’s over.”

Theron had been waiting to feel some sort of magic ever since the awkward ceremony his father had performed in their living room, but he felt nothing–his tingling skin was VERY organic, just a result of his proximity to the man of his dreams. Brynt waved a hand beneath his own armpits, wafting his own scent in Theron’s direction.

“Fuck, man. It’s hot in here. Starting to really stink…” Brynt licked his lips. He ran a hand along his flawless jawline. “C’mon, buddy. Get over here. Make me your huge, horny husband.”

Despite himself, Theron couldn’t resist. He crawled forward, burying his face in Brynt’s musclepit. It was so smooth, just like the rest of the big brute. He buried his nose in there, desperate to breathe that delicious musky stink. He tried to get his tongue in the crevice formed by Brynt’s thick pec, huge deltoid and massive arm. God, there was so much heat coming off this big beast!

“Thattaboy, get in there,” Brynt said, one thick hand gently grasping the back of Theron’s head, guiding him in. “You like big arms, buddy? Taste mine.” He flexed his biceps and gently rubbed the peak across Theron’s face. Theron couldn’t help himself; so many nights he’d fantasized about just this, and now he was getting to live out his fantasies. The circumstances of the moment didn’t matter anymore.

“Fuck, look at these big lats of yours!” Brynt said, clapping a big hand over Theron’s respectably thick back muscles. “Your cock is big too,” he said, rubbing his knee along the boner in Theron’s pants. “Let me see that big boy.”

Theron paused, then remembered what he’d required of his father to agree to this spell.

“Brynt has to be gay–100% fully gay, to the core, and in love with me, period.”

“Soon as the spell is finished, son, he will be.”

Theron stripped off his pants and boxer shorts in a hurry, revealing his own muscular physique to Brynt–his husband, he reminded himself–who smiled at him.

“Fuck,” he said. “I think it’s working. You look… good. Like, REALLY good. Rugged fucker, aren’t you?”

With renewed confidence, Theron leapt forward and kissed Brynt, desperately pressing his body into the bigger pile of muscles before them. Brynt had barely unzipped his jeans, letting loose his own big cock, before the two started rubbing cocks together, taking turns licking each other’s arms.

Brynt’s pecs swelled up in one big burst, a pillow of muscle that expanded beneath Theron. They both gasped at the sudden change. Brynt’s tank top was now stretched to its limit, splitting down the seams. Before either could react to the change, Brynt’s lower body blew up to catch up with his mammoth torso, splitting his pants to shreds. Theron’s eyes went wide as he watched Brynt’s big cock getting longer and thicker before his eyes, his balls swelling to huge lemons.

“Holy fuuuuu–” Theron paused as his voice suddenly rose in pitch. “What th–” He could barely get a word out now that his voice was so much higher pitched. He hated how it sounded!

“You sound cute!” Brynt said, tapping Theron on his nose. He looked down and flexed, his shirt reducing to shreds that fell away. With another flex he did the same to his pants, discarding the scraps of clothing, unveiling his massive new form to Theron.

Theron braced himself as Brynt seemed to be going through another growth spurt, but as a chill fell over his body he realized it was actually that he was shrinking. He looked down to see all of his muscle had been waning as Brynt grew. He didn’t recognize the body he had now–still shrinking, as it were–but it made Brynt’s body seem all the more massive, a thought that, despite his shock, was incredibly thrilling.

“Look at that cute little dick of yours,” Brynt boomed, his voice much deeper now. As Brynt’s cock had grown, Theron’s had shrunk. He was shocked that he hadn’t realized how small it had gotten; all he felt was his own rock-hard, throbbing boner! Had he closed his eyes, he would have imagined he still had his own 9-incher, but now it was closer to 3.

“You look… fucking amazing…” Brynt growled. As he sat up, Theron felt like the whole room was shifting. He slid down Brynt’s bulging torso, landing on his lap, straddling the bobbing monster Brynt’s own cock had swollen into. Theron was hyperstimulated at this point, now staring up at a massive shelf of pecs with Brynt’s grinning face over it. Beneath him were Brynt’s huge, rippling quads. A huge hand reached down and stroked Theron’s body; he shuddered at the contact.

In a shockingly fast move for a man his size, Brynt suddenly stood and tossed Theron down on the bed. Theron bounced, his eyes wide at the mountain of muscle Brynt had swollen into; he seemed to have doubled every dimension. “Lemme see that cute little booty,” Brynt said, flipping Theron over with one hand. Theron melted into the mattress when Brynt grabbed his big cheeks and squeezed–shockingly, it seemed none of his ass had shrunk while the rest of him had diminished. “I got to add a line to the spell too. I told Coach Dad that I wanted you to keep that big bouncy butt of yours.”

Brynt buried his face between Theron’s pillows; the smaller man thought he might die from joy. Fireworks went off in his head as Brynt’s huge tongue dug deeper and deeper, reaching for an itch Theron hadn’t noticed until then but now couldn’t stop thinking about. “Oh, fuck, please–” Theron squealed. A big hand shoved his face into the mattress.

“Quiet down, little guy. Big man has some needs he needs to tend to…” Brynt stepped back, leaving Theron writhing, face down, on the bed. Suddenly, his big foot came down on Theron’s back. “Look how fucking big my foot is now,” he roared. “Look how small you are compared to it.”

Theron could only moan into the bed as the pressure increased. Brynt had to weigh nearly 400 pounds now; he wouldn’t put all of his weight into his new husband, would he? It would crush him! He felt so helpless to this giant man, so humiliated that he was so fragile now.

“Sit up,” Brynt ordered. Theron did as he was told. With a twitch of his hips, Brynt’s big cock slapped across Theron’s face. He laughed as Theron held his cheek, shocked. “You like that? You like your husband’s big new cock? Fuck, it’s huge… I think I want to christen my new husband with this nice new fuckstick…” He wielded the big dong like it was a sword, touching it on each of Theron’s shoulders. “I dub thee, my new little cockslave…” he said. “Fuck, I can barely see you past these fucking pecs!” He flexed the massive melon-sized muscles to illustrate that fact.

Without being told, Theron had already grabbed the thick, 14-inch cock with both hands, licking around the edge of it.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby… use that pretty mouth…”

Theron had been with many guys before, but he’d always been the alpha, the bigger man, the top every time. His instincts as a bottom kicked in exactly as Brynt had requested.

“You gotta make sure I’m not, like, a bottom bitch when I gay out or whatever,” Brynt had said as Coach traced ancient symbols into the air. “Gotta keep my top dog energy if I’m going to be a successful athlete.”

“Ready, little guy?” Brynt said. That was all it took for Theron to throw his legs back–a shocking display of flexibility that hadn’t been possible when he’d been bigger and bulkier–producing his eager hole for his husband. “That’s it, buddy,” Brynt said, squeezing some lube from a bottle on the nightstand into his hands. All it took was one slippery thumb to grease up Theron’s hole, and the little guy went wild as he did it.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he cried out, too lost in ecstasy to be ashamed of his high-pitched, shrimpy voice. “Fuck… yeah…” He thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head as Brynt slid in. Nearly halfway in, Theron opened his mouth to protest that he couldn’t take anymore. Before he could say a word, Brynt kept pushing, proving him wrong.

“FUck… god, you’re like… a warm fuck sleeve,” Brynt said when he had gone up to the hilt. Brynt had cum twice as his husband had slid into him, and now, feeling stuffed so full… he never wanted it to end.

But instead of beginning a thrust, Brynt just stood up. Theron came with him, skewered on his cock. “That’s right, baby,” Brynt said, stomping his massive form over to a mirror where he stood. He flexed his groin and Theron bobbed up and down on his cock. “You’re like my little cock ornament,” Brynt chuckled as he reached out and ruffled Theron’s hair. “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, running rough hands over Theron’s smooth pecs and diminished little waist. “You think this counts as consummating our marriage?”

Theron was far too overwhelmed to respond, but his dick did it for him, firing out a tiny dollop of cum that spattered across the mirror.

*

Theron’s first instinct was to grab the 35 pound dumbbells for a warm-up, but he laughed as his slender fingers curled around the handle. It had been a year since he’d become Mr. Theron Sheridan, and there were still days he remembered having the bulky body his father had forced on him.

He grabbed the 8 pound dumbbells and did some curls, ashamed that he was a little winded from only a few reps. He grabbed the tens and had a seat on the bench, determined to go up in weight, despite the fact that the magic he’d agreed to had frozen his form at this size, passing all of his potential for building muscle onto his husband.

“I was using that,” barked a deep voice. Theron turned and saw a much bigger man approaching furiously.

“Sorry, I… I was just…” Brynt hopped off, wiping the seat with his towel, starting to scurry away.

“Fucking newbies. Bro, this is a REAL man’s gym y’know. Go cruise for dudes somewhere else.”

Theron’s body relaxed as a huge shadow fell over them. He could almost feel the tremors in the ground as Brynt approached, all 6’6” and 450 pounds of him.

“You got a problem with my husband, bro?” Brynt boomed. He was wearing purple spandex, skin-tight and barely enough to cover his groin and a few inches of his thighs. His stringer tank top barely covered his nipples and nothing else. He looked like a meteor of muscle, tanned and shredded. One pec flexed gently, but the size of it made the movement seem threatening. The gym bully, jaw dropped open, started to back away.

“No, I, uh… aren’t you BryntBrute? From Instagram?” the bully stammered. Brynt smiled, cocking his head to the side (as much as his giant traps would allow).

“Fuck yeah I am,” he said. “66 million followers, bitch. You wanna be famous? Honey, you wanna video this?” Brynt grabbed the bully by his weight belt and started curling him as if he were nothing.

“Are you one of the big guys here?” Brynt taunted as he easily curled the shocked man. “Ha. You used to be, at least. Now everyone’s going to see what a puny little shit you are.”

Theron recorded the whole incident, absolutely loving it. Having Brynt as his husband was like having a gorilla as a pet; once, when Theron and Brynt were kissing on a street corner, a guy at a red light called them faggots. Brynt just marched over there and flipped his car.

After tossing the bully aside and slapping him firmly on the ass, Brynt turned to Theron. “Baby, wanna ride these big guns?” he said. He bounced his 30-inch biceps, each one bigger than Theron’s head. “Bucking bronco style.”

“Don’t you have to do a guest pose?” Theron said. That was the reason they’d come to this gym; Brynt would sign autographs and take photos and they’d walk away with a hundred thousand dollars.

“Fuck,” Brynt said, adjusting his huge bulge in the ludcirously small spandex outfit he wore. “Guess I’ll have to wait to fuck you–but you’re gonna get it tonight!”

Later that night, when they were alone, Theron bounced his big ass on Brynt’s face as the gigantic man slurped voraciously at his crack. As Brynt rimmed him, Theron slid his dick between Brynt’s flexed pecs. It only took a few pumps for Theron to cum this way, but it made him feel like a big man for once–and made him forget all that he’d had to give up to make Brynt the strongest man in the world.

After he’d cum, Brynt ordered him to lick his pecs clean. Theron did as he told eagerly, knowing he was about to get fucked so hard he’d need Brynt to carry him the next day. Luckily, he knew his adoring husband would do exactly that.