Back in His Prime

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Jay Cutler rolled his eyes when he saw the name PJ BRAUN flashing across his phone’s screen. “For fuck’s sake, PJ, give it a rest,” he muttered as he picked up the phone. “Yeah?” he said, with no attempt to hide his annoyance.

“You Jay! It’s your boy PJ!” the man on the other end said confidently. Jay just shook his head.

“‘My boy,’ hunh?” Jay said. “Look, PJ, unlike you I’ve got a lot going on today… so if you’re just gonna pitch that ‘fountain of youth’ bullshit to me, how about send it to me in an email and I’ll get to it when I get to it?”

PJ chuckled. “Jay, I’ll do you one better. I’m actually pulling up on your house… right now… with a few friends.”

Jay clenched a fist and gritted his teeth. “PJ, I’m not okay with you coming to my house unannounced like this. And bringing people? What’s gotten into you? I don’t have time for this shit!”

“Give me five minutes,” PJ assured him. “Five minutes and if you’re not interested then, I’ll be out of your life for good.”

Jay shook his head. “Starting the clock now, PJ. I’d hurry up if I were you.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Jay muttered to himself as he lifted his big body out of his chair and lumbered for the door. PJ strode through the front door as if he were a welcomed guest. Jay took a moment to reflect on how stupid PJ’s mohawk looked--Act your age, asshole, he thought--but tapped his watch to remind the bodybuilder-turned-businessman of their deal.

“So you remember what I told you before, about this new genetic breakthrough?” PJ began.

“Yeah, something about reversing cellular decay, revitalizing people to their prime…” Jay began. “And if you recall, when I asked if you had any science to back up these claims, you got REALLY quiet.”

PJ shrugged, the smug grin never leaving his face. “Well, to be honest, I haven’t seen the science. I’ve just seen what this miracle drug can do. You want me to show you?”

“Clock’s ticking,” Jay urged as PJ texted someone.

The doorbell rang and PJ hustled past Jay to the former Olympian’s own front door. Jay crossed his big arms and started tapping his foot.

“Jay, let me present to you…” PJ opened the door. “The amazing Lee Priest.”

Jay’s mouth dropped open as Lee Priest walked through the door, looking no older than 25, seemingly snatched out of the past when Lee was at his physical peak. Jay had seen Lee at a guest pose just six months before and, while he had still maintained some muscle, his physique had degraded with age. But the man in Jay’s foray at that moment looked exactly as he had in Flex Magazine issues in the early 90s. Jay shook his head in disbelief.

“What, did you hire an… actor or something?” Jay asked.

“No, Jay, it’s me,” the Australian bodybuilder said, flashing a youthful smile.

“Last time I saw you, your face was covered in tattoos,” Jay countered.

“I can handle that one,” PJ interjected. “See, the drug features nanotechnology that analyzes and isolates your genetic peak. Lee’s physical apex was when he was younger, pre-tattoos, so as the drug got to work on a cellular level, his facial skin regenerated with no ink.”

Jay shook his head. PJ gestured at Lee, who stripped off his tank top and hit a front double biceps pose. “C’mon, Jay,” Lee urged the big blonde. “You can’t say you don’t recognize these guns? Not even you’ve ever had guns better than these.”

Jay was dumbfounded. He had nothing to say. PJ hit send on a text, then returned to the front door. He threw it open and Dorian Yates waltzed in wearing a hoodie and some baggie shorts.

“No fucking way,” Jay said, taking a step toward the new guest in his house. He had run into Dorian at a number of fitness expos. The British former Mr. Olympia, as of late, had nothing more than an average build, constantly pushing the importance of THC supplementation when he wasn’t out in the desert on a peyote trip.

But this man before him looked massive, even in his hoodie. The solemn-faced Brit gave a head-nod his way, but Jay still didn’t buy all this.

“This is a trick,” Jay said. “You hired actors, PJ. This shit ain’t possible.”

“You think an actor could match DORIAN YATES’ physique?” PJ asked. As if on cue, the British man stripped off his hoodie, revealing all of the mind-blowing bulk that made him the greatest bodybuilder in the world for a decade.

Jay was silent, desperately trying to figure out how this was happening. If he’d learned that PJ had brought these men here in a time machine, hand-picked at the top of their careers, it would have been a more feasible explanation than what was being pitched. “You look younger than your son!” Jay blurted out.

“Well, spiritually, I’m the same age I always was,” Dorian said, hitting a massive lat spread that made him look too wide to fit through the door. “But physically, yes, I guess I do look younger than my boy.”

“And there’s no way you’ll be able to deny this one,” PJ said, once again opening Jay’s front door. A massive black man ducked just to fit through the door, sauntering confidently into Jay’s home.

“You miss me, blondie?” Ronnie Coleman said, sticking out his tongue and making his enormous pecs bounce.

Jay couldn’t believe his eyes. This was the greatest rival of his career, and there he stood before Jay looking exactly as he had years before when they met on the Olympia stage. Meanwhile Jay, while still large and built, was definitely showing his age in comparison to the way he’d looked back when he last faced Ronnie in a competition.

“Look at you!” Ronnie said as he tore his t-shirt and tossed the shredded garment at Jay, who swatted it away. “Man, you’re looking a little tired there, champ. You getting enough water? Sleeping enough?”

Jay’s eyes went wide as he saw the titanic physique of Ronnie Coleman at its physical peak, bulging with so much mass even Dorian and Lee looked impressed and intimidated.

“You don’t think we could find an exact Ronnie Coleman imposter, do you?” PJ said. “You think I’d be wasting your time trying to sell you snake oil when I could be putting my energy into representing the NEXT Ronnie Coleman?”

“Wait, why are you trying to sell me on this?” Jay said, unable to accept this situation yet. He looked at PJ, who looked over-the-hill next to these other bodybuilders who were, at least chronologically, a decade or more older.

PJ smiled. “You think we can just zap a bunch of bodybuilders back to their youth and have it be no big deal? This drug isn’t exactly FDA approved. Imagine what would happen to the world if people realized there was a way to stay young forever. Nah, all these guys have to go into hiding for a bit. Keep a low-profile, stay off social media, no pics to escape to the media… that is, until enough of them have taken the drug. Then we start our own bodybuilding league with the most amazing champions who ever lived. In no time every bodybuilder alive will be busting their asses to get their hands on this stuff… and if you’re an investor, we’ll all be millionaires.”

“Why haven’t you taken the drug yet?” Jay asked.

“Because I have a business to run,” PJ said. “I can’t go into hiding--not without a good assistant to take over things. But you, you can keep running your business in private. I’m far too hands-on. Too much of my business’ promotion relies on me being visible and accessible. As soon as I have someone in line to take over my affairs, I’m getting this drug and jabbing myself with that needle so fucking fast. I can’t wait to be back at my prime again.”

Jay was literally salivating. He took a deep breath and glanced at the three bodybuilding legends in his house. “So do we just… never age?”

PJ smiled. “Not the way you normally think, but your body will progress. All these guys may be at their peaks now, but they can keep working and advance far beyond what was ever physically possible before. I just got off the phone with Antoine Vaillant, who’s technically at his physical peak right now. He wanted to know why we’d make him younger if he’d lose all his progress? But if we revitalize his cells and lock them at that point, he’ll be able to apply all his bodybuilding experience and knowledge to his younger body, without the threat of aging or injury.”

Jay was sold. He tried not to look to eager as he asked, “Well… can I… how much are we talking?”

“5 million,” PJ said. “But how about this. I’ll give you the drug now, and in a week if you’re not satisfied with the results, you don’t owe me a penny.”

“This seems a little too good to be true,” Jay said as PJ produced a small locked case and a contract.

“Look around,” PJ said, gesturing at the bodybuilding legends in their midst. “And ask yourself, do you want to be remembered as one of the greatest bodybuilders of all time, or do you want to be forgotten when these guys dominate bodybuilding for the next hundred years?”

Jay signed the contract without even reading it. PJ smiled as he unlocked the case and produced a hypo-gun filled with pink fluid.

“Yeah, buddy! Get that good stuff!” Ronnie said, giving Jay a forceful shove.

“I always did want to face off with you on stage,” Dorian said. “Now we get the chance.”

“I can’t wait to beat you,” Lee said with a wink. “Lee Priest takes down the great Jay Cutler. What a thrill that’s going to be!”

Jay flexed his bicep. “Give it to me right here.”

“Thattaboy!” PJ cheered, advancing on Jay with a wild look in his eye.

The hypo-gun gave Jay a sharp pinch, then the contents of its chambered emptied into Jay’s body.

“How long does it take to…” Jay began, but the changes had already started. He felt a tingling throughout his body, then looked down to watch his already large muscles filling out even more and getting harder. His t-shirt looked tighter, then uncomfortably stuffed before it shredded down the back. The other bodybuilders cheered as Jay hulked out of the tee, tossing the shreds aside.

His face softened as the years melted away from him. He looked around for a mirror, but PJ had already produced one. He saw the reflection of a bodybuilder no older than 30. And his body felt healthy… and huge! God, he had forgotten how massive he used to be. He patted down his muscles, reveling in their full roundness and their density. When he stomped his foot down and wobbled his quad, the other bodybuilders present marveled at him.

“How are you feeling?” PJ said.

“Fucking… incredible…” Jay said, his voice barely a whisper, still totally enraptured by having instantly reclaimed the most impressive physique of his life.

“Good. Why don’t you have a seat,” PJ said, sliding his chair over to the massive blonde beast.

Jay had a seat immediately. He blinked in surprise that he had acted so quickly without even thinking about it. “Wait, I feel… weird…” he began.

“Jay, raise your right hand,” PJ said. The other bodybuilders grinned wildly, moving in to surround him. Jay did exactly as was asked, raising his right hand. Try as he might, he couldn’t put it down, like his body was on auto-pilot.

“Jay, tell us all what a sissy little bitch you are,” PJ said.

“I’m a sissy little bitch,” Jay said. He was shocked as the words came out of his mouth. He hadn’t wanted to say that! He tried to speak up, but his mouth was unresponsive. He could only look around, bewildered, his breathing quickening as he realized he was suddenly powerless, unable to resist PJ’s commands.

“Make him finger his asshole!” Ronnie said, licking his lips.

“I’d love to see that big bitch’s pretty blonde head bouncing on my dick,” Lee said, clapping his hands together.

“Have him grab his ankles. I’m gonna have to deflower that ass--one Olympian to another,” Dorian said, stepping forward.

“All of you, go stand against the wall and shut the fuck up,” PJ said. The three legends hustled to the wall and placed their heads against it, falling silent.

The front door opened a final time and in walked a silver-haired man. Next to all of these massive bodybuilders, the man looked diminutive and feeble, but he strode past them without batting an eye and approached PJ.

“Did we procure our subject?” the old man said in a scratchy voice.

“Sure did, Gio. He’s just now realizing that he may have made the wrong decision,” PJ said, snapping his fingers in front of Jay’s dazed glare.

Gio knocked his fist on big Jay’s forehead. “He’s pretty,” he aid, walking around the beast. “Stand up.” Jay did as he was told. Gio ran a finger along Jay’s inner thigh, then squeezed his pecs like he was assessing melons. “Oh yes, this may be our best one. Fit him with his protector and get him on the truck with the others. We still have to get that Canadian fellow, right?”

PJ nodded. “He just agreed to a demonstration. One shot, and big 300 pound Antoine Vaillant will be his 25 year old pretty boy self, and completely subservient, too.” As PJ said this, he yanked down Jay’s shorts. The massive blonde man did nothing to stop PJ as he produced a metal cage, sliding Jay’s big, flaccid cock inside. Jay’s manhood seemed to shrivel as soon as the cage was applied. PJ locked it with a key. Jay wanted to cry out, realizing that his cock and balls were now sealed away, but he could only do what he was told.

*

Jay stood on stage with the others. He shivered in the cold air. He was used to being onstage with nearly nothing on, but now he didn’t even have posing trunks. He looked down at his massive, Olympia-level physique, sighing as his gaze fell to the little locked-up penis between his gargantuan legs. It seemed that the longer he had the cage on, the smaller his dick got.

Gio walked up to the stage, the old man snapping his fingers and ordering the bodybuilders to get in a line. Lee Priest was first. Gio produced a purple pill and ordered Lee to swallow it. He did as he was told. Gio continued down the line, administering the drug to Antoine Vaillant, who stood to Jay’s right, then to Jay himself.

“My, how the mighty have fallen,” Gio said to PJ, who stood to Jay’s left, physically regressed to his late 20s and locked up like every other massive man on the stage. PJ said nothing, swallowing the pill as it was given to him although the sad look on his face gave away his deep hopelessness.

Jay wanted to ask what the pill was going to do, but he didn’t have to wait long to find out. Antoine was the first to react. The big Canadian coughed, then grimaced as some sort of change overtook him. His supremely built physique started to sag toward the floor as if he had grown too heavy for his legs to support him. As he struggled against his increasing gravity, he let out a loud, guttural, “WOOF.”

Antoine looked as surprised as anyone else as he found himself on all fours. He tried to stand but his legs didn’t seem to want to function like that anymore. Moments later, all humanity seemed to have drained from Antoine’s mind. The huge, barely-clad bodybuilder started bounding around the stage like he was a dopey St. Bernard. He paused in front of Jay, sniffing the blonde man’s caged cock, before lifting himself up as much as he could and humping Jay’s knee.

“There we go,” Gio said. “Embrace your fate. You are men no more… just obedient mutts.”

Jay panicked as he felt himself sinking to the floor. He saw a confused Dorian barking at nothing, seemingly shocked that he wasn’t able to speak up. Lee was on his enormous back, rolling around and kicking his beefy limps as he growled and drooled. Even PJ had undergone the change, lifting up his leg to pee before running up behind Antoine and sniffing his butt.

Jay tried to fight what was happening to him as he was overwhelmed by wild urges. “I’m a man,” he thought to himself, knowing that if Gio uttered a single command, he would be helpless to obey. “I’m a man!” But it was no use. A moment before his “paws” touched the floor, he felt a massive weight topple into him. Jay rolled around, shocked, before realizing that Ronnie, now possessed by a dog’s personality, was humping him… hard. Jay yelped and barked, freaking out that the words he was trying to speak were coming out that way. But Ronnie just licked his face with a thick tongue and kept humping.

The black titan’s caged cock couldn’t do anything of course, but soon Jay found himself leaning into the pure pleasure of the act. He found himself dropping his massive chest to the floor as he arched his big back to give Ronnie better access to his hole. Just the caged dick rubbing up against his hole was enough to make Jay paw at the ground and pant wildly.

The chaos continued until Gio walked out, snapping a collar around each of the men’s muscled necks. Deep down, Jay knew he was a man, but he couldn’t remember what men used to do. He recoiled internally when he tackled PJ and started to lick the overturned musclepup’s caged dick (causing PJ’s big legs to kick), but his heart pounded as his simplified brain was inundated with pleasure hormones.

With collars attached, leashing the men was easy, and they were all yanked away from their puppylike playtime to individual cages. Jay’s heart sank as he climbed into the crate, turning around several times before deciding he had a good place to sit. He peared through the lattice bars of his cage as two men approached it.

It took some effort for them to lift the cage with Jay Cutler at his biggest inside, but after a struggle they got it moved out to the stage. This time, there was an audience there. Jay panicked as he saw men bidding--on him! He whimpered when a fat old man finally won. Jay looked back at the other caged bodybuilders sadly, whimpering as he was wheeled away from them and put into the back of a van. Before slamming the door shut, the fat man stuck a pudgy finger into Jay’s cage. The dumb dog-brained man licked it and wiggled his massive glutes.

“Oh, you’re going to make a GOOD pet,” he said, licking his lips. Deep down, the man that Jay used to be screamed at the situation he was trapped in, but the now dominant dog personality couldn’t wait to get out of the cage to play.