Flexing for Rex

[6 word request: Cashmaster's worship session unknowingly with giant]

Evan took an Uber to the seedy Danbridge Suites motel and tipped the driver big; that night was going to be very lucrative for him. On his walk past the front office he nodded to Lex, the motel’s evening manager. Lex tossed back a friendly head nod. Evan rubbed his fingers together, miming the wad of cash he was going to grab from this visit. Lex just rolled his eyes. Evan had sessions at the rundown place at least twice a week for years. He even got invited to the motel’s staff Christmas party the year before.

“Bigstuff765” was in room 11, the same room Evan had visited for a nice strip-and-fondle session earlier that week. Evan, dressed in a sweatsuit, a knit cap, and dark shades, rapped on the door. He could hear “Bigstuff” straightening up in a hurry before running to the door. Evan stared down at a man who only came up to his nipples. He resisted the urge to smirk at the irony that had been roleplaying with him as a giant was barely five feet tall. The excited little guy eyed Evan’s body hungrily, obviously frustrated that he was so covered up.

Evan stepped in and offered a hand. “Great to finally meet you,” he said, giving the hand (which was dwarfed by his) a gentle squeeze. “Do you have a name you’d like to go by, or--”

“Marcus,” the little guy said, suddenly wincing. “Uh, er--just so you know, that’s not my real name.”

“Course it isn’t,” Evan said. Marcus offered him a plastic motel cup with some brown liquor in it, but Evan refused. “So, how do you want this all to go?”

“Oh, I’ve got the contract right here,” Marcus said, gesturing to the little table next to the bed. Evan flipped through what had to be a twenty page document.

“Thorough,” Evan said, flashing a smile. He hadn’t removed his sunglasses yet, so he felt free enough to roll his eyes.

“It’s a thing about my estate,” Marcus awkwardly explained. “It’s just, I can’t really dole out this kind of money without… you know… proper documentation.”

Just one hour of letting this little guy rub against Evan’s bulging, rock-hard 270 pound physique, and Evan would be half a million dollars richer. With this much money getting slung around, Evan couldn’t believe Marcus wouldn’t spring for a nicer place to have their session.

Evan signed the paperwork hastily. When he looked up, Marcus had an eyebrow raised. “Really? You don’t want to read the particulars?”

“I got the gist of it,” Evan said with a cocky smirk. He pulled of his sunglasses and tossed them on the bed. “I’ll get started when you’re ready, bud.”

Marcus shrugged and gathered up the contract. As he turned away, Evan eyed the plastic cup of booze on the table. This guy was half his size, and he was getting half a mill; while his policy was never to drink with these guys, he felt giddy at his sudden wealth and downed the cup. It was room temperature whiskey. Evan winced at its bite.

“So, what’s the deal, just like our roleplays?” Evan got started. For weeks the two of them had been pretending that Marcus was a giant, and that Evan was the little muscle midget alpha sent to tame him. Evan licked his lips and put a hand on Marcus’ shoulder with a wicked look in his eye.

“Oh, no, you won’t be roleplaying with me,” Marcus said. “We’ll be leaving soon.”

Leaving? Evan opened his mouth to question that when his head began to spin. He swayed on his feet, his sense of balance completely out of whack. As he started to topple, he turned himself just in time to fall against the bed before sliding down to the floor.

“You… drug… me…?” Evan said, raising a hand. Whatever it was had worked fast; he couldn’t even make a fist.

“It was all very clearly laid out in the contract,” Marcus said, standing over Evan as the bulky man’s vision began to blur. “I told you to read it.” Marcus’ voice echoed in Evan’s head as his consciousness slipped away.

*

Evan knew he was in a car before he opened his eyes. His head ached; he just wanted to SLEEP, but the bumpy road kept him from getting too comfortable.

Suddenly his eyes snapped open. His hands and feet were handcuffed together. He was in the back of some van. As he struggled to sit up, he saw Marcus in the front seat. They’d been driving so long the sky was starting to get light.

“You sonuvabitch--” Evan started, but just talking made his head throb. “Fuck, what the fuck did you give me…”

“The reason for the sedative was simply to make sure you didn’t remember the location we’re driving to,” Marcus said. “It was in the document that you signed, I might remind you.”

“You’re kidnapping me!” Evan protested.

“Not at all. You agreed to this when you signed the contract. You’re going to perform a short task, then I’m bringing you home, half a million richer.”

Evan blinked, then looked around. Why the fuck hadn’t he signed the document?

“No way did you get me out of that motel without someone seeing you,” Evan threatened. “I guarantee they’ve called the cops already!”

“The motel manager helped me move you,” Marcus said calmly. “You’re heavy as FUCK. He said you’re a nice guy but I slipped him a few thousand and he was on my side.”

“You realize I’m strong as fuck, right? I can break out of these cuffs easily,” Evan boasted, but as he wriggled, he realized he wasn’t so sure. He was cuffed pretty tightly, with no room to move.

“I’m going to unlock them in minutes anyway,” Marcus said. “We’re almost there. I don’t want him to know that you’re here under duress or that I’m paying you. I want you to make him feel like he’s in control, got it?”

“Who’s ‘he’?” Evan demanded as Marcus finally pulled over in a clearing. They were far from the city, somewhere in the mountains. Evan heard a click and his restraints fell away. He rubbed his wrists and his ankles before considering whether or not he was going to bash Marcus’ brains out.

“My twin brother,” Marcus said. “He’s a big guy and he LOVE muscles, so I need you to put on the kind of show we’ve been roleplaying, got it?”

“Big guy”? No way was he bigger than Evan. The hefty bodybuilder grabbed the van door and threw it open before leaping to the rocky ground. He turned around, looking for wherever this “twin brother” was, ready to kick his--or Marcus’--ass.

The ground shook, like there was an earthquake. “That’s him,” Marcus said. “I’ll be back when this is all over. Do your thing, stud!” Marcus started to back the van away. Evan, not about to be abandoned in the woods, ran after him, flailing his thick arms trying to move faster--with quads his size, running wasn’t exactly easy. He felt the ground shake again, then again. What the hell was that?

“Holy shit!” boomed a voice. Evan’s knees went weak as a massive man--he had to be a hundred feet tall--loomed over him. He looked just like Marcus--average build, mousy face, curly brown hair--but he was twenty times his height. The giant put his fists on his hips and leaned forward. Evan stared at the monstrous man’s dirty brown loincloth. This couldn’t be possible, he thought--maybe it was the drugs? He was paralyzed by the sight. The giant easily snatched him up, pinching Evan’s abdomen between a thumb and forefinger bigger than his limbs.

“Look at you!” boomed the giant. Evan felt himself pee a little as he rose up into the air. When he was near the giant’s face, he gazed down at the dizzying drop below, seeing Marcus’ van heading away from them. “What’s your name?”

“I’m… uh, Evan…”

“God, I fucking love when a guy is so fucking jacked he can wear big bulky clothes and you can still see what a fucking athlete he is.” The giant held Evan close to his eye, which blinked dauntingly. “Look at your face! It’s like you’ve got muscle jowls. Fuck, I wish I could be as big as you!”

Evan glanced down at the deadly distance to the ground, then up at the giant. “You’re, uh, already pretty big…” he started.

“Yeah, but I always wanted to get into bodybuilding. But there’s nothing heavy enough for someone my height. I can’t seem to trigger hypertrophy…”

“And it’s not like anyone has like, a small pond full of steroids you can inject or anything,” Evan said with a shrug.

“Y’see that?” boomed the giant so loud Evan had to fight to resist the urge to cover his ears. “When you shrugged, your traps… shit, man, you’re like a dense little nugget of muscle!”

“Easy with the ‘little’ thing, got it?” Evan said, feeling himself sliding into the role. He could do this, he reminded himself. Sure, the circumstances that got him there were insane, and the fact that this impossibly gigantic man was dangling him a building’s height from the ground didn’t make him feel great, but he could see that, despite being a ten-story man, the giant had all the marks of a muscle worshipper. If he didn’t think too much about the particulars, he might be able to treat it just like any other job. “You want me to show you this muscle? Or you want to admire how I look fully clothed for awhile!”

The giant’s eyes lit up. “Oh, god, COULD YOU?” he boomed.

“I can’t strip for a guy until I know what his name is,” Evan said.

“Rex,” the big man said. There was a joke there, but Evan resisted it.

“I’m Evan,” he responded. “And if you want, why don’t you just rip off my clothes? You’re the guy who could splatter me on the ground if you wanted to.”

“Oh, I’d never do that!” Rex said, his eyes wide with admiration. Evan knew that look.

“Well, if you steady your hand, I’ll give you a little show. How do you like that?”

Rex sat down--a sickening drop for Evan, who flailed in Rex’s coiled fist as the monstrosity sat crosslegged on the ground and held Evan close to his eyes. Then the fist popped open. Evan saw the hungry look in the guy’s eyes.

Evan decided to show him a think or two about big.

“First,” Evan began, turning around, “I like to show off my wingspan.” He smashed his fists into his hips and flexed his lats, spreading out wide. “This is a triple-X-L sweatshirt, by the way. You see how I’m filling this fucker out?” Rex’s slackjawed wonder was enough to keep Evan going. The musclebound performer spun around, then yanked up his sweatshirt. “Check out these fucking abs. Mind you, you’re holding 270 pounds of fucking prime beef--and my abs are visible through my tank top.” Evan paused, reconsidering. “Does, uh, weight mean anything to you? I just realized it might be like somebody telling me he weighed like two ounces or something.”

As Evan flexed his abs, Rex reached out with an index finger and brushed it along the cobbled abdomen. “I can feel them!” Rex exclaimed. “Even through your tank--fuck, they feel amazing!”

A little dollop of drool was Evan’s cue that he had the big lug right where he wanted him. He tore off the sweatshirt and hit some poses in his skin-tight purple tank top.

“Holy shit,” Rex gasped as Evan hit a double biceps pose, pausing to kiss each of his massive arms, before leaning forward and growling out a most muscular. He yanked the sweatshirt off the giant’s open palm and held it up.

“Put me near your nose,” Evan ordered. “I want you to smell this thing. I”ve been in it for hours.” Evan teetered as the hand slid toward the face. Evan felt the massive rush of air as Rex inhaled, absorbing the musk of the sweaty cloth.

“Fuck, you smell… so fucking good…”

“You like, hunh? Muscles put out nice sweat,” Evan said. He dug his thumbs into his sweatpants and started to slide them down. “How do you feel about… posing trunks?”

“Oh fuck yes,” Rex moaned. Evan yanked down his sweatpants to show off some shiny purple posers. He tried to make it look casual as he rearranged his junk. Rex didn’t miss a single motion.

“You ever felt this much muscle?” Evan barked. “I mean, REALLY felt it?” He turned, staring at Rex’s thumb. “Bend your thumb,” he ordered. Rex did as he was asked.

Evan approached the thumb--as big around as his waist was--and leaned up against it. He flexed his pecs and rubbed them back and forth along the thumb, which quivered at the contact. Evan tried to pinch the massive thumb between his two swollen melons, flexing the big pecs so hard they seemed to grip the big digit. Then Evan threw a hand behind his head, exposing a deep muscle pit that he proceeded to rub along the thumb’s pad.

“Oh, jesus,” Rex moaned.

“Feel those intercostals,” Evan ordered as he let the thumb rub down the side of his torso. Finally, Evan leapt up and wrapped his big arms and legs around the thumb. As he hugged, he flexed each of his muscles, making sure the giant felt each of them.

“Holy fuck…” The breathy exhalation blasted Evan’s body with hot air. The big bodybuilder turned around, and pulled the tank top off, tossing it over the edge of Rex’s hand. Then he strutted proudly across the hand like the prime piece of meat he was.

“You want a taste?” Evan said, throwing a smoldering gaze into Rex’s enormous eyeballs.

“Oh fuck… can I?” whispered the goliath.

Rex’s face moved toward him, the big lips gently parting. Evan just thrust his shoulders back, popped his chest, and planted himself in place. The big pillowy lips pressed against him first, but then the tongue darted out like a massive snake. At first it just gently nudged Evan, spattering him with sticky warmth. Then it lapped up and down Evan’s body. The big tastebuds gave Evan goosebumps, but he held his position, standing there like a fucking superhero as the giant’s tongue traced the insides of his quads, nudged his bulge, then slid up his abdomen where it flicked between Evan’s big pecs.

“Don’t forget this,” Evan said, putting a hand behind his head again. “Gotta taste that juicy pit.”

When the tongue made contact with Evan’s ripe armpit, the whole giant shuddered. To Evan it was like an earthquake. His confidence was shattered as his footing dropped away, the fingers suddenly clenching around him as he dropped what felt like twenty feet to see a massive dick arching into view.

Evan didn’t have time to brace himself before the unfathomably huge python erupted, firing massive gobs of cum into the air. The first two volleys missed Evan, but the third and fourth hit him square in the chest. When it was over, he tried to get secure footing in the giant’s crumpled hand as Rex started to wind down from his literally earthshaking orgasm.

“Fuck,” Evan said, holding out his brawny arms as gallons of load dripped off them. “I look like a damned glazed donut!” he chuckled.

“Gosh, I’m… s-sorry…” Rex said, suddenly sounding shy despite the fact that a finger twitch could have snapped one of Evan’s bones.

“Don’t apologize, just clean me off! I’m guessing you don’t have a shower my size anywhere around here?”

Rex smiled as he held the gooey, dripping muscleman to his mouth. He slowly fed Evan between the big lips before slurping hard and dragging him out. When Rex plopped him back on his hand, Evan realized his posing trunks were all gone.

“You sucked up my trunks!” Evan pointed out, flexing his cock and making it bounce a few times. It was rock-hard (after that kind of treatment, how could it not be?).

Rex smiled, revealing the purple posers caught between his front teeth.

“Come and get them, muscle man!” Rex challenged.