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Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-five, twenty-eight, thirty!"

OK, OK Brad told himself. So – I’m cheating a bit. But these sit-ups were a real bitch. His stomach was already flat enough – it was his chest and arms that he wanted to develop. He wiped his sweating brow. He was sick and tired of his roommate Betsy’s boyfriend mocking him. Biff was a rippling mass of muscle - a real studmeister. At least Brad thought so. Betsy was always complaining that Biff seemed to be thinking about something else when they were making out. Brad wished that he could experience that problem firsthand. He felt a stirring down below as he thought about Biff. Damn, it was just his luck. Why couldn’t Biff be like Betsy’s other boyfriends? Goofy nerdy types. Brad wouldn’t be tortured by lustful thoughts every time Biff came over. And…..the other guys would never have dared to criticize Brad. Brad had thought that he had looked just fine until Biff started hanging around. Now he was getting an inferiority complex.

"Forty-five, forty-eight, FIFTY!!!"

Whew, thank God that was over and done with. Now he could start with the weights. He wasn’t doing anything too strenuous yet. He was going to tone the muscles that he had before starting on the heavy-duty stuff. Damn, he really didn't look that bad at all. He was an idiot to let Biff get to him. Why, he would just….

"Well, well. What do we have here? The Bradster is working out? Isn’t that sweet?"

Brad felt another wave of sweat break out over his body. Biff was leaning against the doorjamb, with a sneer on his face. Goddammit, why did he have to look so hot? Brad couldn’t understand how Betsy could complain about Biff. Just the thought of running his hands over that muscled body made him feel weak.

"Hey, buddy, you’re going about this all wrong. Let me show you something that I discovered at the gym last week. It’ll make a new man out of you in no time at all."

"Umm, errr…well gee Biff…." Brad felt like an idiot, stuttering as the hunk approached him. He wondered why Biff was here – he must have known that Betsy had gone to visit her sister for the weekend. And…why was Biff carrying that rope in his hands? How very strange. Brad didn’t have any more time for thinking as Biff placed one of his huge hands on Brad’s chest and pushed him down.

"Here, let me show you how it works. You get to work on every muscle in your body. It’s a real total work out. Yup, EVERY muscle in your body."

"Umm, Biff, what are you doing. This is kind of strange. I’ve never heard of this kind of exercise." Brad was somewhat baffled – why was Biff tying him up like this? Shit, he hoped that Biff wouldn’t notice the huge erection that was battling to escape from his jock. That would be totally embarrassing. Darn, but these ropes were tight. He could barely move a muscle. How was he supposed to exercise, all trussed up like this?

"Relax, buddy, relax. Don’t you worry, ole Biff here is going to take care of you. Like I said, you’ll be like a new man when I’m finished with you."

This was getting weirder by the moment. Brad noticed the peculiar look on Biff’s face. His eyes were glazing over, and he was licking his lips. He had a sheen of perspiration on his upper lip. Brad thought about how he would like to lick off those tiny beads of sweat…fuck, he was getting horny. Hey, wait a minute. Why was Biff rubbing himself down there, in the groin? HOLY COW! Now Brad couldn’t believe that Betsy ever complained. The guy was hung like a horse. But…why was Biff sporting a stiffy now?

" You see, buddy, what you have to do is to struggle against those ropes, trying to get free. I’ll guarantee that you’ll use every muscle in your body. Yeah…every muscle."

"Umm, Biff, I really don’t think that this is a good…what the hell is that?" Brad’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as Biff pulled a red ball attached to leather straps out of the pocket of his sweat pants.

"Oh, didn’t I explain? You see, there isn’t any talking allowed with this exercise. Not one single word."

"Biff, wait…MMGGGGNNOOOOO!"

his was insane!!! What on earth could have gotten into Biff? Why was he doing this? Brad battled against Biff, trying to prevent him from stuffing that red ball into his mouth. But he was helpless. No matter how hard he strained his muscles, he was unable to move.

"Wasn’t I right, buddy? Aren’t you getting a workout? Oh yeah, fight against those ropes more. Work up a real good sweat. Oh God, yes, moan through that gag. That’s good, buddy, real good."

"GMMMMBIFFM!!! MMTHISMCRAZY! MMBETSYYY!!! MMWHATMDOING!!!!"

Brad was amazed, truly amazed. Biff had his sweat pants down around his ankles, and was pulling on his pud with all his might. Jesus Christ, but it was huge. Brad banged the bench against the floor, howling through his gag. Shit, he was going to pop himself if he wasn’t careful.

"You’ve got one more muscle that needs a work out. I’m going to have help you with that one, Bradster."

Brad could only moan and watch helplessly as his pants were pulled down and Biff ripped off his stained jock strap. He closed his eyes as he felt Biff’s meaty hand jerking on his engorged member, groaning with bliss as Biff ran his enormous tongue over Brad’s sweaty chest. Now he knew why Betsy complained about Biff’s mind being on other things when they made out. He felt a brief twinge of guilt about Betsy, and then it disappeared as his entire body shook with ecstasy. Working out was so much better than he had thought it would be.

THE END

Brad played by Kent