Better

[requested by Welan]

[So this is a two month request. That's why it took so long. But I also feel as though I should warn there is a little bit of violence in it as well. If that's not you're thing at all I can try telling you where to use find so you can skip it all.]

“I told you to leave us alone!” Bruce shouted at Cody. His large intimidating presence was only amplified by the fact that Cody was currently tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Two of Bruce’s friends stared down at him as well. “Now look at what we have to do. This is just fucking annoying…”

“You didn’t have to do it,” Cody said defiantly. He stared up at the three with a kind of righteous indignation that only pissed Bruce off even more.

“The fuck we couldn’t! You saw everything! And then you wouldn’t fucking leave,” Bruce huffed. He grabbed Cody’s shoulder and squeezed causing the other man to wince in pain. “If you’d just turned around and walked away then none of this would have happened.”

“None of this would have happened anyway if you’d not stolen from that old TV repair shop,” even in spite of the current situation Cody kept a weird sort of calm about him. He’s always been like that. Even in high school. It was something that always annoyed Bruce. That blank positive outlook he’d had from getting everything handed to him. He would never be able to understand their life. “You don’t have to steal,” Cody added.

“The fuck we didn’t! The fuck do you know!” Bruce shouted. He clenched his fist but knew he wasn’t allowed to punch Cody. He started to pace around the room huffing and puffing as he tried to rationalize what they were doing. He and his friends were just supposed to steal a few old TVs and some money to send a message. Now they were kidnappers from one of the wealthiest families in town. If they hurt even a hair on his precious little head all of their sentences would be multiplied by at least two. 

Leo followed Bruce’s lead by putting one of his thick hands onto Cody’s shoulder and made a fist. He placed it against Cody’s mouth pretending like he was going to punch him. “I say we just kick his ass right now. Kick it so hard that he can’t talk about it.” He was the shortest of the group a bit more riley than Bruce. Despite his shorter stature he was nearly as strong as Bruce. It’s just he hated whenever someone commented on it. Get a few beers in him and he was ready to brawl anyone who even looked down at him.

“We can’t do that!” Bruce shouted.

Damien looked at Bruce. “It’s alright man. We got the TVs and were back here. It’s not that bad. He’s not going to say anything. Right?” Damien leaned down and looked Cody in the eyes. Even though he wasn’t as big as Bruce he was able to sound just as intimidating. Instead of physical size Damien tended to bring a more persuasive touch. He wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination but he didn’t pack the same size and punch as the other two. 

Cody pouted. “I don’t understand why you were doing that in the first place. You guys could do so much better.” 

“BETTER!?” Bruce spun the chair and leaned it back. Compared to Cody he was an absolute monster. He may have been only 19 but his large size could intimidate anyone. Being 6’7” and loaded with natural size made him inherently strong. The coach’s asked him to be on the football team but there were just too many distractions. He stuck his face in Cody’s and growled. “We can’t fucking do any better. We weren’t born in a big house with two happy parents that buy us whatever the fuck we want. Do you really think if we could do better we’d be here?”

Cody somehow kept his calm demeanor. Even in spite of the clear threat Bruce was giving him he didn’t back down. “It doesn’t matter what I think, it matters what you think.” 

“Fuck you,” Bruce grunted and let the chair fall back onto the ground. He started pacing around the old abandoned office again, muttering to himself. Each sentence filled with so much vitriol and hate that Damien and Leo kept their distance. They knew not to mess with him in this state. He may have learned to control his anger but there was a fire that was brewing whenever someone really pissed him off. 

The door to the office opened and another one of their crew appeared. There was a broad smile on his face as he clearly saw Bruce agitated. “Boss’ little golden boy all pissed off?” Adam taunted.

Bruce turned and glared. “Fuck off.”

“Touchy,” Adam continued to mock. However he composed himself for what he had to say next. “Boss wants to see you and Damien.”

Bruce growled and then glared at Cody again. “Fine…” he stormed out of the room with Damien in tow. 

“Touchy,” Adam mocked again after the door slammed. 

“You ain’t gonna follow him?” Leo asked.

“Fuck no!” Adam laughed. “I may like pushing Bruce’s buttons but I ain’t about to get between him and boss. That’s one fight I know I can’t win.” He jumped onto one of the old desks and stared down at Cody. “So This is this little guy causing all the trouble? You have any idea how much trouble they’re in now because of you? Boss might actually fire one of them. You know what that means?” Adam just stared down and laughed. “Guess not… But oh well… Innocence is pretty nice to have from time to time. Ain’t it?” He hopped off the desk and leaned over Cody’s body. He leaned in even closer. “All to prove a damn point…”

“They can still be better. If they want to be better I wanted to help them.”

“Oh!?” Adam laughed even louder. His voice pierced through Cody’s ears. “Get a load of this boy!” he turned to Leo laughing even harder. It was more for show than actual comedy. “An idealist! Fucking unreal! I don’t think I’ve met someone so naïve as you. You really think these dumbasses can do better?” He leaned in real close to Cody’s ear and started to whisper. “Let me, let you in on a little secret; these boys here are complete worthless pieces of shit. They can’t do anything right. Even a simple theft just turned into a kidnapping and now look at what we’re messin with. The only reason boss keeps ‘em around is cause Bruce has got sum muscle.”

“They can do better. I know it,” Cody said.

“You know that sass is starting to get on my nerves,” Adam growled. He picked Cody off the ground and put his foot on the chair between Cody’s legs. “I don’t like people who talk back.” He flicked out a knife and held it against Cody’s face. “See when someone starts to talk back, I start to get a little nervous. And when I get a little nervous my hands start to shake. And when my…”

“Fucking stop it!” Leo knocked the blade out of Adam’s hand. It slid across the room. 

Adam looked offended. “What? I’m just messin with him,” he whined. 

“Fuck off. You know what you were doing. If he gets hurt we lose money. So fucking take a walk,” Leo ordered.

“You think you’re short ass can order me around?” Adam barked.

“You think you’re fat ass can take me?” Leo barked back. The two stared each other down. 

Adam dropped his eyes first. “Fine. Whatever. Be a little bitch about it. I’ll be back in a little bit. Try not to make out too much.” Adam left the room and slammed the door just as hard as Bruce.

“Thank you,” Cody smiled up at Leo. “I knew you guys weren’t that bad.”

“Fuck you,” Leo went to the old leather couch against the wall. “You don’t fucking know us at all. Now stay quiet. I want to take a nap.” He laid down and closed his eyes.

Leo

‘At least he knows how to take an order,’ Leo scoffed. He turned and saw Cody with his head down in his chair. The guy should have been scared. He was so passive in high school that it was a bit surprising to see just how much determination he was able to muster; even going so far as to talk back to Bruce. ‘What an idiot,’ Leo scoffed again and closed his eyes.

‘If you want you could be so much better,’ Cody’s voice popped into Leo’s head. He tried to brush it off but something about it just stuck. It was something teachers had always told him but he wasn’t interested in that. He didn’t care. In grade school he had and then it all blew up in his face. He was supposed to be quite the athlete; strong, fast and able to read the other players really well. Nature had given him an edge over the other students and everyone seemed to love complementing him. 

But after an accident, everything changed. He’d broken so many bones in his body from a car accident that he wasn’t able to play for a few years. And the amount it had cost his parents caused even more strain. When he’d finally gotten old enough to get a job, he took one of the first ones he could get. However it still wasn’t enough. Bills pile on fast and small jobs didn’t pay nearly enough.

He knew it wasn’t his fault but still took some of the blame. Waking up every morning was enough of a reminder to what had happened. His body seemed to have stopped growing. He was stuck at a size just barely bigger than he was. Barely passing 5’2” he knew he was short. Not to mention his rather plump body he was getting. Fast cheap food was all he could really afford. 

That’s when he found Bruce again. Through high school the two were nearly inseparable. Bruce had taken a liking to bodybuilding and shown Leo exactly how to do it. The simple motions were easy to complete and gave Leo a bit more purpose to his shorter body. It didn’t matter that he was so short, he could still lift the weights. Bruce walked him through different exercises and showed him a little bit on how to eat healthier on a cheaper budget. Leo hated chicken and rice but it was so cheap he couldn’t pass it up. The waist he was growing quickly shrank again. It wasn’t the same as the other jocks but he knew it was better than the round belly he’d had. 

‘If you want you could be so much better,’ that stupid idealistic statement wouldn’t leave Leo’s head. Of course he wanted to be better but circumstances had made that impossible. Any dreams he’d had were gone. They weren’t coming back. And he had to live with the consequences of them whether he’d liked it or not. Didn’t matter if it wasn’t his fault, it was still his life.

He tossed and turned on the couch trying to ignore it but it only seemed to be getting louder. The more he denied it the more he wanted it to be true. ‘Fine! I want to be better!’ he shouted in his head. ‘I wanted to play basketball and be popular at school! I didn’t want this stupid shitty life! Okay! Now shut up!’

The persistent voice stopped and Leo relaxed into the couch. His mind was finally a little bit at ease. His thoughts calmed down and his dick got hard. He brushed his thick hand across it over his pants. It was supposed to ease the sensation but only made it grow. He brushed against it again feeling his horniness only grow. It was hard. He was hard. He looked over at Cody with his head still down as though he was sleeping.

“Little faggot’s about to miss a show,” Leo grinned at his only audience member. Normally he’d never do anything like this. Masturbation was a private act and only meant to be done in front of a woman. However, right now he was just too horny. He didn’t know why. It was just like he’d been building up an orgasm over the last month and it needed to be released. He let it flop out and hit the underside of his little belly. “Fuck…” he moaned as his hand gripped it. “It feels so big…” 

Even in his thick hands it felt larger than his normal 5 inches. He gave it a rub and his body jerked at the sensation. “Fuck…” he moaned loudly again. It took him a second to regain his composure. It was crazy. He took another glance over at Cody. The guy was still asleep. He felt like he’d just said that pretty loudly but Cody didn’t budge. 

Carefully he ran his hand over the thicker cock trying to suppress the current urge. Even the small movement caused his body to stiffen up. His entire body stretched at the sensation. It was like his whole body was tight and needed to be stretched out. He leaned back into the couch and stretched out. His hand never left his dick but stretching his legs and arms out just felt so good. Again his body jerked at the sensation and his feet burst out of the front of his shoes. His large toes hidden by socks pushed even further out of his shoes. What had been barely fit into adult sized shoes were now so big that they would have to be specially ordered. People normally wouldn’t buy the size 17’s that they were now. 

What he didn’t see was that he was growing taller. His shorter stature was starting to lengthen out. His legs pushed past the edge of the couch. The shoes he was wearing started to feel a little cramped on his feet but he ignored it. That stretching feeling was just so amazing. As his back grew longer the weight around his waist started to flatten out. The solid belly of fat spread around to the rest of his body. Even though his arms were becoming longer the muscle around his biceps and triceps were only shrinking by a small amount. He was easily just as strong as he had been just longer. Abs filled out while his belly shrunk away. 

The thick fingers on his hands grew longer and thinner, perfect for gripping a basketball. Leo started tossing and turning again he grew closer to coming. He tried picturing what he normally did while masturbating but it wasn’t doing much for him. Thoughts of all the girls clamoring to get his autograph or be with him in bed just didn’t mean all that much. He tossed and turned trying to figure out what would make him cum. What had made him so hard in the first place?

“What the fuck…?” Adam stood in the doorway as a nearly naked Leo laid stretched out on the couch. 

“Oh,” Leo said. “You’re back.” He stood at his 6’7” height and walked across the room closer to Adam. The smaller guy stood awestruck by what was in front of him. Leo was at least a head taller than him now and he had to crane his head back to get a better view. 

“What’s going on…?” Adam asked as the Leo brushed his big hand behind Adam’s head. He stared down at the massive dick pointed directly at him. He bit his bottom lip trying to contain himself but he could feel himself slightly aroused. “I shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what?” Leo grinned down. Adam couldn’t keep eye contact. He was having so much trouble not staring at that dick. But then his eyes went even lower. Leo took a few steps back and leaned against one of the old desks. He kicked off the old shoes and lifted his feet on to a chair. “Is there something you like?”

Adam stood where he was. Something inside of him was telling him to run but he couldn’t get those massive feet out of his head. Just looking at them straining the fabric of those socks had gotten him interested. He moved back towards Leo. His judgement slipping with each step. His own cock was hard. He knew it. It strained against his pants.

“Oh there is,” Leo taunted as he wiggled his toes in the socks. Adam was right up next to them, his hands about ready to take off the sock. “Nuh-uh-uh,” Leo wagged his finger. “You have to use your mouth.” 

For only one second there was conflict in Adam’s mind. Then he saw that beautiful giant foot. He opened just enough to bite down on the sock and pull it back. Leo lifted his other foot so he could do the same. Adam stared in wonder as his fingers ran through each of Leo’s long toes. Even without touching himself he remained hard. He let out several grunts trying to contain himself. It was so hard, as he could smell that foot. He leaned in; absorbing everything he could about it. 

Leo leaned back against the desk as he felt Adam worshipping him even deeper. He let out a groan as his dick throbbed at the sensation. Then a thought came to his mind. “What are you?” he asked. It was a little bit of a weird question. He’d never thought to ask Adam it before. However Adam didn’t answer. “What are you?” it came out with a little more confidence. There was an answer. He knew the answer but again Adam was too preoccupied with his foot. “What are you?” Leo demanded.

Adam paused and looked up from his current session. “I’m you’re little bitch, sir!” Adam said dutifully. 

With that something came over Leo. He couldn’t hold back anymore. “Oh fuck!” he shouted as a large torrent of cum spewed from his dick and landed all over the top of Adam’s head. Several more thrust and several more wads of cum dropped to the ground on and around Adam. Leo couldn’t contain himself. With each thrust more cum just kept coming out of his large balls. “Fuck…” he moaned as it finally stopped. 

Even though Leo had just finished it seemed as though Adam was not. However he still tried to contain himself. “Sir,” he looked up with almost puppy dog eyes. Even if he was nearing thirty he still treated the 19 year old with a surprising amount of respect. “I think I need to go get cleaned up…” he whimpered. 

Leo ran his fingers through the cum on his hair making it stick up like a spikey hairstyle. “Let’s go take a look in the bathroom. On the desk next to Leo was a basketball jersey, shorts and size 18 shoes just for him. He grabbed the jersey and shorts and pulled Adam underneath his arm. “Maybe you’ll see something you like.”

Damien

Damien and Bruce stood in front of their boss. The big guy had a presence that made almost anyone at least a little bit intimidated. He was thick with both a layer of muscle and fat but that just made him all the harder to deal with. And that doesn’t count his uncompromising demeanor. Once he had an idea it had to be done the exact way he wanted it. Any deviation, even positive, would end up with a harsh punishment.

That’s why Damien dropped to his knees and apologized. “I’m sorry,” he said, dropping his head. “It’s my fault. Don’t blame Bruce or Leo. It was my idea. I didn’t want to hurt the guy but he just wouldn’t go away.”

“Bruce,” his boss said. “Come here.” Bruce followed the order and stood behind his boss. Damien knew it wasn’t much but it was enough to at least get his friends out of trouble. He would have to take the blame.

“Don’t worry!” Damien cried out. “We could make…”

But his boss interrupted him. “Shh…” He was acting calm. It wasn’t like him. A sense of dread came over Damien as his boss stood up from the chair and crossed the room. It’d been designed to be intimidating. He purposefully chose the board room for its vaulted ceiling and wide walls. But everything pointed to his ‘throne’, his large chair raised up on the platform where people would present. His hand clutched the bottom of Damien’s chin and he squeezed. “It’s alright… I know what you did…”

Damien’s eyes went wide as he felt his boss’ hand squeeze even tighter. He wanted to say something but nothing would come out. His knees went weak. He felt the boss pulling him down to the ground. On one knee his face was lifted up to see his boss. There was that calm face with something wicked behind the eyes. Something that could intimidate almost anyone just by staring down into its depths. Damien looked away.

“I’m perfectly aware of who that boy is. Do you think I’d be mad if you took him?” It was a rhetorical question. “Of course I’m not mad. Like you said, it was an unforeseen circumstance and you were trying to make the best of it. You wanted to make decisions. You wanted to be in charge.” His voice raised with anger. Each syllable added another layer. Like a vice grip, his hand squeezed ever tighter. “You wanted to take my spot.”

“No sir! Not at all! That’s not…!” Damien’s begging did nothing to quell his boss’ anger. His boss pulled him forward knocking him off his knee and onto the ground. The bigger man positioned himself on Damien’s back and pushed his face into the ground. Damien couldn’t move. Struggling would only make his boss angrier. When he saw the glint of the knife next to his eye he knew he was in trouble.

“Listen here you little shit! I’m the one who makes the decisions! I’m the one in charge! You think you’re going to take my place?!” The boss dug the blade into his skin. Damien suppressed his scream with all his might as the blade went down the side of his face. It dug deep but any resistance meant it was going to go deeper. His boss was breathing heavy as he lowered it down the side of his face. He paused when he finished the cut. “See? This is what happens when people disobey me. Without me, you’re nothing. Remember that.” 

The boss hefted his weight off of Damien’s back and stood back up. He crossed the room. “Stand,” he ordered Damien. Despite everything, Damien stood; defiant of the pain, defiant of his boss. He glared. Blood ran down the side of his face as he watched his boss go to his seat above everyone else. “Good. I like that look. That’ll be a reminder of what will happen if you defy me again. Go get yourself cleaned up.”

Damien paced himself as he walked out of the room. He tried his best to stay calm. He had to stay calm. The door closed behind him and he took measured steps to the bathroom. Each step grew harder as he tried to stay in control of his emotions. He couldn’t break down. Not here. There was too much going on. But the pain of the cut was growing. It was more than the cut across his face. 

“Damn it…” he winced as he cupped some water and ran it down the side of his face. There wasn’t much in the abandoned office building to really clean him up. Just a few alcohol wipes and some medical tape. “Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!” he shouted as he threw the old medical away. “Damn it…” tears welled up in his eyes as he went to retrieve what he’d just thrown. He pulled out the wipes and started cleaning the wound. The cut was obviously going to scar. But he could still make it sanitary. He steadied his hand as he cleaned it.

‘What if you could be better?’ the thought from Cody shot through his head. 

“Fucking dumbass. Fucking idealistic dumbass…” Damien repeated. The bleeding had stopped and he stared at his face. “What if… What if… Well maybe I live in the real fucking world and don’t have parents buy me everything that I ever wanted. Why’d I even bother trying to save him? Fucking dumbass…” He stared at his reflection.

‘What if you were given a chance to use you’re gifts?’ another thought popped into his head. Again it was Cody sitting in that chair. His same dopey face looking up with that same childish expression. ‘What would you do?’

“What would I do…?” Damien hadn’t given it much thought. He’d been so busy trying to make ends meet that he’d never been able to adhere to any of his own desires. Just paying the monthly bills and working didn’t give him enough time to do much of anything. “Start my own business.” A weak smile crossed his face as he thought about it. “Be in charge.” He mocked his boss. “Make the decisions.” It broadened across his face. “Ahh…” he winced at the pain. The cut reminded him of exactly where he was. “Whatever… Guess I can still dream a little bit…” he turned around and leaned more of his weight against the sink. 

Damien hefted his weight off the sink and started pacing the bathroom. It was one of the few places he was allowed to be free. Allowed to think without the presence of someone forcing him what to do. He could think about anything. “But yeah… I’d definitely be in charge. Big owner type. But what would I manage… Sports?” he questioned the idea. He’d always like watching them growing up. Seeing the masters of their craft perform every week. “Maybe a manager or something…?”

That grin across his face was slowly starting to work its way back. A strange confidence was coming over him as he thought of how he’d run something like that. Be the boss. He stood up straight and thousands of ideas were shooting through his head. He just couldn’t stop thinking about how good of a boss he could be. However on the outside he was changing a lot as well. With each pacing through the bathroom his entire genetic makeup was starting to change. 

He’d always been a bit thin, especially when compared to the guys he hung around. His shoulders started to widen out while his bones thickened. He didn’t have the same kind of time as the guys he’d be sponsoring to get as big as them but he clearly worked out. However he was still growing. His 150 pound frame filled out with even more muscle. It pressed harder against his sleeves. The T-shirt with his favorite band across the front shift to a more classy kind of dress shirt. Buttons appeared on the front and went all the way down to his jeans. But the bottom remained untucked.

He wasn’t a complete professional. However that didn’t mean he could still have the same holes in his jeans. Those patched up while his legs filled in the fabric. His tight ass pushed against the back and all the way down to his calves a clear outline of his legs. Sure wearing something that was about half a size too small could be seen as unprofessional but if he was going to spend the hour and a half in the gym every day, he might as well show off his hard work.

“Damn. I feel so good today,” he grinned. As he said it his deep baritone echoed in the bathroom. The voice echoed off the ceramic walls. Then his eyes caught his reflection. Something seemed a bit off. He couldn’t quite place it as he looked over his new business casual look. The red shirt clung to his body and he gave his arm a bit of a flex, feeling the tension from the fabric. “Damn. I’m looking good,” he complemented himself. Then he took notice of the bandage on his face. 

‘Why’d I cover that up?’ he asked himself peeling it off. The glue pulled at his skin and he tried to do it gently. About half way through he gave up on trying to ease the pain and ripped the fucker off. He winced but stared at the scar. ‘How’d I get that?’ he thought again but then remembered he’d gotten it while he was overseas. A piece of shrapnel had flew off at him while he was out on duty. He shook his head not sure how he could have forgotten something so major in his life. Even if it was nearly 15 years ago it still felt like it had just happened.

Damien shook his head again feeling like something else was still wrong. Hair was rapidly filling out on his face and underneath his clothes. He’d thought about shaving it every once in a while but felt like it was just too much trouble. Plus, the beard was really in right now. Part of him hated how it never grew in around the scar, but he couldn’t deny it looked pretty cool. He ran his fingers through the trimmed hair. “Paula loves it too…” he grinned as he thought about his wife running her long finger nails across his hairy body. 

His dick jumped at the idea. “Woah there boy,” he joked. But his hand still rubbed up against it. The hard member didn’t seem to want to go down. He ran his hand across the bulge again and could feel it throb at the sensation. “Damn…” he cursed. Damien knew he wasn’t supposed to masturbate at work but he was just so horny. His thoughts went wild as he rubbed it once more. 

Finally he just whipped it out. It’s not like anyone was going to walk in on him. But he locked the door just to make sure. His hand gripped the rod and gave it a bit of a tug. He nearly fell back into the sink. “Jesus!” he cried out. The pleasure was just too much. He gave it another tug and it seemed to be growing in his hand. The average 5 inches seemed to be getting thicker. Longer. With each tug it filled his hand ever so slightly more.

However his other hand wasn’t doing nothing as it pressed up against his hairy chest underneath his shirt and undershirt. The thick callouses ran across his abs and up to his nipple. He stayed there and played with himself. It just made his dick even harder. “Fuck…” he moaned at the sensation. Just feeling his rugged muscles felt so good. He leaned further back, putting more of his weight against the sink. 

He rubbed harder. His rhythm picked up as he was coming closer. He could feel the excitement building inside him and then burst all at once. Copious amounts of cum sprayed out of his dick onto the wall in front of him. He lost control for a second and his hips just thrust over and over trying to spread as much seed as possible. Even in his mid-thirties he was as horny as any 18 year old. It’s what made him such a good boss; relatable.

He laughed at the idea and did his best to clean up the mess he’d just made. As he did so, the walls around his started to clean up as well. The years of decay and mold disappeared from the grout lines and tile. The building around him was fixing itself up. He tossed the used paper towels into the garbage can and checked himself out in the mirror one last time. With how much of a mess he made, he needed to make sure he didn’t get any one himself. 

“Good…” he said after the once over. Heading down the hall, the same thing was happening. Every part of the office building he passed started to come out of its shambled uncared for mess. The walls looked like they had gotten a new coat of paint, while the leather on the chairs looked like it’d just been shined. Colorful posters and pictures aligned the walls as trophies from his and his clients accomplishments filled some unused trophy cases. 

“Cody!” Damien said with excitement in his voice. “Where’s the new recruit?”

Cody looked up from his chair. It looked like he had just been asleep. “Uhh… I’m not sure. I think him and his agent went to the bathroom.”

“You think?”

“I’m sorry sir,” Cody said. “It’s just that I’ve been tied up and didn’t know where they went.”

Damien closed the gap between them and gave the smaller man a pat on the shoulder. “It’s alright buddy. I’m not mad. Just go get Bruce and Terry ready. I need to know they’re ready for tonight.”

“Y-yes sir,” Cody forced out. He stood up from his desk and headed for the door. 

“Good kid,” Damien said to himself. “With a fine ass…” he added watching the younger man leave the room. His eyes didn’t seem to trail off from that sight. Cody’s naked body against the copier shot through his head and his dick hardened again. “Damn it… Buddy, you gotta calm down.” He joked to his dick. Damien may have been married but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take time to spend time with some of the employees.

Bruce

Bruce’s mind was still going wild at what he’d just seen. He was pissed but knew he couldn’t show any emotion. If he did then all that built up anger would be redirected at him. Even if he was the only one who may have had the size to take on his boss, he didn’t have the same insane mental fortitude. Everyone knew their boss was crazy. They served him anyway, lest they find out what he did to them when he didn’t like them.

“That was you’re friend,” the boss said as he sat back down on the throne he’d made. “Is he going to be a problem?”

“No,” Bruce said dutifully. 

“Good. You know what I do with problems, right?” his boss said. His fingers were going over the edge of the blade, cleaning some of the blood off the metal. “I don’t like problems.”

“He won’t be a problem,” Bruce said again. But inside he was screaming. ‘I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you, you fucking bitch! Once I get a chance you’re dead! DEAD!’ His face didn’t change. He couldn’t afford that. Despite all the anger, all the rage, he had to maintain his calm, in control façade.

‘But what if you could be better?’ that asshole Cody popped into his head. 

‘Fuck you! Like you fucking know!’ Bruce redirected his anger towards his boss to something else he thought he could blame. ‘It’s not that easy! ‘Just be better?’ Fuck you.’ 

‘What if you could be better?’ the question rang through again. ‘What would you do?’

Bruce paused. The fictional conversation actually had him stumped. He’d never thought about it. Moreover, he didn’t know the last person to ask him a question like that. ‘I… I’d be one of those wrestlers… The ones on TV. Sure it’s fake but it looks like it’d be fun! Already got the size, just need the training.’ A smile crept on his face. He’d be perfect for it. Then he could take guys the size of his boss down like it was nothing.

“What are you thinking about?” his boss asked. Even though he was more interested in the blade, he had a way of knowing his surroundings. 

“Nothing sir,” Bruce stiffened up again.

“Nothing… Hmm… For a second I would have thought that you might have had a thought of attacking me…” his voice didn’t falter. It always made everything he did even creepier.

“No sir,” Bruce said again. He was waiting to be dismissed but still his boss didn’t tell him to go. Standing at attention right next to him was always so draining. But right now he was under intense scrutiny. One of Bruce’s ‘underlings’ had just gone against him. He had to make sure Bruce wasn’t thinking the same. 

‘What would you do?’ Cody’s voice rang in his ears. ‘What if you could be better?’

‘Shut up.’ Bruce told the voice. But it persisted. ‘Shut up.’ He tried to sound more authoritative but Cody wouldn’t leave his mind. ‘Shut the fuck up!’ Cody wouldn’t stop asking him that damned question. ‘Fuck off! I can’t do it!’

‘What do you want to do right now?’ A grin crossed Cody’s face.

“I’d punch Terry’s stupid fucking face in!” Bruce shouted at the top of his lungs. His fist was clenched and he held tightly to his chest.

Terry turned around. “What was…” before he could finish the question Bruce’s fist plowed into his face with the whole of his 295 pound body. He wasn’t thinking about himself anymore. He wasn’t going to be pushed around like this anymore. His friends were too important for some asshole like this. They shouldn’t have to work for someone like him. He pulled his hands back and sent another punch right down the middle.

Terry staggered. Despite his size a punch from someone like Bruce was no small feat. He could feel the strength behind it. A strength he thought he’d wiped out of everyone who worked for him. Standing up he tried to catch his bearing but didn’t quite get it. The world seemed to be spinning around him. He put his weight on a folding table in front of him. He didn’t remember there being something like that in his room. 

“Where’d you go you fucking asshole!” Terry spun around looking for Bruce. He was still seeing stars. The room seemed the same yet so different. All the rows of folding chairs pointed at the center of the room seemed wrong. It didn’t help how bright the room was. And all the lights seemed to be shining right on him. He grabbed the ropes and pulled himself back into the wrestling ring. “Where are you… Where are you…” he growled as he looked at ring. In his anger he hadn’t noticed that the clothes he was wearing had shifted into a nice suit that went over his bulky frame. 

“Over here boss!” Bruce shouted from atop one of the turnbuckles. He wasn’t wearing what he had been before. Instead all he had on was a black vest, tie, and speedo trunks that molded around his muscular legs and ass. He looked like he was just as big but cut. Muscles bulged from every part of his body. “It’s time you got downsized!” Bruce shouted as he vaulted off the turnbuckle. His massive frame collided with his boss’ sending the two to the ground.

Bruce’s big body went to work as he wrestled the other man to the ground. He could feel the strength in his biceps forcing the much larger man into positions he wasn’t normally in. His big hands tore at the dress pants, revealing the same kind of underwear Bruce was currently wearing. ‘What the Hell?!’ Terry thought as he felt the soft fabric holding his dick and balls. But then he felt one of Bruce’s fingers run across his hole.

Terry’s body went limp and fell to the ground. The sudden sensation sent his mind into overdrive as blood rushed to his dick. He could feel his hard member underneath him. He felt Bruce coming up from behind. His dick just as hard. “Time to get fucked!” Bruce shouted.

All of a sudden Terry realized what was happening. He started struggling to get Bruce off his back. Despite all his strength, Bruce could hold him down. He felt the hard dick pressing up against his asshole. Bruce held him in place. With one mighty thrust he was in. Terry’s eyes went wide. He bit his lip trying to contain the pain. But then Bruce kept going.

“How’s it feel boss! How’s it feel to be my bitch! All that shit you put me through and now… Oh! And now… Oh!” Bruce was losing himself in the sudden sensation. He was suddenly lost in the sensation, forgetting what point he had been trying to make. He just kept thrusting. Harder. Faster. Thinking with his dick more than anything else. Then he burst. “Fuck!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “Who’s the boss now?” 

“You are…” Terry moaned. There was a wet spot that had seeped through his underwear and landed on the mat beneath him. “You’re the boss!”

He grabbed Terry by the leg and pounded the ground next to him. “1. 2. 3. Ding! Ding!” Bruce shouted then fell over.

Bruce landed right next to Terry and stared him in the eyes. “It’s time you got downsized?” Terry mocked. “That’s really the best Cody could come up with? Honestly I preferred time to get fucked.”

“You know we can’t do something like that,” Bruce laughed. “But I kind of liked it. Can you think of anything better?” Bruce pulled himself even closer to Terry’s body giving him a light kiss.

“No…” Terry laughed. He’d been playing the bad boss for the entire season and didn’t have to say much. Most of his lines were just orders to get ‘his crew’ to start fights in the ring, while he sat on the sidelines. They had even told him to start gaining weight to make the transition ‘more believable’. It really just helped him make a better ‘heel’. 

“Didn’t think so,” Bruce smiled.

Cody opened the door. “You guys done with practice today?” he asked as he leaned over the ropes. There were still a few wet spots on the mat but he didn’t seem to mind at all.