Call Of The Incubus Ch 03

Chapter 3: New Training Regiment

After getting changed I rushed out of my house and immediately started running to the gym. After about ten minutes running as hard as I could, I realized I had no idea where the gym was. I took a short break to catch my breath and started searching for someone who could give me directions. I run into a kindly old man and ask him, "Can you tell me where the nearest gym is?"

He smiles at me, "Of course! Go down that street over there!" He points behind me. "Then turn right once then turn left. The Iron Body gym should be on your left."

That's my brother's favorite gym, the big baby wouldn't shut up about that place. He would always beg me to get up and come with him, and I never really wanted to waste time in the gym. He probably still holds a grudge against me for that, seriously, why the hell does he still care? He's the older brother, why the hell is being so petty-

My thoughts were interrupted when I ran head-first into a steel beam, which was used as a decoration for the Iron Body Gym. The steel bar was curved up and crossed over another steel beam forming an x on the building. IRON BODY GYM, engraved on the sign that hung just below the steel beam. The sign had a grey backdrop with a red outline, giving it an imposing vibe, like anyone who walks into this gym must take their physique seriously. The double-sided doors were huge, outlined in red paint and standing at least three feet taller than me. They were wide too; I could stretch my arms while standing in the middle and wouldn't be able to touch either side. When I looked through the glass, I could see why they were so big. The men inside were huge, they were all close to the size of my brother, a few were probably a little larger....

Then I saw a pair of angry eyes reflected in the glass doors. A large shadow loomed over me. I turned around, a tall, lean, black man stood behind me. Arms crossed and his right eyebrow was raised in annoyance. "Can I come in?" he asked, clearly annoyed with me blocking the door. I quickly scuttled out the way, not wanting to piss him off anymore. As he entered, I noticed he was weirdly slim for someone who used this gym, way skinnier than most of the people inside. He turned back to me, and asked "You just here to sightsee?"

"Uh, what do you mean?" I asked. He sighed and opened the door.

"You came here to train right?" His hand gestured towards the entrance. "Go inside!"

I quickly scuttled inside the gym and looked around. The gym looked even bigger on the inside, weight sets were lined up neatly on the wall, two on each side. Treadmills and other kinds of equipment were set in the back. I was drawn to investigate the machines, until I that man pulling me back. "Only paying patrons are allowed to use those machines" he said, "though I doubt a rookie like you could make much use of it." He then walked behind the front desk, pulling up a clipboard and pen. "You need to sign up for the gym before you start working out rookie. I'm Ben Nigel, the part-time receptionist of the Iron Body Gym."

"And I'm Adrian Castille, the newest member of the Iron Body Gym." I saw the smallest hint of a smile on his face.

"Why did you introduce yourself to me?" he asked.

"You introduced yourself to me first, so I wanted to return the favor." I looked down at the clipboard. "I'm also going to be working out at this gym a lot for the next two months, so I might as well get to know you as well as I can."

"Hm." Ben's stone-cold face leered over me; clearly doubtful I would last a week. He started explaining what I can do at gym "The weight sets and the punching bags can be used for free, along with the treadmill for the first week. All the other equipment and the sparring ring can only be used after you start paying the monthly membership fee, starting at $50 a month. Sign here to get half off on your first month." He extends the clipboard to me. A surprisingly colorful sheet was presented to me, the form asked for my information and what kind of membership I wanted. Only one option was available. He noticed my confusion and explained it to me.

"The boss found a template online and made a quick edit." I eyed the rest of the sheet, and realized there were plenty of grammatical errors. "The boss isn't good at much aside from working out and training people." he says, twirling the pen in his hand.

I had to ask. "Can I- "

"Not likely," he says, stopping me in my tracks. "The boss is always willing to train people, but I doubt you'll survive her training."

There's no way it's that tough, "I can handle it!"

"You can't, trust me." I think I see him wincing a little, "I been through her training, its hell on earth. I almost died..."

He looked sick, like just remembering the training was enough to make him throw up. It almost scared me into leaving. I needed training, but a quick death by Gary's hands seemed preferably to that level of torment. I'm better off figuring it out on my own.

"I don't have any money on me right now, so can I sign on later?" I asked.

He sighed, "You have a week of free use on the weight sets, alright. Just make sure to be careful." I walked into the gym, heading straight to the weight set. Picking up the 10lb dumbbell, I tried an exercise I saw my brother do. I curled the dumbbell up to my shoulder then I dropped my arm. My arm stretched all the way to the ground. My arms were already tearing up, but I kept going. I thought Ben was checking on me, but every time I looked back, he was on his phone. I looked back one more time, but Ben wasn't there. I was going to focus back on my exercise until I noticed Ben standing right in front of me.

He inspected my form and shook his head. He asked me, "You're trying to do a bicep curl, right?" He grabbed my elbow and right hand, and slowly curled my arm up. "If you need help, don't be afraid to ask." Then he started to instruct me, telling me that I shouldn't drop my arms so quickly, and to keep my back straight while doing the exercise. He also made sure I kept my elbows close to my body while curling. According to him, my biggest mistake was swinging my arms, and moving my arms too fast. I eventually fell into a smooth rhythm, slowly curling the weight up and down. I think I did 11 reps before setting down the weights.

Ben eyed me with concern. He asked, "Is something the matter? You should be able to do more curls than that."

"It's weird, but the weights I was using feel way lighter now. Can I use heavier weights?"

"What you were lifting was pretty light, but I don't think it'll be safe to push your limits now." He decided that I should try to do some push-ups. "At least 10 before I can let you leave." He reminded me while I struggled to do the push-ups. I managed to do 15 before stopping. I couldn't even get up after I was finished. I couldn't feel my skin due to have muck I was sweating.

I heard Ben sighing. "We're not done yet," he says, reaching down an arm to pick me up. "You didn't even complete a full workout, c'mon." With a bit of effort, he manages to pull me up. He gives me a bottle of water and lets me have five minutes of rest before starting the workout again. He pushed me to do 20 squats and 25 sit-ups before I could stop. Every time I thought about stopping, I looked into his cold, fierce eyes to scare me to keep me going. By the time I finished, I couldn't move. It honestly scared me, I could barely feel my limbs, my heart's pace was slowing. I really thought I was going to die, until I suddenly felt my hearts pace quicken, blood rushing to my head and my... cock?

I get up feeling seriously confused and aroused, I get up and try stumble my way out. I tripped and fell before Ben caught me, he guided me to the water fountain, and I drank like a fish. I still felt extremely weak, but I could at least walk without falling over. I tried to hide my hard-on and started walking out of the gym. Before I left, I thanked Ben for the workout and jokingly asked him when I could go to the boss for training. I hear a small chuckle from Ben. "You could barely survive some push-ups; her training will kill you." He puts a hand on my shoulder. "Fix your pants and make sure you come back tomorrow."

My face turned beet red as I walked away from the gym as fast as I could. I found a dark alley and hid behind some upturned boxes. My shorts were baggy, and my cock could barely be considered average, there's no way he could've...

I looked down at my pants, my cock was clearly tenting my shorts. It shouldn't be that big. Was the Incubus's essence already working? I checked my hiding spot for any puddles, and carefully sat down. I looked around again to make sure no one was nearby, and carefully took off my shorts. My cock was rock hard, clearly straining my underpants. The fabric was stretched tight over my cock, hurting my cock and making it feel like it was going to rip at any moment. I had to struggle to take my underwear off, almost tearing the skin off my cock as I pulled my underwear off.

When I finally managed to pull my cock out, it smacked my abs, hitting me with a strong musk. My cock was somehow sweatier than the rest of my body, with the heat radiated from it warming up my surroundings. Last time I checked, my cock barely reached five inches. Now it seemed comparable to the Incubus, and even seemed to be a little thicker. I could barely put my left hand around it. My cock was so hard it almost hurt and breathing in my musk seemed to only make me harder. There was no way I could go home with this. I grabbed my cock and started rubbing my cock

It scared me though; my cock should not be this big already. But I needed to get home now, so forced my hands to grab my cock. My hands trembled as I felt my cock throbbing, shaking my hands along with it. Well, there's only one way to make it stop. I started jerking myself off, sitting back as pumped my huge cock. It was slick with sweat, so jacking off was surprisingly easy. My hands rubbed it up and down, slowly at first out of fear for the beast I was trying to tame. My hands moved faster, as I got closer to cumming. "Faster," I thought, "Faster!" nearly burning my cock with how fast I was rubbing it. Streams of precum was pouring from my cock, but I wasn't anywhere near release. I hunched over, jacking myself even harder as more and more pre poured from my cock.

I could feel it coming, a massive climax. There were tears streaming down my face, my breathing was ragged, and small moans escaped from my mouth. I couldn't think of anything else aside from getting off. My arms had gone numb from just how hard I was swinging them. I was exhausted, but I couldn't stop. I needed to get off, I needed this climax, and I kept going until finally felt it.

A long, white rope of cum shot out of my oversized penis, then another, a never-ending stream of cum started blasting out my cock, painting the wall ahead in smelly cum. I leaned back as my cum covered the alley. I had to bite my lips just to keep my voice down, barely containing my moans. I thought I was cumming for hours, just managing to stay conscious until I finally felt my balls empty. My cock sputters out a few more ropes of cum until going soft. My body was going limb, my eyesight is going dim. I was losing consciousness until I heard a familiar voice.

"Enjoying your new cock, my pet?"

I immediately regained consciousness as I saw Gary standing over me. He was bending over me, his hands on his knees. His violet eyes were glowing as bright as ever, almost blinding me when I looked at them. After catching my breath, I realized that might be the first time I saw Gary wearing clothes, and he seemed to notice too. He stood up, showing them off to me.

He had a theme for his outfit, slutty and way too tight. He was wearing tight jean shorts, his cock barely fit inside them. In fact, I'm pretty sure if he moves too much they'll rip and fall off him. He was also wearing a tight hoodie cut just above his chest, showing off his 'cleavage'. His pecs and arms strained the small hoodie, so I could see some his muscles through the fabric. He thrusts his chest forward, clearly proud of the clothes he got.

"How do I look?" he asks, leaning over me. "I stole these from some girl I found, I fucked her brains out and stole these clothes off her." he says, giggling as he twirled around like a schoolgirl. Then he sat down next to me, putting a hand on my right knee. Slowly dragging his hand up to my cock, now flaccid and completely drained. He moved my cock to the side and grabbed one of my balls. I didn't get a good look at them earlier and didn't realize how big they were. They were as big as a large orange; I wouldn't be able to wrap my hand around it.

He spent a few moments caressing my balls until he moved his face closer to my cock. He breathes in my musk. "Your cock smells so good..." he says, before licking my cock, flitting his tongue on the cockhead, sucking the slit then dragging his tongue across my length of my cock. I could feel myself getting harder. This isn't good, I gotta get back home soon, and I wouldn't trust aa Incubus with self-control. I needed to make him stop. I grabbed his hair, trying to pull him off me, but I had no strength left. Gary chuckles at my pitiful attempt to pull him up and raises his head up to look me in the eye.

"Is something the matter?" he asks me, his tail curling into circles.

"Can't we continue this later? I gotta get home soon." My voice could barely rise above a whisper. I try to get up, but Gary presses his weight on me, his grin widens as my legs wobble.

Then he rubs his face against mine, with one hand on my left shoulder, and another on my cock. "It won't stay this big for long; you'll only retain a bit of this size tomorrow." He rubs my cock faster, "I need to have of taste of this, just a taste..." he started panting and moaning as my cock got harder. He kept repeating he only wants a taste, but I couldn't trust those words. He's blushing, literally drooling over my cock. His eyes blinded me whenever I looked at them. If I don't do anything he'll probably suck the life out of me.

"Please," I beg, wheezing while trying not to panic. "We don't have to do it in this dirty alley." Gary's lust seemed to be rubbing off on me. This happened to me every time I got aroused next to Gary, the Incubus's lust made me forget everything, making me lose my mind in lust. I had to fight it, regain control, and convince him to take me home. I spoke up again, "My house isn't too far from here- "

"A pet shouldn't beg so much, it isn't cute." Gary whispers in my ear. He tilts his head, asking me "Are you afraid of me?" he stops smiling. "You rather be at home than be with me? I only want a taste..." He stared directly into my eyes, clearly infuriated with me. I couldn't even pretend to brave, I tried to look away, using what little strength I had to scoot away from him. Gary held on to me even tighter, holding my head in place as he stared at me with increasing intensity. His hand slid down to my shoulder and put his other hand on my left leg. He picked me up, just like the first day we met. We flew out of the dirty alley, a dark scowl left on his face.