Alright Fellas.. a new story for you.
Let me know if you like it. I'm thinking of making a series out of it.
The Pack BY: MSCLNBOTS@AOL.COM
The Pack
Spike sat in front of the big screen TV watching bare knuckle fighting on some obscure satellite channel. In front of him was 20 pair of boots, ranging from store brought brands to custom Wessco's. Spikes thick muscular hands and forearms were covered in black shoe polish. Spike was just doing his weekly chores that he had been doing since becoming a pack member.
The Pack was a group of guys that some might call a club, motorcycle gang, or just plain dangerous. Tank was the leader of War Dogs and it was his boots he sat polishing. Tank was the Big Dog of the group. Pack leader if you will. Spike had been with tank for over 2 years now and couldn't be happier. Polishing Tanks boots were part of his duties, but to Spike it was more of a pleasure. This polishing just kept the boots in shape for the real work that Tank put them and him through.
The smell of leather, polish, sweat from the boots and his own sweat had Spike cock rock hard down his thigh in his jeans. His thick beefy hand absently rubbing it as he though about how it all began.........
James Manelli, his name before Tank changed it to Spike, had always been a rough neck and a loner. Always big for his age, he left home when he was 17. He managed to jobs here and there as well as the occasional strong arm robbery, James got by. By 19 he had worked a few construction jobs and had manage to save up a little money. Betting it on a few fist fights he had he managed to save enough money to get him a nice used Harley. It was good condition and after a couple months of tuning, repair and a little customizing, Spike quit his job and hit the road. For five years he road from town to town, state to state. Getting jobs when needed or getting money by more unsavory means when necessary.
Last year he hit a town in Oklahoma and found a construction job building a mall. A few months work would get him some cash to get him through the winter. He had started hanging at a bar frequented by truckers and bikers. It was a hard place frequented by hard men, where a fight could break out in a blink of and eye. You could be sitting beside a murder, thief or you average hard working truck driver. Considering that he loved a good fight and could hold his own against most he fit right in. After a couple weeks the door opens and this man walks in. Mountain is more like it. 6'3 and had to weigh in at 390 rock solid pounds. This man was huge. His head was shaved and he had a thick trimmed black beard. He was wearing a T-shirt that had to be a 4X, but was still skin tight on his thick torso. The ripped neck of the t-shirt showed a nice thick covering of black hair. As did the thick tattoo covered forearm. The blue jeans were tight around his oak tree like thighs and calves. He was wearing a pair of 11 inch engineer boots that had to be custom made just to fit around his calves.
Now Spike was not small fry/ 6'1, 250 solid pounds, but he was no where near this guys class. Some of the regulars greeted him, calling him Tank. A name that aptly fit. Other moved out of his way and quickly looked the other way. Those that didn't move got knocked to the side as he walk through them. He greeted most of the calls back. Spike just sat there and tried to watch without being to conspicuous. His cock was so hard that he though it would split his jeans. That night and others passed as Spike continued to watch this man He had gather some information about him from some of the other regulars. A few beers and a couple shots would loosen a mans tongue.
Tank lived about 30 minutes outside of town. What he exactly did for a living was not completely known, but he did do some shylocking (loan sharking). Everyone Spike talked to agreed that he was a dangerous man. A real rough fucker. Spike got little other information than that. That didn't keep Spike from wanting the man. He didn't know when it happen, but he knew that he could give up his wandering ways for a man like that.
One evening Spike saw Tank collar a guy and drag him down the hall to the back exit. Although most of the bar had too see what had happened, most didn't say a word or even look in that direction. It was safer that way. Spike's cock had other ideas though. He had day dreamed of watching this man work. Before he knew it he had wondered down the hallway after them. When he reached the rear door he opened it to dark alley way. The door creaked as he went out. Although it was pitch black, the light from the parking lot in front provided enough light for Spike to see. He watched as Tank rough the guy up. Spikes hard-on throbbed in his pants as he watched. He could tell the big man was holding back, and so could the guy he was pounding on. After a few minutes, Tank collard the guy and drew him close so their faces were less than a inch apart. Spike couldn't hear all that was said, but "You've got another week until we talk again... next time I wont whisper"
Tank dropped the guy and turned back toward the bar rear entrance. Spike was so engrossed he forgot he was suppose try to be discreet. Even though Spike was in the deep shadows Tanks spotted him as soon as he turned around. Without blink or missing his stride he headed right toward Spike. Spike heart jumped. Not so much from fear, but from the fact that he was finally gonna meet this guy. It could be that he was about to be in the fight of his life, but he would be happy anyway. Spike didn't make any sort of aggressive or defensive move. He stood there as if he had been watching someone change a flat tire.
Tank walked up to him and looked him up and down slowly and said, "You need something?" his voice was deep and heavy. Spike could hear the violence sleeping behind his voice, his cock throbbed again. "Nah, just admiring your work." Spike told him simply. Tank didn't say anything but looked him up and down again. This time his eyes lit on Spikes right hand, which was holding the hard-on in his jeans. So caught up in the moment, he hadn't even tried to conceal it. Tanks eyes lingered there and then looked up at him and said, "Thanks." and turned toward the back door. Spike heart was beating heavily, not sure exactly with what had happened. Suddenly as Tank opened the door he said, "Come on, let get a beer." Not looking behind to see if Spike would follow he headed back into the bar. Spike didn't hesitate to follow. When the reached the Tanks table, he saw the big man was sporting a hard-on himself. He wasn't sure what this guy was into, but he knew he had to find out.
They talked that night and every night after that for over 2 more weeks. The regular patrons started looking on him in a different light. Suddenly Spike was getting hey's and hellos from people and other moved out of his way as he walked through the bar. Tank let him tag along while he made a few collections in that 2 week time, even let him make a collection or two from some oil rig workers that owed Tank money.
That third week was when tank suggested that they go up to his place so he could show Spike the Harleys he was working on. Spike didn't know what to think at the time but he knew that he wouldn't miss this for the world. 40 minutes later they pulled up to Tanks big 2 level ranch house. Complex was more like it. There was the house, a barn and two very nice sized sheds. All in a clearing deep back up in the woods. The barn turned out to be a cross between a garage and a work room. Tank had 2 cars, a truck and 4 Harleys stored in the garage. Not to mention the one he rode everyday. The tour took them around the house, which had 5 bedrooms, a big kitchen and living room, a den and a completely finished basement.
The shot the shit as tank fixed them steaks for dinner, and they drank bear and whisky before during and afterwards. Even after knowing Tank for almost a month, Spike still snuck peaks at him, and got hard-ons off and on all the time he was with the man. Tank never said anything about them, but he couldn't have missed them all. Spike was sporting one now. Tank eyes locked onto it and he looked up in Spikes eyes and said, "You've been sporting that thing every since I met you. I've been wondering what been making you so damn horny."
Spike just sat there and look back at the mountain siting infront of him. How could he not know what made him sport a perpetual hardon everytime he though about the mountain of beef infront of him. Spike didn't want to fuck things up by being to blunt, but if Tank had been noticing his cock and didn't seem to all that unconfortable talking about it. Spike decided to take a chance. "Well it not easy controling this thing around a big fucker like you." Spike said with a quick grin.
Tank just sat staring at him for almost a half minute. Tank expression hadn't changed and his eyes bored into Spikes. Spike thought, "Shit, I moved to fast.". But suddenly Tank lifted his arm up and flexed it in a side bicep shot and said, "So you like all this beef huh?" Spike heart beat faster as he realized that Tank hadn't been put off by his comment. And for that matter was egging him on by flexing those huge guns in front of him. Spike nerously licked his lips as he watched Tanks bicep stretch the arm of the tshirt until it creaked as if it was about to split. Thick viens crawled all over the tattooed 26 inch arm. "Who the fuck wouldn't!? Spike finally said. Tank grinned back at him as he lifted his other arm and flexed both of them.
Spike decided to take another chance and got up and walked over to Tank and asked, "Can I touch it?"
"Sure" Tank replied and Spike ran is calloused hand over the man thick cannon ball bicep. He could almost feel the blood pumping through the oak tree limb. Tank flex it for him while he rubbed his hand back and forth over the arm. Thinking that his luck had been good so far, Spike bent down and ran his tongue across the top of the bicep. Feeling the veins crawl under his tongue. He looked to the side and saw approval in the big silent mans eyes. Spike started sliding his mouth back and forth over the man limb. Soon he felt Tanks other hand on the back of his head, the mans thick fingers grabbed a handful of his hair and guided his mouth all over his arm.
Tank suddenly stood up leaving Spike on his knees looking up at him. Tank looked down at him and pulled the tight shirt off over his head. Spike eyes took in every inch of the mans thick muscular torso. Spikes breath was coming faster and faster. Tank sat back down in the big chair and open his legs, Spike crawled over and with no prompting his tongue started to wash the big man sweaty body. His mouth started on Tanks thick hairy six pack abs slowly tracing around each muscle as he work his way up to the mans thick muscular pecs.
Tanks roughly grabbed Spikes hair and guide his mouth all over his body. Tank lifted his right arm and flexed if for him again and Spike buried his mouth in the Tanks thick hairy sweat pit. His mouth lapped and slurped at the salty, tangy pit. Tank brought his arm down around the back of Spikes head, trapping his face and mouth in his pit. Spike felt the big arm roughly squeeze his head and press his face deeper into the mans pit. Spike couldn't have been happier. After a couple minutes Tank loosened his arm from around Spike head and pulled him back. Spike face was split in a big grin. He was living his ultimate fantasy, or so he though.
"You like cleaning this big grizzly pits don't you boy!" Tank said to him.
"I'd clean anything on your body. Just wish I was as big as you. I'd do almost anything to be a big fucking grizzly bear like you." Spike said and couldn't believe he was gushing in front of this big man. Tanks eyes changes and his mouth smiled a bit. "You want to be a big fucker like me? Do anything to get this way?" Tanks said as he stood up.
"Hell, any fucking thing." Spike said looking at the man towering over him. Tank gestured for Spike to stand up, Tank laid his arms on Spikes shoulder and pulled him forward. Spike started to open his mouth for a kiss and Tanks says, "Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it." Spike started to ask Tank what he meant, but the big man spun him around and slid his arms under spikes and behind his neck. Spike found himself trapped in a full nelson, and from the amount of pressure Tank was applying, this was no playful wrestling or rough housing.
"I like you kid. You got guts and balls. I'm gonna give you what you asked for, or break you while trying." Tank whispered in his ear. Spike was trying to struggle but Tanks huge arms were cranking down harder on his neck, while lifting him to where his feet barely touched the floor. Spike tried pressing his arms down to break the hold, but Tank only said, "Yeah kid, show me what I've got to work with!" Tank started shaking him back and forth like a rag doll and things started going grey and red. Soon the Spike felt the world slipping away from him as Tank finally put him out.
Spike felt a slight breeze pass over his naked ass. Which was strange cause the last thing he remember was Tank trying to rip his head off. Spike slowly opened his eyes and found himself laying on mattress. Looking around Spike found himself in a room, 50' x 75'. Spike pulled himself up to a sitting position and started really looking at his surroundings. First thing he noticed was that he was naked except for his jock strap and construction boots. Oh, and a thick Spiked leather collar locked around his neck, with a thick heavy chain leading from it to the wall 50 feet away. His head was still foggy and his neck felt as if he had been thrown around by one of the gorilla in those suitcase commercials.
The room was painted a dark gray. There were no windows and just a set steel doors on the far side of the room. To his right was what could be called a mini heavyweight gym. Several benches, leg presses and other weight lifting equipment along with several thousand pounds of free weights. Behind him was sink, table, stove and refrigerator. A toilet stood several feet away from the kitchen..
Spike got up and walked around the room. Still a little fuzzy, yet he knew deep down what was going on. Five minutes later the door at the far side of the room opens and Tank walks in. The site of the big man made his cock start throbbing again. Tank was dressed in nothing but a jock strap, boots and tight black leather gloves on his hands. His eyes were covered in mirrored shades. Other than the fact that he was chained to a wall and being held against his will, this was the moment he had been waiting for. For the first time he got a real good look at the man. Tanks body was built like his name sake. A tank. No bodybuilder build here. Just slab after slab of thick furry muscle. 60+ inch chest, narrowed down to a 42 inch waist, 36 quads flowed down into 24 inch calves. Real doorway wade shoulders, flowed down to 26 inch arms and thick beefy hands.
Tanks thick muscular chest and six pack abs were covered in black furr and tattoos. His arms were thick and corded with muscles and veins. Lastly, the dirty sweaty jock hung low holding back what he could only imagine to be 2 big bull balls and thick heavy cock.
Part of Spike urged him to rush him, make him unlock the collar and let him go. But another part wanted to hear what the big man had to say. He knew there had to be some reason to what Tank was doing. Tank walked straight up to him. Spike couldn't see his eyes but he could feel them boring into him behind those shades.
"I'm not gonna beat around the bush. Simply put, you belong to me now. No negotiations. No pleading, no threats are gonna make a difference. I like you kid, I think you could fit right in with my plans, but you're too unfocused. Well I'm gonna focus you. You said you'd do anything to be a big fucker like me, so you will be. I'm gonna make you big like me. You're gonna stay in my little room, until you're a big mean fucker like me. You will do what I say, when I say, how I say." Tank said standing so close that his hot breath and spit hit Spike in the face.
"Kid, you remind me of a stray dog. Wandering around from place to place. Able to protect yourself from most other strays, but you can't run with the big dogs. Cant' run with the pack. You need a master to but some beef on ya bones, teach you when to heel and when to rip someone's throat out. James not your name anymore kid, from now on you're Spike. You're gonna do nothing but lift, sleep and eat. Ohh.. And fuck. You think tonight was intense, you better bulk up soon, cause I'm gonna fuck and maul your ass daily. Dump load after load of my cum up your ass and down your throat. Only way to make you grow is to give you a real man protein, my protein. Either you grow into a monster like me or I break you in half. The choice is up to you. Don't even bother to give me any shit about people missing you. I check you out kid, nobody's gonna miss you. "
Spike had just stood there as the big man body pressed up against him. Sweat ran down Tanks chest and abs to his crotch. Spike said nothing because there was a battle going on inside his head. One part wanting to fight and escape and another thinking that being this big fucker's muscle pig wasn't a bad thing. One part that though freedom and no responsibilities was the path he should tread and the other thinking that having someone else make the decisions for him could be a nice change of pace.
Spike body shook with effort as his thoughts fought for dominance. Tank just stared at him as if he were reading his thoughts. Finally the big man said, "On you knees boy!" Spike body tremble harder for 15 seconds more. The heat of the room, the smell of sweat and sex, the sight of big mound of grizzly muscle in front of him rushed around in his head. Then like a damn breaking his decision had been made and he stop shaking and dropped to his knees. Tank slowly nodded his head like he knew that this was the only decision that could be made.
"Now boy I'm gonna give you your first dose of protein to start this off right!" Tank said as he put his boot on Spike chest and pushed him back first to the ground. Tank dropped down on his knees straddling Spikes chest. Tank grabbed spikes arms and held them above is head.
Inching forward Tanks hardening cock rubbed all over Spikes face. Spike breath came quickly as his own cock began to harden. "Open your fucking mouth." Tank growled. Spike open his mouth and tank rammed his cock down his throat. Spike gagged and his body bucked but Tank continued to rape his mouth. Tanks hard thick cock slammed in and out of his mouth. Tanks tool got harder, longer and thicker in his mouth and throat. At first Spike couldn't breath, and he tried to struggle, but he was like a child in Tanks hand. Relaxing he managed to get used to the throbbing pipe sliding down his throat. As he relaxed, breathing and pleasure came next. Tanks huge thick muscular hairy legs slapped and rubbed on Spikes chest and face. He could feel tanks legs and ass flex as he raped his mouth. His hands itched to touch his own cock but Tanks held them above his head. For what seemed like hours Tanks stoked his cock in and out of his mouth. Sweat ran down the big mans body and on to his. Finally Spike felt Tanks body spasm as he came. Tank rammed his 11 inch cock all the way down Spikes throat. Hot sticky man milk shot down in Spike gut. Shot after shot the big grizzly cock kept cumming and cumming. Tanks big bull balls continued to spew out hot thick man juice, more than any man should be able to produce at one time.. Spike somehow managed to swallow most of it. As the hot thick protein hit his stomach it made his body feel warm and strong. Like someone poring racing fuel in the gas tank of a sports car.
Tank pulled his cock out of Spikes mouth and sat back. Sat up moved over to where the big man sat. Reaching up he went to kiss Tanks and suddenly found the big mans hand around his neck. Tank pulled him close and said, "You think this is a game boy! Some fuck session that we act out a little fantasy and you go home! I fuckin own you, you don't breath or shit unless I tell you too!" Tank stood up and carried Spike over to the wall and slammed him face forward into it. "Dosage number 2 boy!" Tanks said as his other hand reached down and pulled Spike legs apart. Although tanks tool had started to soften, Spikes struggling got him excited again. "You are gonna learn quick that when I say something you do it, when I don't say something you do nothing. Only men are allowed to think for themselves. You are my scrawny pitbull. No meat on your bones, and no discipline. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be man's best friend. A good cock sucker, a good fuck and man enough to tear any fucker heart out I point you toward.! You want that don't ya, you wanna be my 350# Pitbull!" Tank emphasized each sentence by shaking Spike by the scruff of his neck.
Spike was so fucking turned out he felt as if his blood were boiling in his brain. He realized that he wanted nothing more in the world than to be this big mans 350# pitbull. "Yes Sir, I want to be you Pitbull!! More than anything Sir!" Spike said even as Tank slammed his hard cock all the way up Spike tight ass. Spikes legs shivered with pain as Tank slid his cock roughly in and out of Spikes ass. "Good boy, like any good dog you know a good master when you get fucked by one don't you." Tank said as his strokes became slower but stronger. Tanks hand moved from Spikes neck to grab a hand full of his hair. He roughly pulled Spikes head left, right back and forth with each stroke. Spike felt as if he were impaled on a sword every time Tank slide his long thick cock up his ass. Spike could feel Tanks heavy hairy balls press into his ass with every stroke. Tanks Hot breath blowing across his sweat drenched neck and back. After awhile Tanks long hard strokes became faster, harder, brutal strokes as his thick cum shot down his cock and up into Spikes ass. Tank pressed all 390# of his weight into Spike as he shot load after load into Spikes ass.
Spent Tank didn't take his cock out of Spikes ass, he let his softening member stay crammed up Spikes hole. Tank leaned every ounce of his weigh on top of Spike, not because he was tired, but just to let Spike feel exactly was he was up against, and what he could become. Spike mind was in euphoric bliss. He wanted to slide to the floor and sleep but Tanks body pressed him against the wall. Tanks hot breath still breathing on his neck and back. After about five minute Tanks pulled his soft cock out of Spikes ass and let him slide to the floor. Spike turned over and watched tank walk over to one of the cabinets over the sink.
Spike saw him reach up into the cabinet and pull something shiny out. When Tank turned around Spike saw Tank was holding a straight razor. Spike heart jumped. Not knowing what to think. This night already had turned into something completely different than what he expected. Tank walked over to him and told him to stand up. Spike stood and Tank said, "Hold out your hand." Spike held out his hand and Tank place the straight razor in it. Tank didn't say anything. Spike confused and relieved said, "Sir, what do you want me to do with it?" Tank said nothing for a few moment more, then "Only men grow hair. You are not a man and until you are you are not allowed to have any body hair. Everyday you will shaved yourself from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. The only hair I want to see on your body is you eyelashes and eyebrows. No hair on your arms, chest, ass, balls, legs, even the back of you hands and the top of your feet better be clean of hair." Spike stood there, surprised that he was getting angry at Tanks order. It had taken him a lifetime to grow his medium thick pelt of hair. He was proud of his beard. Spike said nothing but Tank could see the wheels spinning in his head. He didn't want to shave his body, and he did have a straight razor. Tank walked up on him and his hand grabbed the chain connected to Spikes collar and with amazing strength lifted him completely off of the ground. The spiked leather collard choking him like a hangman's noose. Spike legs kicked and his arms flailed. Tank never flinched as the straight razor came close time and time again as Spike struggled dangling in front of him. Taking off the mirrored shades, Tanks black eyes bore into Spikes gray eyes. "The only thing you better ever think about doing with that razor is shaving your ass with it, cause anything else will get you six feet under quicker than you can say Fuck me Sir!" Spike looked deep into Tanks eyes and realized that he was looking at the most dangerous man he had ever met. Managing to swallow, Spike grunted out a "Yes Sir."
Tank dropped Spike back to his feet and told Spike to follow him. After Spike gathered enough strength he followed tank over to the sink. "You can use the soap to shave yourself, but that all you use it for. You don't fuckin wash unless I tell you too. Understand." Tanks said. "Yes Sir." Spike replied. Walked over and sat on mattress and pulled out a box of cigars from behind the mattress. He smoke one as he watched Spike shave himself from head to toe. Spike watched the big man watch him. Both mens cocks got rock hard as they watch the other.
Tank explain what Spikes daily routine was to be. Spike would lift and eat all day. Nothing more and nothing less. The refrigerator was full of steaks, chicken vegetables, pasta, milk and juices. He would lift and eat, and when Tank came for his daily session, he would suck down every ounce of Tanks thick protein from the big mans 11 inch cock. He could only wear his jock strap and the boots. No body hair. Spike answered yes sir to each order Tank gave him. After he was done shaving himself, Tank finished his cigar and left. Cutting light off as he left.
Spike walked over to the mattress and laid down exhausted, bruised, sore and hairless. A prisoner to a man who would keep him captive until he became his deepest dream or a broken and bruised sack of skin in the process. Surprisingly, Spike went to sleep with a smile on his face.
This is not to say that Spike didn't have any second thoughts. The first week he tried breaking the chain and rebelling. Only to find that although he could hold is own with damn near every man he every had a scrap with, Tank was just too much. Those first couple 3 weeks, Tank never broke any bones but Spikes body was bruised and sore from where Tank pounded him back in line. Over the first two months, Spike adjusted. At first he never though he would, living in a window less room 20 feet below ground chained to a wall should drive a man crazy, but Spike found it did just the opposite to him. His days were nothing but eating, lifting and Tank. Tank would come and see him each day. Check to see his rules were followed, to give him his daily allowance of Tank Protein, even to lift with him.
By the sixth month as Spike counted it he had made significant gains. He could only tell my looking down at his body. Tank didn't allow any mirrors or shiny object where Spike could see himself. When Spike had asked why, Tank told him, "You ain't lifting for no Mr. Universe contest. Don't want you thinking bout no symmetry shit. Spending your time flexing so you can get off. You lift for power and size, nothing else." After the sixth month, Tank started sparing with him. Told him that if he were gonna be his attack dog, then he would have to learn how to attack, it took more than muscle to be able to fight.
He and Tank would wrestle, and fist fight almost nightly. Spike never won, but over time his learned how to use his new muscles fighting. He even managed to give Spike more than a couple good shot of his own. The big man would take his blows and reward him the harder he hit or the more pressure he put on as he twisted on limb or another. Thinking of one match where he had bloodied Tanks lip and had even managed to grapple him to the matt. But tank was more than just some bar room brawler. Even as Spike grinned as he though he had the upper hand, Tank flipped him over and his thick 26 inch arms had his head locked in a choke hold and his thick tree trunk legs wrapped around Spike squeezing the air from his lungs. Just before Spike was about to fade out, Tank released the pressure of the hold and whispered in his ear. "Never think that you have a man beaten until you either have him completely in your control .." Tank arms and legs squeezed twice as hard as they had before .. ".. or you've crushed him completely." Spike squeezed out a yes sir as the room began to darken again and Tank released him.
Spike took each mistake he made as a lesson and learned from them. This was just another lesson. " Get up on you hand and knee's" Tanks told him and Spike quickly did so. Tank moved behind him and he felt his masters hardening cock brush against his as. Spikes body shivered with heat and lust at each touch from Tanks thick tool. "You did good today, Spike. Real good." Tank said as his thick rough brawny hands rubbed up and down Spikes back. Kneading his muscles with such power that months ago Spike would have been writhing in pain, instead of growling with pleasure. Spike didn't say anything and he didn't move, he just let growls of pleasure escape from his mouth.
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The Pack Part 2 BY: Msclnbots @AOL.COM
Tanks big hands move to message Spike muscular cheeks and spread them apart. Spike knew what was coming and yearned for it. He had two doses of Tank thick protein already today, but now was gonna be rewarded with another. Tanks hard tool slid up and down his crack and the thick mushroom head slid roughly inside. Tank watched as Spike body shivered with the sensation. Tank leaned over spike and straddled him and started stroking his cock deep within Spike ass. Sweat dripped down of Tanks body onto Spikes back. Spike moved back and forth meeting every one of Tanks jack hammer strokes. He could hear and feel Tank growling above him and suddenly tanks mouth was knawing biting at his neck and upper back. Soon Tanks spit and sweat ran down Spikes neck and back. Spikes mind was in pure euphoria. Finally Tanks jack hammer strokes became faster and incredibly stronger, his mouth gripped Spikes neck in almost a painful grip, as he shot his hot load deep in Spikes guts. Spike's body shivered as it took shot after shot after shot of the hot thick fluid.
Spike new now that when Tank called his cum A Real Mans Protein, he meant it more than just some boasting. As Spikes body began to absorb Tanks cum, a warmth and tingling spread though out his body. His muscles seem to drink in all the nutrients from Tanks spunk. It was almost like getting a shot of adrenalin and taking steroids at the same time. Although Tank never said anything about it, Spike new that much of his growth was do to his daily intake of Tanks Protein.
Spike lowered himself to the floor and Tank laid on top of him, Tanks softening cock still deep inside him. All of Tanks sweaty, furry 390# lay atop him, like some huge protective blanket. He could feel Tanks furr abs and pecs move on his back as he breathed. Spike was content to lay like that until morning, but a few minutes later Tank rolled off of him and sat with his back to the wall. Spike quickly got up and went and got one of Tanks cigars. After Tank bit the end off of it, Spike lit the cigar and sat back. Spike felt good when he saw the look of approval in the big mans eyes. As Tank slowly puffed away, Spike turned his attention to Tanks boots. Getting on his hands and knees again, he started cleaning his masters boots. All of these things were second nature to him now and he found that he liked every minute of it.
After giving a good tongue bath to Tanks boots, he looked up at Tanks semi hard cock and wanted in his mouth again. Looking from Tanks Cock to his eyes and back again. Tank finally nodded and Spike tongue began working his way up Tanks thick calves, tasting the sweat from their brawling and fuck session. Every time his tongue brought that salty man taste back to his mouth it watered more and more. Soon Tanks legs glistened from Spike ministrations. Tank spread his legs wide open and his furry asshole beaconed Spike hungry tongue. Spike quickly buried his face in Tanks crack and his tongue up his ass. The room around them was filled with a haze of cigar smoke as Tanks breath came quicker.
Spike move his hungry mouth to the prized he wanted most, he quickly buried Tanks cock down his throat. Spike no longer had trouble throating the Tanks cock. He loved the way it filled and throbbed in his throat, the way precum slid slowly down to his stomach. Contently he slowly massaged Tanks cock with his tongue, mouth and throat. Tank sat back and enjoyed his cigar and his pitbull. Spike felt Tanks calloused hand rubbing across his bald head. Spike realized he had never been so content in his life. After an hour of long slow ministration, Tank balls unloaded it 4th big load of cum for the night, Spikes throat greedily taking every drop. When he was done, he laid his head right in the middle of Tanks furry crotch and went to sleep feeling the warmth and strength flowing through his muscles from his last dose of Tank Juice.
When he woke the next morning Tank was gone, but on the table was an enormous breakfast of steak, eggs, toast, rice, milk and juice. Spike quickly downed the feast and went straight for the weights.
By the ninth month, Spike couldn't believe the changes his body had taken. Where he had been benching 450# before, he was tossing around 600# for sets of 10 reps. He was stronger than he ever imagined he could be and he was still growing. Tank on missed a few days in the past 9 months, but Spike never stopped working out.
One day he decided to see if he could break the chain that attached his collar, which by the way was no longer loose around his neck. His thick neck almost filled the heavy collar. Bracing his foot on the wall he pulled and pulled for 5 minutes as one of the 3/8 inch links slowly stretched and broke. As he held the chain in his hand, Spike was numb. He was loose. He walked over to the door that he could never reach before and turned the handle and the door opened. Not locked. Although he didn't know if Tank was home, he could try and get away. There was little debated in his mind. Spike only closed the door and when back to his workout. He was not afraid to try, Tank had never tried to break his spirit. He didn't fear Tank, but he did respect him. He realized that he had become that dog, Tank had told him he was. And like that dog, he realized that the loyalty to his master over rode his instinct for freedom and he didn't mind at all.
5 months later.... Spike let the bar fall back on the bench rack as he finished his last rep. Sweat rolled off his body as if someone was poring water over it. Considering he had been benching 650# it was warranted. Sitting up he flexed his arms and pecs and smiled as he saw the results of labor. His instincts told him that it was late afternoon or early evening. Getting up from the bench he walked over to the section of his room where the refrigerator and stove was. He open the icebox and pulled out a gallon of milk. Twisting the cap of he turned the jug up and within 60 seconds it was empty. Other than a few ounces the dribbled down his chest and abs mixing with the sweat, the milk went to fuel his body.. Smiling to himself, Spike picked up the heavy 30# chain attached to the collar around his neck. Walking over he sat down on the mattress that was his bed. Tank would be home soon and their nightly ritual would begin. Although they had been through it one way or another hundreds of times, Spike still looked forward to it.
Tank had been acting a little different lately. A lot of the orders he had set for Spike that he usually checked to make sure they were carried out on a daily basis, he didn't bother too. Not that Spike stop performing them. Spike lifted his arm up and flexed it, watching it harden and the veins crawl over it like snakes. He could only guess at how big it was, 22.. 23.. 24 inches. He hadn't been able to weigh himself or take any of his measurements since it began 14 months ago. Spikes neck filled the collar to the point where it was tight. Tank didn't even let him look at himself in the mirror. There was nothing shiny enough to see what the results of his hard work looked like.
But that didn't matter. None of it did. He was content following Tanks orders. Spikes hands wandered down to his jock and he slipped his semi hard cock from under the dirty, sweaty strap. He fondled his 9 inch beer can thick tool ( amazingly enough that seem to have grown too since this started) and stroked his collar waiting for his master to get home...day dreaming about his year in "captivity". A happy smile on his face.
Suddenly the door was open and Tank was walking into the room. Spike automatically got down on his knees and sat on his haunches as tank entered the room. Tank was dressed in nothing but his boots and jock. Spike said nothing, but his breath quicken at the site of the big man. As Tank stepped in front of him, Spike leaned forward to start his ritual of tounge shining the big man boots, but Tank grabbed his chain and pulled him up. Spike stood up and Tank looked him up and down, walking around him inspecting every inch. Spike thought maybe he had done something wrong or Tank wanted to look over his progress, but to his surprise Tank turned around and headed out the room. When he reached to door he said, "Come on."
Spike hesitated for a few seconds and followed Tank out into the hall. Spike felt funny walking out of the room that for the past 14 months had been his home. He followed tank down the hall to another door and room. Walking in he found tank standing in front of 2 walls of mirrors. "Come here" Tank told him and Spike walked over to stand next to the big man. Looking into the mirror he saw 2 big men and the second one was himself. He couldn't believe what he was looking at. Although he wasn't as big as Tank, he would later find that he was withing 30 pounds of the 390# man. He looked at his chest arms and legs and saw how thick and fucking huge he had become. It was almost like looking at another person. This was the first time he had seen himself hairless, and cause he hadn't seen the sun in over a year, he was white as a sheet.
Tank grabbed his chain and turned him around to face him. "You don't need this anymore." Tank reached up and unlocked the collar and let if fall to the floor. Spike reached up and rubbed his 21 thick neck that had out grown the collar. "You wanted to be a monster, now you're a monster" Tank said as he and Spike looked each other in the eyes. Tank reached forward and pulled Spike closer and kissed him. But instead of roughly grabbing him by the neck he wrapped his arms around him in an strong embrace. To any other man, the embrace would have felt like a rib crushing bear hug, but Spike only returned the hug with his own hard earn strength.
Tank had transformed him into guard dog. He told Spike that he was free to go if he wanted, but Spike was having none of that. Tank had turned his deepest fantasy into a reality, nothing would get him to leave Tank. That night they slept and fucked in Tanks bed. They were equals. Men. Grizzly Bears. Now, Tank was still the dominant leader, but Spike had earned his independence.
The next day tank took him to the garage / barn. Spike had to get used to the place, although he had been their for a year, he had only been outside that room for 2 days. Tank took him over to 4 Harley's shining in the corner. Each was different and customized in a different manner. "I've been working on these for the past year. Like em?" Tank asked Spike. ‘Yeah, these are fucking great." Spike said as he began looking closer at each of them. "Which one do you want?" Tank asked him. Spike turned around and said, "Want? You mean I can have one? What about my old bike?" Tank smiled and replied, "You're a new man. You need a new hawg." Spike grinned and turned back to the 4 beauties in front of him. His eyes kept coming back to a dark blue and silver softail. Spike got on it and it felt like it had been made for him. Tank grinned and said "It's yours."
Within the hour they were on the road, Spike on his blue and silver hawg and Tank on his black and silver one. They road to a little town about 100 mile away. Being his first time out in a year, Spike looked around the world with wonder. Breathing the fresh air and letting the warm air brush across his body. Once they reached Jensen, Tank pulled into a parking lot of a bar and tattoo parlor. Spike followed Tank into the bar, it was even rougher than the that he had met Tank in. All eyes turned to them as they walked in. Like the other bar, quiet a few people knew Tank and those who didn't quick got out of his way, and Spikes as well. Most of the people were bikers or truckers of one type or another. Most probably had a record longer than your arm. They say and drank for a couple hours then Tank headed to a back room.
Spike followed and saw that the back room was in fact a fighting pit. The room was full of men betting drinking and of course in the pit fighting. He and Tank plowed their way through the crowd to the edge of the pit. They watch several matches. Spike took it all in, his heart pounding as he watched each man in the ring. Tank watched him silently through each fight. Finally one man had beaten two others and it was being announced that if no one else was willing to fight him he would take home the pot tonight. Tank turned and looked Spike in the eyes. Nothing was said but Spike turned and hopped over the rail and down into the pit. The crowed erupted as he took off his shirt.
The sound and smell had his heart beating in his chest like a race horse ready to be released out of the gate. The man he would be fighting was no lightweight. He had to weigh in at least 310 pounds, but some of that was gut. Betting was wild. People looked at Spikes size and conditioning, but the other guy was a known to be one hell of a fighter. Although Spike didn't know it, Tank had bet 5 grand on him.
The fight started and the other guy tried to rush him. Spike grappled with the man for a few seconds then grabbed him under the arms and tossed him away. The man fell like he was a rag doll. Spike walked over to where the man stood up and they started exchanging blows. All of the brawls he and Tank had were instinct to him now. Within a minute he had the man at his mercy. He could have ended the fight but he was enjoying the feeling of power too much. As he pummeled the man from one side of the ring to the other the crowd cheered him on. He saw Tank watching, his face impassive. Finally Spike pulled the staggering man into a full nelson. They guy struggled for a few seconds before his eyes rolled up in his head. Spike let the man fall unconscious to the dirty floor. When the guy asked if anyone wanted to fight Spike for the pot, the room got quiet. Spike walked over to the steps and people were slapping him on the back and telling him how tough he was. Spike heard little of it. He walked over to Tank who smiled and put his big arm over Spike shoulder, bending near he said. "Glad to see that not only did I raise a big dog, but one that could take care of himself too."
After Tank had collected his money, Spike followed him next door to the tattoo parlor. The place wasn't very big, it had 2 barber styled chairs and the walls were lined with pictures and drawings of all types of skin art. The was a guy in one chair and then there was the tattoo artist himself. Spike cock throbbed like a jack hammer at the site of this fucker. The tattooist had to weigh in about as much as he himself did, maybe a little more. His upper body was covered in tattoos images of snakes curled around his 24"biceps and down his arms to his back of his hands. His chest was nice and hairy but spike could still see tattoo under the furr. He hadn't looked up yet until Tank walked over a to stand a few feet from him. The guy in the chair look at Tank and Spike and was shocked at all the beef standing around him. He had three guys standing over him that all tip the scales well past 320 pounds. The tattooist never looked up he just looked over at Tanks boots. Thats when Spike new that he was another member of the pack. The artist next few breaths came deeper and stronger. Still not looking up he said to the guy in the chair, "Come back day after tomorrow and we'll finish."
The guy looked startled then angry. "Hey, I may the appointment for tonight. What the fuck you doing, double booking people!" In a flash the artist hand snaked out and grabbed his customer by the neck and lifted him out of the chair and held him in the air. Pulling the mans face close he repeated his statement, this time his voice was like a that of a growling grizzly. If his hand wasn't squeezing his neck so hard the man would have quickly swallowed his pride as well as the hasty words. The tattooist carried the struggling man to the door, his feet not even brushing the floor. After tossing his customer out into the dirt parking lot, he closed and lock the door and pulled down the steel security shades. All this time Tank had said nothing. The guy walked back toward them as his eyes were drilled in on Spikes and Spike found his staring back as hard at the tattooed monster in front of him. Spike finally got a good look at his face. Wide hooked nose and heavy brow gave him a hard brutish look. His eyes were stainless steel gray. He had a thick heavy mustache and goatee, so heavy that you couldn't see his top lip and part of his bottom was covered as well. His hair was shaved on both sides of his head, while the dark brown hair on top hand been buzzed cut, but allowed to grow long in the back.
Even as this guy turned him on like a 250 watt bulb, there was also some strange animal like animosity. As the guy reached him he stood toe to toe with Spike, his expression was hard and aggressive. Spike found that his face had developed a similar frown / snarl. The guy looked him up and down, as if he were measuring him. Spike did the same and suddenly the guy face got real close to his and he inhaled deeply several time. Like some big bear smelling another. Suddenly the mans face soften some and his frown / snarl became a small lopsided grin. Spike instinctual urge caused him to mirror the mans strange behavior. Spike leaned in and inhaled the mans aroma. The sent of sweat, sex and some other strange smell filled his head. As he took it deep into his chest, a warm tingling covered his body from tip to toe. His semi hard cock immediately became rock hard. He return the guys smile.
Tank had been watching the whole thing passively. The guy walked pass Spike and up too Tank. Without a word he dropped to his knees and started servicing Tank boots like a pro. Spike at first wanted to grab the guy and pound the fuck out of him for moving in on his territory, jealousy rage in his head, heart and gut. But then the site of big fucker servicing Tanks boot damn near pushed him to the edge to where he could have blown a load just by thinking about it.
"Spike I want you to meet, Hugh. He's your pack brother." Hugh stopped his tongue bath and got up and turned to shake Spikes hand. When Spike looked in his eyes he knew that Hugh was feeling the same pleasure at serving this big man. Spike suddenly knew that he was truly part of a pack, had not been the first or only stray dog to be trained by Tank. Tank was the BIG dog with lots of big dogs under him. Some of his making and some not. Spike would later find out that he was one of many Big Dogs in this pack. He and Hugh became damn good friends, which all started with Hugh giving him his first three tattoos. Plus the fact that night and the next day the three of them generated a lot of heat in that shop , but thats another story for another time.......