Worthy of Worship : Chapter 1 - A New One

Randy had come to the park because it was one of those boring summer days when he had nothing to do. He had already had a workout in his garage this morning and was really excited about the progress he was making on his 15 year old body. He had been working out since he got the weights last summer, almost a year now, and his muscles were really beginning to show. His buddy Jason was coming over this afternoon and they were going to workout together. They were kind of in competition with each other but since the weights were at Randy’s house, he was pulling ahead of his buddy and was really proud of his body.

Randy was setting on the grass flexing his bicep, still pumped from his workout, and thinking about what he and Jason would do this afternoon, when he happened to look up and saw an incredible guy coming through the park. He was muscle and more muscle. As the guy got closer Randy let out a gasp of admiration. What a Body! Wow! This guy had it all! He immediately felt a stirring in his pants. This was exactly the kind of body Randy worshiped in all the muscle building magazines he devoured. This was the body that Randy was trying to build. The perfect muscular body.

God, what a turn on, he thought, seeing a muscle man like this in the flesh. He had never seen anyone with a body like this outside of a magazine. The guy looked like a young god in his tight shorts and wife beater.

Randy was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top also to show off his growing muscles, but this muscle god had his muscles bulging out all over the place.

He had great round pectorals budging out from his tight wife beater. His shoulders were wide, with big round bulging caps defining each one, and his arms were truly magnificent. Even in a relaxed state his biceps were like melons with astonishing definition. This guy seemed to have no body fat at all, and was the consummate image of the perfect specimen of male mankind.
And, with his tight clothes, that incredible body was being shown off in all its' glory. The way the guy was swaggering through the park make him look as if he owned the world and Randy thought he probably deserved it.

Randy just sat there with his mouth open and couldn’t keep his eyes off that incredible body. He tried to look away from those bulging muscles, but found it impossible not to keep looking. It took his breath away to see those awesome biceps and that big chest coming through the park. Suddenly he realized that the guy really was coming his way; walking right up to him.

"Hey kid," he heard. "You got a problem or what?"

Randy felt his knees go weak as he started to get a hard-on. God, what a body. He was so overwhelmed that he couldn’t think what to say. Not only did the guy have a superhuman body, he was also gorgeous. The blond god had the face of a supermodel, but right now there was an angry look on that face.

The man grabbed Randy’s bicep and pulled him to his feet, and squeezed it hard.

“Ow” Randy said as he tried to pull away, but the man did not budge.

"I said, what the fuck's your problem punk?” The guy said. “You listenin to me?" Still squeezing Randy's bicep he grabbed Randy’s chin with his other hand.

"I seen you staring at me you little prick. What are you, a fairy or something?" the guy growled at him.

"I, ah, ah, what...ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything. I mean …your …your…" Randy stammered in fright. The guy may have looked terrific, but his fierce actions and the angry look were scaring the hell out of him.

"Listen to me you little faggot" the guy said as he pinched Randy's cheeks painfully, "I'll tell you only once. You want to say something to me you call me sir! Understand?"

With that he gave Randy's head a couple shakes and continued to squeeze his bicep. "Tell me fucker, do you understand?" he said.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean anything. Please, I'm sorry sir" Randy mumbled all in one breath.

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all. You’re just a spoiled little prick who thinks he can act anyway he wants around a man like me and get away with it. I didn’t build these muscles to put up with shit from punks like you. You got that little boy?”

“I’m really sorry sir” Randy tried to say while the guy continued to squeeze his cheeks and shake his head. “I didn’t mean to make you mad. Please let me go.”

“Well, you did make me mad you little shit. You probably think you’ve got a body, but you don’t deserve to even stand next to a real muscle man like me” answered the guy. “Do you kid?” he said as he shook Randy’s head again. “Do you?”

“Yes sir. I mean no sir. Please sir. I’m sorry sir” Randy blurted out.

“Okay shit head,” said the guy. “Let's you and me get out of this park and find a place where I can explain the facts of life to you."
Still holding Randy's arm, the man force marched him out into the parking lot, with Randy protesting his innocence the whole way. No one took any notice of them.

When they reached a black van in the parking lot, the man opened the back door and grabbing Randy by the seat of his shorts with one hand, threw him inside. The man climbed in and closed the door and stood over Randy as Randy fearfully looked up at him.

He grabbed Randy by the hair and pulled him up to his knees and arrogantly slapped him hard across the face. "You're obviously a ignorant little creep that is going to need a lot of training to get into ship shape, but you came to the right place to get that training.”

“Now, you say Sir to me" he demanded and slapped Randy's face again.

"Sir?" Randy cried. Now he was really scared. This guy was hurting him.

"Say Yes Sir" the man demanded and slapped him again.

"Yes sir" Randy whimpered.

"Good boy" the man said as he eased his hold and gently stroked Randy's hair as if he were petting a dog. "Maybe there is some hope for you. What's your name kid?" he asked.

"Randy sir" Randy barely whispered. He was beyond scared now. This guy was acting really crazy.

"Randy baby, my name is Wade, but that doesn’t matter because you’ll call me sir. You seem to think that you can stare at my body for free. Let me tell you, I worked hard to develop these muscles so guys like you could worship them. But you don’t get anything for free. If you think I’m going to let you drool over me for nothing, you’re mistaken. You seem to think I walk around just so you can get the hots for my muscles and go home and jerk off.”

“You got the hots for me boy? You get turned on by seeing my big muscles? Yeah, I can see that you do. Well, getting a hard-on for my body doesn’t come for nothin.”

Randy did have a hard-on at first, but it was long gone now from fear of this muscled man. This guy could break him in half without even trying.

“Well, listen baby, that hard-on is going to cost you. But, I’m in a good mood today so I’m willing to take some time to show you what it takes to appreciate this body you've been drooling over. Yea, baby," Wade said with a smirk, "I'm gonna show you what it takes to really worship these muscles."
“I see that you’ve been lusting over my body, so you already owe me. And I’m going to make sure that you pay up.”

"First of all" Wade said "tell me you’re sorry for staring at these muscles without my permission.”

"I’m sorry; I didn’t mean anything by it" Randy answered meekly.

"Okay, now you can start by thanking me for even bothering to waste my time on a piece of shit like you. Go ahead, thank me" he demanded.

"Thank you" Randy whispered.

"Speak up and call me Sir" Wade ordered as he jerked Randy's hair. Randy winced as his hair was pulled.

"Thank you sir" Randy cried louder.

"Thank me for what" Wade demanded. "Come on, thank me for what?" Wade gave Randy's hair another jerk.

"Thank you for wasting your time on me sir" Randy said.

"Yea, to think that I would waste my time on a piece of shit like you" he said. "Next to me you are a piece of shit, aren't you?" he asked. "Well, aren't you?"

"Yes sir," Randy whispered.

"Look at me" Wade ordered as he pulled Randy's head back by the hair. Even as scared as he was, when Randy looked up he couldn’t help but be in awe of this fabulous muscled man.

"You may think you have muscles little boy, but in fact, you're such a piece of shit that I'm like a god next to you aren't I?" Wade said slowly. "Aren't I, baby? Just like a god?" he asked, giving Randy’s head a jerk.

"Yes sir" Randy mumbled as he looked straight up at those enormous pecs and round shoulders and gorgeous face and knew that his own muscles were nothing compared to this incredible man’s.

"You want to treat me like a god, don't you Randy."

"Yes sir," Randy mumbled again.

"You want to worship these muscles, don't you Randy” said Wade. “You want to worship me like a god, don’t you Randy?” He let go of Randy’s hair and did a body builders double bicep pose as Randy’s mouth dropped open with awe.

"Yes sir," Randy answered, again beginning to feel a stirring in his pants as he was being mesmerized by the mans soft voice,

Wade pulled his wife beater off and tossed it aside, put his hands on his hips and did a lat spread showing off his incredible musculature. "You want to touch these muscles Randy? You want to worship them?"

"Oh god, yes sir" Randy whispered.

"You want to do anything to make me happy, don't you Randy?”

"Yes sir."

Wade moved his foot into Randy’s crotch as he continued to flex his enormous muscles. Randy’s cock got hard instantly. "Yeah, baby. You’re hard for me now. Are you ready to worship this body?"

"Please sir. Yes sir."