“Keep going, bro, Keep going!” Kent was screaming at me.
Gosh this was intense. My ass was fucking burning.
“Fuck I don’t know if I can keep going” I say, panting.
“Come on, Gabe, just one more.” Kent said while spotting my squats.
Fuck, I don’t know if I can do another one. These squats he has me doing are on another level. I’ve never squat this much weight before, nonetheless this many reps. I tried my hardest to keep going, I could feel his body heat directly behind my back. I knew that if I were to drop this, we’d both be going down. But I couldn’t go up, my quads wouldn’t allow me, my ASS wouldn’t allow me.
I squeeze hard to try and force my body to stand, but instead I came down and thank god Kent put supports on, or else the barbell would’ve slung right on top of him. We both ended up on the ground.
“Okay,” Kent said “Not too bad, bro. Probably need to go a little lighter next time, but you’re almost there.
I was too out of breath to speak. My ass and quads were pumping, I had to lean my body forward and curl down to the floor. While my ass was up in the air, Kent slapped it so hard my body shot forward.
“Fuckin, fuck Kent!”
“What? Just how I’m telling you you did good today. Although next time you gotta do better. For real, bro, we can’t be squatting in the competition and look like a bunch of fuckin amateurs.” Kent said. As much as that slap hurt and my ass was still pumping, he was right. We signed up for this and can’t go out there looking like weak idiots.
“Okay, now get up. You’re sweating all over my floor. Gonna get your fuckin’ nasty ass germs everywhere.” Kent has a gym in his parent’s house. Specifically in the guest house. His parents never used it for anything, so Kent decided to move in there last year and set up a gym space so that he could work out in private. He told me about this powerlifting competition and persuaded me to sign up. I trust Kent, so I did, not knowing it was going to be this intense.
I got up off the ground and made my way to the mirror attached to the wall. My usual brown, curly hair was now almost black and flat with how my sweat accumulated in it. I try my best to not be in pain and flex my body. My build was pretty solid. Nicely built arms, broad shoulders, pretty big quads, good calves.
“Now turn around, bro. Gotta see what I’m seein back here, all that cake!” Kent’s such an idiot. But I did turn around and look at it. Damn, it is big. I always knew I had a big ass, but these past few months of training with kent, it’s like it doubled in size. Huh, that’s why I haven’t been able to wear my favorite pants lately.
“Now bro. We really gotta lock in. This competition’s a couple months away and while I’m near my squat goal, you’re nowhere near it buddy.” He put his hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye. His blue eyes were staring directly at me, and his brows were furrowed. “We gotta make a plan so that you can kill this shit, and not look like a fuckin pussy, alright?”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just like fuck. These squats hurt man. My ass is fucking burning.”
“With a fat ass like yours I didn’t even think you could feel any pain back there. Got too much padding.”
Kent chuckled, and I cracked a smile.
Kent grabbed my head and nuggied my wet hair and we both looked in the mirror.
“Finally bro, not being so serious. You know you got a fat ass and can’t feel the pain.” He said while laughing. The nuggie hurt but my legs hurt worse. I struggle to get out, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Ah ah bro. You know the drill, you wanna get out you gotta say the magic word.” Kent said. He knows I hate when he does this. He’s bigger and taller than me and it’s been this way since 8th grade. He got to doing this nuggie shit when we first started training together and I don’t know what the deal is.”
“Just let me go, man.” I say while being wrapped up in his buff arm.
“Say it, and I’ll let you go.”
I could actually start feeling the pain of the nuggie, so I gave it.
“Please let me go, SIR!” I said what he wanted to hear and he let go.
“Music to my ears,” Kent said. He punched my arm and then started flexing in the mirror. “I’m the fuckin man, sir yes sir. Haha”
All I could do was laugh because of how ridiculous he was. Looking in the mirror again, he stood a solid 6 inches taller than me. His black hair was still dry, considering he squats first and I always go last, so he has more time to dry and cool off. His arms were bigger than mine, his shoulders were huge, he has pretty big quads too.
“Liking what you see, bro?” Kent asked. He flexed his arms back and turned his body sideways. “Don’t worry bro, no one can compete with that fat ass of yours. Don’t gotta be so jealous of the rest of me, though.”
I rolled my eyes, “I’m not jealous bro, you got a nice build”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t be falling me, though. Don’t wanna be a fag, do you?” Kent likes to call me that every once in a while. Bro talk, I guess, but he’s always accusing me of that.
“Alright. Let’s talk game plan. We’ll squat again tomorrow after class is over, you come up with a plan to make you squat more weight, and I will too and we’ll compare notes. I’m just trying to help you out Gabe. Again, can’t walk in there looking weak”
“I know I know.” I’ve heard this talk over and over again, but never a game plan to get my squat game up. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m gonna come up with. These hurt so bad today, I don’t know if I’ll be ready to do it all over again tomorrow. Plus some weight, apparently.
I picked up my gym bag, grabbed my water bottle and phone, and headed out. I got into my car, started it and headed home.
Once I got there, I went straight to my room, threw off all my clothes minus my underwear and went straight for my bed. I don’t even care if I’m all sweaty, I need to lay down. After playing on my phone and looking at different body builders talk about what they do to squat more, I turned it off and got out of bed. I went towards the mirror in the corner of my room and started looking at my body.
The sweat was finally starting to dry off, my quad pump was looking nice. I turned around and noticed my ass. I know I looked at it earlier, but in my underwear I could really see it. My briefs had been basically swallowed by how big my ass cheeks were. Two giant backetballs, melons, I don’t know. I just know my ass was fat as hell. And Burning still. Fuck I need to shower and think of a game plan.
After getting out of the shower, I ate breakfast, did my nightly routine, then headed my bed.
Once I woke up, I got dressed. The only clean underwear I had was a jockstrap, which Kent said was good for squatting anyways so I put it on. Probably the only underwear that would fit comfortably anyways. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up, but they struggled around the thighs and ass region. With a hard pull they came up and engulfed my ass. I grabbed a shirt, threw on my backpack and headed to school.
School was boring as per usually. I say Kent at lunch and he reminded me of the game plan idea. I hadn’t even thought about what I was gonna do to squat more later. Let me see, three times the legal limit of pre-workout? No. Moonshoes? No. Lower weights to lift? I would love that, Kent would not, so no.
Once school was out, I got in my car and headed for Kent’s house. He’s gonna be mad when I don’t have an idea for him. Fuck. I’m screwed.
I got to his house and went to his guest house area. He was sitting on the bench playing on his phone. He looked up and back down. “Gabe, bro. Talk to me man. What plan you got for me.”
I put my gym bag on the floor and looked around the room wanting to avoid his line of sight.
“Um, well, I was thinking I could, well, uh” I had nothing planned but wanting to go lower in weight. I couldn’t say that though. Then what’s the point of the competition.
“So, you go nothing.” Kent said and got up. He walked to the mirror, took off his shirt and stared flexing. Gosh, his body is so built. Maybe I am jealous, you don’t get a body like that slacking off. You really gotta work for it. He stopped flexing and turned around.
“Well, then. You’re not gonna like my idea, but you don’t really have a choice now do you?” He went for his gym bag, pulled out a box and threw it at me.
I caught it and looked at it. Butt Plug. The fuck?
“Kent this is a weird gift to give me”
“Not a gift, bro. It’s my plan since you have nothing. I’m gonna tape that down to a bench, once you get to where you can’t lift anymore, you either get up and lift the weight, or you fall on this like a fag.” Kent must be insane. This whole idea is insane.
“But, uh. No, I mean, Kent. What”
“Bro, relax, this is gonna help, trust me. You’re gonna feel this on your asshole and shoot straight up. It’s a genius plan, well if your fat cheeks spread that much to allow this thing to even get up there.” Kent said with a laugh.
“Don’t be a pussy, bro.” He said to me.
“I’m not being a pussy, man. I just don’t want this going up inside me. It’s fuckin sick!”
“Well, it won’t go inside of you if you’re able to lift the weight up.”
I couldn’t respond. This idea was crazy. Kent's calling me a fag but I’m not the one who’s buying butt plugs and shit.
This is not going to be fun.
