[SS-635] Maker's MP3

[MAKER'S MP3]

“Pump, pump, pump all those muscles!”

Kyrol listened intently to the strong yet soothing baritone voice that was blasting from his headphones.

Every command gave him extra energy for another rep. He crushed his barbell bicep raises. He could feel his muscles swelling as he sweated profusely.

He was just a skinny guy six months ago. But because of his diligence in working out, and the guidance of the audio fitness trainer, he was able to gain a massive amount of muscle in a very short period of time.

He was already two hours in the house basement that he turned into a small gym for his own. He did not care if his parents did not approve of his makeover. What was important was he had to be bigger and stronger for a project.

“Pump, pump, pump all those muscles boy! Pump them for me boy!”

Kyrol sat down and started to do dumbell bicep curls. He stared at his contracting arms that was shiny with perspiration. 

His bulge was strained inside his white compression pants. It was something that always happened everytime he worked out, he did not mind that much anymore.

He also stared at the wall mirror. He marvelled at his smooth and ripped body. He was so proud yet so humbled that he imrpoved when he dropped everything— including going to school where he was an academic scholar in— to follow Maker, the creator of the audio fitness mp3 exercise.

He did not care anymore that his family hated him for wasting his opportunity for college. What was important was he had to be bigger and stronger for a project.

“Pump your core!”

Kyrol dropped the dumbell and started doing leg raises. 

The shouts in his ear became louder and louder. His bulge became more pronounced. He felt hotter. 

Then a man entered. He recognized the man. It was Maker, the voice of the mp3 file.

Maker gazed at him.

“Pump. Pump it all for me!”

The voice in his head made it sound like Maker was talking to him telepathically.

Maker started to touch and squeeze on his hard muscles. 

Maker brought his finger to Kyrol’s mouth.

Kyrol sucked the finger. He tasted his salty sweat.

The voice in his ears got louder, “PUMP! PUMP!”

Kyrol bucked and spontaneously came. His semen soaked his compression pants.

The Maker smirked and walked away.

Kyrol smiled. He knew he was close to being the next mannequin.