The Bodyguards – 2 (Patreon)

Here's chapter 1 if you haven't read it yet

(This story contains Brothers, Muscle Growth, Pecs, Milking, Cock Growth, Balls Growth, Off-Season Mass, Inflation)

Of course, I’d known most of what there was to know about them before they ever set foot in my office. It had taken my research team less than twenty minutes to discover everything there was to find online—and there was lots of material. When the team sent me their findings, I had a very enjoyable deep dive that lasted most of the night.

The first photos of them were from their senior year of high school. They were beardless then, but already built like athletes, holding aloft a trophy, surrounded by the rest of their swim team. They were big back then, for sure, but nothing extraordinary—just average jocks like you might see on any campus.

In college, they’d continued to swim competitively, and their shoulders had widened by inches with every passing year. They ought to have stopped growing years before, but somehow their swimming trunks continued to bulge more with every passing month. And in the photos from each swim meet, they seemed to be manlier, more thickly muscled, than they’d been at the one before. They were already the biggest on the team by sophomore year, and by graduation they made everyone else look like twigs.

After college they went to work for a few months, helping their dad out at the junkyard he owned, leading to even more muscle growth and a lot of sweaty candid photos—they both had Instagram by this point, and around now was the start of their actual online presence. They both went through a moustache phase (strong Henry Cavill vibes), and moved back to Paris the following fall.

It was after that that they started to get more serious about bodybuilding. They started a Youtube channel (Stallion—not very subtle, but not inaccurate either) where they posted training vids every single day. It was all about getting big, eating right, and lifting heavy. They seemed to have an incredible work ethic. Their swimmer’s builds were long gone by this point—when they posted a throwback photo shoot a few years later, it looked like they’d doubled in size since their college years.

It didn’t take them long to figure out what their followers liked. The brothers became thirst trap experts, and their clothing dwindled as their follower count multiplied. Their posing routines at the end of their clips were sweaty, swaggering, outrageously self-confident. They were nearly always shirtless by then, and they couldn’t seem to get through a video without openly commenting on each other’s bodies, sometimes in obscene ways.

“Look at these sick veins, bro!” (Closeup on a muscular flexed arm. A hand comes into frame to grip the cannonball-sized bicep. The camera lingers a little too long on his hairy armpit.) “You like that, don’t you?” (The brother onscreen flips off the camera with a perfect, toothy smile.)

“Damn, bro. Look at this dump truck!” (A hand with outstretched fingers tries to grab one of his brother’s enormous glutes. But he can’t quite get a grip—the amount of muscle mass is too big for one hand. The shorts are off, only a thin pair of underwear keeping their skin from touching. The owner of the ass starts laughing. Zoom in on the jiggling cake.)

One time one of them spent almost five minutes just admiring his brother’s impressive chest gains. Eventually, feeling up his pecs, he tried to pinch his brother’s nipples. His brother batted his hand away and laughed. But there was a glimmer in his eye that drove me crazy.

In later videos, the horseplay started to move farther south.

(Another video: one of the brothers presents his titanic quads to the camera. The cameraman uses his big hand to push his brother’s humongous bulge out of the way. “Get your fat cock out of frame. We’re here to see the gains!” Pan up to the brother’s cheeky grin: “What if I gained some mass there, too?” Pan back down to his shorts, where he’s suddenly squeezing his meat through the thin silky fabric. The head of his cock is perfectly visible, almost the size of a peach.)

There are videos of them skipping rope in slow motion, bulges flopping, of them arm wrestling each other, eating too much after a workout, cramming each other with protein shakes, trying on posing straps for the first time—one of their most-viewed videos—wrestling each other, pushing their stuffed bulges into each other’s faces for “revenge”...and that’s only about 10% of the content.

What really caught my attention was the first video where they mention pumping their dicks. It’s only a quick aside in a training video, and probably flew under the radar for most people, or read as a joke. But there was no mistaking the excitement in their eyes when it came up.

“I mean, muscles aren't the only thing we’re pumping bigger around here.”

“Yeah, our dicks too, obviously! Hahaha!”

His laugh was loud and coarse. With his hand he cupped his crotch with his big hands, showing the camera the mass swelling beneath the fabric.

The second brother’s face was suddenly very close to the camera. “Bigger is always better,” he intoned.

Then they cut away and their workout continued as though nothing had happened. The only tell was that one of them was still half-erect from the pumping conversation. I could see him hiding the bulge behind weights and machines.

Once they had a few hundred thousand followers, the next step was Onlyfans. Their viewers had been hounding them to make one for years.

I wonder how long it took them to accept this fate; to become what they had, in some sense, always been training to be. They were giving in to their followers, but I think to a certain extent they were also giving in to something in themselves. I was certain that these two had grown up totally without bodily shame, with no fear of being naked in front of each other or anyone else—their videos made that obvious. But starting an Onlyfans together was definitely taking things to the next level.

My eyebrows went up when I saw the price. Forty bucks a month—it was clear they knew their worth.

The first video they ever did is still pinned to the top of the account. It’s titled The Stallions Revealed, followed by a few suggestive emoji.

It starts out as a regular training vid, like any of the ones they’d been making for years, but halfway through things start to escalate rapidly. One of them is flexing, and the other starts touching him in ways that go beyond anything they ever did on YouTube. He kneads his brother’s thick chest, then pinches his nipples hard. This time, his brother does not bat his hand away—instead he moans loudly, embracing it. The fingers wander down his abs and slip inside his brother's waistband. The camera pans upward to a steep angle shot of his face; it’s almost fully blocked by his massive pecs.

“Go on,” he whispers, winking. “Let ’em see.”

Obediently panning back down, the camera brother’s meaty paw slowly pulls down the shorts to reveal neatly trimmed hair, followed by a tremendous soft mass of cock. Normally every part of their bodies is hard as stone, trained and buffed and burnished to perfection. This shot gives us a first taste of something completely different.

I remember how my mouth started to water seeing them naked for the first time.

The penis now coming into view is massively fat. Even soft, they are packing heavy artillery. The base of the cock is as thick as the wrist of the big hand pulling down the waistband. Wide blue veins connect the cock to his Adonis belt. More and more cock is still coming into view. Finally his brother has to comment.

“Fuck, this thing is massive. Look at it!”

The brother behind the camera grabs the base and squeezes it, making its owner groan loudly. “Stop it! Get the rest out. These shorts are tight as fuck.”

One more yank: the shorts fall to the floor and the cock is finally free. It truly looks like it belongs on a horse and not a man. His brother holds his forearm up next to it.

“That’s 10 and a half inches of stallion cock for you. Wait, I wanna show mine!”

There is some fumbling as he juggles the camera, and then he reveals himself. Not to be outdone by his brother, he takes his shirt off as well as his shorts, his pecs flexing up and down happily.

They drop the camera on a lifting bench and arrange themselves right in front of it, thigh against thigh. Their cocks hung free and heavy, almost a mirror image of each other—that’s how similar they are.

They start flexing, as though this is their involuntary reaction to the presence of the camera. Their hefty manhoods start to stretch in length.

“Flexing always gets me hard.”

“Same.”

One of the brothers turns sideways, loudly whacking his brother in the leg with his cock.

“Haha! Be careful with that thing!”

“Look who’s talking.”

The recipient of the blow is getting hard rapidly now. His foreskin pulls back fully, revealing a bloated, mushroom-shaped cock head. He seems to be a shower and a grower—getting hard makes his cock even bigger than it already was.

“Look at that beast,” the other says, picking up the camera for a close-up. We get a glimpse of his own cock as he shifts the camera, revealing that he is equally rigid.

In the last seconds of the clip, they hold both dicks right next to each other for the camera, seeing who is bigger. Their hands, huge in every other context, seem very small all of a sudden.

“You wanna know how big these can grow?”

“’Cause we’re gonna find out!”

Now that I’d seen them in person, I realized that in the years since that early video, they had grown a lot, and not just in muscle—in cock size as well. I could hardly contain my lust for the two of them: it blew my mind, how perfect they were. They wanted to grow, and I was going to be the one to make their dreams come true.

I returned to my desk and started up a cam app. By now, my bodyguards would have arrived in their new home, a penthouse loft I’d set up for them, lovingly filled with HD cameras and microphones.

As long as they worked for me, they would live on the 28th floor of my apartment building. They had the whole floor to themselves. There were three bathrooms, several bedrooms, a large, fully-stocked kitchen, a gym, a sauna, and even a pool. Everything you would need after a hard day’s work.

After they arrived, the brothers dropped their bags and immediately took off their jackets and shirts.

“I have to get out of these.”

“It’s fucking hot in here.”

I checked the temperature I’d set for them and smiled.

Their pecs were finally free again. God, they were so fucking big already!

The two brothers gave themselves their first tour of the apartment, their excitement building with every room they saw.

“Damn, this place is even bigger than I thought!”

“Fuck, look at this gym! We’re gonna get so fucking big here, I can already tell.”

“Hey. Did you see this?”

One of them had found a chest in the middle of the home gym—three drawers filled with hundreds of clearly labeled syringes, pills, and bottles.

“Holy fuck, this is the holy grail of juicing. They thought of everything!”

His brother is bewildered. “This stash has got to be worth a hundred thousand dollars.”

“We’re gonna blow up in no time, bro.”

“Bigger than anyone on the fucking planet. We promised the boss.”

“Damn, look at this.”

I watched as one of them reached deep into the little pharmacy and pulled out a tube.

“What is it?”

His brother gave him a broad smile.

“Penis enlargement cream!”

“Is that real? I don’t think there’s even anything like that on the market,” his brother says doubtfully.

“We’re trying it. Pull your fucking pants down.”

It was a big contrast to the Onlyfans videos. I couldn’t believe how much larger their cocks had gotten. Since their last video they must have really stepped up their pills-and-pumping regimen. Their underwear was absolutely begging for mercy.

Hanging between their voluptuous thighs were two 14-inch soft cocks that looked as thick as wine bottles. They had definitely surpassed stallion status now! I had never seen two bigger cocks in my life. I could feel my fascination with these men growing. I couldn’t believe they wanted to be bigger still.

The one with the tube went to work. He squeezed a big blob of cream into his hand and proceeded to cover his own meat with a thick layer, then he did the same for his brother. The tube, which would have lasted an average man a month, was empty within five minutes. As their skin absorbed the cream, their dicks started to look slightly red...and maybe even a little swollen.

“This shit tingles. I feel like I just took a hormone bath.”

“Me too, bro. The new boss is gonna be so impressed when he sees us tomorrow. A big kahuna like that needs prime beef working for him. We’ve got to keep getting bigger for him.”

“You saw his face, right? I know he liked what he was seeing.”

“Of course he did. Who could resist these?” his brother said, flexing his enormous cannonball biceps.

“Damn right.”

“Look, there’s another tube in here. Let’s do another one and then start pumping. We’ll surprise him tomorrow.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s do it!”

I had opened my pants and freed my own cock. As they moved from camera to camera, I watched them for hours. When I finally came, I was only thinking one thing.

This will be even easier than I expected. Grow, my little muscle heads! Grow!