Crack the Code, ch. 9: Shake It Up (Patreon)

Travis hoped he’d finally get what he’d paid for.  He could have skipped this part entirely and just paid the Code Breaker for a better body, but he’d already paid Hayden for that and it was the principle of the thing.  If he had to pay twice, then he wanted to make sure he wasn’t the only one learning a lesson in the process.

It wasn’t just that Hayden had swindled him out of an exorbitant amount; it was the breach of trust.  The handsome young man had gone out of his way to charm and ingratiate himself into his clients’ lives as much as possible, acting as personal trainer, life coach, and friend, all wrapped up in a single, chiseled package.  Hayden billed himself as a one-stop-shop for physical and mental health, using his own perfectly proportional frame and effervescent personality to woo his wealthy clientele.  He was a classically attractive hunk, with an easy smile, wide, dimpled chin, and hair the color of tarnished bronze.  His shoulders were broad, his arms well-muscled on either side of his prominent pecs, and his waist tapered dramatically enough to draw a person’s gaze to his eye-catching bubble, sturdy thighs, and carefully accentuated bulge.  His smooth skin was always tanned, bringing out the golden highlights in his short cropped hair and adding to a radiant aura of smug, easy-going confidence. The young stud’s demeanor rode the line between “surfer bro” and “frat boy,” not aggressively arrogant but just self-assured enough to be irresistible.  Attention from Hayden made someone feel special, like the gorgeous jock was giving a gift, his cultivated persona of faux-concern making it easy to forget that his clients were paying for the privilege.

Travis kicked himself for ignoring his instincts and not immediately seeing through the ruse.  Now nearly forty, he had at least a decade on the handsome grifter and enough life experience that he should have seen Hayden coming from a mile away.  But a part of him wanted to buy into the fantasy.  He wanted to believe that the friendly Adonis really did care, that there was genuine affection behind his flirting charm.  And whether the feelings were real or not did nothing to diminish the older man’s enjoyment of their presentation.  Travis wasn’t above appreciating the sensation of Hayden’s strong hands on his body as the younger man spotted him, nor was he above taking in the view when the strapping stud would casually strip out of his tank-top or t-shirt.  Travis knew it was for his benefit.  Hayden was well aware of his status as a gay man, and it didn’t escape Travis’s notice that the younger man’s wardrobe became considerably more revealing after that specific aspect of his personality was made known.

The older man wasn't entirely naive.  Travis never actually believed that Hayden had any real romantic interest in him or that anything would ever happen between them.  They were on two different levels physically and financially, with Hayden having the upper hand on the former, while he dominated on the latter.  He wasn’t unattractive, Travis maintained a frame that was fit and trim, though one that would never be mistaken for athletic, and while he had a handsome enough face, his increasingly-weathered skin and thinning brunette scalp made the age difference between them abundantly clear.  Still, the notion that, after a certain age, “there aren’t any leagues” was never one he’d bought into.  Hayden could land anyone he had the slightest interest in with the slightest effort, and Travis didn’t think the smoldering pretty-boy was actually looking for a Sugar Daddy.  Nor did he have an interest in becoming one.  Travis simply assumed that, much like himself, the younger man just enjoyed the attention.

He certainly never would have guessed the sheer magnitude of Hayden’s deception.  It wasn’t until a painful bout of kidney stones landed him in the ER that Travis had any real reason to question the other man’s background.  Vitamins and supplements were brought up at the hospital while discussing possible causes, and when Travis said he took a custom blend every day as part of his personal training regimen, the doctor suggested that he take a closer look at the ingredients.  Of course, nothing was listed on the “Hayden” branded products, so Travis sent them off for testing, finally pulling the thread that caused the illusion to come crashing down.  It wasn’t just that the “protein” powders and various “vitamins” weren’t a personally tailored blend as promised; they were nothing of the sort.  All Travis had been taking for the past several months was a borderline-toxic placebo, a questionable concoction purchased from parts unknown and plastered with the young hunk’s handsome face.

Travis questioned everything after that.  He’d paid for a thorough background check, discovering in the process that it was all a lie.  None of the credentials or certifications were real, none of Hayden’s supposed professional experience had ever occurred, and the younger man actually had warrants out in multiple states for alleged identity theft.  Hayden wasn’t an established personal trainer, nutrition expert, or coach of any kind; he was nothing more than a handsome grifter who’d flunked out of college and conned his way across the country.

It was while researching his options for possible legal recourse that Travis had come across the Code Breaker, and the idea was instantly appealing.  Hayden was evidently very skilled at escaping accountability for his actions, and Travis knew that if he hired a lawyer or called the police the younger man would just bolt again.  The Code Breaker, on the other hand, offered a solution as thorough as it was inescapable.  It wouldn’t be cheap but Travis could afford it, and he was still a firm believer that some things were worth paying for.  Though, after his experience with Hayden, he’d required proof up front that the Code Breaker’s claims were real.  Unlike with the handsome hunk, Travis’s every instinct told him that the deceptively intimidating man sitting behind the computer was everything he said and more, but he wasn’t going to be taken in as easily again.

So when he’d watched the Code Breaker’s fingers fly across the keyboard and experienced a brief head-to-toe tingle, Travis wasn’t sure how to feel.  He’d been more than a little surprised to turn around in his chair and find a full-length mirror suddenly standing behind him, and that surprise turned to numb shock when he’d climbed to his feet.

He’d felt the change before he saw it, a subtle redistribution of his weight that was confirmed when he lifted the bottom of his shirt and discovered a flatter, firmer midsection.  At the same time, his normally-flat rear had plumped and swelled just enough to become a noticeable set of cheeks, as if the excess weight had shifted from one spot on his body to another.  It was a subtle alteration, not one that would draw any attention from anyone else, yet to Travis it felt like he’d become an entirely different person.  He hadn’t said anything about it to the Code Breaker, but the changes, a flatter stomach and a nicer ass, were some of the exact results he’d been hoping to achieve with Hayden.

It was all the proof he’d needed.  In his initial excitement Travis had actually asked about achieving his end goal right then and there, but the Code Breaker suggested a much more entertaining option.  He’d said he could make Hayden’s claims legitimate, that he could give the younger man the opportunity to actually provide his clients with the kind of tailored supplements and attention he promised.  He’d said that since Hayden clearly excelled at using his body to get what he wanted, he could give the chiseled stud the chance to take that to the next level.  He’d assured Travis that he’d still achieve his physical goals in record time, since the new formula Hayden provided would be the real thing.  And he’d get to have some more fun along the way.  Travis had agreed on the spot, his only stipulation being that he get to witness everything unfold for the first time.

Now, his heart raced as he opened the door and let himself into Hayden’s studio, uncertain what to expect.  As always, the only other person present was the handsome jock at the far side of the room, looking as stunning as ever at one of the weight racks.  Their appointments were always staggered in such a way that Travis never crossed paths with another of Hayden’s clients.  It was a technique the younger man said he used to make everyone feel like they were his only priority, but which really kept them from being able to talk to each other later and compare notes.

Travis didn’t know how or when things would start to happen.  So far, everything appeared as it always did.  Hayden was dressed in his usual outfit of tank-top and shorts, the teal shirt clinging to his sculpted torso like a second skin while the slate bottoms stopped at mid-thigh, showing off his granite globes and impressive bulge.  Travis waved when the younger man finished with the weights, but the greeting he was about to call across the room dried up in his throat when things took a turn.

It happened in the literal blink of an eye.  One moment Hayden had been dressed as usual, but in the fraction of a second it took for Travis’s lids to snap shut and reopen, the other man’s attire took a drastic shift.  The teal tank-top had become cropped, stopping just below the prominent pecs it now barely covered and leaving Hayden’s washboard on full display.  At the same time, the slate shorts had lightened to a heather-white, going from a thick mesh to a tissue-thin nylon that now stopped at the younger man’s upper thigh.  The shorts were split at the sides, exposing Hayden’s muscled quads to the point where they were little more than underwear.  And to that point, it was immediately obvious that the only thing containing the sculpted stud’s hefty package was the sewn-in lining, as every inch of the thick hose and plump balls were clearly outlined.  Travis instinctively expected Hayden to panic, but other than a series of rapid blinks the younger man appeared unphased.

“T-Dog!  ‘Sup, big guy,” Hayden grinned, trotting across the room.  The tone of his voice and his sparkling smile were both as cheerful as ever, and even his body language gave the impression that he was somehow perfectly comfortable in the revealing attire.

Travis forced his eyes away from the younger man’s prominently shifting bulge and inspected Hayden’s expression for any spark of awareness, but found none.  He did manage to catch the nearly-naked hunk’s eyes traveling up and down his own frame in an unaccustomed manner, the sparkling blue pools lingering with a new, obvious hunger.  “You’re looking good,” Travis said, curious whether or not he could call attention to the altered clothing.

Instead of acknowledging his own appearance, Hayden’s hand reached out and clamped onto one of the older man’s inflated cheeks.  “So are you,” he whistled, raising an eyebrow as he squeezed and bounced the supple mound.  “What’s goin’ on back here, champ?”

Travis couldn’t help but notice the way the hand lingered.  He worried for a moment at the throb it sent to the front of his own small gym shorts, but a small voice in his head reminded him that it was to be expected.  It was necessary, even.  “Must be all the hard work paying off,” he shrugged, before reaching down to return the gesture with one of Hayden’s muscled globes.  “Still have a long way to go before I’m on this level.  But, then again, I don’t walk around with mine hanging out like that.  I still don’t know how you get away with wearing so little all the time.”  Travis didn’t know where that last part came from.  He hadn’t intended to say it but the words slipped out on their own, bringing with them the new memories of Hayden’s altered wardrobe.  Everything the young man wore was now a variation of his current outfit, its revealing nature made all the more so when Travis noticed a sudden twitching from the younger man’s outlined cock.  The accentuated organ wasn’t getting hard, not exactly, but it had swelled noticeably.

“Just lucky I guess,” Hayden said after a moment.  “With a job like mine it definitely helps.”

“I’m certainly not complaining,” Travis said, his mouth once again moving of its own accord.  “Since you have this reaction around everyone, at least there’s enough to go around.”  He nodded at the bulge that loomed like a large fist, eliciting a slight round of blushing from the younger man when it swelled a bit more.  Travis’s own cock surged at both the sight, and the new knowledge of what caused it.  Hayden’s body would start to produce his “special formula” whenever he was around other adults.  It didn’t matter if they were men, women, or elsewhere along the gender spectrum; just being near someone else would be enough to get the young stud churning.  And when he started churning, he started growing.

“I don’t have THIS reaction around everyone,” Hayden winked, giving Travis’s rear another squeeze.  “My clients get the good stuff.”

“No arguments there,” the older man grinned.  He reached down and gave the brunette’s swelling balls a gentle squeeze, suddenly remembering that such contact between them was now entirely normal.

Hayden shook his head, but he didn’t pull away.  “Uh-uh.  Workout first, boss.  THEN you get your shake.”

“Fiiiine,” Travis sighed with an exaggerated slump of his shoulders, letting the younger man lead him over to a treadmill for his warm up.

From there the session proceeded more or less the same as always, with the exception of Hayden’s steadily swelling bulge.  The inflating package grew so large it pulled the front of the younger man’s shorts down, exposing the top of his trimmed bush while the grapefruit balls eventually spilled out the bottom.  Travis was thrilled at the sight for several reasons, not the least of which was the knowledge that, with his revealing new wardrobe, Hayden would be putting himself on display in such a manner whenever he was in a crowd or around even a single person.  There’d be no hiding either his special condition or his near-constant arousal, especially when the fattened hose stopped growing larger and started growing harder.

Travis couldn’t help himself.  Much to Hayden’s apparent enjoyment he’d been giving the growing bulge occasional squeezes throughout the session, tickling the exposed orbs when they spilled free and filling both hands with the heavy equipment.  The younger man was taking the opportunity to do the same to him between sets and exercises, but Travis’s rigid six-and-a-half inches was nothing like the 40oz monster that sprang up from the waist of Hayden’s pointless little shorts.

“Looks like we’re almost done brewing,” the older man said, giving the young stud’s imposing cock a few tugs to further prime the pump.

“Sure gettin’ there,” Hayden groaned, peeling out of his shorts.  “Guess we can lose these,” he chuckled, flexing his exposed cheeks for the older man.  The sight of the sculpted Adonis in nothing but a crop-top and sneakers with his heaping equipment hanging hard and heavy between his perfectly proportioned thighs was nearly enough to make Travis cum on its own.  It didn’t help when Hayden slipped a hand into his own shorts and began stroking, the same charming grin beaming from his wide jaw.  “One last set of bench presses and we can call it,” he said, his voice low and sultry.

Travis didn’t try to stop him when Hayden tugged his shorts and boxer briefs down.  He felt like he should have been embarrassed, but it all seemed entirely normal as he dropped down onto the bench, his cock pointing skyward while the younger man’s imposing beast and melon balls loomed above his face.  He forced himself to focus on the repetitive motions while Hayden spotted him, but as soon as he was finished he grabbed the oversized log, pressed it to his face, and gave the broad underside a long, slow lick.

“Hey now,” Hayden laughed, gently pulling away.  “We have to add yours to the mix before it’s ready.  You want me to suck it out, or do you want me to take a seat?”

“You’ve been working hard…you can take a seat.”  Travis couldn’t believe what he was saying, or the casual way in which he said it.  He was just as surprised when Hayden casually stepped over his prone frame on the bench and straddled his midsection, slowly lowering himself until he was impaled on the older man’s oozing, eager rod.

“OOOoohhhhhh yeeessssss…” the overly-hung hunk moaned, his sculpted arms flexing as he locked them behind his head.  His whole torso was a sea of writhing definition as he began rolling his hips and rocking on Travis’s lap, his hulking cock and heaping balls dragging like a fleshy anchor across the older man’s stomach.

Travis didn’t last long.  The sight of Hayden’s gorgeous face twisting ecstatically, coupled with the sensation of his tight hole and muscled thighs working in unison, pushed the pinned man over the edge.  Travis bit back a triumphant howl as he came, loving the shudder that ran through Hayden as he unleashed load after load into the fit young hunk.

“NOW we’re ready,” Hayden said, his pecs heaving as his cock started oozing.  “You want it straight from the tap or in a cup?”

“Let’s do a cup,” Travis said, letting the younger man pull him to his feet.  They hurried over to the counter and grabbed a glass, positioning it in front of Hayden’s oozing monster as the older man went around behind and began kneading the whimpering Adonis’s massive balls with one hand while stroking the turgid log with the other.  Travis felt like he was milking a cow as he tugged on the wide shaft and kneaded the makeshift udder, a comparison that became more apt when Hayden finally erupted.  The young stud’s smooth wail echoed around the gym for what seemed like minutes as he spasmed and spurted a steady stream, unleashing enough of the honey-scented liquid to fill the tumbler.  The release was just as oversized as the organ that produced it, spewing forth enough to fill the twelve-ounce glass to the brim.

By the time Travis had drained the glass, he was surprised to see Hayden’s girthy package already shrinking back to its regular, still-impressive size.  However, they both knew the reprieve was a temporary one, as the horny hunk’s organ would start to grow again as soon as he was near someone else.  It would start up again in a few minutes if Travis was still there, which the older man had ensured by booking a double session.

“How’d it taste,” Hayden asked, as if he was inquiring about a cup of coffee and not nearly a pint of his own altered cum.

Travis wiped his mouth and smiled.  Far from the salty, musky liquid other men created, Hayden’s special brew was sweet, still thick and viscous but more like an actual protein shake than anything else.  “Delicious as always,” he said, his body already buzzing with a strange vigor.  The Code Breaker hadn’t specified exactly how many doses of the young man’s brew it would take to reach his end goal, but he hoped it wouldn’t be too quick.

After all, Hayden had talked him into signing a two-year contract, and he wanted to make sure he got his money’s worth.