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By Josef Howard
(c) 2009

Sometimes the most magical of places appear the most mundane. Sometimes instead of finding them in far away exotic places, you find them right under your nose.

So it was with the carnicería in the strip mall near Jonah’s gym. Jonah wouldn’t even have gone there if he hadn’t been hungry after a long butt-busting leg workout and hadn’t realized he had nothing in the refrigerator had home.

Jonah didn’t know what to expect inside the store. He didn’t speak Spanish, and he didn’t have the faintest idea what kind of meat an ethnic meat market sold.

Hearing the butcher greet him in unaccented English as he walked in the front door was his first surprise. The next one came has he looked up and across the counter at the biggest man he had ever seen in person in his whole life. Jonah had been working out three years, since his last year of college, at a serious bodybuilding gym, but no one he’d seen there, including some of the top rank amateurs who occasionally passed through town, came close to the size of the man behind the counter. Dressed in a white apron over an obscenely tight t-shirt, every mound, ripple and ridge of his shoulder, arm and chest muscles could be seen bouncing as he moved.

Jonah’s mouth dropped at the sight of him, and it took a few minutes before he snapped out of it. By then his cock was rock hard and tenting the front of his gym pants. The butcher was staring, but smiling. Jonah blushed.

“What can I get you?” the butcher asked.

“W-w-what’s fresh?” Jonah responded.

“Everything. We cut all our own meat here in the store. And it’s all the highest quality, tender, and with all the fat trimmed. You work out?”

Jonah was flattered a guy that big even noticed his muscles. He’d put on some size since he started lifting, but he was barely over two hundred pounds even though he was almost six feet tall. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“How about a nice big, lean steak, then? How about if I wrap up several big cuts for you. There’s no better meat than what I sell here when you’re trying to pack on muscle. Chicken may be lower in fat, but this has more muscle building nutrients.” The butcher flexed an arm and up popped a biceps head almost as big as Jonah’s head, with a pair of pencil-sized veins snaking on either side of it. “I eat it two or three times a day, myself.”

Jonah didn’t make much money, and since it was towards the end of the month, he didn’t have much cash, but the way that mountain of muscle was flirting with him, Jonah just didn’t have the will to say no. As he watched passively, the butcher filled a big paper bag with several different cuts of meat, weighing each one, wrapping it in brown paper and marking it with a black magic marker.

The total was surprisingly low, considering everything he put in the bag, but it cleaned out Jonah’s wallet nonetheless. As he took Jonah’s money, the butcher held out a beefy paw and introduced himself. “Miguel,” he said with a broad smile that sent blood rushing to Jonah’s groin all over again.

As Jonah walked out he was sorry he’d bought so much, not just because he couldn’t afford it. He was sorry he wouldn’t have an excuse to come back again soon.

Jonah may have regretted spending money he didn’t have, but he didn’t let it stop him from enjoying the meat. Inspired by the butcher, he started eating meat three times a day – a breakfast steak, a lean hamburger for lunch and prime rib for dinner. It may have just been the placebo effect, but he started lifting heavier at the gym that week. By the following weekend, when he’d finished the last of his bag of meat, he’d added twenty pounds to his bench press and was ten pounds heavier.

It could have just been fat or water weight, but for the first time in months he was putting on size again. So that weekend he went back to the carnicería again after his workout and bought as much meat as he could afford. Miguel was just as friendly as the first time, and even claimed he could tell Jonah had put on size. As he packed up another paper bag, he winked at Jonah and told him he was slipping in a little extra for his new little friend. “You come back again next week,”


As the weeks went by, Jonah spent more money on food than he’d ever spent before in his whole life, but he couldn’t argue with the results. Every week he was stronger, heavier, and noticeably bigger. His old gym buddies thought he was shooting up and some of them stopped chatting him up between sets, but that was okay, because all of a sudden the bigger guys at the gym were getting friendly with him. Guys he’d lusted after from across the gym floor for years were coming up and shaking his hand, asking his name, and asking him when he’d joined. It was as though he’d been invisible to them the last few years, but now that he was their size, now that he was in their league, they finally saw him. Not that any of them came on to him. No, unfortunately they all seemed to be straight. Their sentences trailed off and their heads spin away the minute some busty fitness chick walked on the floor and Jonah was reminded that even though they treated him like a buddy, he’d never be able to date one of them.

It was all the more reason for Jonah to turn his attention to Miguel, who lavished ever more charm on him as he slid up the size ladder. By the time Jonah tipped the scale at two fifty, Miguel started getting into long conversations with him. There were never other customers in the store on Sunday morning when Jonah shopped, and sometimes Miguel sat Jonah down at one of the small tables near the window and made him an extra thick roast beef sandwich, extra rare, and poured them both a mug of coffee. He smiled and laughed and told Jonah how good it was to spend time with him and how much he looked forward to his visits.

And then one Sunday, as they sat in the sun streaming in the store front window, Miguel put his powerful paw on Jonah’s big, round shoulder. His smile faded. His eyes widened. His lower lip quivered and he leaned close to kiss him.

At that moment the bell attached to the front door rang. Miguel turned quickly away and welcomed the new customer. It took Jonah a moment longer to recover from what he had hoped might be his first intimate moment with the object of his weeks-old crush. When he turned to see who had interrupted them, he was in equal parts jealous and titillated. The gentleman who had entered was nearly the equal of Miguel in size and shape and smiled broadly, first at Miguel, upon whom he must have shared Jonah’s crush, and then at Jonah, whose body, beyond merely budding, had reached the size of a top professional bodybuilder.

Armando apologized for interrupting Miguel’s break from work, but Miguel greeted him as warmly as he greeted Jonah, clasping his meaty forearm and then his shoulder as he shook his hand and stared deeply into his eyes. It was plain that Miguel’s affection was not exclusive.

It was also plain that Jonah was not the only man to have discovered the tremendous anabolic effects of the carnicería’s meat. As Jonah watched Miguel fill Armando’s order and stared at the gargantuan muscles that jumped and bunched over Armando’s body at his slightest movement, he wondered how many other men were beneficiaries of the carnicería’s wares. He fantasized about meeting them all, or better yet, spending a few hours in the company of them all at one time. Were they all as friendly toward other men as the two he had met?

That night Jonah’s fantasies of Miguel took a new twist as he imagined him with his other customers, and his customers with each other, tens of them, perhaps hundreds, and diving into a room full of them as the ingénue, the neophyte, but allowing them to initiate him into their companionship.

Jonah had never been particularly focused on his job. Though he had a college degree and a career in his chosen field, he’d had a difficult time transitioning from the relative freedom of college, with long stretches of leisure between lectures, and lots of days of sleeping late, to getting up at dawn every day and working eight to ten hours at a desk without interruption.

As his body grew larger and it became more difficult to keep up with buying bigger suits and shirts, he became more lackadaisical about his appearance. He blatantly violated the company dress code. At first his boss ignored his transgressions, but eventually it became too much for the company to overlook. Jonah’s enormous size, his slovenly dress, and his unwillingness to put in as much time on the job as his peers began to be seen as an unconscionable lack of commitment.

The week that Jonah topped the scales at 260, his boss took him aside and told him they were letting him go. He thanked him for two good years of work, but he told him it was obvious his interests lay outside of his job and urged him to pursue something he enjoyed more, like bodybuilding or training.

Although Jonah was glad to be shed of his boring job, he was also anxious about his finances. He had no savings, several thousand in credit card debt, car payments, a big student loan, and his food bill alone was over a thousand a month. Without his pay check he’d never be able to continue eating the way he had. Without eating the carnicería’s unusual meat, he would stop growing, maybe even lose the size he’d gained in the last few weeks.

That weekend he cashed his final paycheck and went into the carnicería. Miguel could tell immediately that something was wrong with him.

“What is the matter my little friend?” he asked sympathetically.

Jonah smiled wanly. Miguel was one of the few men on earth who could still call him his “little friend”. “No great problem, Miguel. It’s just that this week I lost my job, and unfortunately my finances are not as robust as my body.”

Miguel fingered his chin as he looked his friend over. “Perhaps you could help me in the carnicería a few hours each week. I could not afford to pay you much, but I could pay you some of your wages in food.”

Jonah’s heart jumped inside his broad, beefy chest. Working with Miguel? He would have agreed if he’d had to work for free. “I’m afraid I don’t know anything about being a butcher,” Jonah said.

“What is there for you to know? You don’t need to cut the meat. I do that. You only have to weigh it, wrap it, and work the cash register.” Miguel extended his meaty hand. “What do you say?”

Jonah shook it and smiled so wide he thought he would never be able to get rid of his grin.

Miguel came around the counter. “Come here, my little friend.” Miguel wrapped his immense arms around Jonah and hugged him tightly, and as their bodies were pressed tightly against each other, Jonah thought he felt wood in Miguel’s loose pants, great thick and immensely long wood, equal to the man it sprouted from, and in response he grew hard and wet himself.


Some of Jonah’s pay for his new job at the carnicería was free meat. The cash he took home beyond that was just enough to keep him from bankruptcy after he gave up his apartment, put most of his things in storage and moved in with a straight friend from work who let him sleep on the sofa.

Jonah could have moved home to live with his parents after losing his job, but they lived across the state, too far from the sustenance he required from the carnicería, and too far from Miguel, who he still fantasized about, though Miguel seemed even more careful to maintain distance between them now that Jonah was his employee.

Jonah might have turned his physical attentions on other men. Lord knows that almost any gay man would have given his right arm to sleep with Jonah, now that he was humongous. But Jonah lived in one of the smaller, more conservative cities in Texas without a single meeting place for gay men. Before his infatuation with Miguel, Jonah had contented himself with occasional weekend trips to Dallas, Houston, Austin or even San Antonio.

Jonah kept his gym membership, and gorging on the meat from the carnicería kept him packing the pounds on his already formidable physique. In a few weeks he was close to three hundred pounds, and he was so incredibly cut that he could stick the tips of his fingers in the grooves between his abs. His waist was only thirty inches, but his chest was fifty-eight inches, his thighs were thirty-one inches. But Jonah was proudest of his arms. They were twenty-four inches cold. Jonah was bigger than his largest bodybuilding idols. So big that people stared when he walked down the street.

Even though he couldn’t afford it, Jonah drove to the nearest big city with gay night life one weekend so he could spend some time with men would appreciated what he had to offer. Jonah had always gravitated to bigger guys. Now there were no guys bigger than him when he went out, but he got off on BEING the big guy who fulfilled the littler guys’ fantasies. He rounded up two, three or four guys at a time, took them back to his cheap motel and fucked them to a frazzle. Wherever he went, he was a walking party favor, drawing guys who didn’t even know each other together and getting them so hot they were willing to do anything he wanted to do to them, or to each other.

The guys he corralled may not have been as big as he was, but all of them were really hot. They were guys he would never have attracted a few months ago. Gay muscle builders bigger than he used to be and big-dicked daddies who loved muscles.

At the end of the weekend, his cash all gone and several hundred dollars more in debt, Jonah lamented the end of it all and wished he could have just a slice of the joy he had found back at home at the source of the size that had made it all possible.

Jonah found that not all of Miguel’s customers were big muscle men. Many of them were ordinary Latinas buying food for their families. But the ordinary customers were given different cuts of meat than the bodybuilders. Jonah also began to notice turnover among the bodybuilders who came to the carnicería. Guys would come by every week for several weeks or months, and he’d see them pack on pound after pound. Then eventually they seemed to stop coming in and new guys replaced them, smaller men just as eager and loyal as the ones that preceded them. What happened to them, Jonah wondered. Was it possible you could stop eating the meat from the carnicería and keep the size you gained? He found it hard to believe they could lose interest in being big.

Jonah didn’t. He was just shy of three hundred and twenty pounds now, and he still craved more size and more strength. Every time he pushed out a set of twelve squats with eleven hundred pounds on his oxen shoulders, or pumped out five sets of eight hundred pounds on his bench, he threw a boner inside his loose fitting gym pants. The guys next to him sometimes noticed it, but they understood, because they knew if they could lift the kind of weight he could, they’d get hard too. In fact some of the straightest ones DID get hard just watching him. Jonah began to wonder whether they might even be available to him now that his development had leaped into the stratosphere.

Jonah also learned that Miguel was married. He had a wife and three small children that occasionally came into the shop. It didn’t convince him that Miguel didn’t fuck men, because he saw how Miguel eyed all of the big customers, and he saw the charm he lavished on them.

One afternoon at the beginning of Jonah’s shift as he walked into the market instead of being greeted by Miguel’s broad grin from behind the counter, he heard the faint sounds of sex from the back room. The sound of the bell over the front door didn’t distract whoever was going at it in the least. Maybe they didn’t even hear it. Jonah walked as quietly as he could around behind the counter and looked into the backroom as he kept the bulk of his body hidden around the corner.

It was Miguel of course, with one of their biggest customers, a guy named Henry. Miguel had sat Henry on the butcher table, naked, his legs up over his head, as Miguel plunged his formidable cock into his ass with slowly, surely, both of them lost in pleasure. After a few minutes, Jonah stopped watching and hid from view, afraid to leave for fear they would hear the bell the second time, and ashamed to stay because he had already seen too much to explain without exposing his prurient interest in the two of them.

Finally, after he heard the two of them cum in quick succession, he walked back to the door, opened and closed it again, and took his time walking behind the counter. This time Miguel came out from the back room to greet him, fully dressed. Jonah apologized for being a little late. Miguel told him it was no big deal. When Jonah walked in to the back room to put on his white apron, Henry was gone, out the back door into the alley.


Seeing Miguel fucking Henry reinvigorated all of Jonah’s fantasies about Miguel no matter how distant Miguel had been with Jonah since he started working for him and no matter how married Jonah knew that Miguel was. It meant Miguel really was available to men, and it revealed just how enormous Miguel’s erect cock was.

Jonah had seen it covered in his pants. He had felt it hard against him on those rare occasions months ago when Miguel had given him a hug, but now he had seen it fully aroused, thick as a wrist, easily a foot long and riddled with thick veins, excitedly pummeling another man’s ass, Miguel’s eyes tightly clenched as he swam in the rapture of his conquest.

It was too much for Jonah to easily live with. No matter how hard he tried he could never put it out of his mind, and every minute he stood in the same room with Miguel behind the meat counter, he could not help but look dreamily into his eyes, or bore into his crotch when he wasn’t looking in Jonah’s direction.

Jonah knew that by know he was bigger and stronger than Miguel, and he fantasized about cornering him at the store and forcing himself on him. It wouldn’t be rape. He knew Miguel liked muscle men and by now Jonah was bigger than anybody who came into the shop. He knew Miguel had been sweet on him before he’d started working there and he was probably just being circumspect now that he was his employer.

Just when Jonah was about to act in some way on his attraction to Miguel, his affections were drawn in a different direction, to a young, unabashedly gay man who began to frequent the carnicería.

His name was Robin, and he reminded Jonah of himself on his first visit, only from the first time he walked in he was already more advanced in his bodybuilding development than Jonah had been. He was shorter than Jonah, tightly muscled and only about 180 pounds, but every one of his muscle groups was well developed and well defined. Like Jonah, he was blond, only he was much more handsome. Most men who looked like Robin would have been aloof and conceited, but Robin was shy and unassuming.

He said a friend had told him to check the place out and he was interested in the “special” cuts of meat the bodybuilders bought. As Jonah waited on him, Robin babbled on about how hard he worked at building his body, how carefully he ate and how difficult his gains had been. He’d briefly tried steroids, but he gave them up because he didn’t like the way they made him feel.

Robin’s eyes danced all over Jonah’s humongous muscled body and he complemented Jonah profusely. Jonah was more than happy to oblige the young man with his attentions, stepping around the counter to flex his arm.

When Robin felt Jonah’s biceps at Jonah’s invitation, their eyes locked, Robin stopped his chatter and the two of them shared a moment of intense physical attraction that set the stage for their affair.

Robin was too shy to give Jonah his phone number then, but he came back several times that week to buy more meat, each time noticeably bigger than the last. On the fourth visit Robin worked up the courage to invite him to dinner.

When Jonah arrived, Robin’s apartment was lit by dozens of candles. Robin cooked the meal himself, but the two of them didn’t get far into the first course before attacking each other. In less than a minute the two of them were stumbling over the table and clawing each other’s clothes off.

Robin gasped when he saw the extent of Jonah’s spectacular development, but still it was Jonah who knelt in front of Robin and devoured his hard, pulsating cock.

It had been months since Jonah had had sex, and in his enthusiasm his strong lungs applied such forceful suction on Robin’s prick that he had him shooting hard in just a few seconds. But neither of them was satisfied. Robin had been fantasizing about Jonah since the day he met him, and nothing would stop him from enjoying every inch of the big man.

“I never imagined a man could get as big as you are,” Robin said as he buried his tongue deep in Jonah’s pit. “But now that I’ve seen you I want to get even bigger. How big are your arms?”

“Twenty-six inches.” Jonah kissed him and as they tugged on each other’s cocks.

“What do you think is in that meat, anyway?” Robin asked. “I’ve put on fifteen pounds in the last week. It can’t be steroids. Steroids don’t work that fast! My friend Jim, the guy who told me to check it out – he put on a hundred pounds in three months.”

“Jim? I know Jim. He used to come in every week. Do you still see him?”

“No. He must have changed gyms or moved or something, but God he was big. Not as big as you are, but I used to fantasize about him all the time. You should have seen him naked in the locker room!”

“Uh huh,” Jonah said as he reached between Robin’s muscular thighs and lifted him up in the air, positioning him over his erect cock and lowering him slowly, impaling him, fucking him standing up. Fucking finally quieted Robin, at least it kept him from speaking complete sentences. He never stopped shouting expletives though until the two of them lay on the floor coated in sweat, exhausted and spent.


After the first time they fucked, Jonah and Robin became inseparable. Whenever both of them were free from work, they were together, most of the time at home in bed. At the meat market, when Robin came in to buy, he hung around talking to Jonah for at least an hour between Jonah’s work with the other customers. When Miguel was there Jonah worried their chats might be inappropriate while he was on the clock, but hadn’t Miguel done the same thing with him months ago when he first started coming in? Didn’t Miguel do the same thing now with the biggest guys who walked in the door? Was it a symptom of Jonah’s continued feelings for Miguel that made him feel guilty about his relationship with Robin and led him to assume Miguel might be jealous or uncomfortable?

Miguel still called him his “little friend”. He still patted him affectionately on the back. His eyes still lingered on Jonah’s body.

At the end of one of Robin’s long visits, when the shop was empty, Miguel took Jonah aside. Jonah was sure the conversation would be about Robin.

“Robin is very attracted to you, my little friend,” Miguel said. Jonah nodded. “You feel the same way about him?” Jonah said he did. “I am very happy for you both,” Miguel said. “Perhaps you will have with Robin what I have always desired but gave up for my family.”

Jonah heard what Miguel did not say. That Miguel was sad that he had committed himself to a wife and his children instead of a relationship with a man.

“You know that I have not given up completely on my passions,” he continued, “but I will never let them get in the way my family’s happiness.”

Jonah thought the conversation was over. Then Miguel looked up from his work at the butcher table and said, “Can I ask you something?” This was it, Jonah thought. This was what was really on Miguel’s mind. Would he confess his feelings for Jonah? Would he ask him not to go out with Robin anymore?

“Why do you never refer the men from your gym to our shop?” Miguel asked with just as much vulnerability in his voice as if he had asked either of the two things Jonah had thought he would. Plainly the fact that Jonah had not brought in customers had been bothering him.

“I suppose at first I thought what we sold was a secret. Then I supposed that there might only be a limited quantity of it. And lately I have just enjoyed being the biggest motherfucker in town too much to want to share my secret.”

“Have I ever told you to keep it quiet? Have we ever run out? You would be doing me a favor to tell your friends about my shop, little friend. It would not only help me make more money for my family, it would be a sign of your respect for what I do.”

Jonah didn’t know what to say. It was obviously important to Miguel, and Jonah would still do anything for Miguel, anything that did not betray his love of Robin. So of course he agreed to spread the word.

In a matter of weeks most of the men from Jonah’s small gym became customers. Miguel’s business almost doubled as Jonah’s friends told their friends and those friends told others. The character of Jonah’s gym changed as well. Where before there had been the usual mix of office workers struggling to get fit, adult athletes trying to stay fit, and a handful of bigger guys who would never be real bodybuilders, it became a place packed to the gills with giant men, and the preponderance of huge guys discouraged the casual lifters from coming in.

Jonah didn’t mind. He had a huge head start on them all and was still by far the biggest guy. The gym was full of eye candy for him, and damned if it didn’t seem that even the most heterosexual of the men had started to develop eyes for the other big men. The locker room was the cruisiest place in town. It seemed there were more men pairing up with workout partners than before, and they were a little more friendly with each other as they left – pats on the butt, arms around shoulders.

One evening near closing when Jonah was changing clothes, Jonah saw a couple of guys head for one of the shower stalls together. He had thought he was the last man in the gym except the guy at the front desk. They not only chose a shower stall Jonah could see from his locker, they went in the same stall together and left the curtain open.

He heard the water start to spray. He watched as the two of them grew slick, shiny and wet. Jonah knew both men. They were some of his earliest friends at the gym, back when they were all just regular guys. Back they only had eyes for the women. Jonah figured they were still basically straight, but as much as any of them continued to enjoy fucking females, none of the guys who started to get big could control their fascination with other big men as they started to grow themselves.

The taller one was Alfie, a red-headed drummer for a rock bank whose skin was riddled with tattoos. Since he’d become a carniceria customer he had put on one hundred pounds of muscle and his tattoos had been distorted by the bulge of his arms, shoulders, chest and thighs. He’d started playing the drums without his shirt and his band’s club dates had gone through the roof. The shorter one was Kris, a quiet manager at an accounting firm who’d found his voice as his body began to split the seams of his starched white shirts. The two of them never spoke to each other back when Jonah first met them. They had been polar opposites, but the gym’s axis had shifted and now the two had much more in common.

Alfie kissed Kris, sucking gently on his upper lip as he pulled away. Their dicks began to unfurl and inflate with blood. They stretched and rose until they pointed straight up. Kris, the shorter of the two, was the most impressive. Who would have thought that quiet Kris the accountant sported a foot long cock? Watching the two of them tug at each other and suck the water from their bodies, seeing Kris’s cock throb and bounce, was making it more difficult for Jonah to get dressed. He was not only distracted; it was getting more difficult for him to pull his under shorts up.

Kris looked his way, his chin low, his eyes wide, his mouth open, admiring Jonah’s sweeping, wide shoulders and his massive pecs, thirsty for his gargantuan arms. His obvious lust for Jonah only heightened Jonah’s arousal, and though Jonah and Robin had not yet made their relationship officially exclusive, Jonah felt guilty. But it didn’t keep his cock from starting to leak with longing for a taste of Kris’s dick; it didn’t keep Jonah from tugging on it as he watched Alfie maneuver behind Kris. It didn’t keep Jonah from gently jerking it as Alfie thrust inside Kris and Kris’s bone jerked in the air. And ultimately it didn’t keep him from walking slowly into the shower wearing his underwear below his hard-on, kneeling at Kris’s feet and slurping on his quivering dick.

With the addition of Jonah, whose build now rivaled that of a Mack truck, there was barely enough room for the three of them in the shower stall. Alfie was forced into the corner, shortening his frantic thrusts into his new buddy’s ass, but pinned between Alfie and Jonah, Kris was in heaven watching the mountain range that descended down Jonah’s back from his four foot wide shoulders as he felt Jonah’s mouth working his long cock, struggling to get it as deep inside his throat as he could. It took all of Jonah’s self control, and much of his strength to force it down, but after he’d taken it all once, he was filled with giant cock lust and determined to deep throat it every time he sucked it in. In a matter of seconds, with Alfie pounding into his behind and Jonah devouring his dick, Kris began to squirt down Jonah’s throat, into his mouth, and finally on his face.



Business at the Carniceria quadrupled after the men from Jonah’s gym became regulars, and yet none of the new customers became long term customers. They came every week for a few weeks. They exploded in size, they told all their friends about the shop and then suddenly they stopped coming in. They even stopped going to the gym. It was as if they reached a certain size and decided they didn’t need to be any bigger. Although he couldn’t understand that mentality himself, Jonah considered it was a kind of compliment to the store that the men were able to achieve their goals so quickly and then devote themselves to different pursuits.

As for himself and Robin, Jonah still thought “the bigger the better”. Whether it was because he gained muscle easier or because he ate more voraciously, Robin put on size even more rapidly than Jonah had. By the end of his first month he had put on more than fifty pounds. Before long Jonah’s attraction to Robin’s sweet boyishness was supplanted by ribald lust for his outrageously bold muscle mass. He may have been seventy pounds lighter than Jonah, but the natural shape of his muscles, the exaggerated outward sweep of his thighs, the incredible fullness of the muscle bellies of his biceps, made him the most stunning man Jonah had ever seen. Still Robin lost none of his admiration for Jonah, who by then had reached 340 pounds, and who Robin had begun to affectionately call “Jonah the Whale”.

Because of the snowball effect of Jonah’s initial referrals, Miguel expanded the hours at the Carniceria and paid Jonah to work those extra hours. Though Jonah still kept most of his things in storage and had still not rented another apartment, he was no longer strapped for cash. He moved out of his former co-worker’s apartment and moved in with Robin. The two of them ate out more, bought nicer clothes and household furnishings.

One evening as Jonah was cleaning up and closing the shop he heard the front door open. He turned and saw Miguel leading one of the biggest men he had ever seen – a man he recognized from his gym – into the shop by his hand.

Miguel smiled broadly at Jonah as they walked in.

The man from his gym, Eric, had been one of the quiet ones before he became a customer, someone who had toiled at the gym four times a week for years, making modest progress. Since Eric rarely joked around with the boisterous young men who chatted up the women, Jonah often wondered if Eric was gay, but Eric had never looked twice at him, even after Jonah exploded with muscle. Eric heard about the Carniceria from someone else at the gym, not Jonah, but he became one of their most dedicated customers, consuming as much fresh meat as a lion, and he grew more quickly that anyone Jonah had ever seen, putting on so much size that he rivaled Jonah in girth.

Jonah had plenty of opportunity to appreciate how big Eric had grown as he walked into the shop without a shirt, wearing only what were meant to be baggy blue jeans that fit Eric like a second skin in the thighs and the ass. They bunched at the knees, but his cantaloupe calves stretched the rest of the leggings down to the ankles. He looked like a blond version of Li’l Abner. As he walked in the shop trailing Miguel, he kept his eyes shyly downcast. Just once he looked up at Jonah as Miguel led him into the back room for their assignation.

Jonah saw Miguel drag a new man into the back room for a fuck session at least once a week, but he rarely saw him with the same man twice. Jonah figured Miguel wanted to avoid getting involved, since Miguel was still married and seemed to love his diminutive wife and children.

As Miguel dropped Eric’s hand long enough to push open the swinging door to the back room, Jonah noticed a gold wedding band on Eric’s hand. Why hadn’t he ever seen that before? What a perfect hook up for Miguel – another man who wouldn’t want a relationship, just a good pummeling by Miguel’s gigantic dick.

Jonah envied him, getting a shot at the man Jonah had lusted the past several months, the man who successfully kept him at arm’s length sexually even as he made small inroads as a friend and a business associate. Jonah thought he wouldn’t mind an occasional casual fuck with Miguel himself, even if he was still delighted by his relationship with Robin.

As the back room door closed behind them, Miguel told Jonah he didn’t have to finish cleaning. “I’ll close up in a while myself. You go enjoy what is left of tonight,” he said as he smiled and winked.

Jonah set the broom against the wall. He would have put it away in the back room, but he didn’t want to interrupt the two of them. He could hear them kissing already. He could hear clothing come off. He could hear an appreciative moan. Surreptitiously, Jonah grabbed a quick glance through the oval window on the swinging door to the back room.

Eric was tugging energetically on Miguel’s extra thick foot long cock as the two of them locked mouths, and Miguel was manhandling Eric’s cock, which was almost as big. It made Jonah even more envious to see that the two of them were so well matched. He stepped away from the window so he wouldn’t be seen, then stepped several feet away from it. He turned out the lights so he wouldn’t be seen and watched as Eric knelt in front of Miguel and sucked as much of Miguel’s cock as he could handle.

Jonah thought that if he were given the opportunity his enthusiasm for his boss would have enabled him to swallow the whole thing, even though he’d never had the chance to deep throat a cock that big before. He would have forced himself, not just for Miguel’s pleasure, but as a matter of personal pride, and because he desperately to engulf that monster in his mouth and throat, to own it, if only for a few minutes.

And then Jonah saw Eric try to do just that, using the full force of his bull neck and all the mass of his huge upper body to force his mouth down Miguel’s giant sausage. He got more than two thirds of it inside him, but had to abort, sputtering and gagging on it, but tremendously boned for his attempt.

For an instant Jonah wanted to see him succeed. He even wanted to walk through the door, grab the back of his neck and help force him down on it, although he didn’t know why he would want to help his rival. Inside Jonah’s pants his cock was rock hard.

As Jonah stepped closer to the door a floor board creaked under his weight. Miguel looked in his direction. Jonah thought he might have seen him, but instead of stopping, Miguel looked down on Eric. Jonah stepped away and walked out the shop door, locking it behind him.

It was one of the rare occasions that Jonah’s shifts were back to back. He not only closed the shop that night, he was responsible for opening the next morning. When he unlocked and walked into the back room he saw Miguel trimming meat.

“When did that come in?” Jonah asked.

“Last night. Late. The special meat is only delivered at night,” Miguel said as he continued working.

Come to think of it, Jonah had never accepted a delivery of the special meat they sold so much of, although he had taken delivery of tons of the regular kind.

“Were you up all night?” Jonah asked.

“Most of it,” Miguel said, “But the night was not without its rewards.” He smiled.

“Doesn’t your wife ever mind when you’re out late or don’t come home?” Jonah ventured to ask. Jonah had never questioned Miguel about his relationship with his wife or how Miguel integrated his extracurricular activities into his marriage, but after last night he felt familiar enough with his boss to ask.

“Maria knows when I need to do what I need to do.”

Jonah suddenly felt uncomfortable to have asked. His eyes wandered around the room, and were drawn to the glint of metal through the metal grate of the drain in the floor. Miguel had not stopped his work for an instant as they talked, but Jonah lifted the grate and pulled out what he saw. It was a gold wedding band. He fingered it and held it up for Miguel to see.

“Looks like someone got a little crazy last night and lost something they might miss,” Jonah said.

Miguel froze. Had Jonah finally touched a vein of guilt in his employer?

“Give it to me. I’ll take care of it,” Miguel said. He wiped his bloody hands on his butcher’s apron and set the ring on a clean spot of the butcher table. Then Miguel stood close to Jonah, still. Their eyes met. A moment came for them. It was the moment Jonah had wished forever for. Jonah had Miguel’s complete attention, but seemingly without reason. He leaned into him and kissed him deeply. Jonah kissed him back.

Miguel lifted his loose apron over his head. Jonah tugged his shirt off and stood naked from the waist up, his magnificently muscled arms and chest available for Miguel’s appreciation, his admiration, and open to his love.

Miguel dove into his face more enthusiastically than before, devouring his mouth and tongue with unbridled relish. Jonah’s mind swam. He’d never felt as alive, as aroused as this his entire life. No one, not even Robin, elicited such emotion from him. Jonah unbuttoned Miguel’s shirt and helped him out of it. As their chests touched for the first time, Jonah felt his cock explode inside his pants, but he knew their love making was only just beginning.

Miguel unfastened his pants and let his monster loose. Jonah bent over and took it deeply inside his mouth, then forced himself down on it, pushing it into his throat as enthusiastically and as successfully as he had fantasized.

Miguel lay his hand on Jonah’s head and spoke deeply, sweetly as Jonah lavished attention on his cock. “Oh, my little friend, I have waited so long for this moment. I knew you would not disappoint me. Devour me. Eat me.”

After the first few times, Jonah found it became easier for him to take his long unrequited love deeply inside of him, and it was just as satisfying as he had imagined. Miguel became so hard inside him that Jonah knew it wouldn’t be long before he tasted his juice. He felt the crown of his cock flair as it pierced his air passage. He felt Miguel become more forceful as he fucked his face. He felt the fuzz of his balls tickle his chin. Then he felt the pulse of his orgasm begin at the root of his cock and Miguel began emptying himself.

The two of them stood for a few minutes holding each other, Miguel’s head on Jonah’s huge shoulder. Then Miguel tugged at Jonah’s pants. Jonah helped him remove them. Miguel stepped away and admired the mass of muscle that stood before him. His cock inflated. Jonah sat on the floor, then laid on his back and Miguel lifted his legs. He positioned himself at the entrance to Jonah’s ass and then made his way inside.

The fuck was even more satisfying than their earlier lovemaking. Miguel and Jonah found a rhythm and rocked against each other earnestly, working themselves to a second climax. Miguel grasped Jonah by the wrist and raised his arm above his head. He gathered Jonah’s other arm by the wrist and held the two of them together with one hand as he pawed at Jonah’s stick cock in time to his thrusts. Miguel’s fucking became more frantic and he held Jonah’s arms with both his hands. For a time all of Miguel’s upper body weight held Jonah’s wrists down as Miguel’s cock pounded inside Jonah’s ass. And just as it started to get uncomfortable, Miguel’s thrusts became more irregular, albeit more forceful as he pumped a huge load inside of Jonah’s guts. As the last shiver of orgasm left Miguel’s body, Miguel stared deeply, intently, in Jonah’s eyes, as though he considered something monumental, until Jonah struggled against his hands and Miguel let him up.

Miguel locked the front door and hung the “Closed” sign. He came back to the storage room and they lay on the floor on their sides facing each other, still naked, Jonah was still stiff. Jonah rested his head on his arm, but Miguel propped his head up with on hand as he tugged at Jonah’s hard cock with his other hand, occasionally kissing or licking his body. Although Miguel was nonchalant as he worked his friend over, the attention kept Jonah distracted.

“Have you ever wondered what makes the meat we sell special?” Miguel asked.

Jonah struggled to divide his attention between Miguel’s words and the attention Miguel was giving his dick. “Not really,” he gasped.

Miguel chuckled. “You gringos are all alike. You never consider the work behind what you enjoy.” He lapped at Jonah’s nipple, which made Jonah thrust into his hand. “The meat is infused with a live bacterial culture. The bacteria are symbiotic with human muscle. They force muscle growth and increase the size of the muscle to make their home bigger. There are some other pleasant side effects as well. The man’s hormones go into overdrive and the imbalance usually makes a man more attracted to muscle than to women.”

Jonah closed his eyes. He heard want Miguel said. He even understood it, but the movement of Miguel’s hand on his dick was driving him wild. He wanted to cum badly, but he also wanted to enjoy the dick massage he was getting and just let it happen when it happened.

“It only takes one serving of meat infused with the bacteria to infect a man with it. After that it doesn’t matter whether he eats meat with the bacteria again or not. It only matters how much protein he eats and how fast. The more he eats, the bigger his muscles get until he reaches his limit, but the limit is much greater than most men imagine. Look at you. What do you weigh? Three seventy-five? Three eighty?”

“Three…ninety…” Jonah managed to answer.

“My problem is that the culture only lives in human muscle.”

Jonah clenched his teeth. His cock jerked and squirted on Miguel’s stomach and the floor between them. Jonah regained his breath. He laid a hand on his new lover’s shoulder.

“What are you saying? The magic meat is human flesh?”

“The flesh of men like yourself who allow the culture to thrive inside their bodies.”

“The men that you bring here to fuck – Eric – the man you fucked last night – these men are the meat?”


“Why are you telling me this?” Jonah started to push away, to sit up and disengage, but Miguel pulled him down to lie next to him.

“You have a decision to make. You need to decide how you will contribute to the business. You can either choose to become my full partner with all that you know or you can give yourself to me the other way.”

Jonah’s eyes were wide. He could not believe that Miguel was saying. He could not believe this man that he cared for could murder his lovers in cold blood and then serve them as food to other men. He could not believe that he had eaten other men. He could not believe he was still laying here beside Miguel, that he had not fled or restrained him until the authorities arrived. He was frozen. Unable to believe anything.

“This is not a decision I have ever given other men, my little friend. It was not a choice I thought I would ever give another man, but at every moment I thought you might give me what the others gave to me, you touched me in a way the others did not, and I found myself offering you something different, step by step drawing you closer to me, cherishing you, even though letting this go on between us is a great risk to me and my family.”

Jonah expected he should felt sick at the thought of having eaten human flesh, but he didn’t. He didn’t feel anything, except continuing lust for the dark haired stud that lay beside him making him a devil’s bargain. “You want me to join you? You want me to help you? To take more lives and continue this?”

“I know you find this distasteful right now, but it is because you learned of this so suddenly. But when you consider it, you will see it is not so evil.” Miguel began to tug on Jonah’s cock again. It had withered a bit as the conversation went on, but the touch of Miguel’s hand was still irresistible. Against his will, Jonah found himself responding, swelling. His heartbeat quickened. He wanted this from Miguel. How could he accept the affections of someone so cruel? But that was just it. Jonah couldn’t imagine that Miguel was cruel. “All men die, and the stuff of their bodies returns to the earth, which in turn feeds the plants, which feed the animals which feed other men. How could it be a sin to merely take a few short cuts in this circle of life? Especially when it affords the men it serves so much pleasure, even if most of their lives are cut short? If a man had come to you months ago and said you could experience all that you have since then but only if you allowed him to shorten your life, would you not have accepted that bargain, if you could truly have understood what you would experience?”

Miguel kissed Jonah’s chest, his stomach, and then tasted his cock. Jonah steadied himself on Miguel’s head and shoulders as he allowed him to devour him. This pleasure they gave each other – the incredible feelings he had felt over the last few months as his body grew bigger, harder, stronger beyond anyone’s imagination, and the feelings he had as he enjoyed the affect his body had on other men – it had a price. Some men paid with their lives. He was being asked to give up something else.

Miguel’s sucking became more vigorous, more intense, as though his fellatio was just another element of his argument. Jonah felt himself losing control of his feelings, his body, his morality. His body stiffened and suddenly he went over the edge. His resistance had ended.