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Hi is texting them that he is now ready to live his life in service of the Brotherhood! He no longer questions the brotherhood he just accepted that their goals are his goals now and that he is just an extension of it as he was always meant to be!", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1286793120574345227/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1291459150584221703", "published": "2021-10-03T18:01:18+00:00", "source": { "content": "A few days ago he was a goody-two-shoes now after some confining by his new mates. Hi is texting them that he is now ready to live his life in service of the Brotherhood! He no longer questions the brotherhood he just accepted that their goals are his goals now and that he is just an extension of it as he was always meant to be!", "mediaType": "text/plain" } }, "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1286793120574345227/entities/urn:activity:1328426623652859907/activity", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1286793120574345227", "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1286793120574345227/followers" ] }, { "type": "Announce", "actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1286793120574345227", "object": { "type": "Note", "id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1286793120574345227/entities/urn:activity:1290339875739930627", "attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1286793120574345227", "content": "BROTHERHOOD OF IRON<br /><a href=\"https://sskinworship.tumblr.com/post/652655262246780928/\" target=\"_blank\">https://sskinworship.tumblr.com/post/652655262246780928/</a><br /><br />Kyle shaded his eyes as he looked up at the gym’s sign. BROTHERHOOD OF IRON stretched out above him in a stylized, looping but angular font, beneath a picture of a Roman helmet. It seemed… a little pretentious, but according to the flyer he saw posted it was the only gay-friendly gym in this part of the city that also offered free day passes, and he really felt the need to blow off some steam.<br /><br />Kyle was visiting from out in the country to participate in his very first pride parade, and so far he had a blast. He’d never seen so many rainbows crammed onto one street. Or so many hot, shirtless guys. It left him feeling a little pent up by the end of the day, and after years of living in a tiny town with exactly zero other gay guys he’d gotten used to sublimating his sexual tension with working out. It’s not like he was planning to go cruising or anything, with all of his virginal pickup skills. He’d never do something that bold.<br /><br />He pushed through the frosted glass door, his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and nearly instantly broke out into a light sweat. The late afternoon air had been cooling off, but the interior of the gym was both warm and slightly muggy, with a distinct tinge of sweat. Beneath the low pulsing drone of some foreign metal band playing over the intercom he could hear ringing steel and grunts of exertion. Well, found the gym rats, he thought to himself.<br /><br />The man sitting at the front desk lazily reading a magazine was surprisingly large, his muscles straining against the tank top he wore and veins bulging under his skin. Dark tattoos trailed up and down his arms in geometric and concentric swirls and patterns that were hard to separate but were appealing in a primal sort of way. The bald head and thick beard completed the look, and a thread of doubt stirred in Kyle. Then the man looked up as Kyle walked in, and set the magazine on the counter. The smile he gave him was surprisingly warm for such an intimidating man.<br /><br />“I haven’t seen you around here before. You looking to join the brotherhood?” He gave Kyle a long look from head to toe, his smile quirking a bit. “Yeah, definitely new. I’d remember you.” Kyle hoped he wasn’t blushing as hard as he felt he was. Was he flirting? Was a guy actually hitting on him? He had no idea how to react, the very thought that a guy might find him attractive sending a spark of arousal through him, his earlier unease replaced with a completely different sort of tension. When the moment stretched on a little too long the guy raised an eyebrow, and Kyle jumped to respond.<br /><br />“N-no, I mean yeah, I’m new, but I don’t want to join. I’m just in town for the parade. The pride parade?” He actually jerked his thumb in the direction of the door, like they could somehow see the remnants of the parade several blocks away. He felt so flustered, it was horrible. The guy just grinned at him, leaning forward to rest his chin on his fist. “You have day passes, right? I’d like it. A pass, I mean.” The guy actually laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling up. Kyle thought it just made him look even more attractive, and quietly wished he had the guts to just leave before he humiliated himself even more.<br /><br />“Nah, I’d never give you a pass,” the guy said with another glance along Kyle’s body that he could practically feel. His eyes popped back up to lock with Kyle’s, and he had to fight to not look away. “I’ll let you stay for the day though. Let you get a feel for what I can offer. Maybe you’ll come back some day, hey? It’s just making an investment.”<br /><br />He stood up, and walked around the counter. Up close he seemed even bigger, and Kyle had to swallow a few times when he extended a hand to shake. Even his hand was huge compared to Kyle’s, swallowing up his palm entirely. He didn’t let go right away, even when Kyle’s hand went slack. He looked down at Kyle, still holding his hand.<br /><br />“I’m Stefan. It’s your lucky day, because I decided you’re going to get some hands-on training. I don’t have anything scheduled for this afternoon, and I think you could really benefit from my…” another one of those damn looks, “attention.” The word was practically purred in a bass rumble. “But now you have me at a disadvantage, boy.” It was the boy that threw him off, even more than he already was. He had to lick his suddenly dry lips before he could respond, which of course Stefan noticed with a smirk. His palm, still pressed tight against Stefan’s warm paw, started to sweat.<br /><br />“Kyle,” he said with only a slight stutter. “My name is Kyle.” He wanted to introduce himself better, say it was nice to meet him as his country manners dictated. But it wasn’t nice to meet him. Stefan didn’t feel nice. He was friendly enough, but there was an edge to him that kept Kyle balanced on the edge between arousal and anxiety. All of that strength wrapped up in one man that seemed to enjoy toying with Kyle and his expectations. He wasn’t nice at all.<br /><br />“Good to meet you Kyle. We’ll keep this informal today. No paperwork or id cards. I’ll just give you a taste of my gym, and hope you decide to come back again and make things official if you get the opportunity.” He finally released Kyle’s hand from his grip. His fingers instantly felt cold, but he didn’t know if it was blood loss due to how tight it was being held, or from the fact it was now used to the furnace of Stefan’s warm hand. “First things first, I see you have your things with you. You can use one of the empty lockers today—here are the keys, it’s right through there, down the hall. Go get changed, and we’ll get started.”<br /><br />Kyle nodded as he was ushered back toward the locker room. It was really happening. He took a deep breath, and pushed inside.<br /><br />The locker room was thankfully deserted, and Kyle felt like he could breathe properly again once out of Stefan’s proximity. He just naturally soaked up all of Kyle’s attention until he could barely even hold a conversation. Being trained by him was going to be a nightmare, but he was in for it now. He’d never had a personal trainer so he had no idea what to expect, but no doubt it was going to be an ordeal.<br /><br />He was just going to have to tell Stefan to take it easy. He wasn’t a bodybuilder or anything, nowhere near Stefan’s level. He just worked out to keep fit and work out some aggression. It might be nice to learn some new exercises though. His home gym was run by a guy everyone still called Coach that was ex-military and ex-high school coach but a few decades—and cheeseburgers—past his prime. The whole thing was self service, and the selection of equipment was pretty limited. He might be able to learn something from this misadventure, even if it was a struggle.<br /><br />He slipped out of his street clothes and into his tank and shorts. He ran a hand through his hair to straighten it up before slipping on his cap. A few moments later his earbuds went in, not that he expected an opportunity to listen much with Stefan looming over him, and he paused in front of the mirror to look over himself. He did alright. Even if he wasn’t a bulked up beast, he looked fine. On a whim he snapped a selfie, even though he almost never did that. He just wanted to have a souvenir of this day, as weird as it is.<br /><br />He finished locking his things away and stepped out onto the floor. Stefan was waiting right outside the door. He eyed up Kyle again, and he had to suppress a shiver.<br /><br />“You clean up nice. Good, good. Got plenty to work with.” Before Kyle could get a word in edgewise, Stefan wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him off down the hallway. The weight of his muscle was enough to cause him to buckle a little, and if Stefan hadn’t been using it to herd him along he might have actually struggled to support it. Stefan didn’t seem to notice.<br /><br />“Alright, we’re gonna take things easy today.” That sounded great, exactly what Kyle wanted. “I’ll get you warmed up, and then we’ll see what you can do. From the looks of things, you don’t have a trainer, right?” Kyle nodded. “Not too bad, but there’s room for improvement. You’re looking for tone, right? You’re obviously not into bulking. Not my preference, but I know a few tricks to get you where you need to go.” Stefan’s idle shrug propelled Kyle forward a few inches. He really was obscenely massive. Kyle steadfastly tried to ignore the warmth building between his legs.<br /><br />Rather than head into the main room like he’d expected, Stefan turned into another room near the end of the hall. It was a smaller, private room with a modest collection of equipment. “I like to keep things cozy for personal sessions,” was all Stefan said when Kyle shot him a look. He wasn’t going to complain, really. It took a lot of pressure off him to not have to worry about being stared at by the meatheads grunting out there. Stefan motioned to a mat on the floor, and clapped his hands together.<br /><br />“Alright, we’re going to start with some stretches, get the blood flowing and warmed up. Then we’ll see what you can do. But first, lose the earbuds. I want you focusing on me, okay?”<br /><br />Kyle stuffed them into his pocket as he moved over the mat, and he couldn’t help but glance at Stefan, who wore a serious expression now. No more smiles, it seemed. He didn’t like the thought he’d disappointed him somehow. At Stefan’s urging he started some standing stretches to loosen up his muscles.<br /><br />“Good, you’re doing good. I want you to focus on your legs as you stretch. Feel the tension in the ligaments, the fibers bunching and flexing under your skin. Focus as hard as you can on all the ways your muscles are resisting you.”<br /><br />Kyle was… a little confused by this point, but he assumed there was more to stretching than he ever realized. Maybe he should have found a personal trainer earlier, if he was this uneducated. But Stefan was still talking, so he got his mind back on track and started to focus on his muscles as requested. He could actually sort of see it. As Stefan had him move into different positions, stretch and flex different muscles, he could feel a hesitation where the muscles didn’t move as smoothly as he wanted.<br /><br />He concentrated, cycling through the positions again and again and focusing hard on easing through them as smoothly as possible. He could tell he was getting close, the movements coming with an ease of motion and flexibility he was unused to, but there was still just a hint of tension. It was frustrating.<br /><br />“Kyle, hey buddy, you with me? Yeah? You’re almost there, here, let me help.”<br /><br />He was vaguely aware of a warm presence behind him, all of his attention locked on his muscles, and then hands were sliding around his hips, down his thighs. Fingers clawed and raked up the muscles with blunt fingertips, and the impromptu massage felt wonderful, but more importantly, his quads unlocked. He could feel the last bit of resistance falling away.<br /><br />“Good, that’s good,” rumbled softly in his ear. The hands slid down his legs, and he had to consciously control his knees because every muscle in his legs suddenly wanted to loosen. He’d done it, gotten past his resistance. A warm glow of happiness bubbled in his chest for having succeeded. The hands returned to his hips, and he was expecting the abrupt relaxation this time enough to catch himself with only a twitch. When Stefan reached back to blatantly grope his ass, squeezing his cheeks roughly in hands just big enough to cup them nicely, Kyle had to suppress a moan. That was relaxing, but it also felt so good.<br /><br />He was leaning up against Stefan now, but his trainer accepted his weight without comment. His focus was split, his mind hazy as he tried to coordinate limbs that refused to behave without constant attention. And the hands were straying upward, sliding over his belly and chest, down his arms, and Kyle felt like he was falling apart but also the most relaxed he’d ever been outside of sleep. Maybe even sleep wasn’t this good.<br /><br />Stefan kept murmuring little praises into his ear as he worked, and each one pinged through his mind before being forced out by the effort of his concentration. He couldn’t really hear Stefan, but he knew he was doing good, knew Stefan was happy with him, and that’s all he needed. Then the hands were sliding around his neck, tracing over the tendons, and the only thing left outside of this absolute relaxation was his head. A large hand moved into his vision, and he stared into the pale palm and outstretched fingers with bleary, crossing eyes. It was so, so hard to concentrate. All of the resistance was in his head now, and it was holding him back from complete relaxation. He wanted it, so badly.<br /><br />The hand moved in, the palm pressing against his mouth, fingers resting over his eyes that he finally had to close, and a soft noise of surrender fell out of him as the last bits of tension drained away and he fell into deep relaxation. His head lolled back, and the hand remained there covering his face for several long moments. Every muscle was limp, his thoughts sluggish and muffled, and all he could do was lay pressed up against Stefan, one massive arm looped around his waist to keep him upright, and experience each moment.<br /><br />“There we go. Nice and relaxed, loosened up. Ready to be trained, aren’t you boy?” The chuckle in his ear wasn’t quite friendly, a darker edge to it that some instinct picked up on, but Kyle was in too deep to do anything but groan out an unintelligible noise.<br /><br />“You’re in control now, boy. Your resistance is gone. Your muscles will obey your commands, just like your mind obeys mine. Now, hold onto that relaxation, but stand up. You can do it.”<br /><br />This was hard in a completely different way. He wanted to stay deep in this relaxation, but his trainer had told him to stand. It felt almost like a conflict, but just when his brow was starting to wrinkle he figured it out, and it was easy, so easy, to stand up and support himself. Stefan was right, his muscles obeyed.<br /><br />“Great, that’s it. Now we’re ready to get started. Are you ready boy? You’re going to love it. Go ahead and open your eyes.”<br /><br />Kyle opened his eyes in time to see Stefan step in front of him, a pleased if predatory grin on his face. Even then he didn’t quite come awake. He was seeing, processing on some level, but his thoughts were completely blank. All he could do was relax. Relax, and enjoy, as Stefan’s warm hands came down on his shoulders. Let his words filter into his empty mind.<br /><br />“Let’s work on your arms. That’s the seat of a man’s power, you know. His strength. His vitality. The tools he uses to shape the world around him. Some might think a man’s power comes from his cock, but no. That’s a different kind of power entirely. We work on your arms, and the rest of you will fall into line. Now, I want you to flex your arms. Give me a double biceps pose, you know the one. The natural pose for demonstrating the strength in a man’s arms. It doesn’t need to be perfect.”<br /><br />The hands on his shoulders squeezed in approval as Kyle lifted his arms, turned in his wrists, and flexed. Once in place, he froze. It was starting to get easier, functioning in this half-mindless state. He knew he could hold this pose for hours without tiring. He was also starting to make more connections to Stefan now that his attention was focused on him. It was less thought than passive observation, but more was actually trickling in. He knew he needed to hear what was being said. Stefan slid his hands over his biceps, giving them an appreciative squeeze.<br /><br />“You’ve done good getting these in such fine shape. Better than most men your age.” He huffed out a little laugh through his nose. “It’s funny you mentioned pride earlier. Now this is the kind of thing you should be proud of, being a powerful male. Being gay is just a character trait. This is an achievement. Can you feel that pride, in doing so well?”<br /><br />Kyle smiled, eyes still unfocused and distant, but there was just enough of him there to nod, slur out a “yeah.”<br /><br />“Yeah, that’s it. That’s the secret, you know. Pride. You let pride flow into your muscles, into your mind, and it turns to strength. Conviction. Dedication. Loyalty. Power. It’s what separates the men from the boys. And you don’t want to be a boy anymore, do you? No, you want to be a man.”<br /><br />Something deep in his mind tickled, and his eye twitched. Still, he could feel it. Feel it dripping warm out of his heart, his pride in himself moving into his head, his arms. The hands squeezed his biceps again, massaging the warmth into them, and it felt so good.<br /><br />“Pride is the key, boy. They’ll tell you it’s wrong, it’s a sin, but that’s because they don’t want men to be powerful anymore. Generations of weak boys having weaker sons, perpetuating the cycle because they’re afraid of what they could do if they accepted their own power. But you’re seeing it now boy, just look at you. Go ahead and look.”<br /><br />He blinked, turning his head as the hands slid off his biceps, and a part of him registered shock at seeing his biceps larger by at least a third. There were actual peaks to them now, instead of the smooth curves he was used to. He could still feel trickles of pride flowing into his arms, warmth continuing to build in the muscle, but it was slowing.<br /><br />“Pride in yourself will only get you so far. You need to have a purpose. Something bigger than you to be proud of, to give you more power. You’re lucky, boy.” Stefan was stepping closer, tracing his fingertips over Kyle’s straining biceps. Voice going lower, more intimate. “A strong boy like you has so much to be proud of. It’s like pride, so many people will tell you it’s wrong. They’ll teach you to hate it, your manhood, your own power, the power of your brothers. Is it really so wrong being a man? Think of how far we’ve come, how civilized the world has become because of our leadership. If it weren’t for us, the whole world would fall apart. They know that, and it scares them to know how insignificant they really are.”<br /><br />Kyle let out a noise, soft and short. Things still felt so far away, but he had something actually approaching a thought for the first time since he went under. He felt the first stirrings of discomfort. He knew the things he was hearing… they weren’t right, were they?<br /><br />“They want you to hate and fear yourself so you won’t use that power against them. They want to control you, so they can steal that power for themselves, not that they could use it. But you don’t need to do that. You can just take it, whenever you want. Accept that pride, pride in your manhood, your masculinity, and let it fill you up. It’s your birthright. Seize it, boy.”<br /><br />He didn’t want to. Something was wrong. He was coming out of the fog, faint stirrings of fear growing as he remembered he had emotions other than pride, pride, pride. This was wrong, but he couldn’t fight it. He could already feel it building in him, begging to be let out. There was something about Stefan’s words that didn’t make sense, there had to be. Something to push back against. He let out a whimper, blinking repeatedly, but no matter how much he swam up out of the relaxed place he still couldn’t move. Stefan grinned at his expression, stroking a thumb over Kyle’s chin.<br /><br />“Starting to come back? That’ll happen as you get stronger. Soon no man will be able to control you, not even me. All that weakness burned right out of you. But until you’re strong enough, so long as you’re a weak little boy, you’ll stay right here. You’ll have to accept it eventually.”<br /><br />It wasn’t enough. He couldn’t even make himself twitch. His expression fell back into blank passivity, despite the fear that was starting to be tinged with anger. He was too weak to fight Stefan off, and that stung his pride. Made him angry. If the only way to break free was to get more power, then he’d do it. He’d have to hold onto himself, his values, and then once he escaped he’d be able to put all of this behind him. After another brief hesitation, he let the pride out.<br /><br />This was stronger, warmer, paler. Stickier, in a way, as it flowed out from his chest, from a part of him that was both within and without. The effect on his muscles was immediate, a warm tingling starting as the flow pulsed toward them relentlessly. It was different in how it affected his mind, once it spiraled up his neck. Last time he felt the pride as a pure emotion. Now it was oddly muted. It was less emotion, more logic. Within seconds he could feel his resolve slipping. He managed a frown, uncomfortable. He couldn’t place exactly what was happening, but he could tell things were changing. Some concepts growing stronger, others weaker. The anger was fading away, or perhaps redirecting.<br /><br />“You’re feeling it, good boy.” The hands closing on his biceps again felt good, warm. “Let it free your body and your mind. You’ve been abused for too long.” Abused? “Not only did they beat you down, steal your rightful place away from you, but they hurt you so much you took it into yourself. They forced you to participate, to help them hurt you. They made it so you couldn’t see any other way. Taught you everything you are is toxic and deserving of fear and hatred. I hate seeing you brought so low, but now we can fix things.”<br /><br />It wasn’t really like that, was it? Yeah, the overly masculine guys, the patriarchy, those were the ones society didn’t like. Kyle was a feminist, he was gay. Females felt safe around him. But… Did he really feel safe around them? He’d never stopped to consider it. The last few years especially he’d been growing somewhat distant from his “girlfriends.” After seeing so many men utterly destroyed for the slightest transgression, the glee and righteous fury they’d attack the men in the news with, he’d grown uncomfortable with it. It felt less like calling men out and more like a zealous inquisition. A slaughter by religious fanatics. A cult of womanhood. And he’d never be safe with them, no matter how hard he defended them, because he had a penis. One mistake, real or imagined, and they’d turn on him too. He knew that, always feared it in the back of his mind. Never once did he question why he deserved to be afraid.<br /><br />He didn’t want it to make sense, but he couldn’t make it stop. He knew he had been a feminist, should be one still, but the arguments he would have used floated away on the fog. Was buried under warm, sticky pride until he couldn’t see it anymore. Just like that, it was gone. He’d never be able to look at them the same way again. He didn’t know if he’d want to, if given the choice. He didn’t want to have to be afraid.<br /><br />Stefan was looking into his eyes, and he smiled. His fingers squeezed down on Kyle’s biceps, calculating. “You see it, don’t you? I can tell because you’re growing faster. Only once you truly accept the pride will you make the most use of it. Now your eyes are opening, brother.”<br /><br />Brother. That was new. He blinked again, managing to focus on Stefan for the first time. He still couldn’t quite get expressions to work, couldn’t stop his endless flexing, but he could see, and recognize what he was seeing. More progress.<br /><br />“That’s not the only abuse you’ve suffered though. The only lies you’ve been told. I’m sure all of your gay, liberal friends told you that police are bad. That our military is bad. That our entire country is. They told you that patriotism is a sign of a weak, uneducated, and uninquisitive mind. They said that the whole world would be better off if we just… did away with all of it, right? No more cops. No more wars. Just peace for everyone, right?<br /><br />“But is that really true? We’re not at war now, but look at the state of the world. It’s falling to pieces around us, because too many people would not make the hard decisions. They let looting, rioting, and murder become the norm. And now, they want to use it as an excuse to throw away even more control. Just let chaos roam the streets, indiscriminately destroying everything in its path. Even a nice ‘liberal‘ boy like you can admit that if they had shut things down months ago hundreds of people would still be alive and uninjured and thousands of businesses would not have been destroyed. By now it’s going to take a massive effort to stop this violence. And the only people and institutions standing between it and the fall of society are the ones under attack.<br /><br />“We don’t need less cops, we need more officers willing to put their lives on the line to protect us. We don’t need a smaller military, we need to be able to defend ourselves and our allies from a world that isn’t ready for peace and is just waiting for us to let our guard down. We need to be strong, united in our civic duty to ourselves and our brothers in arms. Patriotism isn’t the sign of a weak mind, it’s the sign of a brave one. It’s okay to be proud of your country.”<br /><br />It was disconcerting that Kyle could tell it was working before Stefan even finished talking. Even halfway through he could feel the pride stirring, feeding off his desire for things to return to some sort of order after all of this chaos. He didn’t like to think he was so malleable. He should be able to decide what to believe himself, without it being forced on him. But was it even really forced at this point? He knew he could disagree if he really wanted to.<br /><br />Stefan let go of his biceps again and stepped back, licking his lips. Kyle still couldn’t move, but he tracked him with his eyes as he circled around behind him again. Heat blossomed all up his spine before warm muscle pressed into his back, the brush of a beard at his neck. Stefan’s arms circled around him, and they both groaned when he humped his rigid cock against Kyle’s ass. The thin fabric of their gym shorts was barely felt.<br /><br />“Fuck, you’re getting so hot,” Stefan broke character to growl in his ear. “Just a big fuckin’ beast. All that pride filling you up where it belongs, and we haven’t even got to the good part.” Another grind, his cock pushing hard into Kyle’s crack, right up against his hole. If they were both nude, he’d absolutely have been penetrated with that move. He groaned, but he couldn’t focus on his hole when he was busy looking at himself.<br /><br />Kyle could see what he meant. The paralysis was slowly fading now, he could turn his head to really get a good look at his arms, and they were jacked. Nearly as big as Stefan’s at this point, and it was more than his biceps by now. The muscles all along his arms bulged with new power, and when he looked down he saw an actual tent in his tank top where the broad shelf of his pecs was pulling it away from his stomach. He could tell without even looking that his abs were just as ripped, his waist trim and compact.<br /><br />“You ready, brother? Ready for the last secret, at least for now? The last tool they use against you that should be a source of power?” Stefan was breathing a little heavier, hips working to mime fucking Kyle while he worked up the tension. “You should already know this one, it’s the secret that isn’t a secret. It’s the most powerful, but the most hated of all. It’s our greatest loss to the modern world, that this pride was taken from us and perverted in such a way. You know what it is.”<br /><br />And Kyle did, his eyes widening, as Stefan gave a particularly hard thrust. He leaned close, beard ticking Kyle’s neck, and whispered in his ear on panting breaths.<br /><br />“There’s nothing wrong with being white. They lied to you, to everyone.”<br /><br />The effect was instantaneous. Connections that were already forming joined in his mind in the blink of an eye, the long-repressed pride swelling in him in a boiling surge of pure white. He let out an animalistic groan as all over his body his muscles swelled even further, growing to obscene proportions. Thick veins snaked under his skin as the last traces of fat vanished from his frame. His spine lengthened and broadened, as his physical form was perfected into the idealized white man in his mind. Strong. Powerful. Loyal to those who knew the secrets of pride and power. Dedicated to his race and homeland and brothers and through it all himself, because he was so full of love for all of them. Absolute in the knowledge of his conviction, because he’d been made to see and could never be blind again. He was a beast of passion and fury, the greatest of compassion for his brothers, the greatest of fear from his enemies.<br /><br />He moaned, voice deeper than even Stefan’s, as he moved for the first time in so long. His arms dropped to his sides, at least as far as they could with his massive biceps in the way, quivering with energy. He was absolutely dripping in sweat from the residual heat in his muscles. He reached up to drag his now far-too-small tank off. His hat tumbled to the floor, but he paid it no mind. He was too busy trying to get used to his new body, his new outlook.<br /><br />Stefan pushed himself against his back again, also shirtless. The contact of his skin felt electric, and when his still-hard cock slid against Kyle’s ass through their shorts he could feel his hole quivering with a rising feeling of need. He was strong. He was a man. And right now, he wanted to be fucked.<br /><br />He fumbled to push down his shorts with still uncoordinated muscles after this second puberty. Stefan caught on a moment later and helped, pushing down both of their shorts after fishing through his pocket. Kyle stood there, panting with lust, as he felt Stefan pull back slightly, manipulate something that made a soft liquid noise. Then he was crowding against Kyle again, bracketing him in with his arms as he guided him down to his hands and knees on the soft mat. When the cock returned to his ass, it was slick with lube.<br /><br />Then Stefan’s fingers were working their way in, slick and hot and stretching him just almost too much, but he was strong. He could take it. It took far too long, with teasing touches against his prostate, and he snarled at Stefan in frustration to hurry him along. Then he was finally ready, stretched open and gaping a bit, and when the time came the cock slid into him easily like his body was welcoming it inside.<br /><br />“Thank you, brother,” Stefan mumbled into his back, sounding overwhelmed. “It’s easy to find a fag or a bitch to take my cock, but you are so far above them.” Hands that had encouraged his transformation traced over the fruit of their labors, following veins, smoothing over peaks, and delving into valleys. It was reverent, worshipful of Kyle’s newfound power. He understood completely. To be given the gift of fucking such a potent beast that it rivaled his own strength would be an honor. He considered it a gift to Stefan, for uplifting him. It didn’t hurt that Stefan knew how to use his cock.<br /><br />Within minutes they were both rutting like beasts, grunting and groaning. Stefan pounded into him like it hurt to have his cock exposed to the air, and Kyle was slamming back with enough force that he’d end up with bruises. Stefan draped a hand over his shoulder, slid fingers around to wrap around his throat for leverage, and even though it had lined up his cock to stroke over his insides in just the right way he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into Stefan’s forearm with a growl. In many ways it was a battle as much as it was a fuck.<br /><br />Then, a minute later, Stefan stiffened and came with a deep moan, his cock kicking hard inside of Kyle’s hole, each pulse sending sympathetic pleasure through Kyle. Stefan leaned forward to drape himself over Kyle’s sweaty back, dragging his tongue over the other man’s ear, tasting his sweat, plunging inside only for his teeth to come down on the lobe. The pulses were coming to an end, his orgasm finally winding down, and he started thrusting again. The sound was obscene as he instantly made a mess of the cum pumped into Kyle, his cock stirring it around and pulling some out with each thrust. It dripped down his taint, onto his balls, and it was the final piece needed to push Kyle over the edge.<br /><br />He shook hard as his hole fluttered around Stefan’s cock, the strong contractions shooting out heavy wads of virile cum to splatter against the mat. He felt complete, for the first time. A man-made whole, full of Stefan’s—his brother’s—voice and secrets and potent white seed. He wouldn’t recognize his old self at this point. Everything about that time seemed flat and gray, trapped in small-minded circles. Chained by his own ignorance. He’d never be weak again.<br /><br />They cleaned up in companionable silence, and dressed. Kyle decided to forgo the shirt, because now he wanted nothing more than to show off all of this hard-earned power to everyone that could see. The product of his ancestors, generations of progress, to lead to his unlocked potential.<br /><br />Stefan led him out to the gym’s main room, and he could see immediately that all of the men here were his brothers. He felt an instant surge of kinship for them, and knew fundamentally he’d lay down his life for them, as they would for him. Always training, honing their bodies beyond their natural limits, preparing. They would need to be ready when the time came. For what, he couldn’t say, but he knew it was coming. Nearly all of them were liberally coated in tattoos of various degrees of “offensive”, and he grinned to himself imagining the reaction the weak masses would have when he would wear his pride proudly on his skin. He was already planning designs, thinking of the best ways to use his skin as a canvas to accentuate his physique as well as proudly declare his loyalty.<br /><br />A tap on his arm had him turn to look, and he posed briefly for a picture at Stefan’s behest, on his old phone. He’d be getting a new one, a more rugged model, around the same time he’d figure out the logistics of quitting his dead-end job and moving into the city. He’d need to find a place close to the gym, no doubt. Stefan had him look at the picture and the selfie he took before, comparing the new Kyle to the old, and it was amazing the difference a change in perspective could have. He looked at his new body, sweat-drenched and masculine, with Stefan and the rest of his brothers around him, and thought that it was perfection how much he had to be proud of now.", "to": [ "https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams#Public" ], "cc": [ "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1286793120574345227/followers" ], "tag": [], "url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1290339875739930627", "published": "2021-09-30T15:49:59+00:00", "source": { "content": "BROTHERHOOD OF IRON\nhttps://sskinworship.tumblr.com/post/652655262246780928/\n\nKyle shaded his eyes as he looked up at the gym’s sign. BROTHERHOOD OF IRON stretched out above him in a stylized, looping but angular font, beneath a picture of a Roman helmet. It seemed… a little pretentious, but according to the flyer he saw posted it was the only gay-friendly gym in this part of the city that also offered free day passes, and he really felt the need to blow off some steam.\n\nKyle was visiting from out in the country to participate in his very first pride parade, and so far he had a blast. He’d never seen so many rainbows crammed onto one street. Or so many hot, shirtless guys. It left him feeling a little pent up by the end of the day, and after years of living in a tiny town with exactly zero other gay guys he’d gotten used to sublimating his sexual tension with working out. It’s not like he was planning to go cruising or anything, with all of his virginal pickup skills. He’d never do something that bold.\n\nHe pushed through the frosted glass door, his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and nearly instantly broke out into a light sweat. The late afternoon air had been cooling off, but the interior of the gym was both warm and slightly muggy, with a distinct tinge of sweat. Beneath the low pulsing drone of some foreign metal band playing over the intercom he could hear ringing steel and grunts of exertion. Well, found the gym rats, he thought to himself.\n\nThe man sitting at the front desk lazily reading a magazine was surprisingly large, his muscles straining against the tank top he wore and veins bulging under his skin. Dark tattoos trailed up and down his arms in geometric and concentric swirls and patterns that were hard to separate but were appealing in a primal sort of way. The bald head and thick beard completed the look, and a thread of doubt stirred in Kyle. Then the man looked up as Kyle walked in, and set the magazine on the counter. The smile he gave him was surprisingly warm for such an intimidating man.\n\n“I haven’t seen you around here before. You looking to join the brotherhood?” He gave Kyle a long look from head to toe, his smile quirking a bit. “Yeah, definitely new. I’d remember you.” Kyle hoped he wasn’t blushing as hard as he felt he was. Was he flirting? Was a guy actually hitting on him? He had no idea how to react, the very thought that a guy might find him attractive sending a spark of arousal through him, his earlier unease replaced with a completely different sort of tension. When the moment stretched on a little too long the guy raised an eyebrow, and Kyle jumped to respond.\n\n“N-no, I mean yeah, I’m new, but I don’t want to join. I’m just in town for the parade. The pride parade?” He actually jerked his thumb in the direction of the door, like they could somehow see the remnants of the parade several blocks away. He felt so flustered, it was horrible. The guy just grinned at him, leaning forward to rest his chin on his fist. “You have day passes, right? I’d like it. A pass, I mean.” The guy actually laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling up. Kyle thought it just made him look even more attractive, and quietly wished he had the guts to just leave before he humiliated himself even more.\n\n“Nah, I’d never give you a pass,” the guy said with another glance along Kyle’s body that he could practically feel. His eyes popped back up to lock with Kyle’s, and he had to fight to not look away. “I’ll let you stay for the day though. Let you get a feel for what I can offer. Maybe you’ll come back some day, hey? It’s just making an investment.”\n\nHe stood up, and walked around the counter. Up close he seemed even bigger, and Kyle had to swallow a few times when he extended a hand to shake. Even his hand was huge compared to Kyle’s, swallowing up his palm entirely. He didn’t let go right away, even when Kyle’s hand went slack. He looked down at Kyle, still holding his hand.\n\n“I’m Stefan. It’s your lucky day, because I decided you’re going to get some hands-on training. I don’t have anything scheduled for this afternoon, and I think you could really benefit from my…” another one of those damn looks, “attention.” The word was practically purred in a bass rumble. “But now you have me at a disadvantage, boy.” It was the boy that threw him off, even more than he already was. He had to lick his suddenly dry lips before he could respond, which of course Stefan noticed with a smirk. His palm, still pressed tight against Stefan’s warm paw, started to sweat.\n\n“Kyle,” he said with only a slight stutter. “My name is Kyle.” He wanted to introduce himself better, say it was nice to meet him as his country manners dictated. But it wasn’t nice to meet him. Stefan didn’t feel nice. He was friendly enough, but there was an edge to him that kept Kyle balanced on the edge between arousal and anxiety. All of that strength wrapped up in one man that seemed to enjoy toying with Kyle and his expectations. He wasn’t nice at all.\n\n“Good to meet you Kyle. We’ll keep this informal today. No paperwork or id cards. I’ll just give you a taste of my gym, and hope you decide to come back again and make things official if you get the opportunity.” He finally released Kyle’s hand from his grip. His fingers instantly felt cold, but he didn’t know if it was blood loss due to how tight it was being held, or from the fact it was now used to the furnace of Stefan’s warm hand. “First things first, I see you have your things with you. You can use one of the empty lockers today—here are the keys, it’s right through there, down the hall. Go get changed, and we’ll get started.”\n\nKyle nodded as he was ushered back toward the locker room. It was really happening. He took a deep breath, and pushed inside.\n\nThe locker room was thankfully deserted, and Kyle felt like he could breathe properly again once out of Stefan’s proximity. He just naturally soaked up all of Kyle’s attention until he could barely even hold a conversation. Being trained by him was going to be a nightmare, but he was in for it now. He’d never had a personal trainer so he had no idea what to expect, but no doubt it was going to be an ordeal.\n\nHe was just going to have to tell Stefan to take it easy. He wasn’t a bodybuilder or anything, nowhere near Stefan’s level. He just worked out to keep fit and work out some aggression. It might be nice to learn some new exercises though. His home gym was run by a guy everyone still called Coach that was ex-military and ex-high school coach but a few decades—and cheeseburgers—past his prime. The whole thing was self service, and the selection of equipment was pretty limited. He might be able to learn something from this misadventure, even if it was a struggle.\n\nHe slipped out of his street clothes and into his tank and shorts. He ran a hand through his hair to straighten it up before slipping on his cap. A few moments later his earbuds went in, not that he expected an opportunity to listen much with Stefan looming over him, and he paused in front of the mirror to look over himself. He did alright. Even if he wasn’t a bulked up beast, he looked fine. On a whim he snapped a selfie, even though he almost never did that. He just wanted to have a souvenir of this day, as weird as it is.\n\nHe finished locking his things away and stepped out onto the floor. Stefan was waiting right outside the door. He eyed up Kyle again, and he had to suppress a shiver.\n\n“You clean up nice. Good, good. Got plenty to work with.” Before Kyle could get a word in edgewise, Stefan wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him off down the hallway. The weight of his muscle was enough to cause him to buckle a little, and if Stefan hadn’t been using it to herd him along he might have actually struggled to support it. Stefan didn’t seem to notice.\n\n“Alright, we’re gonna take things easy today.” That sounded great, exactly what Kyle wanted. “I’ll get you warmed up, and then we’ll see what you can do. From the looks of things, you don’t have a trainer, right?” Kyle nodded. “Not too bad, but there’s room for improvement. You’re looking for tone, right? You’re obviously not into bulking. Not my preference, but I know a few tricks to get you where you need to go.” Stefan’s idle shrug propelled Kyle forward a few inches. He really was obscenely massive. Kyle steadfastly tried to ignore the warmth building between his legs.\n\nRather than head into the main room like he’d expected, Stefan turned into another room near the end of the hall. It was a smaller, private room with a modest collection of equipment. “I like to keep things cozy for personal sessions,” was all Stefan said when Kyle shot him a look. He wasn’t going to complain, really. It took a lot of pressure off him to not have to worry about being stared at by the meatheads grunting out there. Stefan motioned to a mat on the floor, and clapped his hands together.\n\n“Alright, we’re going to start with some stretches, get the blood flowing and warmed up. Then we’ll see what you can do. But first, lose the earbuds. I want you focusing on me, okay?”\n\nKyle stuffed them into his pocket as he moved over the mat, and he couldn’t help but glance at Stefan, who wore a serious expression now. No more smiles, it seemed. He didn’t like the thought he’d disappointed him somehow. At Stefan’s urging he started some standing stretches to loosen up his muscles.\n\n“Good, you’re doing good. I want you to focus on your legs as you stretch. Feel the tension in the ligaments, the fibers bunching and flexing under your skin. Focus as hard as you can on all the ways your muscles are resisting you.”\n\nKyle was… a little confused by this point, but he assumed there was more to stretching than he ever realized. Maybe he should have found a personal trainer earlier, if he was this uneducated. But Stefan was still talking, so he got his mind back on track and started to focus on his muscles as requested. He could actually sort of see it. As Stefan had him move into different positions, stretch and flex different muscles, he could feel a hesitation where the muscles didn’t move as smoothly as he wanted.\n\nHe concentrated, cycling through the positions again and again and focusing hard on easing through them as smoothly as possible. He could tell he was getting close, the movements coming with an ease of motion and flexibility he was unused to, but there was still just a hint of tension. It was frustrating.\n\n“Kyle, hey buddy, you with me? Yeah? You’re almost there, here, let me help.”\n\nHe was vaguely aware of a warm presence behind him, all of his attention locked on his muscles, and then hands were sliding around his hips, down his thighs. Fingers clawed and raked up the muscles with blunt fingertips, and the impromptu massage felt wonderful, but more importantly, his quads unlocked. He could feel the last bit of resistance falling away.\n\n“Good, that’s good,” rumbled softly in his ear. The hands slid down his legs, and he had to consciously control his knees because every muscle in his legs suddenly wanted to loosen. He’d done it, gotten past his resistance. A warm glow of happiness bubbled in his chest for having succeeded. The hands returned to his hips, and he was expecting the abrupt relaxation this time enough to catch himself with only a twitch. When Stefan reached back to blatantly grope his ass, squeezing his cheeks roughly in hands just big enough to cup them nicely, Kyle had to suppress a moan. That was relaxing, but it also felt so good.\n\nHe was leaning up against Stefan now, but his trainer accepted his weight without comment. His focus was split, his mind hazy as he tried to coordinate limbs that refused to behave without constant attention. And the hands were straying upward, sliding over his belly and chest, down his arms, and Kyle felt like he was falling apart but also the most relaxed he’d ever been outside of sleep. Maybe even sleep wasn’t this good.\n\nStefan kept murmuring little praises into his ear as he worked, and each one pinged through his mind before being forced out by the effort of his concentration. He couldn’t really hear Stefan, but he knew he was doing good, knew Stefan was happy with him, and that’s all he needed. Then the hands were sliding around his neck, tracing over the tendons, and the only thing left outside of this absolute relaxation was his head. A large hand moved into his vision, and he stared into the pale palm and outstretched fingers with bleary, crossing eyes. It was so, so hard to concentrate. All of the resistance was in his head now, and it was holding him back from complete relaxation. He wanted it, so badly.\n\nThe hand moved in, the palm pressing against his mouth, fingers resting over his eyes that he finally had to close, and a soft noise of surrender fell out of him as the last bits of tension drained away and he fell into deep relaxation. His head lolled back, and the hand remained there covering his face for several long moments. Every muscle was limp, his thoughts sluggish and muffled, and all he could do was lay pressed up against Stefan, one massive arm looped around his waist to keep him upright, and experience each moment.\n\n“There we go. Nice and relaxed, loosened up. Ready to be trained, aren’t you boy?” The chuckle in his ear wasn’t quite friendly, a darker edge to it that some instinct picked up on, but Kyle was in too deep to do anything but groan out an unintelligible noise.\n\n“You’re in control now, boy. Your resistance is gone. Your muscles will obey your commands, just like your mind obeys mine. Now, hold onto that relaxation, but stand up. You can do it.”\n\nThis was hard in a completely different way. He wanted to stay deep in this relaxation, but his trainer had told him to stand. It felt almost like a conflict, but just when his brow was starting to wrinkle he figured it out, and it was easy, so easy, to stand up and support himself. Stefan was right, his muscles obeyed.\n\n“Great, that’s it. Now we’re ready to get started. Are you ready boy? You’re going to love it. Go ahead and open your eyes.”\n\nKyle opened his eyes in time to see Stefan step in front of him, a pleased if predatory grin on his face. Even then he didn’t quite come awake. He was seeing, processing on some level, but his thoughts were completely blank. All he could do was relax. Relax, and enjoy, as Stefan’s warm hands came down on his shoulders. Let his words filter into his empty mind.\n\n“Let’s work on your arms. That’s the seat of a man’s power, you know. His strength. His vitality. The tools he uses to shape the world around him. Some might think a man’s power comes from his cock, but no. That’s a different kind of power entirely. We work on your arms, and the rest of you will fall into line. Now, I want you to flex your arms. Give me a double biceps pose, you know the one. The natural pose for demonstrating the strength in a man’s arms. It doesn’t need to be perfect.”\n\nThe hands on his shoulders squeezed in approval as Kyle lifted his arms, turned in his wrists, and flexed. Once in place, he froze. It was starting to get easier, functioning in this half-mindless state. He knew he could hold this pose for hours without tiring. He was also starting to make more connections to Stefan now that his attention was focused on him. It was less thought than passive observation, but more was actually trickling in. He knew he needed to hear what was being said. Stefan slid his hands over his biceps, giving them an appreciative squeeze.\n\n“You’ve done good getting these in such fine shape. Better than most men your age.” He huffed out a little laugh through his nose. “It’s funny you mentioned pride earlier. Now this is the kind of thing you should be proud of, being a powerful male. Being gay is just a character trait. This is an achievement. Can you feel that pride, in doing so well?”\n\nKyle smiled, eyes still unfocused and distant, but there was just enough of him there to nod, slur out a “yeah.”\n\n“Yeah, that’s it. That’s the secret, you know. Pride. You let pride flow into your muscles, into your mind, and it turns to strength. Conviction. Dedication. Loyalty. Power. It’s what separates the men from the boys. And you don’t want to be a boy anymore, do you? No, you want to be a man.”\n\nSomething deep in his mind tickled, and his eye twitched. Still, he could feel it. Feel it dripping warm out of his heart, his pride in himself moving into his head, his arms. The hands squeezed his biceps again, massaging the warmth into them, and it felt so good.\n\n“Pride is the key, boy. They’ll tell you it’s wrong, it’s a sin, but that’s because they don’t want men to be powerful anymore. Generations of weak boys having weaker sons, perpetuating the cycle because they’re afraid of what they could do if they accepted their own power. But you’re seeing it now boy, just look at you. Go ahead and look.”\n\nHe blinked, turning his head as the hands slid off his biceps, and a part of him registered shock at seeing his biceps larger by at least a third. There were actual peaks to them now, instead of the smooth curves he was used to. He could still feel trickles of pride flowing into his arms, warmth continuing to build in the muscle, but it was slowing.\n\n“Pride in yourself will only get you so far. You need to have a purpose. Something bigger than you to be proud of, to give you more power. You’re lucky, boy.” Stefan was stepping closer, tracing his fingertips over Kyle’s straining biceps. Voice going lower, more intimate. “A strong boy like you has so much to be proud of. It’s like pride, so many people will tell you it’s wrong. They’ll teach you to hate it, your manhood, your own power, the power of your brothers. Is it really so wrong being a man? Think of how far we’ve come, how civilized the world has become because of our leadership. If it weren’t for us, the whole world would fall apart. They know that, and it scares them to know how insignificant they really are.”\n\nKyle let out a noise, soft and short. Things still felt so far away, but he had something actually approaching a thought for the first time since he went under. He felt the first stirrings of discomfort. He knew the things he was hearing… they weren’t right, were they?\n\n“They want you to hate and fear yourself so you won’t use that power against them. They want to control you, so they can steal that power for themselves, not that they could use it. But you don’t need to do that. You can just take it, whenever you want. Accept that pride, pride in your manhood, your masculinity, and let it fill you up. It’s your birthright. Seize it, boy.”\n\nHe didn’t want to. Something was wrong. He was coming out of the fog, faint stirrings of fear growing as he remembered he had emotions other than pride, pride, pride. This was wrong, but he couldn’t fight it. He could already feel it building in him, begging to be let out. There was something about Stefan’s words that didn’t make sense, there had to be. Something to push back against. He let out a whimper, blinking repeatedly, but no matter how much he swam up out of the relaxed place he still couldn’t move. Stefan grinned at his expression, stroking a thumb over Kyle’s chin.\n\n“Starting to come back? That’ll happen as you get stronger. Soon no man will be able to control you, not even me. All that weakness burned right out of you. But until you’re strong enough, so long as you’re a weak little boy, you’ll stay right here. You’ll have to accept it eventually.”\n\nIt wasn’t enough. He couldn’t even make himself twitch. His expression fell back into blank passivity, despite the fear that was starting to be tinged with anger. He was too weak to fight Stefan off, and that stung his pride. Made him angry. If the only way to break free was to get more power, then he’d do it. He’d have to hold onto himself, his values, and then once he escaped he’d be able to put all of this behind him. After another brief hesitation, he let the pride out.\n\nThis was stronger, warmer, paler. Stickier, in a way, as it flowed out from his chest, from a part of him that was both within and without. The effect on his muscles was immediate, a warm tingling starting as the flow pulsed toward them relentlessly. It was different in how it affected his mind, once it spiraled up his neck. Last time he felt the pride as a pure emotion. Now it was oddly muted. It was less emotion, more logic. Within seconds he could feel his resolve slipping. He managed a frown, uncomfortable. He couldn’t place exactly what was happening, but he could tell things were changing. Some concepts growing stronger, others weaker. The anger was fading away, or perhaps redirecting.\n\n“You’re feeling it, good boy.” The hands closing on his biceps again felt good, warm. “Let it free your body and your mind. You’ve been abused for too long.” Abused? “Not only did they beat you down, steal your rightful place away from you, but they hurt you so much you took it into yourself. They forced you to participate, to help them hurt you. They made it so you couldn’t see any other way. Taught you everything you are is toxic and deserving of fear and hatred. I hate seeing you brought so low, but now we can fix things.”\n\nIt wasn’t really like that, was it? Yeah, the overly masculine guys, the patriarchy, those were the ones society didn’t like. Kyle was a feminist, he was gay. Females felt safe around him. But… Did he really feel safe around them? He’d never stopped to consider it. The last few years especially he’d been growing somewhat distant from his “girlfriends.” After seeing so many men utterly destroyed for the slightest transgression, the glee and righteous fury they’d attack the men in the news with, he’d grown uncomfortable with it. It felt less like calling men out and more like a zealous inquisition. A slaughter by religious fanatics. A cult of womanhood. And he’d never be safe with them, no matter how hard he defended them, because he had a penis. One mistake, real or imagined, and they’d turn on him too. He knew that, always feared it in the back of his mind. Never once did he question why he deserved to be afraid.\n\nHe didn’t want it to make sense, but he couldn’t make it stop. He knew he had been a feminist, should be one still, but the arguments he would have used floated away on the fog. Was buried under warm, sticky pride until he couldn’t see it anymore. Just like that, it was gone. He’d never be able to look at them the same way again. He didn’t know if he’d want to, if given the choice. He didn’t want to have to be afraid.\n\nStefan was looking into his eyes, and he smiled. His fingers squeezed down on Kyle’s biceps, calculating. “You see it, don’t you? I can tell because you’re growing faster. Only once you truly accept the pride will you make the most use of it. Now your eyes are opening, brother.”\n\nBrother. That was new. He blinked again, managing to focus on Stefan for the first time. He still couldn’t quite get expressions to work, couldn’t stop his endless flexing, but he could see, and recognize what he was seeing. More progress.\n\n“That’s not the only abuse you’ve suffered though. The only lies you’ve been told. I’m sure all of your gay, liberal friends told you that police are bad. That our military is bad. That our entire country is. They told you that patriotism is a sign of a weak, uneducated, and uninquisitive mind. They said that the whole world would be better off if we just… did away with all of it, right? No more cops. No more wars. Just peace for everyone, right?\n\n“But is that really true? We’re not at war now, but look at the state of the world. It’s falling to pieces around us, because too many people would not make the hard decisions. They let looting, rioting, and murder become the norm. And now, they want to use it as an excuse to throw away even more control. Just let chaos roam the streets, indiscriminately destroying everything in its path. Even a nice ‘liberal‘ boy like you can admit that if they had shut things down months ago hundreds of people would still be alive and uninjured and thousands of businesses would not have been destroyed. By now it’s going to take a massive effort to stop this violence. And the only people and institutions standing between it and the fall of society are the ones under attack.\n\n“We don’t need less cops, we need more officers willing to put their lives on the line to protect us. We don’t need a smaller military, we need to be able to defend ourselves and our allies from a world that isn’t ready for peace and is just waiting for us to let our guard down. We need to be strong, united in our civic duty to ourselves and our brothers in arms. Patriotism isn’t the sign of a weak mind, it’s the sign of a brave one. It’s okay to be proud of your country.”\n\nIt was disconcerting that Kyle could tell it was working before Stefan even finished talking. Even halfway through he could feel the pride stirring, feeding off his desire for things to return to some sort of order after all of this chaos. He didn’t like to think he was so malleable. He should be able to decide what to believe himself, without it being forced on him. But was it even really forced at this point? He knew he could disagree if he really wanted to.\n\nStefan let go of his biceps again and stepped back, licking his lips. Kyle still couldn’t move, but he tracked him with his eyes as he circled around behind him again. Heat blossomed all up his spine before warm muscle pressed into his back, the brush of a beard at his neck. Stefan’s arms circled around him, and they both groaned when he humped his rigid cock against Kyle’s ass. The thin fabric of their gym shorts was barely felt.\n\n“Fuck, you’re getting so hot,” Stefan broke character to growl in his ear. “Just a big fuckin’ beast. All that pride filling you up where it belongs, and we haven’t even got to the good part.” Another grind, his cock pushing hard into Kyle’s crack, right up against his hole. If they were both nude, he’d absolutely have been penetrated with that move. He groaned, but he couldn’t focus on his hole when he was busy looking at himself.\n\nKyle could see what he meant. The paralysis was slowly fading now, he could turn his head to really get a good look at his arms, and they were jacked. Nearly as big as Stefan’s at this point, and it was more than his biceps by now. The muscles all along his arms bulged with new power, and when he looked down he saw an actual tent in his tank top where the broad shelf of his pecs was pulling it away from his stomach. He could tell without even looking that his abs were just as ripped, his waist trim and compact.\n\n“You ready, brother? Ready for the last secret, at least for now? The last tool they use against you that should be a source of power?” Stefan was breathing a little heavier, hips working to mime fucking Kyle while he worked up the tension. “You should already know this one, it’s the secret that isn’t a secret. It’s the most powerful, but the most hated of all. It’s our greatest loss to the modern world, that this pride was taken from us and perverted in such a way. You know what it is.”\n\nAnd Kyle did, his eyes widening, as Stefan gave a particularly hard thrust. He leaned close, beard ticking Kyle’s neck, and whispered in his ear on panting breaths.\n\n“There’s nothing wrong with being white. They lied to you, to everyone.”\n\nThe effect was instantaneous. Connections that were already forming joined in his mind in the blink of an eye, the long-repressed pride swelling in him in a boiling surge of pure white. He let out an animalistic groan as all over his body his muscles swelled even further, growing to obscene proportions. Thick veins snaked under his skin as the last traces of fat vanished from his frame. His spine lengthened and broadened, as his physical form was perfected into the idealized white man in his mind. Strong. Powerful. Loyal to those who knew the secrets of pride and power. Dedicated to his race and homeland and brothers and through it all himself, because he was so full of love for all of them. Absolute in the knowledge of his conviction, because he’d been made to see and could never be blind again. He was a beast of passion and fury, the greatest of compassion for his brothers, the greatest of fear from his enemies.\n\nHe moaned, voice deeper than even Stefan’s, as he moved for the first time in so long. His arms dropped to his sides, at least as far as they could with his massive biceps in the way, quivering with energy. He was absolutely dripping in sweat from the residual heat in his muscles. He reached up to drag his now far-too-small tank off. His hat tumbled to the floor, but he paid it no mind. He was too busy trying to get used to his new body, his new outlook.\n\nStefan pushed himself against his back again, also shirtless. The contact of his skin felt electric, and when his still-hard cock slid against Kyle’s ass through their shorts he could feel his hole quivering with a rising feeling of need. He was strong. He was a man. And right now, he wanted to be fucked.\n\nHe fumbled to push down his shorts with still uncoordinated muscles after this second puberty. Stefan caught on a moment later and helped, pushing down both of their shorts after fishing through his pocket. Kyle stood there, panting with lust, as he felt Stefan pull back slightly, manipulate something that made a soft liquid noise. Then he was crowding against Kyle again, bracketing him in with his arms as he guided him down to his hands and knees on the soft mat. When the cock returned to his ass, it was slick with lube.\n\nThen Stefan’s fingers were working their way in, slick and hot and stretching him just almost too much, but he was strong. He could take it. It took far too long, with teasing touches against his prostate, and he snarled at Stefan in frustration to hurry him along. Then he was finally ready, stretched open and gaping a bit, and when the time came the cock slid into him easily like his body was welcoming it inside.\n\n“Thank you, brother,” Stefan mumbled into his back, sounding overwhelmed. “It’s easy to find a fag or a bitch to take my cock, but you are so far above them.” Hands that had encouraged his transformation traced over the fruit of their labors, following veins, smoothing over peaks, and delving into valleys. It was reverent, worshipful of Kyle’s newfound power. He understood completely. To be given the gift of fucking such a potent beast that it rivaled his own strength would be an honor. He considered it a gift to Stefan, for uplifting him. It didn’t hurt that Stefan knew how to use his cock.\n\nWithin minutes they were both rutting like beasts, grunting and groaning. Stefan pounded into him like it hurt to have his cock exposed to the air, and Kyle was slamming back with enough force that he’d end up with bruises. Stefan draped a hand over his shoulder, slid fingers around to wrap around his throat for leverage, and even though it had lined up his cock to stroke over his insides in just the right way he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into Stefan’s forearm with a growl. In many ways it was a battle as much as it was a fuck.\n\nThen, a minute later, Stefan stiffened and came with a deep moan, his cock kicking hard inside of Kyle’s hole, each pulse sending sympathetic pleasure through Kyle. Stefan leaned forward to drape himself over Kyle’s sweaty back, dragging his tongue over the other man’s ear, tasting his sweat, plunging inside only for his teeth to come down on the lobe. The pulses were coming to an end, his orgasm finally winding down, and he started thrusting again. The sound was obscene as he instantly made a mess of the cum pumped into Kyle, his cock stirring it around and pulling some out with each thrust. It dripped down his taint, onto his balls, and it was the final piece needed to push Kyle over the edge.\n\nHe shook hard as his hole fluttered around Stefan’s cock, the strong contractions shooting out heavy wads of virile cum to splatter against the mat. He felt complete, for the first time. A man-made whole, full of Stefan’s—his brother’s—voice and secrets and potent white seed. He wouldn’t recognize his old self at this point. Everything about that time seemed flat and gray, trapped in small-minded circles. Chained by his own ignorance. He’d never be weak again.\n\nThey cleaned up in companionable silence, and dressed. Kyle decided to forgo the shirt, because now he wanted nothing more than to show off all of this hard-earned power to everyone that could see. The product of his ancestors, generations of progress, to lead to his unlocked potential.\n\nStefan led him out to the gym’s main room, and he could see immediately that all of the men here were his brothers. He felt an instant surge of kinship for them, and knew fundamentally he’d lay down his life for them, as they would for him. Always training, honing their bodies beyond their natural limits, preparing. They would need to be ready when the time came. For what, he couldn’t say, but he knew it was coming. Nearly all of them were liberally coated in tattoos of various degrees of “offensive”, and he grinned to himself imagining the reaction the weak masses would have when he would wear his pride proudly on his skin. He was already planning designs, thinking of the best ways to use his skin as a canvas to accentuate his physique as well as proudly declare his loyalty.\n\nA tap on his arm had him turn to look, and he posed briefly for a picture at Stefan’s behest, on his old phone. He’d be getting a new one, a more rugged model, around the same time he’d figure out the logistics of quitting his dead-end job and moving into the city. He’d need to find a place close to the gym, no doubt. Stefan had him look at the picture and the selfie he took before, comparing the new Kyle to the old, and it was amazing the difference a change in perspective could have. 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