Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2019 10:18:29 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Ripped Chapter 1

Hey guys!!

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RIPPED

March 2018

"Come on, push it! Look, I'm hardly touching it. Its all you, its all
you. Here we go...just a little more Almost done...dude you're ripped...its
all you...done! Take a five and a drink of water. I'll be back to cool you
down, yeah?"

"Holy...shit...Dave...you killed me..."

"And your wife will love me for it. Go on, get that down ya." I laughed,
tossing him a bottle of water.

"Dunno...how happy...she'll be if...oooh...if I can't get it up tonight
because I'm too sore of you drilling me..."

"And how's that, Frank? Literally or...figuratively?"

I smiled. Frank wiped his brow and took his fourth sip of water. He
swallowed after rolling the cold liquid around his gob, before looking me
straight in the eyes, like he had countless times before. Only, this time
without that much passion. Ya know? That same passion that so fiery ignites
when two men show each other just how much they are attracted to the
other. That rolling around, fingers and hands grabbing just about every
single piece of muscled inch they possibly can. Yeah. Frank knew his way
around a bedroom, that I can promise you.

"Dave. Listen mate..."

Oh boy. Here we go.

"You need us to stop?"

"Kinda...mate...my wife is due any day now. You knew going into this, this
was all..."

"Frank, do you see me crying me eyes out? Yeah? No. It was casual
sex. Nothing more. You're married with a kid on the way. I'm the guy at
your gym who trains ya. We're cool. You say we stop, we stop. Go home mate,
and enjoy your soon to be born baby boy. Your days of being gay is
over. Permission granted."

Frank looked at me like, either he had somehow been freed from a prison
sentence, or that his favourite dog had just died. I blinked. Did he really
want us to stop? Did he really wanna go back to his wife? Was he really
straight? Bonkers. He had a kid on the way. There was no way I was
interfering in that.

"You mean, this is it?" Frank asked, and he was not looking at me. I was
glad he didn't.

"Unless you wanna leave your wife for me? Not sure I can have kids tho..."
I joked. What else was I supposed to say?

Frank slowly turned away from me, and just as I was about to say goodbye to
me 6 month old fuck buddy for good, he offered me his hand.

"Thanks, Dave. Thanks for everything. I'll...I'll never forget you, mate."

I, in turn, shook his hand and walked away. I knew that if I didn't, I
would have been demoted to persuade him to leave his wife. Why...why do I
always...ALWAYS...fall for the wrong guys? As I closed the sauna door
behind me and started to clean up, tears rolled down my cheeks. And lets
face it, it wasn't because of sweat. That was me. Twenty-three years of
age, gay, personal trainer in a gym...and all alone.



APRIL 2018

"Dave, there is a new potential member coming in for an assessment this
afternoon. Brian is out with chest infection, so I was hoping you could
handle it?"

"Boss-Man...come on! I have my sister's twenty-first later on, I told you
that like two weeks ago."

I knew it didn't help arguing. I would just end up losing the argument and
the last thing I could afford right now was to lose my job.

"The assessment will take you like 45 minutes, Dave. You know that. You
have all night to spend with your sister. But...if this gym doesn't
attracted members, me and you will both be on the streets. That what you
want?"

See?

"Of course...No Boss-Man. He better hurry up. I don't have all afternoon."

"And Dave...take it easy on him. From what I can see about his application
form, the guy is sixteen. Still in school. We need the younger crowd
desperately."

Joy. Just what I needed on the day my sister turns 21. A snot nosed young
prick who's Daddy has too much money and now his little boy wants some pecs
to impress the girl he obviously wants to fuck. I sighed. An assessment was
basically to see where the potential member stood in terms of fitness,
health and general lifestyle balances. To work out a training program
according to what I assess of the potential member as well as an eating and
diet plans to serve his or her needs. And like Boss-Man said...without
attracting the younger crowd we might as well close the gym's doors. Which
means I won't be able to pay my rent. Buy food. Hmm...I wonder who, out of
all my previous fuck buddies I had collected over the years would offer me
a place to stay if that ever happens. Or more to the point...who of them
would even remember me. My phone made a sudden peep. Oh fuck off. Some body
or torso, if you prefer, decided to follow me on Twitter. Great. A whole
new fake profile to be stalked with. However, I did see there was also a DM
(Direct Message) from a guy that I've been chatting with lately. Nothing
sexual... yet...but there was enough interest from both sides to keep this
going at least for now.

"Hey you. You done with your shift? Lemme know. ;)"

This dude's profile actually came with a face and a quite believable one
since he had numerous photos of himself on his Twitter account so I knew
that, what ever this was, at least this guy was genuine. Fuck me, he could
have been chatting to numerous gay dudes online except me. I wasn't an
idiot. But I needed this. These words from a stranger. I was dead tired of
fucking around. God damn, I wanted a blasted serious relationship. Was that
too much to ask?  I sighed, rolled my eyes, checked if the assessment guy
was at reception yet (he wasn't ) and quickly typed back a reply.

"Gym was a nightmare today. Got a last minute assessment then heading to me
sister's party. If you were in town I'd totes invite you."

I regretted that final sentence the minute I pressed send. What the actual
fuck was I thinking? Fuck the relationship bull crap, I needed an ass to
fuck and a cock to suck PRONTO!! I swore I'd never be this desperate for
companionship. But there you were. I saw movement at reception. I
sighed. Lets get this over and dine with. At least there would be free food
at my sister's do.

As I walked into the reception area, I saw him. High school kid, my
ass. The "kid" was a blimp. Bags and bags of fat that swung from his chin,
to his obvious man boobs, to his...if you could call it a stomach (at the
time I honestly thought it was a mountain of pudding) and finally ending
with his legs that looked like the dead weight of tree trunks. Like all
high school kids, he was on his phone. No doubt chatting to his fellow
geeky, fat, nerdy friends. God. When the hell did I get so evil...Whatever
his story was, there was no doubt this living, breathing donut needed some
serious help from a fitness trainer.

"Hey...are you Ryan perhaps? Ryan...Ryan White?"

He looked up from his phone at me. I was stunned. His eyes portrayed
anything but having a good time on Snapchat. Nor did it have the glow and
adventure of sharing a joke with friends on WhatsApp. He was sad. Tired?
No...then it struck me. He was scared. For some reason, this blob of a fat
teenage boy, sixteen according to his gym application, was terrified. And
without knowing him, I somehow knew, being massively overweight had nothing
to do with that.

"Uhm...yeah, I suppose. I mean...yeah, I'm...I'm Ryan. "

I swallowed and reached out my hand towards him.

"I'm Dave. Good to meet you."



MAY 2018

The kid was working on my damn nerves. He couldn't lift a duvet cover,
never mind his arms.

"Come on, Ryan. Look, there is only five more to go. Come on, man! You can
do this!"

"I...I...can't..."

"I'll spot you. Okay, see? Every time you complete a lift, the fat loses,
and you win. You wanna be a loser? Do you want the fat to control you?"

"NO!!!" He thundered out with such a desperate cry in his teenage voice
that even I was convinced. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy. His humongous
chest was heaving up and down at a furious pace. He was desperate for some
normalcy. And of course a cheeseburger and Coke with fries to be
honest. For a month now, the little shit had promised me that he kept to
the eating plan that I had personally designed for him. His first weigh in
was about to happen in two days time, so there was no way he could actually
lie to me. If he had picked on junk food whilst at school or at home, he
would gain like crazy and then finally...I'll be able to write in my report
that the gym member was not willing to meet his side of the requirements.

I know. It sounds as if I hated Ryan. I actually didn't. I had respect for
him doing what he was, trying his best to lose weight, however, he wasn't
opening up much. There had to be a reason why he was pushing himself this
bad. According to his medical records there wasn't yet any danger,
miraculously, to his organs, especially his heart. That in it self was
something to work with. He wanted to do too much, too soon, only to chicken
out when shit got real. I had all my fucking days to get him off the
treadmill in the first two weeks. He asked me straight out why he couldn't
continue longer than the regulations stated ten minute work out.

Then there was the small matter of him over doing EVERY single thing I
taught him. When the program clearly stated THREE sets of each exercise,
the wise ass had to make it five sets. Even now, in the present his upper
body and arm muscles was on the verge of giving in, but he stuck to his
guns, with groans and moans. Completing the set, I took the weights from
him and placed them down onto the floor. He was sweating like a snow
cone. He couldn't even speak. Then I realised...it wasn't sweat alone
rolling down his cheeks. It was tears. The groans...some of it was heart
breaking sobs. The reason he doubled over with his head between his
legs...he didn't want me to see he was crying. A part of me wanted to try
and help. But how could I, even begin to try? Me being the fuck up I was?
Where would I even start? I sighed and looked at my watch. I had 30 minutes
to shower and change before my date.

"Get yourself into the showers, Ryan. Tomorrow we do legs and thighs. And
remember, on Friday, we weigh in. See ya."

I was a terrible person. I know.

To make things worse my date didn't show. I checked my DM's on
Twitter. Nothing. The guy hadn't been online or posted anything since the
early hours of the morning. After weeks of chatting and eventually,
flirting the hell out of each other, me and Jake decided to meet up. He was
in town for a medical conference and it was his idea to finally meet me in
person. Of course, me being the washed up idiot who decided to believe he
was sincere, I swallowed the crap he messaged me. That night, as the waiter
came over to ask me for the FOURTH time, whether or not I'd liked to order,
I realised...better stick to booty calls and one night stands,
mate. There's no such thing as love. Even if that was what I had craved the
most.

To make a long story short, I was ending up fucking that same waiter in my
bed twice later on that evening and deleted Twitter on my phone. That
alone, was better than the waiter's mouth when he tried, and failed to deep
throat me.

The following day, I was almost hoping Ryan had given up on losing weight
after I had put him through the previous day, but noooo...as soon as I
clocked on for my shift, there he had to be. Ready and waiting for his
personal training session. Him currently being my only client...chickening
out wasn't exactly the choice I could afford to make. This kid's father
paid in full and we needed him.

"Ryan! Buddy! Hope you haven't been waiting long?" I faked a minor
conversation as I took a sip of water and sarcastically smiled at
him. Oh...only he wouldn't realise that because the fucker was yet again,
on his phone. When he heard my voice, however, he placed his phone inside
his gym bag and stood up straight.

"Legs today, you said?"

Not a warm person, was he?

"Sure did. Okay, 10 minutes on the treadmill. Let's take it up a notch to 8
speed and then..."

"Can't I do 10 speed?"

Breathe...

"Ryan, I really think you aren't ready for 10 speed yet. You've only been
doing this for a month and according to your body weight..."

"It's weigh in tomorrow. Please? I have to lose weight! I have to!"

The severity of whatever was the reason behind this outburst was becoming
more and more confusing. I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna know the
reason for his desperation. I walked over towards him and placed my hand on
his shoulder. I nearly retracted it when I felt him shiver. What the fuck
was going on with this kid?

"Ryan, listen. You and your dad pay me to train you. You have got to listen
to me. I know more than you about fitness, that's just how things are. So
you got to believe me when I tell you, you're not ready for something. I'm
doing my best here. Okay?"

Ryan dropped his head in his hands, as if in defeat. Man, he was really
having some demons in that head of his. If only he'd talk to me! How can I
even begin to help him if I didn't know what was bothering him?

To his credit, he did EVERY single work out that I assigned him, that day
and the duration of his training. It wasn't easy. I particularly got really
winded up into getting this kid to maximise his potential and therefore,
kept yelling in his ear and pushing and pushing and PUSHING him not to give
up. I think when we finally finished, even I was drenched in sweat. My abs
was showing through the white tank top I was wearing. I picked up my bottle
of ice water and took a sip. It was just for a split second. When I lowered
my head, after swallowing the fluid, he turned his head away and kept
drying himself off. I knew that look. I've seen it a hundred times
before. The little bugger was checking me out.

But never from Ryan. Until today. Then again, it wasn't every day the
personal trainer became so invested in pushing his subject that he too,
started to sweat like an endangered animal. Looking at his eyes, he knew he
had been caught but neither of us said anything. He was clearly desperate
to lose the weight and I was desperate for the money his dad paid to me and
the gym.

"So what happens tomorrow?" I faintly heard him ask.

"Simple. We put you on a scale, weigh you and see how much kilojoules you
lost. We look at all the measurements we took the day of your assessment to
see where you are after four weeks of training."

Ryan slowly turned his head and looked at me. Or at least, he was trying
his best to.

"What if..."

"What if what, Ryan?"

He swallowed and came closer.

"What if I didn't lose anything? What if nothing helped? What if I'm gonna
lose like THIS for the rest of my life?"

He was as close to tears as I had ever seen him, including the day
before. I felt a strange feeling inside my chest. I quickly pushed it away,
out of my head.

"There is no way, with all the hard work we have done, that you have lost
nothing. You hear me? Hey, if you can't trust your personal trainer, who
can you trust?"

It was meant to be a joke. He didn't smile.

The following day, he did.

When I had the fortune of telling him, that he had LOST nearly 13.54 kg in
four weeks.



JUNE 2018

I was at MacDonald's the first time I received a WhatsApp message from
him. Of course we had each other's contact details but it was always me
doing my job when messaging him and it was always regarding something to do
with his training. His weight was down from 133kg to 118kg by now and he
was doing well. So much surprise when the little shit told me via the
message that he didn't wish to continue his training. I swear to God, I
nearly choked on my Big Mac like a thirsty slut for a thick cock. What???
Why??? Just when I was beginning to enjoy my fucking job again, for the
first time in YEARS, this happens.

No. Not a fucking chance. I grabbed my keys, threw away what was left of my
hamburger and ran outside. I got into my two-seater and turned on the
ignition. This needed sorting. And I didn't mean to do that because of the
money alone. Okay, I confess. Of course Ryan's gym fees would make my life
considerably better but...for God's sake, he was doing so well! Why give us
up after eight solid weeks?? I called Boss-Man at the gym to look up Ryan's
address on file, and after I told him it looks like we would be losing the
fat teen, he jumped to give me the info.

"If you don't convince him to re-join, Dave, you might as well not come in
again. I don't have the money to keep you on."

BRILLIANT.

I followed the directions given to me from my GPS and within a matter of
minutes I pulled my modest car into their luxurious drive way. It looked
like something out of that movie, Just Like Heaven...where at the end, both
Reese Witherspoon and the hunk that is Mark Ruffalo makes out in as the
movie finishes. Or close enough. It was daunting. It felt like I was
intruding. But my God...my job was on the line here. All that progress we
made lost? Fuck no. Not if I could help it. I composed myself and rang the
doorbell.

Six and a half minutes of waiting, three rings of that doorbell later, I
finally heard some movement inside the house. It sounded like something was
jogging down a flight of stairs. Sure enough, the door opened and there
stood...well, not Ryan.

"Sorry, I must have the wrong address...?" I said, clearly
uncomfortable. Remind me to kill Boss-Man for giving me the wrong info and
wasting my fucking time.

"Are you looking for Ryan? He's upstairs if you are," the boy said and
pushed past me. He seemed in a hurry. Wonder why. Why anyone would
willingly run away from a posh pad like this, he must be bonkers. I'd squat
here if I could. Nevertheless, I needed to do what I came here to do. Talk
to Ryan and convince him not to quit the gym. Easy as fuck. Yeah
right. What teenage boy ever listened to a grown up?

"Ryan!!? You here? Your friend let me in, its Dave! Can we talk?"

I heard someone or something scurrying away in one of the upstairs rooms. I
heard something fall over, then several things. I heard a door slam
shut. Finally, I came face to face with a person I came all the way to see.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU???"

The boy just stood there, his face smeared with what looked like dried cum
and snot. He had a black eye forming. His lips were swollen. He looked
absolutely terrified. Then I copped on... Of course...he didn't realise how
close I was to the stairs. He didn't think I would see him. He wanted to
make a damn run for it before I reached his bedroom.

Within 3 seconds I was up those stairs with my arms around him.

"That boy who let me in, did he do this to you?"

Silence.

"Tell me, Ryan, or I swear I will hunt that little piece of shit down and
beat the crap out of him, even if he's innocent. Talk to me!"

"YES! OKAY?? YOU HAPPY NOW?"

His throat made a gargling noise. His big frame sunk from my own embrace
towards the floor. His huge body was wrecked in soft sobs. I stood there
like a bloody tea leaf, not knowing what to do, or what to say. The tears
was beginning to mess with the sperm on his face. I had to start somewhere.

"Come on, up you get."

In having lost a massive 24kg, it certainly didn't mean the overweight
sixteen year old teenager was now suddenly as light as a feather. I had to
drag him upwards with all the muscle I had. His entire body felt like it
had to will to live. No motivation. No passion. No heart.

"Where's the bathroom, Ryan?"

Slowly, he reached out his hand and pointed to a door further along the
corridor. I slowly led him towards it and pushed the door open. I didn't
really care about all the fancy schmancy washing cloths and towels and
shit. I just did what came naturally. Grabbed what ever I could find,
splashed it with water and slowly, carefully, turned his face towards
me. He panicked, and he refused to face me. With the abundance of a real
teenager if ever I had seen one. A dim reminder that even though he looked
massive, he was still a kid at heart.

"Ryan. Look at me."

No reaction.

"Ryan. Trust me. Look at me."

He swallowed, and with all the guts he possibly had to muster in his body,
he slowly turned to face me. That bloody piece of scum...it was clear what
had been going on. That little fucker who opened the door for me has been
using Ryan as his personal cum dump. For whatever reason I didn't know, but
my first priority was to get him clean.

His eyes. They were blue. With just a hint of green. They were tired. Like
nothing mattered. I touched his face with the side of my left hand, to keep
it in place whilst I cleaned off the cum with my right. What and how did he
get himself into this...he kept staring at me. I kept staring
back. Confusion and tiredness in his eyes, slowly, as if it was a natural
phenomenon, turned into what can only be described
as...admiration. Affection? He knew someone was there. Someone, beyond his
belief, had cared enough, to be there for him.

His face was clean. I didn't stop. His eyes were fascinating. His
lips...his forehead...his thick arms...his chest had begun to slowly fill
out after eight weeks of rigorous training. His stomach, although not slim,
had certainly begun to show signs of body fat melting away. Oh my God...his
eyes.

"Can...uhm...can I call someone? Your dad perhaps?" Understand, I had to
say something. Change what we were doing. For my sake as well as his. The
moment between us became too intense.

"He's overseas. I'm here all alone. Like always."

Finally, he's opening up.

Don't do it. He's sixteen.

Don't do it. He's a kid.

I pulled him towards me and held him. As if in a dream, I heard him sigh,
croak to get some air, perhaps. Could it be, that at last, someone gave him
some much needed love and affection? When clearly, this boy didn't get that
from his own father. It took a full minute of solid silence until I felt
his arms around me too. We stayed like that for a while. There really no
need, at that moment, to pull apart.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Anything."

"Don't tell anyone about this. Please."

"Only if you promise me something in return."

"Yeah?" he asked, looking up at me. God. He was bea...GET REAL, DAVE!

"Please don't quit your training. You can't give up now. Don't give up on
me. Please?"

His face retorted and morphed into a look of sheer annoyance.

"Who said I was giving up on you? Not you. Never. I...just...Didn't think
gymming was still necessary when...when I have no one to share it
with. Fuck. You're gonna find out anyway. I was PAYING Robbie. That boy you
saw? Yeah. I'm bribing kids at school to be my friend. Because no one wants
anything to do with the FAT KID!"

I stared at him as tears yet again flooded his face. He wasn't finished
either.

"I can't do sports with other boys and make friends that way, because I'm
fat. I can't go out with people because I'm fat. I don't fucking fit in any
where. The last boy I liked and asked out..."

He stopped. Hurt and anger became shame and nervousness. He had just outed
himself to his personal trainer.

"Just go. You know everything now and I bet you wanna run for the
hills. I'm such a fuck up!"

I viciously pulled him towards me. Our eyes met. His chest was heaving. So
was mine. Our hearts were beating twice as fast as usual. I was gay, but I
had never, ever, been attracted to a teenage guy of sixteen years. I placed
a reassuring hand on his shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. He
trembled. He never took his eyes from mine.

"I ain't going anywhere. You believe me?"

His eyes flickered down to my abs. My chest. My arms. All the way upwards
to my hand on his shoulder, and finally my face. He swallowed, licking his
lips.

"You're so beautiful..." he whispered.

Fuck this.

I kissed him.


THANKS FOR READING!!

Chapter two is being written as we speak. Ryan's total transformation will
be addressed as well as their feelings for each other. But first, did you
like the story? If ya did, gimme a shout out on liciousryan@gmail.com xxx