The Disgraceful Fall of Dragon Kid Chapter One
He took off his school uniform, the tapered torso with muscles so drum-tight shone under the afternoon sunlight, with the stature of just 5 feet 5 in height and 135 lbs in weight, he was one of the most petit students in his class, and naturally became the subject of ridicule and bully.
That was when the school term started, but as time went by, the role quickly switched from a weakling to a figure who was greatly adored by the girls and envied by the boy. Nobody would have expected that he had the gut to enter Calisthenics Club, it was the toughest sport ever established by one of the school’s PE teachers, Mr Petro. The first time he entered the Calisthenics room, Petro quickly brushed him off with a scornful look, he even teasingly asked him: “Do you think you can really join this club?”
He looked at him confidently and said: “Sure, Sir, just try me.”
Petro then led him to a 6-feet high horizontal bar apparatus, he then pointed at the bar and said: “OK, just do some chin up.”
To everyone’s surprise, he leapt up like a butterfly to grab the metal bar and in no time, he just effortlessly pull himself up, once, twice, thrice, and it just went on. No one had ever done it as gracefully as he, Petro was astounded and then he was dumbfounded when the weakling right in front of him released his right hand to lift himself with just one arm!
Not only Petro was impressed, the other bulkier and taller students around just looked at him in great awe.
“What…what is your name?” Petro asked, stammered.
He lowered himself to the ground and calmly said: “Bien, Sir, Bien Ragalado.”
That was the first time when he tried to join the club, and the rest was history.
As usual, after school Bien would go to the Calisthenics room for daily practice, no one would be there as the regular practice session started at 5 pm, but then he has to do his part-time job at the warehouse every day from 3 to 6 pm, Petro allowed him to practice on his own. He always practised shirtless as the sweat would soak the shirt drenched wet, he didn’t have time to do laundry every day and he didn’t have extra shirts as well.
For the first half an hour, he would repetitively do some routines drills on the apparatuses, his near-zero-lipid muscles were as compressed as wrought iron, and every muscular ridge outlined his majestically lean physique, they were like being chiselled meticulously. Every part of his body expressed the beauty of a Greek adonis to perfection, the tapered waist with those fish-scale muscles aligning like piano keys, both pectorals that dove-winged with well-marked striations cracking apart from the sternum and finally, the deeply etched abdominal compacted muscles that appeared in the form of thin chocolate bars, they combined to form one of the most desired upper bodies in the school, not only insanely adored by girls but boys as well, especially the Calisthenics teammates who had impressive musculatures but were pale comparisons when Bien came into the scene.
When the muscles were warm and pumped as hard as a nail, someone would enter the room, and Bien would just give them a cold stare. There were 3 of them, all were at least half a head taller than him, and much bulkier as well.
Are you ready, Bien? One of them, Paulo, asked.
The other two Alex and Angelo, would move away to lock the door and lower the blinds as a precaution, disruption was not anticipated although they knew too well that probably no one would turn up before 4 pm.
Bien didn’t respond, he would just start wiping away the beads of sweat with a towel, Paulo then started to caress his abs and smilingly nodded his head: Wow, damn hard, I like it.
Without much ado, Bien walked to a parallel bar, raised both of his arms and gripped it tight, the pose yanked every bundle of his upper body’s muscles into fully stretched condition, and the magnitude of muscular hardness seemed to instantly hike a few notches, especially the abdominal zone was now split into 10-packed formation.
Bien expressionlessly looked at them and said: You can start now.
Paulo then signalled Alex and Angelo with a tug of his head, they then stood in front and the back of Bien, flipping up the long sleeves to expose their powerful lower arms, and balling their palms into knuckled-popping fists. Then both of them started to pound Bien’s abs and obliques from both sides, they turned him into a genuine human punching bag!
The assaults from Alex and Angelo were merciless and intent, there was no holding back, the unleashing of flying fists continued for about 15 minutes, and then they switched positions for another 15 minutes. Bien was still expressionless, he just slightly gritted his teeth as there was only an obscured tightening of his lower jaws. After 30 minutes, they both stopped, panting with hot beaded sweat on their foreheads, they rubbed both of their fists, high-fived and walked away.
It was Paulo’s turn, he was 6 feet 2 with 90 kg of fully energized muscles, and there were brass knuckles on both of his fists, he looked at Bien with a vicious smile, and said: You will be paid double today. Bien, again, just mutely looked into his eyes, the muscles appeared as pristine as ever, probably smeared with a light tinge of pink due to the earlier onslaught, but no significant damage was incurred. Paulo stabilized his footing and pulled back his right arm, he then threw an uppercut right into Bien’s abs! Then followed by left arms, then from sideways, or straight into his lower abs, so-called the soft spot, but to Bien, it was drum-tight. The crushing of human muscles with metal gadgets went on for another 30 minutes, it was outright brutal, and highly satisfying as well, fulfilling the insatiable appetite for torture.
When Paulo halted with his chest heaving up and down, feeling warm and horny triggered by the sound of pounding muscles, Bien just stopped clenching his jaws, the handsome face was still cool like nothing happened. The morphology of his near-perfect abdomen was intact, even the skin was not much discoloured except for a thin layer of reddish hue that would fade away in no time. While Bien dressing up, they left with three stacks of currency notes on the table, the reward of being a punching bag was not bad at all, for some good reasons, Bien just took it as a challenge to generate a side income and the same time, to toughen up his muscles.
Comments
Post a Comment