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A Lesson in Muscle: Another Luv Dream of Frank

Frank had been training his client “John” for a number of years, when during a work out session, John complained that his son “Rob” was having trouble at his new Middle School. Rob had been a well-behaved student in grade school and had earned good grades, and been active in the sports during recess. At his new school, the coaches had dismissed poor Rob because he was small for his size, and not given him much of a chance, and in the classroom teachers bullied him. Rob had changed from a kid who loved school to one who had to be forced each day to go on the bus. Frank told John that perhaps he could talk to the teachers and principal and help turn things around for Rob.

Frank and John showed up at the school on schedule. Rob was a nice looking guy and reasonably in good shape for 40, but even though he had a couple of inches on Frank, he seemed dwarfed by him. Frank was tanned and in contest shape. His shirt was tight and was like a second skin as his bulging muscles strained against the fabric. You could see the faint outline of his nipples and pectorals, the latter like two granite pedestals for his nipples. His biceps popped out from beneath his shirtsleeves, like he had a 16 lb. shot put strapped to each arm. His triceps were like melons. His shoulders were broad and rippling, and his back was like a wall of muscle tapering down to a narrow waist. His thighs flared against his pants and the crotch of his jeans seemed snug from his mammoth package. As Olympian as his physique was, it paled beneath the god-like beauty of his profile. Even John, who had been happily married for many years, could feel a little stirring of physical attraction when in the presence of Frank.

The receptionist was gaga for Frank. John felt she was about to leap over the counter she was so aggressively flirtatious with Frank. Her eyes had grown to dinner plates, her nipples were erect as her breast seemed to swell, and her tongue moistened her lips as if she was sizing Frank up for a barbeque. Needless to say, Frank pocketed her number (he was single in those days) and moved on to the principal. The principal was one of those prim and proper women who needed always to be in control, calm and collected. The first time she gazed at Frank, he shattered her stony visage into 1000 fragments. The usually nonplussed principal was all flustered. She led Frank into her private office, and John took a seat in the anteroom.

After a few moments of quiet talking John was startled by some crashing sounds and moved in a position to peek in. Debris from the principal’s desk was jumbled on the floor and the principal was spread eagle on the desk her legs entangled around Frank’s hindquarters as he demonstrated pelvic exercises. When the Principal and Frank emerged, Frank had a wicked smile on his face, and the principal now in a state of dishabille, her hair down, and her blouse and skirt hastily and erroneously buttoned had a look of dreamy ecstasy. It was obvious that new realms of pleasure heretofore unknown had been opened to her, although in perhaps cruel irony, future encounters with men would out of necessity fall short, for her standards of masculinity, virility and sexual expression had all been raised by the impossible bar Frank had set. As Frank pocketed yet another phone number, he turned to John and said, “ Now let’s see that Coach Baines who has been picking on your kid.”

I didn’t think Frank was going to find Coach Baines as easily finessed as the principal. A hard ex-marine and fitness freak, Baines stood as tall as Frank, and was in fighting trim. The students had nicknamed him “The Panzer”. He was a bully and tormented his students with abuse for his own sadistic pleasure. In physical fitness class, if you were not on one of the teams The Panzer coached, you were fodder for his verbal abuse and his humiliating gym challenges. Frank walked up to him while he was coaching some kids in wrestling and there was an exchange of words that John could not hear. Coach Baines dismissed his students to run a few laps around the gymnasium and stood close to Frank and the crescendo of sound in the still unintelligible words echoed across the gym, causing the jogging students to check out the show. Frank’s right fist impacted into the Coaches gut, like a jackhammer into concrete. You could almost see the ripples of pain shorting out his nervous system and the air being knocked out of lungs like a balloon whose end was held rather than tied, being released. Coach Baines stumbled back a few steps until Frank’s left hook connected with his jaw, and then it was lights out for Baines. When he came to, Frank proceeded to play World Wrestling Federation with Baines, grabbing him, picking him up high and slamming him energetically to the mat in displays of strength that ended in several obviously excruciatingly painful (for Baines) pins. Eventually Frank too pity on the sobbing, pleading and puking Baines. The unfortunate Baines could clearly be seen to be sporting an erection, for even through the brutal punishment, he could not resist the potency of Frank’s physique and supernaturally handsome visage. From then on the students at the school had a new nickname for Baines: The Bitch.

Next Frank moved on to the history teacher, Mr. Pascal. One good punch and a few bitch slaps, and the teacher was groveling at Frank’s feet licking his work boots and pledging his eternal obedience and slavish devotion. I hear he is divorced now, has shacked up with a bodybuilder with a passing resemblance to Frank. His new “roommate” utterly dominates him, treating him as a slave, and even takes, the now submissive Pascal on walks with a harness, leash and spiked dog collar. The now ex-history teacher shows up for Frank’s web cam these days and discusses how much he would enjoy Frank to defecate and pee on him. His handle is lilbitch4frank. A confirmed hetero before his encounter with Frank, after five minutes with the muscle-god he had shifted down the sexual spectrum to utter flamer.

The language arts teacher proved no obstacle to Frank, within moments he had her pressed against the wall, and the vibrations could be felt three classrooms down the hall, the cries of pleasure reverberated across the campus. I heard Mrs. Federmann not only got a divorce, but she became so obsessed with Frank, that he had to get a restraining order.

The long of the short of it was, when Rob went to school the next day, he owned that school, his confidence returned and he graduated Valedictorian. The administration and staff of Franklin Pierce Middle School had learned a lesson that day, a lesson in muscle.