What we’re going is making some kind of energy drink. Then you can decide if you want to go on.’ ’Good, I should tell you what happen now. He placed the electronic board on the bureau and sits down.
Hope your also have a lot of success.’īurgh takes Sjoerd to another room, what looks like an office. ’Looks like you also have a patient Burgh.’ The two cross the path of Sjoerd and his man. ’Okay, if you have empty every bottle, you can come back and I should measure you again.’ The guy was holding a box and was also wearing the strange white clothes. Another man, also wearing only jeans and shoes, and also only having some god-liked muscles, was leaving the room with some kind of guy. Just when they leave the gym room, another door opens. After half an hour, the man called Sjoerd to stop and take him to another hallway. After that Sjoerd does some bench pressing, running, spinning. The man nodded if the result appear on the screen he was holding. Sjoerd started with doing some weight presser. ’Good, just do what I say and the results should appear here.’ The man takes some kind of board from a box. Sjoerd stepped back to the room and the man smiled. It was not like the man asks it on regular base, but if he really cares. He was surprise with the sound of the voice. ‘Is it going alright?’ Sjoerd heard from the other side of the curtain. First, the clothes were lose around his body, but suddenly, it was they were shrinking, because the next moment the clothes were tight around him. They feel very soft and smooth, like they were just new. It was a white jeans and a white shirt, but they where strange little bolls attached to it, like with green screen costumes. Sjoerd walks behind the curtain and takes a look at the clothes. It help us save all of the data we need.’ ’You must take off all your clothes and dress with the clothes behind the curtain. Now, they where standing in a small room, with only a doctors bed and a curtain. Sjoerd puts his sport bag in the locker and close it, slide the key into the pocket of his pants. Sometimes you must come back, to let us masseur you.’ ’You can use this for as long as you make use of our products. The first room makes Sjoerd think of a locker room. The man smiled again and walked to another door. ‘Sorry, that’s our way of welcoming now faces. Before he could think, he feel the big arms of the man wrapping around him and take him in a big, but soft bear-like hug. Sjoerd walked to the man and hear the door closed. Don’t standing there, you maybe get sick.’ He man looked up and smiled when he sees Sjoerd. Sjoerd could see his beautiful, round pecs, his rock hard abs, his bugling biceps.
He was only wearing a pair of jeans and shoes. The man coming out of the door was also a beautiful packet of muscles. Sjoerd walked inside and looks around, to find some kind of direction. On the floor was laying purple carpet, on the wall where life-size posters of bodybuilders hanging. It takes a couple of minutes, but then he heard a voice. It made Sjoerd think of a cube of grey concrete He walked to a door a knocked.
He showered, dressed and takes his bike to ride to the address. He recognized the address, it was around his own campus home. The man walked threw a door and Sjoerd looked to the note. If you going now, you maybe be helped quickly.’ He gives the note to Sjoerd and stood up. The man takes at block note and writing own something.
With a smile, the man flexed his right arm, popping out a big bicep, like a soccer ball. Becoming like you should be a dream, but a bit more hard is enough.’ ’Oh, I just wanted to become a bit more muscular. ’Why are you working out here boy?’ he asks after Sjoerd was done talking. Sjoerd start to feel good around the guy. The man listens with care, shaking and nodding at the right moments. Not having many friends, not having a boyfriend. He was living at campus at the same dorm room as his brother, doing a study to become police cop, working at a gay bar as host. While the two where sitting at the gym’s bar, enjoying a fruit shake, Sjoerd told the man about himself. The man giggles, and some of his muscles where giggling, like pudding. Tough the man maybe was talking to someone else. How are you doing?’įirst, Sjoerd looks behind him. Then, the perfect man starts to talk to him. But then, the guy turned his head and smiled at Sjoerd. He tough, that the guy wasn’t real, a made-up thing from his mind. The first time Sjoerd sees the guy, he was shocked. I didn't want to bomb you all direcly, so I'm gonna take this slow. After a couple of good reactions, I decide to wrie down this story.