Chapter 3: Midnight Cocktail
Benji pushed open the creaky door of the island's bar, a small, thatched-roof hut that sat on the edge of the beach. The scent of saltwater and tropical flowers filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of the exotic drinks the bartender was mixing. The dimly lit space was filled with the soft hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. A few lanterns cast a warm, golden glow over the space, their flickering light dancing on the wooden walls and making the colorful drinks behind the bar shimmer like precious gems.
Benji hesitated at the doorway, his heart still pounding from the events of the beach. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever the night might bring.
As he stepped inside, he noticed Arnold sitting alone. He was leaning against the bar with a drink in hand, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well, well, look who it is. The Twister champion."
Benji's cheeks flushed at the reminder, and he quickly averted his gaze. "I, um, I just needed a drink," he muttered, making his way to the bar.
The bartender, an older man with a warm smile and a relaxed demeanor, nodded at him and poured a shot of rum into a glass.
"You look like you've had a rough night," he said, pushing the glass towards Benji. "Drink up, son. It'll help take the edge off."
Benji downed the shot in one go, the liquid fire burning its way down his throat and settling in his stomach. He shivered slightly, the warmth spreading through him like a gentle caress. He looked up at the bartender, who was watching him with a soft, knowing expression.
"Thanks," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. He felt a prickle of embarrassment at the memory of what had happened on the beach.
The bartender nodded, pouring another shot. "Tell me, son, what brings a young man like you to this island?" he asked, his voice gentle and probing.
Benji shrugged, his eyes fixed on the dark liquid in his glass. "I got an email. It said I was selected for a special experience, and I should come here. I didn't really think much of it." He took another shot, feeling the warmth spread through him.
The bartender raised an eyebrow.
"Special experience, huh?
And here you are, on an island with no one but a bunch of guys."
Benji nodded, his cheeks flushing. "Yeah, I guess I should have seen it coming."
The bartender chuckled, pouring him another shot. "Well, you're here now.
Might as well make the best of it." He lowered his voice, leaning in. "You know, this place has a way of... changing people.
Make sure you're ready for whatever comes your way."
Benji looked up, meeting the bartender's gaze. "What do you mean?"
The bartender just smiled, shaking his head.
"That's for me to know and you to find out, kid. Just remember, this place isn't like any other vacation spot. You'll see what I mean soon enough."
Benji took another shot, the alcohol spreading warmth through his veins like a slow, comforting fire. He looked around the bar, noticing that Arnold was alone still in that tiny red Speedo. Benji couldn’t help but admire his muscles, which were made even more impressive by the man’s height.
“You’re… very big,” Benji stammered, his eyes tracing the contours of Arnold’s chest.
Arnold chuckled, his voice a deep rumble. “Thanks. I’ve been working on it for years.” He patted Benji on the back, making him wince slightly. “Come on, let’s get another drink.”
As they approached the bar, the bartender, who had been polishing a glass with a cloth, looked up and smiled. “Ah, Arnold! And who is your friend?”
Arnold clapped Benji on the back again, making him stumble slightly. “This is Benji.
He’s new here,” Arnold said, his voice booming in the small space.
The bartender looked Benji up and down, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Ah, Benji. A pleasure to meet you.” He extended a hand, and Benji shook it. “I’m Hank. Welcome to my little corner of the world.”
Benji smiled weakly, still feeling shaken from the events of the beach. “Thanks, Hank. It’s… nice to meet you.”
Hank poured them each a shot of rum, sliding the glasses across the bar. “On the house, gentlemen.
Welcome to the Island of Desire,” Hank said with a wink, pushing the shots towards them.
Benji hesitated before taking the shot, feeling a mix of unease and curiosity. He downed it, the fiery liquid burning its way down his throat.
“So, Benji, what do you think of our little island so far?” Arnold asked, his massive chest rising and falling with a deep breath.
Benji swirled the remaining rum in his glass, avoiding Arnold’s gaze. “It’s… different. I’m still trying to figure it all out,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Arnold chuckled, a deep rumble that filled the small space. “Well, let me give you a little advice, mate. Relax, enjoy yourself, and don’t think too much about it. You’ll have the time of your life.”
Benji nodded, taking another sip of his drink. The warmth of the alcohol was starting to make him feel bold, loosening his inhibitions. “So, Arnold, how long have you been here?”
Arnold’s eyes gleamed in the dim light as he took a swig of his drink. “Not as long as some of the others.
A few months, maybe? Time flies when you're having fun, right?” He winked, his massive bicep flexing as he brought the glass to his lips.
Benji nodded, feeling a warmth spread through him that wasn't just from the alcohol. He was starting to feel more at ease in this strange environment, the weight of the day's events lifting slightly.
“So, what do you do for fun around here?” Benji asked, looking around the bar. A few other patrons were scattered about, engaged in their own conversations.
Arnold laughed, a deep rumble that made the glasses on the bar rattle.
"Oh, mate, there's plenty to do around here. You've seen the beach, of course, and the water's perfect for swimming or surfing. There are also some great hikes if you're into that sort of thing. Or, you could always just spend your time relaxing in a hammock with a good book."
Benji took another sip of his drink, feeling a little braver than before. "That all sounds nice, but I was thinking more along the lines of... what do you do for fun?"
Arnold's eyes twinkled, and he leaned in closer to Benji, his massive chest almost pressing against the bar.
"Isn't it pretty obvious that I spend a lot of time working out?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You seem interested in my muscles, so why don't you come over here and feel them for yourself?"
Benji's eyes widened slightly at Arnold's forwardness, but the alcohol in his system made him feel braver than usual. He hesitated for a moment before sliding off his stool and stepping closer to Arnold. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering over Arnold's chest.
"Go on, don't be shy," Arnold encouraged, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.
Benji's hand landed on Arnold's chest, and he gasped at the firmness he felt beneath his fingertips. He had never touched a man like this before, and the sensation was both strange and exhilarating.
Arnold's chest was rock hard and warm, and Benji could feel the defined muscles shifting under his touch. He looked up at Arnold, who was watching him with a smirk, his deep blue eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Like what you feel?" Arnold asked, his voice a low rumble.
Benji nodded, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Yeah, it's... impressive," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Arnold chuckled, a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through Benji's hand. "Impressive? That's a good word for it.
Benji's hand moved tentatively, exploring the hard planes and ridges of Arnold's chest. He could feel the heat of Arnold's body, radiating through his fingers like a warm, comforting blanket.
"Would you like to feel more?" Arnold asked, his voice a low rumble, his eyes locked onto Benji's.
Benji hesitated, biting his lip. He knew he should pull away, should put some distance between them, but he just couldn't make himself move. There was something about being so close to Arnold, about feeling his body, that was both terrifying and enthralling.
"I...
I don't know," Benji stammered, his eyes widening as Arnold's muscles flexed under his touch. The sensation was powerful and thrilling, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He could feel the sheer strength and power radiating from Arnold, and it sent a jolt of both fear and excitement coursing through his veins.
Arnold's eyes darkened, and he grinned, the corners of his mouth turning up in a mischievous smirk. "Oh, come on, mate. Don't tell me you're scared," he teased, his deep voice low and husky. "You can handle it. I know you can."
Benji's breath hitched in his throat as he felt Arnold's hand wrap around his wrist, guiding his hand lower.
His fingers slipped off Arnold's chest and moved towards his abs, his heart pounding in his chest. Arnold's muscles rippled under his touch, firm and unyielding. He couldn't believe he was doing this, couldn't believe he was exploring a man's body like this. But the alcohol in his system made him feel bold, made him feel like he could do anything.
Arnold's grip on his wrist tightened, his deep voice rumbling in his ear. "That's it, mate. Feel how hard they are. Feel how much work I put into them." Benji's cheeks flushed, his breath coming in short gasps as he traced the hard lines of Arnold's six-pack. Each muscle was defined, each ridge firm and unyielding. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, nothing he had ever imagined.
Arnold's muscles were like stone, yet Benji could feel a subtle pulse beneath his touch, a steady heartbeat that matched his own. He was lost in the sensation, in the warmth and power of Arnold's body, when suddenly Arnold's grip on his wrist tightened.
"Oh, mate," Arnold said, his voice suddenly stern. "I gotta go to the bathroom, give me one second. I’ll be right back."
Benji's eyes snapped up to meet Arnold's gaze, and he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He quickly pulled his hand away, his cheeks flushing with heat. "Oh, yeah. Of course."
Arnold offered him a reassuring smile, his grip on Benji's wrist softening. "No apology needed, mate. It's all good.” Arnold winked, patting Benji on the shoulder as he got up and made his way to the bathroom.
Benji felt a mix of relief and disappointment wash over him as Arnold left. He had been enjoying the feel of Arnold's muscles, the warmth and power they radiated, but he also felt like he had been treading on dangerous ground. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he looked around the bar.
Hank was polishing a glass at the other end of the bar, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched Benji. "You alright there, son?" he asked, his voice gentle.
In the dimly lit bathroom, Arnold stood in front of the mirror, examining his reflection. As the second hand of the clock struck midnight, a blue holographic screen materialized in front of him. It displayed an image of Arnold naked, his muscular form illuminated by the ethereal glow. Above the image, his stats were listed: height at 6’2”, weight at 230 lbs, cock size at 6”, and muscularity at 55. To the side of each stat, there was a plus button with the words “5 unused points” at the top of the screen.
"Hell yeah...?" Arnold breathed, his eyes wide with excitement. He stared at his stats, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He reached out to touch the screen, his massive hand hesitating before tapping the plus button next to his height.
The screen flickered, and the number 6’5 popped up, replacing the 6’2. Arnold's eyes widened as he watched his reflection in the mirror. He had gained three whole inches in height, and he could already feel the difference. He stood taller, more imposing, and he loved it.
Next, he tapped the plus button next to his cock size. The screen flickered again, and the number 8 popped up. He grinned, already picturing how much more impressive his massive cock would look when it was fully erect.
He turned to leave, then paused. He had used all his points. He bit his lip, considering his options next time.
He wanted to grow taller still, and he wanted his muscles to be even bigger, but there was something else he wanted even more. He knew he had to be strategic about this. He left the bathroom, feeling a surge of power and excitement. He couldn't wait to show off his new height to the others, especially to Benji.
Meanwhile, Benji was still at the bar, nursing his drink and lost in thought. He had been so caught up in Arnold's muscles, in the feel of his body, that he hadn't even noticed Arnold leaving. He was pulled back to the present by the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Arnold stepped out, his massive frame filling the doorway. Benji's eyes widened as he took in the change. Arnold was taller, his height reaching new levels. He stood at the height of the doorframe, easily towering over Benji.
"Arnold?" Benji breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "What... what happened to you?"
Arnold grinned, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. "What do you mean, did you forget how big I was in the time I was gone?"
Benji stared, his eyes tracing the lines of Arnold's body.
"No, I mean, you're... taller. And... you look different."
Arnold chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very walls of the bar. "Are you hitting on me."
Benji's brows furrowed in confusion, but he assumed it was just the alcohol messing with his mind , Arnold was standing in front of him, his massive frame blocking out the light from the lanterns.
"Come on, don't be shy. Feel it," Arnold said, grabbing Benji's hand and placing it on his bicep. Benji's fingers sank into the rock-hard muscle, and he gasped. The alcohol was messing with his brain, making him do things he never would have thought to do.
But the feel of Arnold's muscles was just too enticing. He traced the contours, feeling the firmness and the strength.
"You're…" Benji said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're bigger."
Arnold chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to reverberate through Benji's entire body. "That's what she said," he joked, his massive hand wrapping around Benji's wrist.
Benji laughed, and then Arnold started guiding his hand along more of his own body. Benji was in awe as the giant man towering in front of him encouraged him.
He followed Arnold's lead, his hand tracing the lines of Arnold's torso, the firmness of his skin, the sheer definition of his muscles.
He could feel the heat of Arnold's body, radiating through his fingertips like a warm, comforting blanket.
"What do you think, Benji?" "Feels good, right?"
Benji nodded, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of Arnold's body. He had never seen anyone so... so perfect. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "It feels... amazing."
Arnold chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. "I'm glad you think so.
But you know what would feel even better?" Arnold's voice was a low rumble, his eyes darkening as he looked down at Benji.
Benji's breath hitched, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should pull away, but there was something about Arnold, something magnetic and irresistible, that made him want to stay.
"What's that?" Benji asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Arnold leaned in closer, his massive chest brushing against Benji's arm. He whispered in Benji's ear, his voice a husky growl. "If you were to touch me...
right here," Arnold whispered, his hand guiding Benji's towards the bulge in his Speedo.
Benji froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should pull away, should tell Arnold to stop, but the alcohol in his system had made his inhibitions fuzzy, and the feel of Arnold's muscles was still fresh in his mind. I don't know if I can," Benji stammered, his cheeks flushing with heat.
Arnold's grip on his wrist tightened, his voice a low growl in Benji's ear. "Shh, it's okay. Just feel it.
That's all," Arnold whispered, his massive arm wrapping around Benji, pulling his face into his chest. Benji's breath hitched as he was enveloped in Arnold's warmth, the musky scent of his skin filling his nostrils. He felt Arnold's thick member growing beneath his touch, the fabric of the Speedo straining against it. His hand moved tentatively, tracing the hard lines of Arnold's abs, the firmness of his chest.
Benji let out a soft moan, the sound muffled against Arnold's chest. His hand stroked Arnold's growing cock, the fabric of the Speedo growing damp with sweat and pre-cum. Arnold's grip on him tightened, his deep voice rumbling in Benji's ear. Rub it.
That's a good boy," Arnold encouraged, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Benji's entire body.
Benji's hand moved tentatively at first, but as he felt Arnold's cock growing harder and thicker beneath his touch, he gained confidence. He stroked it firmly, his hand moving up and down the length of it, tracing the shape and feeling the heat radiating through the thin fabric.
Arnold's breath hitched in his chest, his grip on Benji tightening. Just like that." His deep voice was husky with desire, sending shivers down Benji's spine.
He could feel the heat radiating from Arnold's body, the hardness of his muscles, and the power that seemed to emanate from him. It was overwhelming, and Benji found himself lost in the sensation, caught up in the moment.
"Look at me, Benji," Arnold commanded, his voice a low growl. Benji's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up into Arnold's piercing blue eyes. They were dark with desire, and Benji felt a jolt of excitement at the thought that he was the cause of that desire.
"Good boy," Arnold murmured, his eyes never leaving Benji's.
His large hand cupped the back of Benji's head, his fingers tangling in his curls. "You're doing so well. Just keep rubbing it, nice and slow."
Benji's heart was racing, his breath coming in short gasps. He was still a little overwhelmed, but the feel of Arnold's body against his, the scent of his skin, and the husky timbre of his voice all served to spur him on. He rubbed Arnold's cock through the thin fabric of his Speedo, his hand moving in a steady rhythm.
Arnold's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire.
His head leaned back against the wall, his massive chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Benji could feel the heat of Arnold's body radiating through his touch, the firmness of his abs shifting under his hand. He was lost in the moment, the sensation of power and control coursing through his veins.
"That's it, Benji," Arnold encouraged, his voice a low, husky growl. "Just like that. You're doing so good."
Benji's cheeks flushed with heat, a combination of embarrassment and arousal.
He had never been touched like this before, had never felt so helpless, so utterly at someone else's mercy. He was caught off guard by Arnold's sudden, aggressive move.
Suddenly, Arnold hitched, pulling Benji into his massive chest with one arm and grabbing his ass with another. He ground into Benji, grinding his encased cock into Benji's hip through the thin fabric of his Speedo. The sudden friction and the heat of Arnold's body sent shockwaves of sensation coursing through Benji. He gasped, his hands instinctively grabbing onto Arnold's hips for support.
"Oh my god," Benji stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt a rush of adrenaline, his heart pounding in his chest.
Then, suddenly, Arnold's body tensed, and Benji felt a warm, wet sensation spreading through the front of Arnold's Speedo and onto his own hip. Arnold let out a low groan, his grip on Benji momentarily loosening. Benji stepped back, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. He looked down at his hip, where Arnold's cum was now spreading and soaking into his clothes.
Arnold seemed to come to his senses, his face flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck, Benji, I'm so sorry," he stammered, his massive hands covering his face. "I didn't mean to... I didn't plan to..." He trailed off, looking absolutely mortified.
Benji stood there, frozen, not quite sure what to do or say.
His hip was soaked with Arnold's cum, and he could feel the warm, sticky liquid trickling down his leg. Arnold, meanwhile, looked absolutely mortified, his massive hand covering his face. "I'm so sorry, Benji," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. I just..." He trailed off, looking like he wanted to disappear into the floor.
Suddenly, Arnold's other hand darted out, grabbing a towel that had been hanging on a hook by the bathroom door. He quickly wrapped it around his waist, trying to hide the evidence of what had just happened.
"I'm so sorry, Benji. That was completely out of line. I don't know what came over me. Let me get you something to help clean that up." Arnold's face was a mask of mortification, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. He looked as if he wanted to sink through the floor, to disappear completely.
Benji stared at Arnold, his mind racing. He had never seen a man so embarrassed, let alone such a large man, so absolutely remorseful. It was almost endearing, in a way, and it made him feel a little better about the situation. "It's... it's okay," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "I mean, I didn't expect it, but... it's okay."
Arnold shook his head vehemently, his hair swaying with the motion. "No, it's not okay.
I was way out of line. I can't believe I did that." Arnold ran a hand through his hair, his massive frame shaking with embarrassment. He grabbed a bottle of water from the bar and poured it onto a towel, then handed it to Benji. "Here, let me help you clean up."
Benji took the towel, his cheeks still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He wiped at the cum on his hip, feeling a strange mix of disgust and excitement at the sensation. "Thanks," he muttered, avoiding Arnold's gaze.
Arnold sighed heavily, his eyes fixed on the floor. "I'm really sorry, Benji.
I should go," Arnold's deep voice rumbled, his massive torso leaning back against the wall. His face was still flushed with embarrassment, and he wouldn't meet Benji's gaze. He reached out, his large hand cupping Benji's face gently. He leaned down, placing a soft, warm kiss on Benji's cheek. "Goodnight, mate. I hope you can forgive me."
Benji's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden, tender gesture. He could feel the heat of Arnold's hand on his cheek, the softness of his lips pressed against his skin. He felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked up into Arnold's piercing blue eyes, taking in their sincerity. Despite the awkwardness of what had just happened, Benji found himself inclined to forgive Arnold.