Damon was walking back from school one day. It was a warm September's evening and the sun was setting. Just as he passes and alleyway, an extremely strong arm comes out and grabs Damon and whips him away. Before Damon could identify whom the hand belonged to, the mysterious figure knocked him out cold.
He wakes up and finds himself strapped up into a chair, he has thick elastic bands keeping him in place, he also notices that he has a compression top and some stretchy leggings. "Why is everything elastic of some kind?" He thought to himself, there was no point trying to get out, it was really hard. He then tried to take note of his surroundings, his dad was a CIA agent and he passed some of his training to him. "Maybe that's why I was kidnapped!"
Finally after 15 more minutes, a scientist enters the room. He is masked and didn't say a word, even with Damon asking questions. All his did was held him in place whilst those elastic strips compressed a lot more on him until he was frozen like a statue. He then proceeded to insert around 50 needles into his body. 10 on each arm. 10 on each leg and 5 on each pectoral. He then proceeded to leave and slams to door.
Then he could feel whatever liquid those needles had into his bloodstream. Yet it wasn't painful. It was relaxing, hormone released relaxing. He could even feel a huge wave of testosterone. "Could that be what the liquid it, pure testosterone." To put it into words, yes.
He could feel every part of his body tingling with an amazing sensation of testosterone. Even his 4 inch cock, which was fully erect and could be seen through his leggings. He tilted his head enjoying whatever the liquid was doing to him. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He'd notice his bicep, it was bigger. But not just his bicep, but triceps, shoulders, pecs, everything. Before he could complain further he got extremely horny with all this testosterone flowing through his body. Loud moans could be heard across the building. Damon was enjoying this way too much, but who cares. He was a jock and still growing, he had to put on at least 80kgs of muscle by now. Damon briefly checked the syringes that were inserted into his body, they weren't even half way empty. "I'll enjoy this!"
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