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Aspiring Gigachad
@aspiringgigachad.bsky.social
Smart dude who would rather be hot. A repository of weird fantasy. Gay as fuck.
(sometimes I worry my story threads are a bit too mean for Bluesky lol)
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
And the world's gonna get a little sexier, a little tougher, a little better.

Because we're such good guys, bro.

Now, face down, ass up on the bench. Let me enjoy the results of all my hard work.

Fuck yeah, bro.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
That's it. A real fuckin' god, just like me.

You're gonna pay it forward, bro. You're gonna find a dude that looks just like you used to.

It's gonna make you sick.

But you're gonna hold it in, and you're gonna help him out. Help him see what he could be, if he listens to you.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
That's why you're here, face slammed into this locker while I grind my huge fuckstick between those muscle cheeks, dude.

I made you into the most fuckable bro in the neighborhood, bro.

I'm such a good guy.

Say thank you. Deeper than that. Show me that you're iron.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Eventually, I purged enough weakness from your body that you started making moves.

I know exactly when you're ready, see? And I'm careful to make my move *right* before.

You wanted my dick. That was obvious from the beginning, only now you're someone I'll tolerate looking at.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
But bro, that's my favorite part - taking someone that repulsed me, and turning them into a stud that gets me fuckin' *bricked up.*

I didn't even have to tell you to open the Insta (had to make a push for the Fans accounts, but progress is progress).

Can't wait to collab, bro.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
So nice to have a bro that listens to me. It really gives me space to be a good guy.

And eventually, you started to get it on your own, right bro? You got a fine-ass haircut, a sexier car, some shorts that showed off your ass - yeah, you thought I didn't notice that.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Your gonna be the iron that sharpens my iron, bro. In every way.

Sure, I made fun of your form with my bros. You fuckin' fixed it didn't you?

I told you your clothes sucked. Your job was too nerdy. Your apartment was an anti-fucking zone.

And you fuckin' fixed it.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
You see, I'm not in the business of tolerating weakness. So many tough guys are. And why wouldn't they? It's the easy way to rule. Beat down one weakling and the rest fall in line.

Cowards.

I don't wanna be king of a nation of pushovers, bro. I surround myself with excellence.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
I didn't even insult you too many times for how awful your first workout was. Sure, maybe my words stung a bit, maybe I saw you blink away a tear or two, but I'm very careful. I'm not interested in making you worse.

I'm interested in making you...me.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
I called you at 6 AM to make sure you were up.

Of course you weren't, so I had to lay into you a bit. It's important that you burn with regret and shame when you're weak. I'm here to help.

I'm such a good guy, I didn't even stuff you in a locker for delaying my leg day.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
I didn't immediately dismiss you as a hopeless charity case when you asked for tips.

I even told you I'd help out. That I remembered being somewhat like you.

I didn't even let the disgust I felt at that memory show on my face (because I'm such a good guy.)
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
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I'm such a good guy.

No, really. I've been nothing but a fuckin' gem from the moment you walked up to me in the gym.

For starters, I didn't immediately tell you to fuck off for interrupting my last set.

I didn't roll my eyes when you stammered out a compliment for my lats.
November 25, 2025 at 10:42 PM
I don't wait for an answer, shoving my cock in to the hilt as daddy yelps. "But for now, here's like, five years of fuckin' payback."

God, I'm so sexy. So fucking primal. Who gives a fuck about music, bro? Unless it's got a beat for my pecs to bounce to, I don't give a shit.
February 18, 2025 at 2:22 AM
He's already flipped over on the couch, and my meaty hands have ripped his bespoke suit pants clean in half.

"Hope you're ready, bro," I growl, my cock as hard as a baseball bat. "After this, I'm going dancing, gonna let the boys fawn over me. That okay daddy?"
February 18, 2025 at 2:22 AM
*And the Pulitzer Prize for Music...*

I tense. He tenses. This is it.

*...goes to Carl Hardwick, for the opera The Bottleneck.*

"Congrats, Chad," Andrew says, and something in me...releases.

Andrew starts speaking. "I imagine you have a lot off--oof! Hey!!"
February 18, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Ever since, I've worked and worked, flown all over the world premiering new works, been profiled in the Times. I'm the brightest star in classical music.

And I just wanna fuck, bro. Just let me fuck, daddy. Let me enjoy my lift, ravage a frat boy, spend days awake partying on Mykonos--
February 18, 2025 at 2:22 AM
"Every day, you'll get closer and closer to that big, hunky fuckboy you dream of being. But aside from that..." He walked over to the bookcase, grabbed a booklet of blank staff paper, and dropped it on the desk. "Get to work. Win daddy a Pulitzer, and then we'll see Chad again."
February 18, 2025 at 2:22 AM
"B-but I want to!" I said, desperation already creeping in.

"No, you don't. Not really. You wouldn't have been in grad school if you did. That musician in you has something he wants to say, and so we're gonna let him."

He stood. "You'll keep working out, of course."
February 18, 2025 at 2:22 AM
"Go away, Chad. I'm talking to Carl."

A split-second headache, and I suddenly felt like the nerd I had always been. Nicer body, better face, but my mind...

"What the hell are you doing, Andrew?!"

"Solving your conflict. Neither of us can let go of that brilliant mind."
February 18, 2025 at 2:22 AM