Seanday Shorts: New Bud

Jake was a monster; king of the gym and he knew it.

Guys would jostle to have their photo with him, knowing it could add a few hundred followers to their Instagram accounts.

Jake had only real bud, Casey. He was just a bit younger, and just a little smaller. Why? Made Jake look even bigger, to be truthful Jake was an egotistical jerk. Some other saw it in him, others aspired to be like him, but they were always out to help them selves.

The session at Gold's started much the same way as they always been; heavy lifting, supplemented with excessive selfie pictures, something was off--with Casey in particular.

Although he looked just as built as normal, he lacked any energy. He was barely able to keep up with Jake's demands.

The other guys watched him closely, their eyes glinted with ravenous contempt. Like a pack of hyenas.

Casey stumbled, and the pack whooped, chattering between themselves, joking and shoving each other.

My gaze held fast, I was never part of the pack, a loaner. My genetics meant I couldn't build the muscles i wanted; I was lean, but toned.

Jake looked vaguely over at Casey. He was fading fast, he colour began to drain from his face. He slipped again, and stumble falling face fist to the ground. Jake dropped his weights, and looked down at Casey.

He was gasping and wheezing. I started to push my way through the throng that had started to form; my boney elbows helped!

Jake planted a foot on Casey's back, and rolled his back and forth. There was no response, or complaint. Jake glanced around the faces of the pack, some had concern, other were grinning.

I'd seen this before, I knew what was coming next.

Jake bent down and pulled Casey up by his vest. "Shit, he didn't last long." Casey sagged under his own weight, a grin pulled across his face. "I think he's broken, does anyone--"

"I'll be your friend," I blurted out taking a step forward.

The pack looked between each other, bewildered.

"Fine," Jake grinned. "I like your eagerness, you'll do."

He threw Casey at my feet, his body crumpled, limbs splayed awkwardly. I picked him up, struggling with his weight. Without being asked I headed for the locker room.

"Don't take too long," Jake called after me, "I need you to take some pictures!"

I smirked, dragging Casey behind me. With a single step, I'd become Jake's man, and would enjoy all the privileges that came with it.