The old man stepped back, behind the wide lats of the young hero and gently, but firmly pushed him slightly forward toward the mirror.
"Now, let's see that double bicep pose."
Grayson looked down briefly at the floor and then, resigning himself again to the fact that he was in no circumstance to fight what was happening, raised his arms and pulled his biceps into a full flex. Baseball sized mounds of purely smooth muscle popped into place. The hours of training in the gym and on the gymnastic bars shown in the 22" caps of muscle that now stood out for his professor's enjoyment. The gloves came just beyond the midpoint of his forearms and the veins above them jutted out at he continued to hold the pose.
Behind the young man, the old man stood in awe. The ripped muscles of the upper arms were incredibly impressive but the flawlessly smooth back, defined with a toned musculature of its own, tapering down to the high, mounded gluts that he could easily have set a coffee mug upon were as impressive. He stepped forward, picked up the massage oil bottle that he had dropped on the floor earlier and again filled his small palms with the luxurious oil.
"You feel like iron Mr. Grayson. Your body is as hard as granite but your skin is as smooth as silk. You truly are a flawless specimen." The older man said in almost a whisper as he began to run his hands over the back that spread out before him, feeling the young man breath- his back widening with every intake breath as he continued to massage the young student. Watching closely as the oil absorbed into the deeply tanned skin and reflected the small amount of light in the room.
Grayson held the double bicep pose while his professor deftly ran his fingers over the huge peaks of muscle before him. He watched as the shorter man's eyes peered over the mounds of muscle into the mirror, taking in a full 360-degree view of the body. Clearly the man was admiring his strength but this admiration had him feeling more like a prize-winning animal than a college body builder. The mans eyes lingered on the reflection of his pectoral muscles in the mirror and then, almost as if had read his student's mind, with one hand he began gently stroking the strong plate of muscle on the hero's right chest.
"I wonder if I might ask you to assist me Mr. Grayson. I would like the credenza moved from here by the wall, over closer to the mirror." The old man asked as though it were a favor but the look in his eye was more that of a demand. He was already standing at one end of the credenza when Robin turned away from the mirror. "Here, you take that end, I'd like this moved to the center of the room." The professor nodded to the end of the credenza already closer to the room. He watched admiringly as the younger man grasped the credenza and lifted, the muscles of his arms and shoulders popping out as he lifted. For his part, the professor simply pushed his end of the credenza along the carpeted floor, sliding it to a point about four feet from the mirror, directly in the center of the room.
Walking back up the mirror the older man directed the younger to again pose for him. "How about we do that most muscular pose you were so well scored upon at the competition?"
Again, staring blankly ahead at the mirror, attempting to block out his audience of one, Grayson struck the pose he had been ordered to. His perfect torso now pumped from both flexing and moving the heavy credenza shown with oil and created a mesmerizing sight for the older man.
"You must be so proud of your physique. It is so amazing. I have never in my life seen anything so stunning." The older man said as he again circled the young man posing before him. "All of this posing must be exhausting for you. I know I am getting hot just watching you."
With a slight evil grin on his face the older man took the young hero by the gloved right hand and led him back to the credenza. The folded cape now rested on the end furthest from the mirror, folded to look much like pillow.
"Let's have you lay back over the credenza Mr. Grayson, one leg on either side, place your head here." Pointing at the cape, the older man was moving ahead with his plan.
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