Father And Son Episode Thirty-Three: Ready To Manage
"What's up guys! Lars here, and after the bullshit weekend I've had, I'm EXCITED! The wrestling competition is only a week away with my birthday not too far behind AND I start my first day of working at the gym today! I know exactly what my first purchase will be too! But I'm not telling you. These talks are outside the fourth wall after all, you could tell dad what it is when he shows up next."
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Monday morning. James and Lars were sitting down to breakfast together.
"Today's the big day, yeah?" James smiled widely at his son. "My boy's going to officially join the working class."
"Yup!" Lars nodded excitedly and smiled brightly. "I'm so excited! It's going to be so fun working with Omar and Darus!"
"Yeah, just remember kid." James pointed at Lars. "I expect you to give those two the same respect and obedience you give me."
"So...should I give them both blowjobs while they're asleep?" Lars smirked at his father.
"Haha, very funny." James rolled his eyes. "I mean it Larson. I'm going to be there later today and if I get word of you not doing what they need you to, I'm going to make sure you can't sit down for a month the good old fashioned way!" James cracked his knuckles. "Don't make me take a belt to that fine little ass of yours."
"Dad, you're worrying entirely too much about me." Lars dismissively shook his hand at his father. "I know to do my work dad. Besides Darius is my coach, so I already work under him."
"Okay then..." James went back to smiling. "Got any plans for your first paycheck?"
"I've got a big purchase in mind." Lars smirked.
"Ooh, what's it going to be? A new game system? Or maybe a car..." James gave his son a sly eye. "Hehe, or maybe even a little toy for us to play with?"
Lars winked at his father. "It's a seeecret." Lars checked his watch. "Oh, I've got to get going!"
"Want a ride kid?" James grabbed his and Lars' plates and put them in the sink. "I got to get some gas anyway."
"Sure!" Lars grabbed the keys. "I'll drive!"
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Later, during last period, Lars had just finished doing a set with the barbells. "Hmph..."
"What's up Lars?" Lamar noticed Lars looking a bit upset. "Something bugging you?"
"Hell yeah!" Lars grabbed a towel and his walet. "I've been working out at Coach's gym so much that I've outgrown these weights at school!" Lars shrugged as he fed his money into a vending machine.
"Seriously? Dude, that's messed up!" Lamar followed behind. "How do you get so strong that THESE weights aren't enough for you?"
"I spent all our time off working out with dad." Lars smiled warmly. "We push ourselves a lot harder then they push us here." Lars pressed a button on the machine and snatched up the sports drink that fell out. "What they give us here is like a warmup now..."
"I remember seeing your dad during the parent teacher confrence." Lamar bought himself a sports drink. "He looked pretty chubby to me, but then he lifted that threehundred pounds like it was nothing!"
"Yeah, that was back when he was out of shape." Lars reached into his wallet. "He started back with weightlifiting right after that, and now he looks a lot better." Lars pulled out a picture of him and his father and handed it to Lamar.
"WOAH! That's what he looks like now!?" Lamar's jaw dropped. "It's only been two months since then!"
"Haha, yup. I was just as shocked as you were, but it's just part of the Alexander genes." Lars took the picture back. "Even after spending a few years out of practice, all we have to do is start working out again and the pounds just melt off." Lars blushed a bit. "Hehe, now that he's back pumping iorn, he's looking sexier than ever."
"Dude, you keep calling your dad sexy." Lamar cocked an eyebrow. "Doesn't that ever get awkward for you and him?"
"No it doesn't Lamar." Lars smiled proudly. "Because I belive one-hundred percent that my father is the sexiest man to ever honor me with his presence."
"Gross man." Lamar chuckled. "Next your going to be telling me that you've been sucking him off while he's asleep or something."
".....Well..." Lars blushed brightly.
"Alexander!" Darius walked over to Lars with something under his arm.
"What's up Coach?" Lars stood obediently. "I finished the set."
"I just wanted to catch you before practice." Darius smiled. "To talk a bit about your job."
"Oh, right!" Lars shooed Lamar away. "Hey Lamar, give me and Darius some space, I'll talk to you later."
"Whoo, first name basis." Lamar smirked as he walked away. "See you during practice. Then you can finish what you were saying."
"Yeah yeah." Lars turned his attention to Darius. "So what's up bro?"
"Well, Omar wanted me to deliver this to you before your first shift." Darius pulled out a muscle shirt from under his arm. It was a darker shade of pink-red and on the front it had Equipment Manager across the chest in bold white lettering. On the back, it had the AlphaMuslce Gym logo and Lars Alexander above that. "All employees aside from me and Omar have to wear shirts like these when on the clock. You can wear pretty much whatever else you want to, but I'd suggest something sporty."
"Wow, thanks!" Lars loved the shirt, getting excited at seeing his name above the gym logo. "It's even pink!"
"Yup. Shirt colors at the gym are usually black or red, but Omar wanted to make it a bit special for you, so he settled for Ruby." Darius smirked. "I may have given him the idea..."
"Thanks bro! I love it!" Lars hugged Darius tightly. "Hell, if I didn't need it for work, I'd never take it off!"
"Haha, save some of this for Omar. He's the one who ordered it special." Darius patted Lars on the back. "Now meet me after practice and I'll take you over there. Be sure to shower, too. Omar requires his workers to all show up fresh and clean."
"Right bro...I mean BOSS!" Lars saluted Darius. "I won't let you down!"
"Haha, I don't expect you to." Darius patted Lars on the shoulder.
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Later on, Lars and Darius were just arriving at the AlphaMuscle Gym.
"Hey Omar, I've got your new grunt here!" Darius walked in with Lars, who had changed into his work shirt.
"'Sup Lars. Oh good, Darius got you the shirt. Looks good on you!" Omar gave Lars a thumbs-up before continuing. "Now before I show you what to do, I want you to meet someone." Omar led Darius to a small office beside the enterance to the gym. "Hey Butcher, are you there?"
"Yeah, what do you need boss?" Inside the office behind desk was a muscular bulldog wearing a black Alpha-Muscle teeshirt and bluejeans. He had thick muscles, a kind smile and on his right shoulder was a tattoo of a shield with a metalic phoenix in the center.
"This is Butcher, our security guard. If you have any trouble with unruly customers or a fight breaks out and your on your own, then find Butcher. Butcher, this is Lars. He's our new equipment manager."
"Aah, I see." Butcher rose up from behind the desk and held out his hand for a shake. "The name is Bouchard Feniks, Butcher is just a nic-name..." Butcher had a thick dutch accent, and blushed brightly as he explained about the name. "It is a pleasure to be meeting you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you too Butcher!" Lars shook Butcher's hand.
"I've seen you around here before. You and that big person always come here to work out together."
"Yeah! That's my dad." Lars nodded proudly.
Butcher scratched his head, confused. "But I also see you two getting romantic with eachother. Are you not blood relations?"
"Nope, he's 100% my dad." Lars blushed a bit. "We've just got an...interesting relationship..."
"Aah, I see..." Butcher still looked confused. "What a strange custom..."
Omar chuckled a bit. "Trust me Bouchard, James and Lars are not the typical family." Omar started for the door. "Come along with us if you want to keep chatting. I've got to show Lars around."
"Yes sir. It's about time for me to patrol anyway." Butcher jumped over the desk and joined the two. "I remember Omar thanked you and your father by name at their engagement party. You and your father know him personally?"
"Yeah." Lars smiled widely. "We're like family." Lars hung onto Omar's arm. "And Omar and Darius are both my big bros."
"Come on Lars, at least pretend to be intimidated by me while we're doing the rounds." Omar rolled his eyes at Lars.
"Sorry sir." Lars let go of Omar's arm and walked obediently at his side.
"Well I owe a lot to Omar..." Butcher smiled widely. "Me and my beloved both do."
"Your beloved?" Lars smirked.
"Yes. Me and my beloved-Kruimel-come from a distant country. We were both pushed around and bullied. People would ignore him because he is a runt, and people would drag me around like a slave because of how big and intimidating I look." Butcher let out a deep sigh. "We were both miserable until we became friends as kids. I promised to protect him and he promised to make sure I wasn't pushed around. We were our only companions for the longest time. We knew everything about eachother, and we were never apart. As we grew older...we fell in love..." Butcher blushed brightly. "Kruimel wanted to travel overseas to become a scholar, and he wanted me to accompany him, but his dorm was too small for both of us."
Omar smiled widely. "Bouchard ended up at my door looking for a job, and I was happy to give him one." Omar smiled widely and put an arm on Butcher's shoulder.
"With the money I earn here, I'm able to buy a place for us to live." Butcher gained a bright smile. "So I work here to thank Omar for saving me and my beloved."
"He's perfect as a security guard because of how big he is. I taught him some basic takedowns and he was ready to go." Omar chuckled. "Hilariously enough this guy here is a big softie, he didn't even know how to throw a punch propperly before I taught him." Omar smacked Butcher on the chest.
"I am simply a big man...I don't like violence..." Butcher blushed again. "I like this job because I get to stop violence when it starts."
"Well that's noble of you!" Lars gave Butcher a thumbs-up.
"That is why I love him so dearly." A brown beagle walked up, he was small and thin, smaller than Lars even. He had a schoolbag on one arm and a bag of food in the other.
"Kruimel!" Butcher lifted up Kurimel in his arms, letting him sit on them. "I thought you were still in your classes."
"I finished my test early, so I decided to bring you some lunch Bouchard!" Kruimel had a dutch accent similar to Bouchard's, only less thick. His voice was soft and kind and filled with love.
"You're the best Kruimel!" Bouchard kissed Kruimel softly on the cheek.
"They're always so sweet together." Omar smiled a bit. "I used to be jealous of how loving they were when I was still hiding my feelings for Darius."
"Oh, Mr. Holander, I brought enough to share." Kruimel jumped out of Bouchard's arms. "If Bouchard doesn't eat it all, that is." Kruimel giggled a bit, making Butcher blush brightly and scratch behind his head.
"I'd love to, but not right now Kruimel." Omar put a hand on Lars. "I've got to finish showing my new worker around."
"Nice to meet you Kruimel!" Lars waved as Omar led him away.
"Now then, I'm sure you've used every machine in this place at least once, right?"
"More or less." Lars looked around. "Those that I haven't, I can just try out when I get the time."
"Good." Omar nodded. "Every hour or so, I want you to grab a damp rag, a trash bag and go from machine to machine and clean up any dirt, sweat or crotch-smell you find. some guys like to toss their trash around or leave it on the machines, so you'll get to pick that up, too." Omar lead Lars to the store closet. "All the stuff you need is in here. I suggest you wear gloves."
"Yes sir!" Lars nodded.
"Oh, and don't be afraid to take a broom to this floor every so often. Don't worry about the wrestling room, locker room or the showers, we've got a janitor for that. Concern yourself with the equipment." Omar started to smirk. "And hey..."
"Yeees Omar?" Lars could pick up on Omar's change in mood.
"Just between you and me..." Omar gained a perverted smirk. "If I were to find you..."Investigating" in the shower room or the locker room...I'd turn the other cheek as long as you keep your hands on yourself."
"Come on Omar. I'm a married man." Lars gained the same pervered smirk. "I wouldn't dare touch any cocks besides my own."
"I hope your being honest Lars." Omar's smirk became evil. "Because I'd have to tell your dad that you were cheating, and I don't exactly think he'd be down for a threesome."
"Don't worry about me." Lars nodded, serious. "The guys here are hot, yeah, but none of them compare to dad." Lars nodded, holding his ring hand. "He's my ultimate man!"
"Nice to hear that Lars." Omar smiled, patting Lars on the shoulder. "Your dad was right. You're loyal and honest. You've got a good head on your shoulders."
"Thanks Omar!" Lars smiled widely. "I'm glad you think that!"
"Yeah. Well, that's about all your needed for. As long as you keep up with those tasks, you can do pretty much whatever you like. Me and Darius are here most of the time, so don't hesitate to come and find us if you need some help or if you want to just hang out. Butcher likes company too, so don't be shy." Omar pulled a washcloth out of the closet and tossed it at Lars. "Now get going Lars. Those machines haven't been cleaned yet today, and I think the metal is starting to warp from all the ball sweat and ass juice."
"Yes sir!" Lars saluted Omar and got to work.
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A bit later, and Lars was hanging out with Bouchard and Kruimel.
"And so they send me over to get Bouchard and Bouchard didn't even want to play." Kruimel shrugged.
"Back then, I was being afraid of the ball. Of getting hit in the face..." Bouchard blushed brightly, embarassed.
"But when I told Bouchard about how nobody listened to me and wouldn't let me play, he decided to join, But only if I got to play." Kurimel hugged Bouchard.
"Kurimel was so kind to everyone back then, and they treated him so badly." Bouchard hugged Kurimel back. "I wanted to use my big body for good, so I decided then and there that I would become his body person."
"His body person?" Lars cocked an eyebrow.
"My bodygaurd, he means." Kurimel smiled warmly. "Please forgive him, his english isn't as...polished as mine."
"It's cool. His english is pretty damn good anyway." Lars nodded to Bouchard.
"Thank you Lars." Bouchard smiled widely. "I've been here for a few years, but I'm still learning."
"Hey Lars!" Omar stepped into the security office. "Get your rag. One of the guys left a giant sweaty assprint on the dumbell bench. I want you to get that up before it dries and the stink sets into the leather."
"Yes sir!" Lars got to his feet and ran off to clean. "Let's see..." Lars went to the dumbell bench, and looked it over. "Now where's that-..." Lars saw a giant imprint in the bench. "Oh....that's one hell of an ass print..." Lars pulled out his rag and began wiping it up.
"Oh hey, I didn't mean to leave that there." A big elephant guy walked up to the bench. "Sorry kid. This ass of mine doesn't discriminate."
"It's alright dude, just doing my job!" Lars finished wiping up the seat. "All clean!" Lars got to his feet and found that he was face to chest with the elephant man. "Err..."
"I've seen you around here for a while, Hanging out with the owners." The guy gave Lars a sly look. "Checking out guys in the shower..."
"Hehe, well yeah..." Lars blushed a bit. "It's really fun here."
"How old are you, sixteen, seventeen?" The elephant put an arm on Lars' shoulder.
"I'll be eighteen in a month." Lars shrugged.
"That's old enough..." The elephant guy smirked down at Lars. "How about you and me head into the showers and I'll show you my muscles?"
"I'd love to, but I'm taken already." Lars blushed brightly.
"Come on kid, I just saw you peeking earlier." The elephant tightened his grip. "Why keep peeking when I'm giving you a chance to touch?"
"Well, my dad would kill me." Lars grabbed the elephant's hand and tried to move it, but it was too tight on his shoulder.
"Come on, don't be such a goody two-shoes." The elephant began to pull on Lars. "Why would your daddy be pissed about you having some fun?"
"Because I'm the only one he's allowed to have fun with." James shoved the elephant guy aside.
"Hey, what the?" The elephant got flustered. "So your his boyfriend?"
"No." James wraped an arm around Lars defensively. "I'm his husband!"
"Haha, hey dad!" Lars kissed James on the cheek.
"Husband? Dad?" The elephant guy rolled his eyes. "Man, that Omar'll let anyone work for him." The elephant smirked evily. "Well you two seem like the kinds of people who are up for some three-way fun. How about we hit the showers together?"
"How about you just keep on walking and do some one-on-one with your hand big guy?" James growled at the guy. "And the boy will stay with me."
"Fine fine fine..." The elephant guy walked off. "Your loss, I'm hung as hell."
"Not like my dad!" Lars mouthed off to the guy.
"Lars..."James stared down at Lars.
"Hehe....hi...dad..." Lars smirked sheepishly.
James slapped Lars on the chest. "Hehe, I see the iresistable Alexander charm is strong on you." James watched as the elephant guy walked to the showers. "Niiice peice of ass on that guy."
"You should have seen the print he left on the bench here, it was HUGE!" Lars chuckled and pointed to the bench.
"Yo Lars, I pay you to clean, not to pick up guys!" Omar stepped over. "Did you get that ass stain up?"
"Yes sir!" Lars smirked. "And I got hit on by the guy who made it, too."
"Really?" Omar cocked an eyebrow. "That guy usually goes for the twinks."
"Haha, he's just too cute to pass up on." James slapped Lars' ass. "Got it from his old man!"
"Haha, well then good on you! I like for my workers to be pleasing to the eye, and you definately fit the bill if you could get Big Rufus to hit on you." Omar became serious. "But remember, if anyone tries anything you don't like, get Bouchard. I know you can handle yourself, but some of the guys here don't take very well to being turned down."
"Yes boss!" Lars saluted Omar.
"Well, it looks like the big group of regulars are gone for the day." Omar checked his watch. "How about you do one more round and then you can clock out and hang?"
"Okay Omar." Lars grabbed up his rag. "I'll be back in a minute dad!" Lars kissed James on the cheek and went off to clean.
"How'd he do today?" James smiled as he watched Lars fly from machine to machine wiping them down.
"He's a good worker." Omar nodded. "And our security guy Butcher seems to really like him." Omar smiled widely. "It's like he's been part of the family all along."
"Good." James smiled brightly. "I can tell he loves working here."
"He really does." Omar put an arm on James' shoulder. "You know James, with Lars cleaning up my machines, you helping me with the bills and both of you helping me and Darus with our relationship problems, I can't help but wonder what I'd do without you two..." Omar started to blush a bit. "I really appreciate all you two have done James..."
"It's no problem Omar." James put an arm around Omar and pulled him in for a hug. "We're family."
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"Hey guys! Today was a GREAT day! I'm loving this job and I can tell Omar likes having me here. Bouchard and his boyfriend Kurimel are nice, too. Hehe, as long as I keep the big guys off me, I'm sure I'll fit in just right with these guys."
