Babysitting an Alpha Kid

Part 1

My cell phone rang. "Hello. Yeah, this is John. Yeah, I baby sit once in a while. You heard about me from Mrs. Snyder? Yeah, I've babysat her kid. He's a good kid. I'm 17. Am I big? (What kind of question is that?) Well, I guess I'm about average for a 17 year old, five ten and 140 pounds. Just normal I guess. (Long pause.) Okay, what time? 7:00 tomorrow? That's good. I'll get him to sleep and then do my homework. What's his name and how old is he? Okay, Danny, 12 years old. Okay, see you tomorrow."

The next day I packed my backback with my homework and drove off to Danny's house. His mother opened the door and looked at me up and down. It was like she was checking out my body. "It's so good of you to come," she said. "It's hard to find babysitters. I'm a single mom and I need to get out once in awhile. Danny is quite a handful." I smiled. "I'm sure we'll get along just fine. We can play some computer games." She said, "I hope so." That was a strange response, I thought.

She turned to the hallway and yelled, "Danny, your babysitter is here." She waited a few seconds and yelled again, "Danny, please come out here!" Then I heard Danny's voice. It sounded like most 12 year old boys who had not yet gone through puberty, but maybe a little deeper than most. "Just a minute, mom. I got two more reps." I listened and heard him grunting and breathing hard. Then I heard the crash of the metal plates of a barbell hitting the floor. "Danny be careful! You're gonna wreck the floor!" "Too bad!" he yelled, sounding a little irritated at his mother.

Then Danny swaggered into the room. My mouth dropped open as I saw his body. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only some workout shorts. He was the most muscular kid I had ever seen. He had broad shoulders with delt muscles bulging like little cannonballs. His arms were big and he was moving them up and down as his muscular biceps and triceps flexed and twitched. He had lats that flared down from his wide shoulders to his narrow hips. His pecs were bulging with muscle on top of his washboard eight pack. He had a little bubble butt and big strong legs. He was all muscle and no fat. His body was dripping with sweat. He was about five feet five inches tall and I couldn't tell how much he weighed. But whatever it was, it was muscle, all muscle. He had brown hair, cut short, and deep blue eyes. His face was the face of a 12 year old boy but he had the muscles of a ripped 15 year old jock. "Just finished my workout, mom. I was workin' my arms. They're gettin' so big and strong." He flexed his arm and looked approvingly at his bulging bicep muscle. I looked at it too. My eyes gave away my awe as I looked at his body. He looked over at me and grinned with kind of an evil look to his grin as he saw me admire his muscles.

"This is John, Danny. He's gonna be your babysitter tonight. I hope you two get along." Danny looked at me and then at his mother. "Oh yeah. I think we're gonna get along real good." Danny's mother gave me instructions about the house and her cell phone number. Meanwhile Danny was flexing his muscles and looking at the hard fibers. "Be a good boy," she said to her son who smiled at his mom like an angel. Then she left.

Danny spun around and looked at me. "So you're a big high school senior, huh. I bet I'm stronger than you. I'm only 12 but I bet I'm stronger. Let's armwrestle!" I shook my head. "I don't think so, Danny. I'm way too big for you. Plus you should calm down until bed time. Maybe we can play some computer games." Danny looked at me with his evil grin. He grabbed my arm and squeezed it. "I said we're gonna armwrestle." His squeeze was very hard. "You got a problem with that, wimp?" I couldn't believe what I just heard. Danny called me a wimp! And I knew I wasn't a wimp. At least I didn't think so. "Okay," I said as I grimaced. Danny dragged me over to the kitchen table. He put a book under his elbow so our hands were even. We gripped each other's hands. He flexed his bicep. "Look at my fuckin' muscle! You think you can beat that muscle? Fuck no. That muscle's gonna crush your little wimp arm. You say go." I got my arm in the right position. My arm was bigger, but Danny's arm was much harder and more muscular. Danny was watching his bieep, seeing the muscle twitch at his command. The muscle was already twitching and we hadn't even started yet.

Then I yelled "Go!" I pushed as hard as I could against Danny's arm but it wouldn't move an inch. His bicep was now bulging. After a minute of struggling against his arm, I started getting tired. I pushed as hard as I could and I got red in the face. Danny started laughing. I looked up at him and he didn't even look like he was trying hard. "Is that all you got, wimp? I can hardly feel that. I'm hardly even flexing. Okay muscle. Show this wimp what a real muscle can do!" At that, his bicep exploded and my arm was instantly jammed into the table. He reached over and felt his big arm muscles that were jamming my hand into the table. "Real strong for a 12 year old," he said. "Way stronger than you. You're as weak as my mom."

Finally he let go. "Okay, you're stronger than me. Now let's play some computer games." Danny looked into my eyes. "You haven't figured it out yet, have you wimp? I'm the boss. We do what I wanna do. And I hate computer games. I like real games. Get up!"

Without hesitating I immediately stood up. I was obeying Danny's command. I realized after I stood up what I had done, giving in to his domineering personality, but it was too late. I was standing up. He was so strong, so powerful. "Follow me. I'm gonna show you my gym." He started walking to the hallway. I followed him like a little dog, watching his shoulders and back flex as he walked and watching his little bubble butt flex under his workout shorts. His walk was more like a swagger. Very confident. Very strong.

We entered a big bedroom that was filled with gym equipment. There was a mat, a big punching bag, a small punching bag, a bench and a squat rack and a pullup bar. There was also a big set of weights. "I just got the weights for Christmas," he said as he picked up the barbell. "And I've already gained 15 pounds of muscle. This bar weighs 60 pounds and I can curl it easy. I've like doubled my strength in two months." He curled the bar a couple of times and I watched his biceps bulge. Then he crashed the bar to the floor. "My mom hates that, but that's tough shit. There's nothing she can do about it. This is my gym and I can do whatever I want in my gym. This used to be her master bedroom but I told her I needed more space to work out so she gave it to me. Now she sleeps in a regular bedroom just like I do. She does whatever I fucking want."

He strutted over to the mat, turned to me and flexed his abs. They were a washboard of muscle. "I started martial arts when I was five years old. I was always the best fighter in the class. I'm strong and fast. I've had a six pack since I was six years old. Now I got an eight pack. My mom's real proud of me. She likes having a stud for a son." He rubbed his hands over his ab muscles, feeling their hardness. Then suddenly he sprang up and did a back flip, landing perfectly on the mat. Then he did a front roll, not even using his hands as he spun over. He hit the mat, spun around and smashed his leg into the big bag with a tremendous amount of power. My mouth dropped open. "I got a brown belt already. In a couple of months I'm gonna have a black belt. Look at the fucking muscle in my leg. It's so fucking strong. I can fuck up guys so easy. Nobody's a match for me." He flexed his leg and the big muscles bulged. "I can even fuck up big guys like you. We're gonna have a martial arts fight. A twelve year old against a seventeen year old. That should be real fun. Strip off your clothes wimp. Just wear your shorts."

I hesitated. He looked at me with his deep blue eyes that radiated strength and power. Power over me. "I said strip off your clothes!" he yelled. I gulped and stripped off my clothes down to my boxer shorts. He looked at my body and laughed. "You're more of a wimp than I thought. I got way more muscle than you." That was definitely a true statement. "But Danny, I'm not a fighter. I've never fought anyone in my life." He looked at me with a look of absolute arrogance. He didn't care what I thought. He was an alpha and he knew he controlled me. He wanted to fight and we were going to fight. "I said we're gonna fight and there ain't nothin' you can do about it, you weak motherfucker. You do what I want, wimp! I saw you checking out my body. Now you're gonna feel what these muscles can do. You can tell all your friends you got beat up by a 12 year old."

He strutted over to the mat and started stretching his muscles, bending way over, doing handstands and doing a couple of flips. He was so agile. He could see I was watching his every move. "You better warm up," he said as he saw me standing there looking at him. "You fight better when your muscles are warmed up. Not that it's gonna make any difference." He did a flip and kicked the big bag so hard it went thudding backward. I gulped. I went over to the mat and tried to stretch, but I wasn't anywhere near as flexible as Danny. And of course I couldn't even try to do a handstand or a flip. "Warmup time is over," he said. "You say go." He was bouncing around on his feet grinning as he looked at my big soft teenage body. He hadn't yet gone through puberty, he was a half foot shorter and many pounds lighter than me, but he knew he was the alpha stud and I was his plaything.

I put up my fists in a fighting position and he laughed in an arrogant, condescending way. He knew my fists would be useless against him. He put his hands in a knife position. He had hands like knives and feet like piledrivers. I started shaking as I saw his muscular, ripped boy-man body. "Well???" he said. "Say go!" I gulped and mumbled "go."

Before I could do anything, he smashed his right hand into the side of my chest. He was so fast I couldn't even see his arm moving. I staggered sideways and almost fell over from the power of that one blow. Then he spun around and smashed his foot into the same side of my chest. The force of that hit was so great I crashed onto the mat. "Fuck, you're down after two blows! I've gotten so fucking strong since I've been liftin' the weights. Two months ago you'd still be standing. Now I'm benching 140 and squatting 170 and you're down like a dog. I am so fucking strong!" I looked up at his body in awe. He stood there over me like a victorious warrior over his prey. His muscles were pulsating with strength and power. He looked at me with his strong blue eyes, eyes that radiated dominance. "Get up!" he yelled.

I staggered to my feet. He started hitting me and kicking me, this time with less force than his first two punches. He was playing with me. He was so fast that there was no way I could resist his hits and kicks. Sometimes he did a flip and then smashed his knife hand into my gut. Or he's spin around and smash his leg into my leg, almost knocking me over. I was like a human punching bag for his fast strong muscles. I tried to punch him, but he was so fast he could always dodge away. One time he just stood there and I punched him as hard as I could in the chest. It felt like my fist had hit a rock as it bounced off his hard pec muscle. He laughed and said, "You are so fucking weak!" Then he smashed his own fist into my chest with about three times the power I had. I staggered backwards.

Finally he smashed his leg as hard as he could into my chest, almost lifting me off the ground. Pain shot through my body. I crumbled down to the mat. lying on my back. He put his foot on my chest and flexed his arms as he looked down at me with arrogance in his eyes. "Fucking strong!" he said as he pushed his foot into my sore chest. His body was covered with sweat. His muscles looked so strong, so big and hard and pumped from their domination of me. Sweat dripped off his skin. I stared at his body like he was a god.

He walked over and grabbed two bottles of water from the side of the room. He came over and threw me one of the bottles. "Gotta hydrate," he said. "Fighting makes you sweat a lot. Gotta hydrate." He was sweating a lot more than I was. His muscles had worked hard. I was just his punching bag. He started drinking the water and I drank too as I stared at his body. "Gotta hydrate for our next fight," he said as he looked down at me while spilling some water over his hard pecs and abs. "Next fight?" I said. "I thought we were done!" He poured some water on my face and I sputtered. "Fuck, we just got started," he said. "I love fighting." He glugged down the rest of his water. Then he grabbed my water and drank it too.

 

Part 2

"Get up," Danny said as he looked down at me with arrogance in his eyes. I struggled up. He went over to the side of the room and brought back two sets of small boxing gloves. They were MMA gloves with a little padding covering the knuckles but otherwise your fist was exposed. The power of your punches wasn't absorbed by padding with these gloves. They were almost like padded brass knuckles. When your fists were as hard and strong as Danny's those blows would be devastating. "You like boxing so much we're gonna box. I just started learning how to box and I'm already pretty good. Sometimes for school fights and stuff boxing is better than karate. You can put away a kid real fast. I can beat up every kid in my school real easy. And now that I got the weights and have gotten so strong I can put away bigger kids too. Kids like you. Put on the gloves."

I had never put on boxing gloves before. I stared at them. Danny grabbed my hand and jammed it into the glove. Then he did the same thing with my other hand. "I gave you the bigger gloves. My hands are smaller. Smaller but stronger." He made a fist and flexed his forearm muscles that bulged under his fat-free skin. Veins were popping everywhere. He smiled as he looked at his bulging muscles and ripped veins. Then he jammed on his gloves too.

"I'm not gonna hit you in the face. I don't want my mom to think I hurt you, even though I will hurt you. She can't do anything about it when I hurt people but I like my mom and I don't wanna piss her off too much. I'll hurt the rest of your body. It's so fun to box and hurt people real bad." I shuddered as I looked at this 12 year old boy, a boy that was now completely my master. The muscles bulged in his arms as he flexed them and talked about how he was going to hurt me and how fun it was going to be. I was just his toy, a toy he could hit and smash and hurt as he showed off what a dominant young stud he was.

"Get on the mat," he ordered. I obeyed. He stood before me, his sweaty muscular body radiating strength and power. "Say go," he said. I put up my fists and said "go." Instantly he charged at me, pounding me with punch after punch. He hit my gut, my chest, my legs, every part of my body except my head. This time he didn't hold up on the power. His blows were incredibly hard. I knew that I would be black and blue for days. Every time I started to collapse he grabbed my armpit and stood me up again. I tried to punch back, but my feeble little punches just bounced off his hard muscles like they were feathers. His pecs were like steel and his abs were like bricks. I charged at him, thinking that with my heavier weight I'd be able to push him backwards. However, he put one leg behind the other and stopped me cold. His legs were much stronger than mine. Then he pushed me into the wall and smashed his fists into my gut again and again and again. I crumbled to the floor in abject pain.

Again he put his foot on my crumpled body and flexed his arms in triumph. "On your knees," he ordered. I was in so much pain that I couldn't move. He kicked me hard in the chest. "I said on your knees!" he yelled. Slowly I got on my knees and looked up at his sweaty body. "Kiss my feet, wimp. Kiss my big strong feet. I saw that in a movie once. The warrior smashed his opponent and then made him kiss his feet. The warrior was his master. Now I'm your master. So kiss your master's big strong feet." I looked him in the eyes and saw that he was deadly serious. The strength and dominance and power of his body radiated through his deep blue eyes. The muscles in his legs were pulsating, his thighs and calves bulging with muscle. I bent down and kissed his feet, first the right one and then the left one. They were hot and sweaty. "Yeah, I'm your boss, wimp. I'm your master. I can fuck you up any time I want. And I think you like my muscles, don't you wimp. You keep looking at my muscles. You've felt how strong they are. They can give you pain, but you like the pain don't you wimp. You like getting fucked up by my big strong muscles."

I looked up at him silently. His eyes penetrated me. His muscles were rippling. I looked at his face and body and started trembling in awe. "Yeah, I knew it," he said. He kicked me over onto the mat.

He walked over and got another bottle of water. Water for him, not for me. He drank the water as I watched the muscles in his arm flex as he held up the bottle. I looked at the bottle pleadingly. I was thirsty. "Can I have some?" I pleaded. He grabbed my hair and forced my head back. "Open up," he said. I opened my mouth and he poured some water into my mouth. I swallowed quickly. Then he took away the water and drank some more himself. He was still holding onto my hair. Then he spit into my mouth. A huge amount of spit and water surged into my mouth. I swallowed his spit and water. He laughed and drank the rest of the water.

I sat exhausted, battered and bruised on the mat. Even though Danny had been pounding on me incessantly, using every one of his muscles to devastate me, he looked fresh and not tired at all. I was battered and tired as hell. "Get up!" he yelled. I was too tired to move. He kicked me hard and yelled "I said get up! When I say something you do it!" Slowly I got up and faced my 12 year old master.

He stretched his arms and then flexed them. "Now we're gonna have an MMA wrestling fight. You've seen MMA on TV, right? Those dudes are studs! Well, I'm gonna practice my moves on you. I'm gonna be a great MMA fighter!" I couldn't believe what he was saying. I was so tired I could hardly move. And he wanted to wrestle! "I'm too tired, Danny. I'm too tired to fight you." He looked at me with a sneer on his face. "Do you think I fucking care if you're tired? I don't give a shit. If I say we're gonna wrestle, we're gonna wrestle. You got that wimp? I'm your fucking boss and you do what I say!"

At that he jumped at me and threw me to the floor. He started wrestling with me, putting my arms and legs in positions they were never intended to have. "Fight back, wimp! You gotta fight!" I tried to resist, but the force of his muscles was just too great. He was so strong and I was so weak. He wrestled with me for over five minutes, choking my neck, twisting my arms and legs. I outweighed him by many pounds, but he was all muscle. Solid, strong, dominant muscle. Alpha muscle. Finally, he spun around and locked his legs around my chest. He squeezed his big thighs around my feeble bones as he grabbed my arm. I could see the muscles in his legs flexing and bulging as they applied more and more pressure. My rib bones were being crushed by his muscles and I couldn't breathe. And my arm was almost pulled out of its socket as his biceps and shoulders pulled with incredible force. I was groaning in abject pain. "Tap out!" he yelled as I almost fainted on the mat. "Tap out!" he yelled again. I looked over at his fierce, dominant face with a blank look. "Tap your hand on the mat. That's how you submit in MMA. You're gonna submit to me," he said as he crushed even harder.

Immediately I tapped my hand on the mat and he let go of his hold. He jumped on top of me and sat on my chest. "Danny the Destroyer wins!" he yelled as he flexed his biceps, his pecs and his abs. I reached up and felt his biceps, those big balls of muscle that had almost pulled off my arm. I kept feeling his right bicep with my left hand and ran my right hand down to his pecs and abs, feeling the rock hard sweaty muscle. He grinned as I worshipped his body. "You like my muscles, don't you wimp. My muscles totally crushed you but you still like 'em. You like being smashed and crushed by my big muscles. I own you wimp. I own your weak little body." I looked up at this 12 year old alpha male who really did own me and I rubbed his muscles even more.

Then I noticed that his cock was pushing up under his shorts. I slowly moved my hand down and rubbed it gently on his cock. He pulled down his shorts and his cock sprang up and hit his abs. "I always get hard when I beat someone up. It gives me such a rush. It makes me feel like such a stud. I love dominating other boys. My mom has a friend who calls me an alpha male. Yeah, I'm an alpha male all right!"

He stripped off his shorts and fell on top of my body. His rock hard cock was right on top of my waist. He rubbed his big hard pecs into my chest and he started thrusting his hips up and down, rubbing his cock up and down my body. He started groaning in pleasure. "Feels so good," he said as he thrust harder and harder. The sweat from his body had covered my body, providing great lubrication for his thrusting cock. He was completely dominating me, covering my body with his muscles and fucking my waist with his rock hard cock. He knew I couldn't escape from him. He was too strong and I was too weak. But I didn't want to escape anyway. I loved being dominated by his muscles and now by his cock. I knew he hadn't gone through puberty yet, but he was hard as hell and it sounded like he was ready to cum.

He started thrusting harder and faster. Then he yelled and his cock twitched as he pumped it into my soft abs. "OH, OH, OH!" he yelled. He was cumming although he was too young to eject any cum. It seemed like he came for a long time. Then he collapsed on my body, rubbing his muscles and his still hard cock all over me. "I own you and I fucked you," he said. I reached up and felt his hard muscles that pressed against me.

Then he sprang up off my body and stood above me totally naked. I marveled at the beauty of his body. Wide shoulders, narrow hips, washboard abs, muscular arms, a firm round bubble butt and big strong legs and calves. And now I could see his cock, which looked just as big as mine. "Get up," he ordered. I struggled up. I was still in pain from the beating I had just took. "I'm hungry," he said. "Go fix me a sandwich. Use a whole can of tuna. And a big glass of milk. I eat lots of food. I'm gonna go take a piss." He put on his shorts and went towards the bathroom. "Can I take a piss too?" I asked. "No. You hold it in, wimp. Fix my food first. And wash your fucking hands."

I could hear him pissing as I walked towards the kitchen. I pictured the big stream of piss gushing out of his cock. It made me want to piss even more. But I couldn't. I knew I couldn't. I washed my hands and found a can of tuna. There were a lot of cans there. Danny must eat a lot of tuna. I got the bread and the mayo and made the sandwich. Then I poured a glass of milk. Danny came strutting in to the kitchen. His cock was still a little hard under his shorts. He looked at the sandwich. Then he took a big bite. Then another bite. He ravished the sandwich and the milk in less than a minute. "Feels good to eat," he said. "And don't even think of eating any of my food." Then he walked up to me and stood right in front of me.

"That was lots of fun, fighting a big teenager like you. Way more fun than computer games. And I know you liked it too. I hurt you a lot. I bet you're still in pain. But you liked it. You liked getting thrashed by my muscles. Here's what you're gonna do, wimp. When my mom gets home you're gonna tell her you liked babysitting me so much you're gonna do it for free. Then in a couple of days I'll tell my mom to go to another movie and get you over here again to babysit me, for free again. And then we can do even more fun things. Fun for me. Maybe not fun for you. But I don't give a shit whether you like it or not because I'm your fucking master and you do what I want. You got all that, wimp?"

I nodded my head. I was Danny's total slave. "I'm gonna go to bed now. I need lots of sleep so my muscles will grow. You can tuck me in, babysitter." He grinned. He sure didn't look like a baby. I followed him to his bathroom where he brushed his teeth. We both watched his muscles in the bathroom mirror, Danny as their owner and me as their slave. Then we went into his bedroom. Martial arts trophies were everywhere. His walls were covered with posters of martial arts and MMA champions. And there were a couple of bodybuilding magazines on the floor. "I'm gonna look like him pretty soon," he said as he pointed to a huge young MMA fighter. He got in his bed and looked up at me with a look of absolute arrogance and confidence. "If you touch anything in this room you're gonna be dead. Now tuck me in, wimp." He smiled as I grabbed the sheets and tucked them in. He closed his eyes and I left the room. It took him not longer than two minutes to go into a deep sleep. I looked around his room but I didn't touch anything. I didn't want to be dead. I went into the bathroom and finally took a piss.

I couldn't do any homework. I went in to the gym and looked at all the equipment Danny had. Danny was a total jock. A total alpha male jock. I picked up the 60 pound barbell and tried to curl it, but I could only move it one inch. There was no way I could curl that bar. Danny could curl it easily. Danny was strong. Very very strong.

Finally his mother came home. She walked in and immediately looked at me up and down. "How did things go?" she said. "Danny gets a little rough sometimes." I almost wanted to laugh at this understatement. "Well, yeah, he's quite a boy all right. But I had a real good time babysitting him. And I don't want to charge you any money. It was my pleasure to babysit Danny. Maybe I can do it again sometime." She didn't seem as surprised as I thought she would be when I said I wouldn't charge anything. "Well, thank you," she said as she looked for bruises on my body.

She walked into Danny's bedroom and looked at him sleeping. "He's a little angel," she said. "But he's a boy, a real boy. I bet he fought you and he won every time, didn't he." I nodded my head. "Yeah, he's an alpha male," I said. "Very alpha," she said as we left his room. I went home. I could hardly wait for the call to come back and serve my young master.

 

Part 3

I had a hard time concentrating in school or doing my homework the next several days. All I could think about was Danny. I looked at my bruises in the mirror and thought about the strong muscles of my young master that had inflicted them on me. I could hardly wait to see him again. Even though he had hurt me badly, I still wanted to see him.

I didn't get a call from Danny's mother for several days. I started to panic. Was Danny tired of me? Had he found another teenager to dominate? Was I too wimpy for him? Did he find a bigger, stronger teenager to control? I was panicked. I wanted to see Danny! Finally my cellphone rang after dinner and I could see Danny's number on my number ID. Trembling, I answered the phone. "Hello," I said quietly. "Is this John?" It was Danny's mother. "Yes, it's John. How are you, Mrs. Johnson?" "Oh, I'm fine. But I'd love to go out for another movie. Danny's quite a handful. Are you available to babysit him tomorrow at seven?" I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said. There was a long pause. "Are you sure? Most teenage boys think Danny's too much for them to handle. They never come back for a second time. Are you really sure?" "Yes, I'm sure. Danny and I had a great time." Another long pause. I thought I heard Danny's voice. "Well, good. Danny wants to talk to you John. Here he is."

"Go in to other room, mom. I want to talk to him alone. (Long pause.) Hey wimp. I knew you'd come back. I bet you've been thinking about me all this time. Thinking about my muscles. Thinking about me lifting my new weights, getting bigger, getting stronger. I've gained another three pounds of muscle since you've been here. You thinking about me smashing my leg into that bag? Smashing the fucking thing into nothing with the power of my big thigh muscles. Thinking about me smashing my fists into that bag that could be your body. You've been thinking about me, haven't you wimp?" I gulped. "Yes," I said quietly. "Yes what?" he yelled. "Yes, master."

"That's better. Okay, wimp, here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna go out and buy four 25 pound weight plates. I'm gettin' too strong for the weights I got. And you're gonna spot me when you come over here. I wanna see how strong I am now and you're gonna spot me." My cock immediately got hard. "Yes, sir." I said "And you're gonna buy me a weight belt. I'm gonna tie a dumbbell to it so I can do some pullups with a weight attached to me. Regular pullups are too easy. My lats are so fucking strong. I need more weight for my big lats and biceps. I got a 26 inch waist so don't make the weightbelt too big. I got a little waist and a big chest." My cock was now rock hard. "Yes, sir. Your waist is a small washboard of muscle," I said. "And buy me a big can of whey protein. I need more protein,. Fuck, make it two cans. I'm eatin' like a horse. Lifting those weights really makes me hungry. I'm turning all that food into muscle." I was now moaning. "Yes, sir." "And that muscle is gonna fuck you up," he yelled as he slammed down the phone. I touched my cock and I immediately came.

The next day I went to a gym equipment store and loaded my cart with four 25 pounds plates and two big cans of whey protein. I went up to a clerk who looked like he was a young bodybuilder. He was about my height but he must have weighed about 180, all solid muscle. He looked at my wimpy frame and the big plates and said "I think you should be buying some fives and tens, not those big 25 pound plates. You need to put on some muscle before you buy those. And that's a hell of a lot of protein for a beginner like you." I looked at his muscular body, a body I knew Danny was going to have very soon, and said, "This stuff isn't for me. Its for a friend. He's only been lifting for two months and he already needs 100 pounds of new weights. He ordered me -- I mean he asked me -- to get the 25's. The clerk looked at the plates. "Well, okay," he said. "And I need a weight belt for him. He's got a tiny waist so he needs a 26 inch belt. Do you have one?"

The young bodybuilder rubbed his hands on his own waist, which must have measured about 32 inches, and said, "Geez, the guy who needs more big weights so fast has a 26 inch waist? Holy crap. We don't have any demand for belts for 26 inch waists. Nobody's got a 26 inch waist. The smallest we have goes down to 28 inches. But if you drill another hole in it you can probably get it down to 26. Your friend really has a small waist. He must be a little guy. I can't believe he needs more weights already." I looked at the small belt he had. "He's got a small waist but the rest of him is big. Big chest, big arms, big shoulders, big legs. He's a muscular kid. He's gained almost 20 pounds of muscle in two months. He can bench over 150. (Danny could bench 140 before. I knew he was up to 150 now, maybe more.) That protein is for him too. He eats like a horse. And he wants more protein."

The clerk looked at the big weights and the protein. "I could bench 150 when I was about 15 years old. Now I'm up to 250." I gulped. I didn't want to say that Danny was only 12 and he was already benching the same weight that this big kid was benching at 15. Danny would be benching 250 in a matter of months. I knew it. I knew what my master could do.

"He needs the weight belt because pullups are too easy for him. He can do lots of pullups and now he wants to tie a big weight onto the belt to make it harder. He's got really strong lat muscles." The young bodybuilder felt his own lats. "Geez," he said. "I can only do about 10 pullups without any weight at all. Your friend sounds like he's really strong, even though he's got a tiny waist. He's gonna need a chain to hold the weight to the belt. We don't get much demand for these chains 'cause very few guys call pull up more weight than their own bodies. But I've seen a couple of real studs who can do like 40 or 50 pounds with the belt and the chain. The lats on those guys are incredible." I nodded. "Yeah, Danny's lats are already incredible and they're growing bigger and stronger every day. He needs more weight." I took the chain. The guy looked at me. "Is this guy your age?" I looked at the floor. "No, he's a little younger," I murmured as I thought about how the dominant muscular kid who was forcing me to buy all this stuff was only 12 years old. "And he's a great fighter too. He's been a martial arts champion since he was six years old." The young man looked at me and said, "You got a real stud for a friend." I paid over $150 for the stuff and slowly carried each 25 pound plate to my car one by one. They were very heavy for me. I drilled a hole in the belt, hoping it would go down to 26 inches. If it didn't I knew I'd be punished.

I drove to Danny's house and knocked on the door at exactly 7:00. The door opened and Danny's mother stood there. "Thanks for coming, John. I know Danny's a real handful. I have to deal with him every day and you know what an alpha kid he is. I'm so proud to have such a big strong son but he's a lot to handle." I nodded my head. "That's for sure," I said. "I can't handle him at all. He handles me." She smiled. "I know," she said. "He's a total alpha." She turned towards the hall. "Danny, John is here!" I heard a rumble of steel and then a crash on the floor. "Danny!" she yelled. "Mom, get off it! I'm gonna crash this iron all I want. The bigger I get the more it's gonna crash. So just get off it!" She looked at me. "Okay, son," she said submissively.

Then Danny swaggered into the room. My mouth dropped open as I saw his body again. He looked bigger than he was just a few days ago. His muscles were pumped and bulging and sweat was dripping off his skin. He looked at my gaping mouth and he flexed his arms. "Yeah, my muscles are bigger, wimp. They get bigger every day." He strutted up to his mom and kissed her on the cheek. "Have a good time at the movie, mom. I'm gonna have a real good time with wimp boy here." He looked at me and gave me a look that was half grin and half sneer.

His mom put on her coat and left. As soon as the door closed, Danny ran up to me and shoved my neck under his armpit. He squeezed down with his arm and flexed his lat muscles. My neck was choked by his big hard lat muscles bulging out of his chest and the strong muscles of his arm. "I was workin' on my lats. Feel how big and hard they are. They are so fucking strong. I could break your weak little neck real easy." He squeezed harder and I started to choke. "Yeah, feel my power, wimp boy." He squeezed a few more seconds and then let go. I fell to the floor. I looked up at him and he flexed his lats and sneered at me. Huge wings of muscle flared out from his wide shoulders down to his narrow hips. His small waist was shredded with a washboard of muscle. He laughed as he saw me looking at his body. "Yeah, real big and real strong," he said. "Get up!"

I quickly stood up and waited for my next order. "You bought all the stuff, right? I know you did because I own you. Let's go get it!" He opened the door and ran out. It was cold and he was only wearing his workout shorts. But he didn't care. His body was tough. I ran behind him watching his muscles bulge with each step. We got to the car and he yelled "Open it!" I fumbled for my keys and opened the trunk. He looked down and saw the weights, the protein and the belt and chain. "Yeah," he said. He grabbed two of the 25 pound plates and pulled them out of the trunk like they weighed nothing. I had struggled lifting one of them and he was lifting two with ease. "Oh yeah, I need these weights. I've gotten too strong for the little set I got." He walked towards the house. I grabbed the belt, the chain and one or the cans of protein and followed him. He dumped the weights on the floor of his gym and ran out to the car to get the others. He brought them in and I brought in the other big protein can, which I put in the kitchen. Then I went into the gym. "Strip down to your shorts, wimp" he said without even looking at me. I immediately complied.

He was looking at the weight belt. "I hope it's small enough," he said as he rubbed his hand on his tiny waist. "If it ain't you're gonna pay." I pointed to the extra hole I drilled. "They only make weight belts down to 28 inches. I guess weightlifters don't have tiny waists like you do. So I drilled an extra hole. I hope it goes down to 26 inches." I was trembling, just thinking about what he would do to me if I failed. He put it around his waist and pulled the belt down to the last hole I had drilled. It fit! It wasn't tight but it fit. "Good job, wimp," he said. "Thank you sir," I said as I stood there proudly, knowing that I had fulfilled the order of my young master. I looked at the belt around his tiny washboard waist and smiled. "The guy that sold me this stuff is a young bodybuilder. He's about my height but he's all muscle, probably about 180 pounds. He was really impressed when I told him about you." Danny grinned. "Yeah, he should be," he said as he flexed his arm and looked at the bulging muscles. The he turned to his weights.

"Like I said, I was working on my lats. I was doin' some barbell rows, like this." He walked over to the barbell that had a lot of weight on it. He bent over and picked it up. Then he started rowing it up and down and his lats and lower back muscles exploded. "Uh, how much does that weigh, sir?" I asked. "One twenty-five," he grunted. "Same as what I weigh." He cranked out ten reps and I now knew that Danny had grown from 105 pounds to 125 pounds of rock hard muscle in two months. He dropped the barbell on the floor and it made a loud crash. "That's gonna be even louder when I'm pulling 200 pounds." He stood up and flexed his lats. I couldn't resist. I rushed over and touched his throbbing muscles. The slapped me away with a hard bitch slap to my face. "Down wimp. I didn't tell you you could touch my muscles. You only touch my muscles when I want you to. And you can't do it now. You gotta just watch. Watch my big muscles pull the heavy iron. Think about what those muscles are gonna do to you." He flexed harder and I gasped as I saw how big and wide his lats were.

He went over and jumped up to the pullup bar. "Watch how easy this is," he said. He pulled himself up and then lowered himself down quickly. Then he pulled up and lowered down again, very quickly. "My lats and biceps are so strong my body feels like a fucking feather," he said. As he went up and down his lats looked like thick wings of muscle pulsating with fibers as they pulled his body up and down . His biceps curled from thick muscle snakes into solid balls of muscle as they helped his lats work with the light weight they were handling - his body. He cranked out 25 easy reps and then jumped easily to the floor. He flexed his lats at me again and I so wanted to touch them but I knew I couldn't. I got as close as I dared to his sweaty body, looking at his swelling lats and watching and smelling the sweat drip off his skin. "That was a good warmup," he said as he felt his big lat muscles with his hands. 'Now I'm gonna use some weight. I need more weight to really work these muscles. See that dumbbell? It weighs 30 pounds. Strap it on me."

He was already wearing the belt, so I got the chain and wrapped it around the dumbbell. He squatted down a little bit and I fastened the chain to the belt. Danny stood there like an animal with the belt buckled around his tiny little waist tied to a 30 pound dumbbell on the floor. I thought he would have a hard time jumping up to the bar with the extra weight, but how wrong I was. He jumped easily off the floor and grabbed on to the bar with the extra 30 pounds hanging from his waist. Just like the rest of him, his legs were very strong. He was facing me and looking at me with his deep blue eyes with an arrogant look on his face. "I feel so fucking strong," he said as he hung there with his lats flaring out. Then he pulled himself up as his lats exploded with bulging muscle. "Oh yeah!" he yelled as he got to the top. "Fucking strong!" I gazed in wonderment at his lat muscles, muscles that were pulling so much weight. He lowered himself and then went up again. It didn't even look hard for him. "I still need more weight!" he yelled. "My muscles are so fucking strong!" He cranked out another nine reps, doing 10 reps with 30 pounds attached to his waist. My eyes were fixated on his lats. I so wanted to touch them. I so wanted to feel them. But I knew I couldn't. Not until Danny wanted me to touch them. I was at his total command.

Danny jumped down like a leopard jumping down to the grass. Smooth, graceful, strong. "Put on another 20 pounds, wimp. My muscles are too strong for 30 pounds. They need more weight!" I detached the chain. Danny went over and took a big drink of water while I worked on his weight. I put two ten pound plates on the dumbbell. "Ready, sir," I said as I stood there looking at his sweaty pumped up body. He swaggered over and squatted just below the bar. I attached the chain. He looked down at the weight and said "You ain't nothin' to these muscles." His thigh muscles were big and striated with bulging quad muscles. Then they exploded and he jumped up and easily grabbed on to the bar. He pulled himself and the weight up and he grunted like an animal as he pulled. "Yeah!" he yelled as he got to the top. He slowly lowered himself down and did another rep. By now his lats were absolutely enormous, bulging out from his chest like huge wings of muscle, striated with fibers and covered with veins. My tongue came out of my mouth as I looked at that huge working muscle. He did three reps and then jumped to the floor. "Oh yeah!" he yelled as I quickly took off the chain. He stood up and flexed his lats right in front of me. I gasped as I saw the huge muscles bulging with power. He grabbed my hair and forced my face into his armpit. "Feel my fucking muscles, wimp! Feel the muscles you'll never have. Feel my huge lats!"

My dream had come true! I could now feel Danny's muscles! My face was buried in his arm pit and I breathed in and smelled his pungent male sweat, sweat that was produced by his throbbing bulging muscles as they worked so hard to pull up his body and the 50 pound dumbbell. I rubbed my hands and fingers over his lats, feeling the huge muscles flex as they bulged out from his chest like slabs of rock. I breathed in my master's sweat and felt the throbbing muscles of his body. I moaned. "Yeah, feel my muscles wimp. Muscles that own you. Muscles that control you. You ain't nothin' to these muscles. They're gettin' so strong!" I groaned some more.

After just a minute or so of my groveling he pushed me down to the floor. "You are such a fucking wimp," he said. "Feeling my muscles, breathing in my sweat, moaning as you think about how strong I am. You are such a fucking puny wimp. Fuck, I'm so much stronger than you it ain't even funny. And I own you, wimp. I fucking own you." He kicked me in the ribs. "Get up!" he yelled. "Now I'm gonna do some benches. I'm gonna see how much I can bench. And I'm gonna be using all the new weights you bought. My fucking pecs are so fucking strong!"

 

Part 4

I looked up at my master's body as he stood over me. I was petrified by the awesome beauty of his bulging muscles, his deep blue eyes and his brutally handsome face. He sneered and kicked me again, this time real hard in my butt. "I said get up, wimp!" he yelled. I stumbled to my feet. Danny rubbed his hands on his pecs, big muscles that he was now going to test with bench presses. Heavy bench presses. He was going to see how strong they really were. "Take off the weights from the bar, put it on the rack and put two 25's on each side," he barked. "Yes, master," I said. I could hardly take my eyes off his body. He went over and grabbed the water bottle and took a long drink as I worked on his barbell. "Faster!" he yelled as he saw me struggling with the weights. "You're not that fucking weak!" He came over and saw me struggling with the 25 pound plates. "Or maybe you are, you fucking little wimp." He grabbed a plate out of my hand and easily put it on the bar. Then he put on the last plate like it weighed only five pounds. "The bar weighs 20 pounds, so I got 120 pounds there. Should be a good warmup weight. You don't need to spot me on this. It's a pussy weight. But more than twice as much as you can lift." He looked at my scrawny body and sneered.

I looked at the bar and said, "Sir, what is a spot? I've never lifted any weights before." He pulled back his arm and punched me in the shoulder, real hard. I fell backwards onto the floor. He looked down at me with absolute contempt in his deep blue eyes. "Shit, I have to teach you everything! Get up!" He kicked me in the ribs. I got up as fast as I could - I didn't want another kick. "Here's how you do it," he said as he moved towards the bench. I was in his way and he bumped me with his muscular shoulder, pushing me aside like I was just a cloud of fog that he could just barge through. And he did. Even though I was a half foot taller and 15 pounds heavier, I was nothing to his strong, muscular body. I stumbled and he said, "Fucking clumsy," as he strutted up to the rack.

“Okay, here’s how you do it. Pretend that I’m on the bench pressing up this bar, except that the bar has a lot more weight on it. Maybe after I do five or six reps my muscles, even though they’re strong as shit, start getting tired from lifting the heavy iron. You have your little skinny fingers under the bar, like this. If I can’t raise up the bar, you pull on the bar with just a couple of pounds of force and help me get it to the top. I might do a couple of reps this way. That really burns the muscles and makes’ em grow huge! You got it wimp?” He turned towards me and flexed his pecs. They bounced under his skin with the striations of muscle showing with every flex. “But master, I can’t pick up that heavy bar. I’m way too weak.” He grabbed my hand and put it on his big pec muscle. Then he flexed it. I felt the thick fibers of muscle bulging like steel cords. “That muscle’s gonna do most of the work, wimp. All your little arms have to do is lift a couple of pounds. You think you can do that, wimp? You have enough muscle for that?” He grabbed both of my upper arms and squeezed. I cried out in pain as his strong thick fingers crushed my bicep and tricep muscles like they were made of mush. I looked at his forearms that were writhing like thick muscular snakes as they applied more and more force to his fingers. “Fuck, you ain’t got much muscle at all, but I think you got enough to lift a couple of pounds.... if I didn’t crush it into pulp.” He laughed. Then he crushed a little harder and then let go.

He bumped his body into me again as he headed towards the bench, knocking me to the side. Obviously he liked showing off his dominance over me. And I liked feeling his muscles as he bumped me. “This is gonna be an easy warmup,” he said as he got on the bench. He jerked the 120 bar off the rack and held it up. I stood at the side and looked at his incredible body. His firm round bubble butt pushed his hips up and his big muscular chest and back pushed his torso up. So his tiny waist was pushed up way above the bench, probably about three inches. I gazed at that tiny waist that was holding together his huge torso and his bubble butt and big legs. His abs rippled with strength as he held the bar. My eyes quickly moved from his abs to his pecs which were bulging as he held the heavy bar high overhead. He looked over at me with his deep blue eyes and grinned. "This is gonna be fucking easy," he said. He lowered the bar and immediately pushed it up. I watched his pecs as he did this as they flexed and bulged, going from stretched out fibers of steel when the bar was down to a big ball of shredded muscle when the bar was up. He lowered the bar and pumped it back up again, very fast. "Feels like a fucking feather," he yelled as he got the bar to the top. My eyes were fixated on his body. I watched his pecs flex. I watched his arms bulge as they pushed the iron. I watched his delts bulge as they helped his arms and pecs press up the heavy iron. I watched his tiny waist flex as it was held high off the bench by the rest of his muscular body. I was mesmerized watching my 12 year old master crank out bench presses with a weight I couldn't even lift off the ground. After each rep, his pecs looked bigger and harder. They were big when he began, but now they were huge, bulging with shredded muscle, colored red from all the blood surging through the muscle, and covered with sweat. My cock was rock hard. He finished 15 reps and slammed the bar onto the rack. Then he jumped off the bench and bumped my chest with his pecs.

"Fuckin' strong!" he yelled as he pushed his big hot pecs into my skinny little chest. I looked down and saw the throbbing muscles, muscles that were incredibly bigger and stronger than the little shreds of flab on my chest. Instinctively I reached up to touch that muscle, but Danny grabbed my hand and slapped me hard on the face. "You don't touch my muscles until I tell you to. Haven't you learned anything yet? You do what I say. You're my fucking slave, wimp. And I think you like being my slave, don't you, you weak little fucker." He grabbed my cock and squeezed it. He laughed. "You got a hard on for my body, don't you wimp. You like my big muscles. Even though my muscles can fuck you up any time I want, you like my muscles." I kept looking at his pecs. "Yes sir," I said quietly. "I love your muscles." He looked at my hard on under my shorts. "Strip off your shorts," he said. "I wanna see your cock. I wanna see how big it is."

I stripped off my shorts and my little cock sprang up. It was about four and a half inches long and very thin, just like the rest of me. Danny laughed. "Shit, it's small and skinny, just like the rest of you. Look at my cock." He reached down and pulled off his shorts. His cock was hard too and it was bigger than mine! He hadn't even gone through puberty yet and his cock was bigger than mine. Like a lot of jock boys, Danny was completely uninhibited. He had stripped many times in front of other boys and he was proud of his body and cock. "My cock's longer and it's way thicker," he said as he looked at our two cocks. "Just like my muscles are way thicker than yours. I get hard when my big muscles are lifting heavy iron and pushing around a weak little wimp like you." He bumped his pecs into me again. I looked into his beautiful eyes and said, "I am your slave, master. Push me around all you want if it turns you on." He rubbed his pecs into my chest and said, "Oh yeah."

Then he looked over at the bench. "Back to business," he said. "Load 30 pounds on the bar. Make it weigh 150, wimp." He headed over to the water bottle and drank. Then he spilled some water on his hot pecs and abs. He rubbed the water over his body and I gazed in awe. "Get to work!" he yelled. He came over and smashed his fist into my gut. I buckled over in pain. "I said get to work!" he said as he stood me up and stood in front of me with drops of water all over his pecs and abs and his cock still rock hard,. Even though my gut was now in pain, my cock was rock hard too. I quickly moved over and put a 10 and a 5 on each side. He was rubbing his hands on his pecs as he watched me work. "Gettin' big. Gettin' hard," he said. My cock was twitching.

"Okay, now you get ready to spot. I probably won't need one until maybe the last rep. You remember what to do, right wimp?" I looked at the bar. "Yes, sir," I said, trembling at the excitement of spotting for my muscular master. I stood over the bar with my rock hard cock at full attention. Danny got on the bench. He looked up at me with his deep blue eyes and grabbed my cock and squeezed. I felt his strong fingers on my cock. His hands and fingers were rough and callused from years of martial arts and grabbing the bars with heavy iron for the two months he had been lifting. He had the hands of a stud. I got harder. He squeezed again and then he let go of my cock and grabbed the bar.

 

Part 5

Danny looked at me from the bench as he held the heavy bar. His blue eyes were gorgeous. He lowered the bar and then pressed it up again. "Still feels light," he said, smiling at me like a conquering warrior. As he lowered the bar again I watched his muscles bulge and flex. His pecs were enormous and they were getting bigger with every rep. The striations of steel hard muscle fibers looked incredible. He lowered the bar several more times and he started slowing down. Sweat was pouring out of his skin. His pecs were red, flushed with blood pumped into his muscles by his big strong athletic heart. I put my hands under the bar. He cranked out another rep, grunting as he pressed the bar up. Most bodybuilders would have stopped here. But not Danny. Not my master. He was going to do another rep. He lowered the bar and started pushing it up. "You can do it, master!" I yelled. "Look at your fucking muscles! They're bulging! They're strong! Push on that bar, muscles! Push that fucking bar outta your way. You're strong! Push it!" Danny grunted and pushed up the bar. He got it half way up and slowed down until he stopped. I lifted up just a little bit with my fingers. "You're doing all the work, muscles! You're pushing the shit outta this bar. Push it! Push it!" Danny grunted again and his muscles made a final surge, pushing the bar all the way to the top. He racked the bar and jumped off the bench.

He yelled, "Oh yeah!" as he turned around and bumped me on the chest with his huge sweaty pecs. "That last rep was fantastic!" he said. "My pecs worked so fucking hard! They were in total pain! It's so good to have a spotter. I can really work 'em hard!" I looked down at his pecs. I so much wanted to touch them. "Thank you sir. You're pecs look real big. They got even bigger and redder on that set. May I touch them, sir. May I touch your huge pecs?" Danny pushed me backwards, with just his pec muscles forcing themselves into my skinny chest. "No! I'm gonna do another set. I gonna set a fucking record. I wanna see how strong I am. Put on another 30 pounds. Make it 180. These muscles are gonna push 180." He bumped me again hard, and I stumbled backwards. Then he went over and drank some water. Without waiting, I loaded 30 pounds on the bar.

He strutted over and got on the bench. He grabbed the bar and held it over his head. His body was covered with sweat. His abs were like a shredded washboard. His shoulders were bulging out at the sides with fibers of muscle at full attention, ready to work. His arms were red and sweaty, bulging with muscle that would help his pecs and delts push the heavy iron. And his pecs were so big, so red, so sweaty, so striated. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. This 12 year old boy had more muscle than I had ever seen. He lowered the bar and I put my little fingers under the iron. Then he started pushing up. He grunted and his muscles bulged with explosive power. The bar went up and I didn't even have to touch it. "It's all you, master! Your muscles are conquering the iron! Your muscles are stronger than the iron! Push it! Push the fucking iron!" He grunted some more and slowly the bar rose to the top. With no spot. Just his unbelievable muscle power. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled. "One more rep! I'm gonna make these muscles cry. I'm gonna make 'em hurt so bad they'll want to grow bigger and stronger for next time. And they will! They're gonna get huge!"

He lowered the bar and started pushing up. He got about a quarter of the way up and slowed down. "Push it, muscles! Push that fucking bar! You're stronger than that bar! You're stronger than that fucking iron! Push! Push!" I put my fingers under the bar and gently helped Danny's muscles push up the bar. I didn't apply much force, probably only about five pounds, but it was enough so that the bar started moving up again. "It's all you, muscles! It's all you! Push it. Push it.!" Danny was now grunting loudly. His pecs were so big, bulging with fibers and veins, as they pushed the iron. Finally he got the bar to the top and jerked it back onto the rack. "Fuck!" he yelled.

He jumped off the bench and bumped me hard on the chest. "So fucking strong!" he yelled. "One hundred eighty pounds! I didn't know I was that strong! And I'm gonna get a lot stronger! You're gonna have to buy some more weights for me, wimp." He pushed his pecs into my body and kind of rubbed them on me. They were covered with sweat and the sweat rubbed off onto my chest. They were so big, so hard, so hot. My cock was rock hard. I couldn't take it any more. "Please sir, may I touch your pecs. They're so big. They're so strong. Please. Please?" He rubbed his pecs into my chest some more. He knew he was driving me wild. "Okay, slave. If you beg enough maybe I will. Maybe I'll let you feel my big hard muscles. But you gotta beg. I'm your master and you're nothing. Beg me to let you touch my pecs, you weak little wimp."

I dropped down on my knees and looked up at his body. His muscles were bulging and covered with sweat. Veins were popping out everywhere. And his cock was rock hard. "Please master, let me feel your muscles. You are like a god to me. You are so muscular, so strong, so beautiful. Your blue eyes are gorgeous. Your face is so handsome. Your muscles are so big and so strong. Look at your pec muscles. They're huge. They're bulging with muscle. I can see the muscle move under your skin. Oh please!" Danny looked down at me with his beautiful blue eyes and flexed his pec muscles, first the right one and then the left one. The muscles bulged at his command. I started getting tears in my eyes looking at those muscles. "Please, sir. Let me feel your pecs. You are my master. I am just your puny slave. I will do whatever you want. You own me. You rule me. Oh please!" I bent down and kissed his feet, several times. "I am kissing the feet of my master, my god. I am kissing his big strong feet. I beg him to let me feel his big pecs, pecs that pressed 180 pounds. Pecs that are five times as strong as my pecs. Pecs of a god." I looked up and him with pleading eyes. "Please let me feel your pecs! Please, please, please!"

Danny looked down at me with a look of complete arrogance on his face. Then he held up his right foot. "Lick my feet, wimp. Lick the feet of your master. Lick the feet that could kick the shit out of you any time they wanted to. Lick 'em, you weak little fucker." He jammed his foot into my face. I stuck out my tongue and started licking the bottom of his foot. The sole of his foot was rough and callused. His foot had spent countless hours running and kicking. He had kicked his big bag thousands of times, and every time he kicked the bag his foot got stronger, the ligaments and tendons growing bigger and tougher and the muscles growing bigger and stronger. His foot was tough. It was like a sledgehammer, a sledgehammer of bone and tendon and muscle that could kick the shit out of a weak little boy like me.

I licked and felt the toughness of his foot. "Your foot is so rough, so strong. I can just feel the power in your foot with my tongue. I can feel the tough skin. I can feel the hard muscles. I can feel the bones that could break ribs. I love your feet, master. I love your big strong feet." He grunted. "Fuck yeah. My feet are so strong. I got big strong legs and big strong feet. I could break three of your ribs in one kick. I've been practicing that move for years. Maybe I should try it out on you, slave. Maybe I should break some ribs." I trembled. I knew he could do it.

Then I put his toes in my mouth and sucked them. His toes were very thick, very solid and packed with muscle. Every time he kicked the bag where his toes hit the bag, those toes got bigger and thicker and stronger. They were like the head of the sledgehammer or the blade of an axe. Big and strong and hard. "Oh god, your toes are so big and thick. They have so much muscle. I can tell they are so strong, so hard, so powerful. You are a god, master. Every part of you is god-like. From your face to your toes you are a god. But please, I want to feel those pecs. I want to feel those huge bulging pecs. I beg you again, master. Please! Please!" I looked up at his face. His blue eyes were penetrating me. He put down his foot and stood over me with his muscles bulging and his cock rock hard.

"Okay, wimp. That's enough begging. You can feel 'em. Feel how big and hard and strong they are." He flexed his pecs and I jumped to my feet. I put my hands on his pecs and moaned as I felt their pumped up size and hardness as he flexed them for me. Danny was proud of his muscles and now he was showing them off to his skinny little slave. "Oh my god master, your pecs are so big! And they're so hard! I can feel the muscle fibers bulging under your skin. They feel like cords of steel. Strong steel. Steel that can push lots of iron." I moaned some more as I felt his bulging muscles. Then I put my face down and started licking his pecs. He didn't push me away. He let me lick him. I felt his abs with my hands and licked his pecs. I felt I had gone to muscle heaven, licking and feeling the muscles of my 12 year old muscle master. "Oh, oh," I moaned as I felt his strong muscles with my tongue and my fingers. I looked down and saw that Danny's cock was twitching. He was enjoying me worshipping his body. I could feel the fibers of his pecs with my tongue and I moved it all around the big balls of bulging muscle. Then I went down to his nipples. His nipples stuck out from his muscular pecs, forced out by the hard muscles underneath them. I put a nipple in my mouth and sucked it, running my tongue all around the nipple as I sucked. "Oh fuck," he said quietly. "That feels so good." I sucked his nipples as I ran my hands all over his abs and his butt and his lats. I was so aroused I couldn't believe it. I had never been that aroused in my whole life. I sucked both nipples as he groaned with pleasure.

Then I dropped down to my knees and started licking his abs, feeling every ridge and crevice of his eight pack washboard with my tongue. I moved my hands up to his pecs and nipples, massaging them and rolling his nipples through the fingers of my hands. He started groaning louder as I licked every ab and caressed his nipples. Then he pushed his hard cock into my chest and yelled, "Suck it!" I moved my head down to his crotch and breathed in the manly smell of his sweat. The pungent odor smelled so good to me, the sweat of a jock with an incredible body that had just lifted incredible weights. I opened my mouth and he jammed his cock inside. He started thrusting his hips, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth. I licked and sucked his big male weapon, a cock that was way bigger and thicker than mine even though he had not yet gone through puberty. Meanwhile, my cock was rock hard and twitching with excitement. He started thrusting faster and harder, forcing my head back with the power of his hips. I was feeling his thighs and calves and his firm round muscle butt with my hands. His muscles were so big, so hard, so ripped. Finally he yelled "Fucccccck!" and twisted his cock in my mouth as I licked and sucked. "Fucccck, fuccccck, fucccck!" he yelled as he came inside me. He didn't have any cum yet, but he really came hard. Instantly I moved my hand down to my cock and as soon as I touched it I came too, spurting gush after gush of cum onto the floor.

He kept his cock in my mouth for several minutes. It stayed hard and he moaned as he moved it around and I sucked and licked it. Finally he pushed me down to the floor on my back. He put his foot on my chest and flexed his biceps as he looked down at me like a conquering warrior. He had conquered me with his body, his cock and more than anything else his alpha male attitude.

 

Part 6

Danny kicked me in the ribs and yelled "Get up!" I quickly got to my feet and stood before him. "We're gonna fight," he said. "I'm gonna practice my MMA moves on you. And this time you better fight back. It's too easy to fight you. You gotta try harder." I looked at his body that was glistening with muscle. "But you're too strong for me, sir. Look at your muscles. They're so big, so hard, so strong. And you can do flips like a gymnast and smash your feet and fists into my body so hard. And if I manage to hit you, my fists just bounce off your hard muscles like they were made of steel. I'll try to fight you master, but I am so weak. You're gonna smash me." He grinned and sneered at the same time. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled and he smashed his fist into my gut.

Pain seared though my gut and I stumbled backwards, hobbled over. He did a front flip and smashed his foot into my ribs, knocking me sideways. I howled in pain. Then he rammed his knee into my chest. I was like a living punching bag for Danny's strong, lithe muscles. He kicked me again and I fell to the floor. For the next five minutes he pummeled me. He used a lot of MMA holds, holds that could have killed me if he applied enough pressure. But he applied just enough pressure to put me in abject pain without breaking my bones or ligaments. And he punched me hard. I would have bruises on my body for days. Finally when he was done thrashing me he sat on my chest and flexed his arms as I gazed in awe at his pumped up sweaty body. "Who's your master?" he yelled. "Who's your master?!!" "You are sir! You are!" He smiled and got up off my body and went to get a drink of water. He drank the water as I got up on my knees. "Can I have a drink, sir? I'm thirsty." He took another drink and then poured the rest of the water over his naked body, making it glisten even more. He looked like a marble statue.

Then he came over, pointed his cock at my face and started pissing. Warm piss shot out of his cock onto my face. I was stunned. "Drink my piss, wimp. Drink your master's piss!" I opened my mouth and he aimed his piss inside, filling my mouth and throat with the hot yellow liquid. "Drink!" he yelled. I swallowed and drank as much piss as I could, but he had so much of it and it was flowing so fast that a lot of it ran down my body. My face and my body were covered with his piss. Finally he finished and he slapped my face a couple of times with his cock, splashing the last drips of piss on my face. "Did you like your drink, slave? Did you like your master's piss?" I looked at his abs, his pecs and his blue eyes. "Yes, sir. It tasted good. Just thinking it was your piss made it taste real good." He sneered. "Fuck yeah. The piss of a stud! Now go get a towel and clean it up. You better clean it up real good. I don't want piss in my gym."

So I went into the bathroom and got two towels, a wet one and a dry one. I cleaned my body and then the mat. He watched me as I cleaned. "You'd make a good janitor," he said. "That's the kind of work you should do. I make a mess and you clean it up. That's all you're good for." I looked up at him and said, "Yes sir." When I finished, he said. "Put towels in the washing machine. Lets go to the kitchen. Make me a big protein shake. I want to drink a ton of protein. I want these muscles to grow fast!"

We went into the kitchen and I started making a big shake, using twice as much protein as for a normal shake. Danny was sitting down watching me work. "Ya know, you are so fucking weak. I'm surprised you can even lift that fucking can. You're too easy to fight. You're weaker than some of the kids at school and I beat them up all the time. If they don't do what I say, they know they're gonna get beat. That's just the way it is. I rule all those kids. But I don't pick on weaker kids just because they're weak - except for you. You're a big teenager and I could tell right away you wanted to feel my muscles smashing your body. But I'm not a bully. I only beat up the kids who dare to disobey me. And everybody obeys. The kids at school know I'm the alpha boy. Nobody fucks with me. But I wanna fight bigger kids. I wanna fight big muscle kids. I got muscle and I wanna fight muscle. I wanna fight the kid who sold you the weights. You said he was a young bodybuilder who weighed about 180 pounds. I wanna fight him. I wanna bust his ass." I looked at Danny. "He's not a kid, sir. He's probably about 18 years old. And he's got big muscles! His muscles are way bigger than yours." Danny banged his fist on the table. "Yeah, maybe he's got big muscles but my muscles are tougher. My muscles are harder and tougher. I know I can beat his ass."

I handed him the drink and he started gulping it down. "You tell him I wanna fight him. You get him over here. If you don't get him here, I'm gonna bust your ass so bad you'll wish you were dead. That's an order, slave. You get that big fucking dude in here so I can fuck him up." I trembled. "But maybe he won't want to fight you. When I tell him you're only 12, he might laugh and say he's not going to fight a 12 year old. He might not come." Danny smashed his fist into my arm. "Nobody laughs at me. I'm the one who does the laughing. I laugh at kids who are lying on the ground after I beat 'em up. And I'm gonna laugh at him,. You get him in here or you better start making a will." I rubbed my arm. "Yes, sir," I said quietly.

Danny finished his shake. "Time for bed," he said. "Tuck your little baby in, Mr. babysitter. You like these babies?" He flexed his arm and pushed his bicep into my face. Without thinking, I kissed it. He laughed. "Yeah, you like these babies. You like my muscles, muscles that can beat you to a pulp. But you still like 'em. You are such a weak little wimp. A weak little wimp that's a slave to my muscles." He got up and headed towards the bathroom. I followed, watching his butt muscles flex with each step. He was still naked and seeing his shoulders and his back and his butt as he walked got me hard again. He brushed his teeth and I stood at attention next to him, with my cock rock hard. "How many times are you gonna get off tonight?" he said. He knew what I was going to do after I got home. "Uh, a couple," I said as I put my hand on his shoulder and felt the muscles throb as he brushed his teeth. He let me do it. He had total control over me and he let me feel his muscles as my cock twitched with excitement. "Go ahead, slave. Shoot a load right here, watching my body in the mirror. I know you wanna do it. Watch my muscles. I'll even flex 'em for you. I'm such a nice sweet master before I go to bed. Go ahead and shoot, . wimp." He watched his body in the mirror as he flexed his muscles. I watched it too. Bulging shoulders, huge wing-like lats, big striated pecs, incredibly muscular arms and a washboard eight pack. My cock was twitching uncontrollably. I was feeling his shoulder and his arm as he flexed them. I couldn't take it any longer. I reached down and touched my cock and immediately came, spurting gush after gush of cum on the bathroom floor. Danny laughed. "I'd make you blow me but I gotta sleep. I need sleep to grow my muscles. You're gonna blow me lots of times, slave. And sometimes I'll let you jack off yourself. Like tonight. I am such a nice master." He smiled. Then he yelled, "Clean it up!" and he punched me in the shoulder. I got some kleenex and cleaned up my cum.

He went into his bedroom and put on some pajamas. At this moment he looked like a little kid, in his pajamas ready to be tucked in to his bed. He slipped in to his bed and said, "Tuck me in, babysitter. Tuck in your little baby." He looked at me with his deep blue eyes and had a little smirk on his face. I tucked in his sheets. Then he raised his arm, pulled up his pajama top sleeve and flexed his bicep. "Here's the little baby that's gonna rule your world, wimp. Kiss the baby goodnight." I looked at his bulging bicep. It was so big, so shredded, so hard. Muscle fibers and veins were everywhere. Yes, that muscle would rule my world. I bent down and kissed it, rubbing my lips on the hard fibers. That kiss felt so good. "Good night, wimp," he said and he put down his head. In less than two minutes he was asleep.

His mother came home an hour later. She went into the bedroom and looked at her sleeping son. "He looks like such an angel," she said. Then she looked at me. "Did he hurt you?" I looked at his beautiful face. My body was bruised and aching but I said, "Well, just a little. We had a good time. He's really strong. I bought him some new weights. He benched 180 pounds and he did some pullups with 50 pounds hanging from his waist. He's a very strong kid." She nodded. "Don't I know he's strong! He's always been strong. He's always been the strongest boy in his school and in all his martial arts classes. He's a very strong boy. And now I guess he's gonna get even stronger, what with those weights he has. He's hard to handle but I'm really proud of him. " She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. She kissed her alpha son.

 

Part 7

I went home and thought about how I was going to convince the young bodybuilder to fight Danny. It was not going to be an easy task. How do you convince a muscular young stud to take a couple of hours from his day and go fight a 12 year old? I didn't know. But I had to try. I really wanted to see my master again, to see his muscles, to feel his muscles. And I didn't want to have to check into the hospital afterwards after he beat the living shit out of me if I failed. Danny owned me. He knew it and I knew it. And I did whatever he wanted. He was the alpha and I was the omega.

After school the next day, I went to the gym equipment store hoping the young guy would be there. And he was. He was wearing a white wife beater, making his muscles look even better than they did before. He was reasonably good looking but he was not handsome. His face actually looked kind of plain, just like mine, and he had brown eyes. But he was 180 pounds of pure muscle. Maybe he was even heavier. Maybe he could beat up Danny, I thought to myself. But then I thought about how tough Danny was, what a good fighter he was and how strong and hard his muscles were. No, Danny could take this guy easily. Danny was my master. He could take anyone.

I walked up to the guy and he immediately recognized me. "Gonna return those big weights? Were they too big for your little friend?" I looked at him. "Uh, not really. He used them all for his bench press. He pressed 180 pounds. He's a really strong kid. He’s only 5’ 5” tall but he already weighs 130 pounds and he’s all muscle. He did pullups with 50 pounds on his waist. I haven’t measured his muscles, but they’re big and hard. He’s really strong.” The guy looked stunned. "Shit, benching 180. I can only do 250 for reps. My top is probably about 275." I held out my hand. "What's your name? My name's John." "Justin," he said as he shook my hand. His hand didn't seem as rough and calloused as Danny's. He probably used lifting gloves all the time. "So what brings you in here, John?" I decided to be direct. "My friend Danny wants to fight you. I'm too easy for him to beat up. He beats up all the kids at school who disobey him. He rules his fucking school. He's the alpha male. Now he wants to fight a big guy like you." Justin got a strange look on his face. "He beats up kids at his school? Is that right?" I nodded my head. "Yeah, if any kid doesn't do what he says the kid gets beaten up. And then Danny laughs at him when he's lying on the ground, probably crying. This kid's an alpha. He rules." Justin got a determined look on his face. "When I was little, I got bullied a lot by the bigger kids. That's why I started lifting weights. I wanted to get bigger and stronger so I wouldn't get bullied. Nobody bullies me now." He raised his arm and flexed his bicep. "They don't mess with this body." I admired his arm. "Well, Danny's a tough alpha kid but he claims he's not a bully. He says he doesn't pick on weaker kids just because they're weak. He just beats up the kids who disobey him. He's the alpha and all the kids know it." Justin kind of scoffed. "Sounds like a bully to me. He wants to fight me, huh? Well I'm gonna beat the shit outta him. He's gonna wish he never beat up a kid at all, even a kid who didn't obey his bully orders."

I was so glad Justin was going to fight Danny. I was fulfilling my master’s order. Then Justin looked at me. “So what’s your relationship with this 12 year old kid? How come you’re here getting me to fight him?” I looked down at the floor. I decided to be honest. “I do whatever he tells me to do. Danny’s an alpha kid. He’s an alpha kid to all the kids in his school and he’s an alpha kid to me. He’s strong, dominant and superior. I’m weak and way inferior to him. But even though he beats me up, I still like him. I want to be around him. He knows he’s an alpha. He’s my boss. He figured this out as soon as we met and soon I did too. I was his babysitter. He knew that he was superior to me and he soon showed me he was dominant and that I would submit to him. He loves to fight me, but now he says I’m too weak. He wants to fight a bigger, stronger guy like you. So he ordered me to get you to fight him. And I’m so glad you will. See these bruises? They’d be nothing compared to what I’d get if you didn’t come. He is a total alpha male, Justin.” I pulled up my shirt and showed Justin my big bruises on my chest and back. “Holy shit,” he said looking incredulously at my battered body. Battered at the hand of a 12 year old stud alpha.

I decided to find out more about Justin. "How much do you weigh, Justin?” He flexed his arm. “About 185. I’m five ten and I weigh 185. Solid muscle. It took me a long time to put on all this muscle. I gained about 15 pounds a year. I was a pretty slow gainer.” I didn’t tell him that Danny had gained 20 pounds of muscle in two months. “That’s a lot more muscle than I could ever put on. You look great.” He kind of blushed. “Thanks. You like muscle?” He looked so good. “Uh, yeah. I never had any muscle. I tried lifting and I couldn’t gain any. I’ve always admired kids with muscle.” Justin grinned. “Yeah, I was the same way. I was real skinny as a kid. And like I said I was bullied all the time. Then I started lifting weights when I was 14 and I started slowly putting on muscle. And then the bullying stopped. When you look like me, kids don’t even think about bullying.”

I nodded my head. “Have you done any fighting before? Danny’s a real good fighter. He’s been taking martial arts since he was five years old and now he’s into boxing and MMA too. I hope you can fight.” Justin kind of cringed. “The only time I fought was when I was getting beat up by the bullies. I tried to fight back, but I was too weak. And since I’ve gotten muscular I haven’t had to fight at all. So, no, I guess I don’t know how to fight.” I looked at his body. “You’re big and strong. If you used just your strength and mass, you might beat Danny. But he’s strong too and he’s such a good fighter that he might win. I think you should learn how to fight before you fight Danny.” Justin looked at his body. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Even though I’m muscular I could lose to a smaller guy. I’ve always wanted to learn how to fight, especially after getting beaten up so many times. So this would be a good time to do it.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, I’ll tell Danny that you’ll fight him, but that you need to learn how to fight first. I’ll tell him you’re afraid of him because he’s such a good fighter.” Justin glared at me. “I’m not afraid of that puny little 12 year old bully! I just want to learn how to fight. You’re the one who suggested it! I just don’t want to get pummeled by some little karate kid.” I grabbed his arm. “Okay, okay. Let’s plan on having the fight in two months. That should give you a lot of time to learn. But I’ve got to warn you. Danny’s got some new weights and he’s lifting real hard. I know he’s gonna get bigger and stronger.” Justin flexed his bicep. “Well, fuck. I gained 15 pounds a year. He can’t gain too much muscle in two months. Maybe five pounds. I’m already a lot bigger and stronger than him and I’ll know how to fight the little punk. You’re on John. A fight in two months.” He held out his hand and I shook it.

I called Danny’s house. His mother was still at work. After several rings Danny picked up the phone and said in a loud voice, “Hello!” I could hear that he was breathing hard. He was obviously in the middle of a workout. Another thing about his voice that I noticed is that is seemed deeper. His voice had always been low, but now it was even lower. “Hello, sir. Sorry to interrupt you in the middle of your workout.” Less than a second later he yelled, “Get your ass over here!” and he hung up. Again his voice sounded deeper.

I wasn’t expecting this, but I dropped everything I was going to do and drove over to my master’s house. He ordered me to get my scrawny little ass over there and I did. I got to his house as soon as I could and rang the doorbell. After a long pause the door jerked open and Danny was standing there. His body was bulging and sweat was dripping off his skin. “What took you so long?” he yelled and he punched me hard in the gut. “Uh, I got here as fast as I could. It was only 15 minutes.” He punched me again, this time in my shoulder. I stumbled backwards. “Don’t talk back to me, punk! Get your ass in here.”

I stumbled into the house and Danny strutted towards his gym. And of course I followed him. I was immediately hard as I watched his muscles flex as he walked. After we got inside the gym he turned around and flexed his leg. “Look at that fucker! Look how big my leg is. I’ve put so much muscle on my legs. And today is leg day. I wanna squat a shitload of weight but I need a spotter when it really gets heavy. Strip off your clothes, wimp. You’re gonna spot me.”

I stripped off my clothes and Danny grinned as he saw my rock hard cock. "Just can't get enough of my body, can you wimp? I bet you wish you could look at my body all the time, every day, every hour." He was actually telling the truth. I wished I could be around Danny all the time. "Yes, sir, " I said quietly. He pointed to the bar on the squat rack. "I've already been doin' some squats. I've been warming up. That's why my legs are all pumped. That's 160 pounds. Now I wanna go higher so you spot me. Stand behind me and hold the bar. Pull it up gently if you need to. You know how to do it. I already taught you. But you won't need to do anything until that weight gets really heavy. My legs are really strong." I looked at his dominant, handsome face and into his confident blue eyes. "Yes sir."

"Put on another 30 pounds," he ordered as he went over and got his water bottle and drank. I immediately did it and he sauntered back, flexing his thighs with each step. My eyes were glued on his legs. They were so big, so shredded, so muscular. He got under the 190 pound bar and lowered himself. Then pushed up and his big legs easily pushed up the iron. "Like a fuckin' feather!" he yelled as he got to the top. Then he went down and pushed up again. He cranked out 10 reps with the 190 and I didn't have to do a thing. "You have so much muscle in your legs," I said. I stood next to him and flexed my skinny little thigh. It looked like a little twig next to a big tree. He laughed. "And they're gonna get bigger," said Danny confidently. "Bigger and stronger." I moved my hand over to feel his leg but he batted it away. "More weight!" he yelled. Make it 230. We were now using almost all his weights. The four 25 pound plates I bought and then nearly all the tens and fives he had. "I'm gonna need more weight," he said and he watched me load the bar,. "I'm gonna need an Olympic bar with big plates. Some 45's, some 35's, some 25's and then some 10's and 5's. My quads and pecs have gotten so big and strong this little bar is way too light. Tomorrow you go out and get the weights slave." I gulped. "But that's real expensive," I said. He punched me hard in the shoulder. "You got money. I know you got money. You use your money to buy me the things I want. You're my slave. I'm your master. All your money is my money. So buy me the fucking weights!" He punched me hard in the chest and I fell to the ground. "Yes, sir," I said as I looked up at his massive thighs.

He got under the bar. "Spot me, wimp!" he yelled and I crawled up to a standing position and stood behind him. He squatted down, grunted and then stood up again. "Yeah!" he yelled. He squatted down again and stood up without any help from me. Then on his third rep he slowed down. "Press it!" I yelled. "Your legs are so big, strong, master. They're stronger than that iron. They want to push hard so they'll grow. They want to get huge. They want to smash that heavy iron so they get enormous! Push!" He grunted some more and pushed the bar up, without any help from me. Then he went down for another rep. This time he really struggled. "Push!" I yelled. "Push that iron. Push it, legs! Push!" He grunted and pushed as hard as he could but he needed help. I lifted up lightly and slowly he went to the top, grunting all the way. He crashed the bar into the rack and turned around to face me. He flexed his quads and I gazed at the enormous bulging muscles. "Oh yeah! You're a real good spotter, wimp. When you talk like that it really makes my muscles stronger. They seemed to get stronger when your told them how big and strong they were and how they were gonna smash that iron. You may be a fucking loser, but I like your spots. You're gonna spot me every day. You're gonna spot these big muscles every day. That's an order." At that he rubbed his huge thigh on my cock. I almost came. "Oh god," I said. I was in heaven. His thigh was so big and so muscular, with slabs of striated muscle covered with veins. And he was rubbing all that muscle on my cock. He kept rubbing and I couldn't hold it. My cock exploded. I came and splattered cum all over his body. I couldn't believe how good my cock felt with my master's thigh rubbing it.

He laughed and rubbed my cock one more time as the final cum oozed out. I couldn't believe he let me do this. "Clean up my body, wimp! I don't want your wimpy cum on my body. Pretty soon I'm gonna be cumming all over your body and I'm gonna make you lick it up. I bet you'll like licking up my cum.." I nodded my head and said, "Yes sir." He looked down at his thigh, which was still next to my semi-hard cock. "That thing's gonna be a monster," he said as he looked down at his thigh. "Not your cock. My thigh. Get a towel and clean up." So I got a towel from the bathroom and cleaned my cum off his body. I ran my fingers over his skin so I could feel his muscles too. And he didn't stop me. I was transfixed by his body as I cleaned it.

"So why did you call me?" he said. I jerked my head and tried to get back to normal. "I went to the gym store and I convinced the kid - his name is Justin - to fight you. But the only time Justin's fought anyone is when he got beat up by bullies when he was a kid. That's why he started lifting weights, so he would become bigger and the bullies wouldn't pick on him any more." Danny laughed. "Shit, I've never had that problem. I've been the one doing the beating. And now I'm gonna get even bigger so I can do more beating. Beating up that fucking wimp Justin. He may be a bodybuilder but he sounds like a wimp." I looked into my master's confident eyes. "He wants to wait two months so he can learn to fight. I told him you've been fighting since you were five years old. I think he's afraid of you. So he wants to learn how to fight."

Danny sneered and ran over to the mat and smashed his leg into the big bag. The huge thing went back several feet. "Fuck, he should be afraid of me! This leg is gonna smash his ribs!" He hit the bag again with incredible force. "And these fists! I'm gonna pulverize that wimp!" He smashed his fists into the bag. I'm glad he was hitting the bag and not my body. "I've been fighting seven years! Fuck, I'm gonna kill that guy. Oh, and look." He came over to me and pulled down his shorts. He opened his crotch. "See anything there, besides a huge cock?" I looked closely and saw a few dark pubic hairs coming out of his skin. "You've got some pubic hairs!" I gasped. "You're going through puberty! You're soon gonna be a man, master!" Danny grinned. "Yeah, and my voice is getting lower too. And my cock and balls are getting bigger. I'm a man, wimp. Now my muscles are gonna grow even faster than they did before. I'm gonna get taller and bigger. I've got lots of testosterone surging through my body. I read that in a muscle mag. Young guys going through puberty have tons of testosterone. And that builds big bones and huge muscles, especially on kids like me who are already jocks. I'm gonna work out like a wild man, you're gonna spot my extra heavy exercises, I'm gonna eat a ton of food and protein and I'm gonna get huge. Just think about what I'm gonna look like in two months. I'm gonna get so muscular! I'm gonna get so strong! And I'm a fighter. I'm gonna crush that big bodybuilder wimp!"

I pointed down at his pumped up thigh. "How big is that, master?" Danny shook his head. "I don't know. I've never measured my muscles. But wait a minute. I think my mom has a measuring tape in her sewing kit. I'm gonna get it." He ran out of the gym and into his mother's room. Then he returned holding up a sewing tape. "Now we'll find out," he said. He handed me the tape. "I weighed myself this morning and I'm up to 131 pounds. I gained a pound of muscle in a day. I'm really gaining fast. First measure my arm, wimp" he said. "It's not pumped like my legs." He flexed and I wrapped the tape around his big bicep and tricep muscles. "Thirteen and a half inches," I said. "Not bad for a 12 year old." I wrapped the tape around my own flexed bicep and it measured only 11 inches. "Fuck, your arm is huge compared to mine. I'm 16 and your arm is way bigger. And so strong." I placed my hand on his bicep but he brushed it way. "Now my chest," he ordered. He flexed his lats and pecs and I wrapped the tape around his huge torso. "Thirty-nine and a half inches. God your chest is so big. Here, measure my chest, master." He wrapped the tape around my chest as I tried to flex my pecs and lats, but there was no muscle there so nothing really happened. "Thirty three inches," he said. "God your chest is so small. Even though you're five inches taller than me your chest is six inches smaller.. No wonder you're so weak. Now do my waist." I wrapped the tape around my master's shredded waist. "Fuck, 25-1/2 inches! It's not even 26. God your waist is so small, but it is so muscular, so shredded." Danny ran his fingers up and down his washboard abs, feeling their hardness. "Yeah," he said. "Big chest and small waist. A fucking stud body." I wrapped the tape around my waist. It was 30 inches. My chest was only three inches bigger than my waist. Danny's chest was 14 inches bigger than his waist. "Okay, now my legs. They're all pumped so I know they'll be big." I looked at the bulging muscle as he flexed. His thighs were so big and so shredded with muscle fibers. Those huge monsters had just squatted with 230 pounds, a hundred pounds more than Danny weighed. "Twenty-two inches," I gasped. "Your quads are so huge!" I wrapped the tape around my thigh. "Only 17 inches." He laughed. "I'm an alpha kid. You're just a loser."

I kept staring at his thighs. I couldn't believe how much muscle he had. They were shredded and sweaty from pressing up the heavy weight. He saw me staring. "How'd you like to have those mothers wrapped around your skinny little chest, wimp? How'd you like the feel the power of those muscles when I ordered them to crush your bones like they were little sticks? Look at the size of my thigh muscles! Think about how strong they are!" At that, he spread his legs apart and grabbed my head. Then he pushed me head between his thighs. Suddenly my head was enveloped by Danny's hot, sweaty, very muscular thighs. It felt like my head was in a warm cocoon, a hot warm cocoon of solid muscle. He rubbed his muscles on my cheeks. He wasn't flexing yet and they felt so big and warm. "Ooooh, oooh, your muscles feel so good, master. You're muscles feel soooo good." Then he flexed. Suddenly the warm cocoon turned into rock. "Oh yeah? How's this feel, wimp? Now do you feel so good?" He started forcing his rock hard thighs into my head. It was like my head was an egg being squeezed by a big vise of muscle. "Oooooh!" I gurgled. "Your thighs are so strong! And they're so hard. They're like rock. Ohhh. They're crushing my head. Ohhh. They're so strong!" Danny laughed. "Fuck yeah they're strong! I got the strongest fucking legs! They could break your wimpy skull! If I ordered them to break your head, they'd do it. My muscles always do what I order. My muscles are so strong!" He cranked up the pressure. I started groaning. The pressure was so great my head was really hurting. It was like I had a huge headache. "Please, sir, that really hurts. Your muscles are so strong! Please don't break my skull, master. Please let me live. I want to serve you, master. I want to be your slave. Please don't crush my skull." Danny laughed and unflexed his muscles. Now my head was in the warm cocoon of muscle again. "Be a good slave or I'll crush you like a nut," he said as he opened his legs. I fell to the floor.

I got on my knees and looked up at his body. His abs were so shredded on his tiny 25-1/2 inch waist. They looked like a steel washboard. His pecs stood out on his chest, big mounds of muscle striated with veins everywhere. His lats flared out from his wide shoulders down to his narrow hips. His shoulders were so broad and full of muscle. And his arms hung like big pieces of meat from those broad shoulders. Thick, muscular arms full of fibers and veins. I moaned as I looked at his beautiful body. Suddenly he pulled down his shorts and kicked them off to the side with a flick of his big leg. His cock sprang up. It was rock hard. That thing was big, much bigger than my cock. And since he was only starting puberty I knew it would get much bigger. He looked down at me with his arrogant, confident blue eyes that said, "Yeah I'm a stud." He pushed his cock into my face and yelled "Suck it, wimp. Suck my big cock."

I jumped on this opportunity like a dog going for a big piece of meat. I opened my mouth and Danny rammed his big cock inside. I grabbed onto his calves, muscles that had grown big from his years of martial arts fighting and now from the weights too. Those muscles felt so big and hard in my little hands. He was so horny. He didn't waste a minute. He started ramming his cock in and out of my mouth, way down into my throat and back out again. I licked and sucked as hard as I could. He was moaning in pleasure as I serviced his big weapon. His moaning got louder and he started thrusting faster and faster. He was in total erotic bliss. Suddenly he yelled "Oh fucccccck!" and he started cumming in my mouth and throat as he continued to thrust his hips. Then I tasted something. Cum was surging out of his cock. I was tasting my master's cum. "Oh fuckkkk! Oh fuckkkk! Oh fuckkkk!" he yelled as he continued cumming. He continued cumming for several minutes with cum shooting and then dripping out of his cock. Finally he slowed down, leaving his cock in my mouth where I massaged it with my tongue and lips. "Oh god, that felt so good," he moaned. "That was the best I've ever had." For a moment I pulled back my mouth from his cock and said, "Master, you shot cum! You shot lots of cum! You're a man, master! You're a man!" Then I sucked his cock back in my mouth and fondled it for several more minutes with my tongue and lips. It never did get soft. My master was a man.

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