O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Big Brother, Little Brother

by John D.

Brian and Nate were brothers. Their father George was a schoolteacher and their mother Angela was a stay-at-home mom. I guess you could call them barely middle-class, since schoolteachers don't earn much money. Brian was two years and one and a half months older than Nate was. Our story begins as Brian turned 15 years old. Nate was still 12. Brian had always been his father's favorite, since he was really good in school and always brought home A's on his report card. He always did his homework. As the older brother, and the smarter one too, Brian was used to getting his way around the house. His father was always telling Nate things like, "Why don't you do your homework like Brian? Why don't you get A's like Brian?" Nate knew he couldn't compete with Brian in the brain department and he didn't even try.

Nate was a big disappointment to his father. He hated school and his grades were terrible. He never did any homework. He just played outside with his friends and then came in and listened to rap music or played computer games. He couldn't give a shit about school.

Brian actually looked like his father. Average height for a kid his age and kind of wimpy-looking. Pasty white skin, dark curly brown hair, brown eyes, nose too big for his face. Since he spent his time mostly indoors reading and studying, his body was soft and flabby. Nate looked more like his mother. A little taller than kids his age, steel blue eyes and light brown hair, cut really short, good-looking face. Brian and Nate really didn't look too much like brothers, but they were.

Because the family didn't have much money, Nate always had to wear Brian's hand-me-down clothes. Shirts, pants, underwear, everything. Nate hardly ever got to buy new clothes. The rule in the family was that when Brian had stopped wearing something for a month, it got handed down to Nate and it was his. Nate hated this situation, but there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes he would do things like rip off the sleeves, making a long sleeve shirt into a short sleeve shirt. But most of the time he would just wear the hand-me-downs. Because they were often a couple of sizes too big when Brian gave them up, they looked cool and baggy on Nate. He liked the baggy look. Sometimes the clothes looked better on Nate than they had looked on Brian. Nate had the kind of a look about him that made clothes look good.

When Brian turned 15, he acted just like all big brothers act towards their little brother. He bossed Nate around whenever he felt like it but otherwise he paid hardly any attention to the little kid. As the older brother, he had always ruled the house. He was taller and heavier than Nate, so he could physically overpower him if the little brat gave him any trouble. And their father always sided with Brian anyway, so there wasn't much Nate could do about the situation. He just accepted the fact that he was the little brother. He mainly kept away from Brian and did his own thing, which was just fine with Brian.

On Brian's 15th birthday, Angela cooked a special birthday dinner for the family and invited over her brother Joey as a guest. Joey was Angela's kid brother. At 28, he was 8 years younger than Angela. He was still single, but everyone knew he had fucked just about every pretty girl in town. Joey was a stud. He stood 6'2" tall and weighed 230 pounds of solid muscle. He looked a lot like Angela -- blue eyes, light brown hair, strong jaw. Joey was really good-looking, a ruggedly handsome jock. Joey had been a star athlete all his life. He never went to college and was now working in construction. He lifted weights every day at a local gym and was one of the strongest guys in the gym. He could bench press 450 for reps. Every time Joey came over, Brian and Nate just stared at his muscles. They couldn't believe how big and muscular he was. Being kids, neither of them could comprehend how strong he was. They just knew he was huge and a hell of a lot stronger than their dad. George never got along with Joey. To him, Joey was just a dumb jock while he, George, was an educated teacher. But deep inside George knew that Joey was everything George wasn't -- big, tall, strong, and aggressive. A real man. Joey liked to tease George about being a wimp, just like he teased all the wimps in his high school. George had to put up with Joey because he was his wife's brother.

George was at the head of the table and Joey was sitting next to him. Joey was wearing a polo shirt that could hardly contain his chest, shoulders and arms. Muscle was bulging out everywhere. He punched George in the shoulder and said, "Your bod is just as flabby as it was last time I was here, George. You should work out more and keep in shape like me. You gotta set a good example for your two sons here. You don't wanna have them grow up to be wimps, do ya?" Joey lifted his arm and flexed it right in George's face. The huge bicep peaked up high, forming a giant ball of rock-hard muscle. George turned red in the face and kind of gulped. Joey continued. "Now that Brian's 15, he should be packin' on some muscle. Shit, when I was 15, I could already bench 250 pounds. How much can you bench, Brian?"

"I never lifted any weights, Uncle Joey. I don't know," said Brian sheepishly.

"That's what I thought," said Joey. "Never lifted a weight in his life! Well, we gotta stop you from becoming a total wimp like your dad, here." Joey punched George in the shoulder again, this time really hard. George lurched backwards and winced in pain. This was Joey's way of reminding George who the real man was in the room.

"Well, I brought a birthday present for you, Brian. It's a set of weights. Use it every day and you'll put on muscle real fast. Pretty soon you'll start lookin' like this." Joey stood up and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He lifted up the shirt, exposing his washboard abs and the bottoms of his huge, bulging pecs and his flaring lats. The shirt was so tight around his huge chest that it stayed in place even when Joey let go. He raised his arms and hit a double biceps pose as he flexed his chest, lats and abs. His huge muscles bulged and rippled under his thin, tan skin. Brian and Nate looked at the rock-hard muscle in awe. Brian just stared at Joey's muscles. Nate stared too, but then he flexed his own arm without anyone seeing and felt his little bicep. He wished Joey had given him the weights instead of Brian, but he figured Joey thought he was too young at age 12 to start lifting. Maybe in a couple of years, Nate thought, resigned again to his position in life of the little brother.

"I'll bring in the weights after dinner, Brian. They're out in my truck. Right now I'm as hungry as a horse. Angela, you know how much I like your cookin'. I hope you made enough!" Angela nodded at her muscular brother. She knew how much he ate to feed those big muscles. She liked it when he gobbled down her food. "Yeah, Joey, I made lots," she said. "So dig in!" Without waiting for anyone else, Joey stabbed three big pieces of beef with his fork and put them on his plate. Then he loaded up with potatoes and vegetables and started wolfing down the food with swigs of milk.

"Delicious!" he said between bites with his mouth full. Joey finished his whole plate of food before George had eaten even a few bites off his plate. Brian rolled his eyes along with his father as he watched his uncle eat like an efficient machine. Nate put a little extra food on his plate and ate it as fast as he could without drawing attention to himself. He finished way before his brother and smiled to himself. Joey helped himself to two more huge plates of food and gobbled them down just as fast as the first one. He finished his three big plates at the same time George finished his one little one. At that meal, Joey ate way more food than the whole family. Joey always did that.

After dinner, Joey went out to his pickup truck and brought in the weights. There was a barbell and two dumbbells with about 100 pounds of plates -- 10's, 5's and 2-1/2's. Joey explained that this was just a beginner set. As soon as Brian packed on some muscle and the weights became too light, Joey would buy him some bigger weights, maybe even a bench for bench presses. The 100 pounds of plates were all in a box. Joey picked it up like it was a feather and carried it up to Brian's room. Brian and Nate carried up the barbell and dumbbells. Joey ripped off his shirt and showed Brian how to lift the weights, going through each exercise of the beginner's routine. Even with the tiny weight he was lifting, Joey's delts bulged under his skin as he pumped out 20 reps of military presses with two 10-pound plates on the bar. When he did curls, his biceps looked incredible as they pumped up and down, going from shredded cords of muscle when they were fully extended to a huge ball of rock when they were contracted. With each rep, the muscle got bigger and bigger. The striated muscle and veins looked liked they wanted to burst out from his skin. Nate ran over and wrapped his hands around Joey's huge arms as they pumped and flexed. Joey looked at Nate and smiled. "Your time will come, little guy," said Joey.

After Joey demonstrated all the exercises, he handed Brian a magazine with the beginner's workout routine in it. "I gotta go," said Joey. "Good luck with the weights, Brian. Next time I come here I hope I see some muscle on that body." Joey flexed for the boys. Brian kept his distance but Nate came rushing up again and felt Joey's huge muscles.

Joey said goodbye to Angela and George. George's shoulder was still sore from Joey's punch. Big dumb jock just gets his way all the time, thought George. Even pushing weights on our son. George didn't think Brian really wanted a set of weights for his 15th birthday. He thought Brian would have preferred a couple of books, but he sure wasn't going to tell Joey that. Joey did what he wanted and there wasn't anything George could do about it.

After Joey left, Nate came running into Brian's room. "Let's start liftin'!" he said breathlessly. He went over to the weights on the floor and started to pick up the barbell. Brian quickly grabbed his arm and jerked it away. "Hands off, punk. These weights are mine. You can't use 'em unless I say so, and I'm not gonna let you use 'em 'cause you're too young and might hurt yourself. Weights like these are for big kids like me. Joey gave 'em to me, not to you. So fuck off and get outta here." Nate looked dejected. "Can't I watch you work out, then?" he asked. "I've got homework to do," said Brian. "No time to lift tonight. I'll try it tomorrow, and I don't need you around to watch." At that, Brian pushed Nate out of his room and moved the weights over to the side. Then he went to his desk and started on his homework. Nate went to his room and listened to rap music.

The next day Brian came home from school and decided to try lifting the weights. He methodically went through the beginner's routine in the magazine. He was a lot weaker than he thought he would be, barely able to press the bar for 10 reps with a five-pound plate on each side. The bar weighed 20 pounds, so he was pressing only 30 pounds. He could only curl the bar itself for 10 reps. He went through the beginner's routine, doing 10 reps of each exercise, kind of going through the motions. Then he took off his shirt and looked at his body in the mirror. Nothing but pasty white flab. The workout didn't do a thing for him. He really didn't like lifting the weights. It was hard work and his body really felt tired at the end of the workout, even though he didn't break a sweat. But he didn't want to disappoint his Uncle Joey, so he resolved to stay with it for awhile. He never let Nate see him lifting. He always had his door closed.

Well, Brian kept up the lifting for another two weeks. Then he stopped. He wasn't getting any stronger, still lifting the same amount of weight for the same amount of reps. He decided that lifting weights was boring. Just a lot of work for nothing. Not as interesting as reading a book or doing a fun math puzzle. He was just going to have to tell Uncle Joey that the weights weren't his thing. So he put the weights in his closet and went on with life as usual.

Exactly a month after Brian stopped lifting, he was reading in his room after school when he heard a loud crashing sound down the hall. He got up to see what was happening. The sound seemed to have come from Nate's room, which had the door closed. Brian walked down the hall, opened the door and said, "What was that noise, punk?" Before he could get out the last word, his jaw dropped open. Nate was standing there in just his shorts. Brian's eyes grew wide with shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Nate had muscles! Nate had muscles that were bulging all over his body. Muscles that had literally sprouted up from nowhere in a month. His muscles were pumped and rippling from the hard workout he had just finished. His skin was glistening with sweat. On the floor below Nate was Brian's barbell, loaded with 25 pounds of plates on each side. Brian looked up again at Nate's body. He hadn't seen his brother's body in over a month and he couldn't believe what he saw. Muscles were bulging in Nate's shoulders, chest, back and arms. And they weren't little muscles. They were big muscles, muscles that looked a lot bigger than Brian's.

Nate had shed all of his baby fat -- he really didn't have much even as a young kid -- so all those muscles were showing in bold relief under his thin skin. His shoulders seemed a lot wider than just a month before, with thick caps of deltoid muscle composed of hard fibers that twitched at every little move of Nate's arms. His arms were big and muscular. Hanging at his sides his upper arms looked so big and strong to Brian, with his triceps flexing into three heads of muscle every time Nate straightened his arm and his biceps looking like steel cords, ready to flex into a solid ball of rock at Nate's command. His forearms looked like writhing snakes. His pecs bulged out from his chest, with striations of muscle flexing under his thin skin without Nate even trying. His lats flared from his wide shoulders down to his narrow hips. They looked thick and strong. Nate's abs were a corrugated washboard of muscle, a true 8-pack that looked as hard as steel. His thighs and calves were big and muscular too. Brian could see slabs of muscle flexing in those big thighs. Nate's calves bulged with every movement of his legs and looked like they were cut with a knife. His butt was round and firm and was obviously made of solid muscle. Brian couldn't believe the physical transformation that had come over his little brother in a month. Nate looked like a perfect specimen of muscular youth. Brian just stood there, totally stunned by what he was seeing. "What the fuck..." he finally said, still in shock.

"The barbell slipped outta my hands," said Nate. "I was doin' my last set of curls with the heaviest weight I've ever done and the fucker just slipped out of my hands and crashed on the floor."

Brian looked at Nate's new muscles and then he looked at the weights on the floor. "Hey, you've been using my weights," he said. "I didn't say you could use my weights, punk. I'm gonna take 'em back right now." Brian reached down to pick up a dumbbell on the floor but before he touched it Nate grabbed his older brother's wrist and held it tight. Brian tried to pull his arm away but Nate was so strong his hand didn't move. Nate was crushing Brian's wrist so hard it really hurt.

"These are my weights now, big bro," said Nate, looking Brian right in the eyes with a look of pure superiority. "I've been using 'em for a whole month and you didn't even know it. I took 'em out of your closet the day after you stopped your pathetic workouts. You didn't even know they were gone. Jesus, you just did one set per exercise with a puny little weight for two weeks and then you gave up. I knew you'd give up 'cause you're a wimp. A nerdy, brainiac wimp. So as soon as you stopped I took your weights and I've had 'em for a month, which means you haven't been usin' 'em for a month, which means they're a hand-me-down, which means they're mine. They're mine now Brian, just like all this other shit in my room that used to be yours. For once I got a hand-me-down that I like. Guess what, Brian. I've put on 25 pounds in the month I've been liftin', and it's all solid muscle. I've gone from 100 to 125. How much do you weigh, Brian?"

"About 130, I guess," said Brian, still stunned at the sight of his little brother's bulging muscles. Nate grabbed Brian's waist and pinched his skin. There was about a half an inch of fat under his skin that Nate was squeezing hard with his strong fingers. Brian's whole body was covered with a layer of fat. In a sense he was a skinny wimp, but his body was still covered with fat. Brian winced in pain. "One hundred thirty pounds of total flab and fat," said Nate with a contemptuous tone to his voice. "You got at least 30 pounds of fat on that fuckin' wimp body of yours. That's fucking disgusting. Nothing but flab and fat. You're fucking pathetic, ya know that Brian? Shit, I've only been workin' out a month and I've already got tons more muscle than you got." Nate pinched his own skin covering his abs. The pinched skin was as thin as two pieces of paper. Nate's skin covered his hard, corrugated abs like cellophane, revealing every fiber and vein. "And look at that, bro. Not an ounce of fuckin' fat on my whole body. Nothing but muscle. One hundred twenty-five pounds of fuckin' strong muscle. At the rate I've been putting on the muscle, I'm gonna blast by your weight in the next week! And I'm still gonna be solid muscle, just like I am now. And you're still gonna be a flabby wimp." Nate raised his arms and hit a double biceps pose. Brian couldn't believe how big and muscular Nate's arms had gotten in just a month. His biceps were solid balls of muscle, about the size of a small orange. Their peak was incredible. Brian could see the fibers of the hard bicep muscle tensing under his thin skin. Blue veins crisscrossed between the skin and muscle. "Holy shit," said Brian softly. "You got that right wimp-boy," said Nate. "Feel that muscle. Feel that fuckin' hard muscle that's been growin' bigger and bigger and gettin' stronger and stronger every day."

Brian wrapped his fingers around Nate's right bicep and squeezed. He couldn't make the slightest dent in the bulging muscle. It felt like warm marble. It was as hard as rock. He had never felt muscle that hard before except on his Uncle Joey. And Nate's muscle was just as hard as Uncle Joey's. "Pretty hard, huh," said Nate. "My muscles got hard real fast after I started lifting. It only took 'em a couple of days to get real hard and now they're stayin' hard and just gettin' bigger and bigger. Fuck, I gained seven pounds in the first week. That's a pound of muscle each day, Brian. Think of it. Twenty-five pounds of rock-hard muscle in a month. It takes a lot of food to build muscle that fast. Mom's been giving me lots of extra food 'cause I'm hungry all the time. You didn't even notice that I always eat twice as much as you do for dinner. I eat the food so fast I can eat twice as much as you do and still finish before you. And I eat a shitload of food all day. After you go to school mom cooks me a huge breakfast. Then I have a protein drink in the morning, a huge lunch at school, another protein drink right after school before my workout, a huge dinner, and another protein drink before I go to bed.

Mom thinks I'm eating about 4 times as much food as you do. Mom's really into my lifting. She thinks its cool I'm putting on so much muscle. She says I look just like Joey did when he was a kid. She's helped me keep my lifting a secret for this whole month so you wouldn't come and try to take your weights back. I've been wearing big shirts all the time so you and dad never had clue. Now that the month is up, I don't have to hide my workouts or my muscles any more. I can walk around without a shirt on any time I want." Nate stood in front of Brian and let his big brother take in the full enormity of what he was seeing -- a muscular, sweaty 12-year-old stud, just radiating with health and strength. Although Nate was 5 pounds lighter than Brian, his 125 pounds of pure muscle looked huge on his body, which was three inches shorter than Brian's.

"Oh yeah, one more thing. I dropped the barbell on purpose. I wanted you to hear the crash. I wanted you to come in here and see what I've been doin' to my body while you've been a fuckin' couch potato sitting in your room reading and doing fucking homework. These weights have changed me from an ordinary kid to a stud with muscles. Now these weights are mine and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it, punk."

Brian's face got red with rage. His little brother had just called him a punk. And the kid was taunting him, saying there wasn't a fucking thing he could do to get his weights back. This was too much for the older brother. Instinctively, he lunged at Nate, pushing him to the floor. Brian got on top of Nate and pinned his arms to the floor, just as he had done hundreds of times in his life. To his surprise, Nate just smiled. Then he felt Nate's arms rising up, forcing Brian's whole body up until Nate's arms were fully extended. "Piece of cake," said Nate, almost surprised at his own strength. After holding Brian above his body for a few seconds, Nate let go and let Brian fall on top of him. Then he wrapped his arms around Brian's chest and started squeezing. It looked like the younger brother was hugging his older brother as they lay of the floor. But this was not a brotherly love hug. This was a bear hug. An incredibly powerful bear hug.

The muscles of Nate's back, shoulders and arms bulged under his skin as they applied an incredible force to Brian's wimpy chest. Brian couldn't breathe. He couldn't believe how strong his younger brother had gotten in just a month. He tried to squirm free, but Nate held on like an iron vise, squeezing harder and harder. Nate's body was still sweaty from his workout, and now new trickles of sweat formed on his skin as the pumped, hot muscles worked underneath. Brian could feel the hardness of Nate's pecs as his flat little chest was forced into the solid, bulging muscles of Nate's chest. He could also feel Nate's big, rock hard biceps as they pushed themselves harder and harder into the sides of his torso. Nate's strength was completely overpowering Brian. The strength of the younger brother who had been working out and eating like a wild man for the last month was now totally dominating the feeble body of the couch potato older brother. Brian turned beet red and gasped for air but it was impossible for him to breathe. Nate looked over and saw his delts and arms bulging with rock-hard muscle as they crushed the life out of his big brother. He loved the way his muscles looked when they were flexing, applying tremendous force to whatever they were attacking. He also like the way his body felt when his muscles were working hard. He felt strong. He felt confident. He felt superior. He felt a rush of power surge through his body. He felt like a stud. Adrenaline and testosterone coursed through his veins, making his muscles even stronger. He grunted like an animal and pulled on his arms even harder. His arms dug deeper into Brian's back and Brian's chicken chest was crushed even harder against Nate's sweaty body. Brian gurgled, trying to cry out in pain.

Finally Brian managed to mumble "I give" in a very weak voice. Nate smiled and gave him a final bone-crushing squeeze just for fun. Brian moaned in pain and looked like he was almost going to pass out. Then Nate let go and let Brian collapse on his sweaty body. Brian could feel Nate's pecs bulge as his bony chest rested on top of Nate's strong torso. Nate flexed his pecs a couple of times and Brian's body rose up with each flex, pushed upwards by the big flexing muscles of Nate's hard pecs.

Then Nate spun around, threw Brian on his back, and sat down on top of his older brother's stomach. Brian looked up at the kid, not yet 13 years old, who had just thrashed him. Brian could now see a resemblance between Nate and Joey. They both had steel blue eyes, light brown hair, strong jaws and very good looks. And now Nate was getting muscles just like Joey had. Suddenly it dawned on Brian -- he wasn't going to be the big brother anymore. Oh yeah, he'd still be older, but this muscular kid sitting on top of him was going to be the big brother. Shit, Nate was already twice as strong as Brian. Brian still weighed five pounds more, but Nate was solid muscle. Nate had already taken over as the big brother.

Brian's eyes were open wide as he looked up at his muscular younger brother. Nate sat on Brian's stomach and flexed his pecs and then his abs. Brian just couldn't believe how hard the muscle looked as it rippled underneath Nate's paper-thin skin. "Feel my abs, Brian," said Nate. "Feel how hard they are." Brian reached up and ran his fingers over the corrugated washboard of muscle. He pressed in his fingers as hard as he could, but he couldn't make the slightest dent in the muscle. It felt like brick. Brian ran his fingers over all eight of Nate's muscle-brick abs, feeling the crevices and bulges of the shredded muscle. "I do six sets of 100 situps, Brian," said Nate. "These babies have gotten real strong and real hard." Nate looked down at his washboard of muscle and ran his own hands over the hard ridges, smiling proudly. "Punch my abs, Brian," said Nate. "Punch 'em as hard as you can." Brian was not going to forgo this opportunity to punch his arrogant little brother, so he made his right hand into a fist, pulled back his arm as far as he could and punched his fist into Nate's abs. There was a loud smacking sound as Brian's fist hit the brick wall of muscle. Brian pulled back his arm and grabbed his hand, which was now throbbing in pain. Nate laughed and rubbed his fingers over his rock-hard abs. "Jesus, dweeb, I didn't even feel that. I can't believe you're so weak. Try it again with your other hand. And this time make it harder. My abs wanna take a real hard punch." Brian looked at his injured right hand and said "Uh, no, I don't think so." Nate's face turned mean. He reached over with his right hand and wrapped his fingers around Brian's left upper arm. Then he started squeezing his fingers, digging them into the flabby flesh of Brian's bicep. Brian tried to flex his bicep to resist, but his weak little bicep was no match for Nate's overpowering strength. Nate's fingers were way too strong for the flabby muscles of his weakling brother. They dug further and further into the squishy flesh. Nate's forearm flexed and bulged as the big muscles gave enormous power to his fingers, which had grown thick and strong as his muscles got bigger.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" yelled Brian. Pain was throbbing through his upper arm. Nate smiled with a look of total superiority. He liked being the dominant brother. Far from heeding his brother's plea for mercy, he wiggled his fingers and dug them deeper toward Brian's bone, causing incredible pain to shoot through his arm like lightening bolts. "Oh, are little brother's muscles too strong for big brother's flabby little body?" he said mockingly. "Well, you better do what I tell you from now on and maybe you won't get hurt. You understand, big bro? You understand who's the boss around here now?" Brian's face was contorted with pain. He looked up at Nate and nodded his head in agreement. "Good, that's better," said Nate as he released his iron grip. "Now punch me in the abs. And make it hard." Brian's left arm was so sore from Nate's squeeze that he could hardly move it, but he couldn't disobey his brother's orders. So he made his left hand into a fist and punched Nate's abs as hard as he possibly could. His fist bounced off the wall of muscle just like the first time. Nate laughed. "Fuck, what a weakling," he said.

Then Nate ran his fingers over the soft flesh of Brian's gut. Brian could only do two situps and his abs were non-existent. Nate easily poked his fingers deep into Brian's gut, laughing the whole time. "Jesus, Brian, your abs feel like Jello," said Nate. "They feel like fuckin' mush!" Nate made his right hand into a fist and held it over Brian's soft gut. Brian's face immediately took on a look of total fear. "No, no, no!" he cried out. Nate smiled and pulled back his muscular right arm, getting ready to punch. His thick delt, pec and tricep muscles quivered under his skin as they prepared to power his fist into the soft flesh of his helpless brother. "Little brother's hard fist is getting ready to smash into big brother's soft gut," he said. "Little brother's got big muscles now, and those big muscles are gonna punch his hard fist into big brother's soft gut like a fuckin' battering ram. These muscles are so strong they're gonna drive this fist right into big brother's fuckin' backbone." He moved his arm up and down a few times, letting Brian see his big, rippling muscles flexing, getting ready to deliver an enormous force to his arm and fist. Brian's eyes grew wide with fear.

"No, no," Brian cried, but Nate just laughed. He was enjoying torturing his big brother. After a few more moments of torture, he pulled his arm way back and suddenly smashed his fist down. Instinctively Brian closed his eyes. He thought he was dead. "Smassshhhhhhhh!" There was a loud smashing sound, but incredibly Brian didn't feel anything at all. He looked over to the side and saw one of Nate's plastic CD boxes smashed into hundreds of pieces. The power of Nate's punch had smashed the box to smithereens. Nate looked proudly at his fist, the fist that had just dealt a devastating blow to the box. Then he looked at Brian, who was beet red and still had fear written all over his face. Nate laughed. "Had you goin' there, didn't I bro? Well, you better be a good little boy or this fist just might have to smash your soft little gut the way it smashed that CD box. Now I need a new CD box. You can give me one of yours." Brian looked over at the smashed plastic and then at Nate's fist and muscular arm, which he casually flexed. A sudden chill went up his spine. "Uh, OK," he said meekly. Nate was in total control of his brother.

Nate stood up and grabbed his brother by the shoulders, jerking him to his feet. "Pick up the barbell, wimp," ordered Nate. "If you ever touch these weights again without my permission, I'm gonna smash you into a bloody pulp. But now I want you to pick up the barbell." Brian looked down at the barbell and realized it weighed 70 pounds. Brian had never put more than five pounds on each side of the bar -- 30 pounds total -- so he had no idea if he could even lift the weight off the floor. He bent down, grabbed the bar, and slowly lifted it off the floor. It seemed like it weighed a ton. He could barely straighten his back. He strained with all his might and finally was able to straighten his back, lifting the bar about two feet off the floor. "Lift it higher," ordered Nate. Brian struggled as hard as he could but his arms were just too weak to lift the 70-pound barbell any higher. After a few seconds, he gave up and started lowering the bar to the floor. The weight was so heavy for Brian that he couldn't stop its fall and it came crashing down. Nate laughed. "Shit, you're such a fucking weakling," said Nate. "Watch this."

Nate walked up to the bar, bumping Brian out of the way with his muscular shoulders. He picked up the bar like it was a broomstick. Then he easily lifted it up to his shoulders and proceeded to press it overhead.. "This it nothing," said Nate as he held the bar easily overhead. "This is the weight I was usin' a couple of weeks ago for presses. Now I can do 10 reps with 95 pounds. Next week I'll be able to use 100 pounds. These delts just keep getting' bigger and stronger." Brian watched in awe as his 12-year-old brother pumped the big weight up and down easily. Nate's delts bulged in his shoulders as they conquered the heavy iron. As Brian watched his brother pump the heavy weight, he got a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach.. He felt so weak and inferior as he watched the big muscles of his little brother flex and bulge with every rep. Those muscles looked so awesome to Brian. So big, so strong, so powerful, so ripped, so shredded, so beautiful. Brian's cock started getting hard under his pants as his eyes feasted on his younger brother's buff body. Brian just stood there staring at his brother, mesmerized by the awesome power and beauty of his muscles. Finally after 15 easy reps, Nate put down the bar and flexed his delts right in front of Brian's face. The big muscles looked like striated cannonballs on top of his wide shoulders. The fibers of the muscle twitched and flexed at his every move. He smiled as Brian looked at the bulging muscle in awe. "I figure I'm three times stronger than you, Brian, you little nerd. You never pressed more than 30 pounds the whole fuckin' time you were workin' out. And now I can do 95 pounds easy. Jesus, what a weakling. How's it feel to have a little brother who's three times stronger than you are and he's only been liftin' a month. I bet it feels pretty bad, doesn't it Brian. I bet you think it's not fair for me to be so muscular and strong when you're so flabby and weak. Well, tough shit, Brian. That's life. You're weak and I'm strong. I got muscle and you don't. And I'm gonna get so much bigger and stronger I'll be able to crush your pathetic little body with my little finger. You're a wimp and I'm a stud and you just better get used to it." Brian stood there just stunned, staring at Nate's muscles. His cock got rock hard as he listed to his brother brag about how muscular and strong he was and how much bigger and stronger he was going to get.

Then Nate bent down and picked up the barbell again, this time in curl position. He curled the 70 pounds of iron up and down 10 times. With every rep, his biceps pumped up bigger and bigger as his strong, athletic heart pumped gallons and gallons of blood into the working muscle. Brian couldn't believe how the muscle grew bigger and bigger in Nate's arm as he cranked out rep after rep. Brian had never seen a pump before. Brian's muscles never got pumped, so he had never personally experienced it. And he never before had seen a real muscleman work out hard and pump up his muscles, so as he watched Nate's biceps bulge and grow with each rep, he was totally amazed. After about 7 reps, the fibers of Nate's pumped biceps seemed to almost burst out of his skin. His skin was red from all the blood surging through the muscle. Veins crisscrossed everywhere, transporting the surging blood. Brian's cock was harder than it had ever been in his life as he watched his brother's big biceps pump up to incredible size and hardness. Instinctively, he reached over and put his fingers on Nate's right bicep as he pumped out the last few reps. Nate's skin was hot, and the muscle working underneath was incredibly big and hard.

Brian gasped as he took in the enormity of his brother's muscularity and strength. He could feel the big muscle flex and extend as Nate slowly curled and lowered his arms for reps 8, 9 and 10. Even extended, the fibers of muscle in Nate's bicep felt like steel cords. As he curled his arms up, those big steel cords contracted into a huge ball of solid muscle that felt like warm marble-solid rock. Brian squeezed the working muscle and couldn't make the slightest dent, as the big, hard muscles obeyed the orders of their young master to use their brute force to power the 70-pound barbell up and down. A chill went up Brian's spine as he felt the incredible size and hardness of his younger brother's bulging bicep. When Nate finished his 10th rep, he put the barbell down and flexed his biceps in front of Brian. Brian immediately grabbed the muscles, almost wanting to worship their size, strength and hardness.. "That's the exercise I was doin' when I dropped the weight to get you in here," said Nate. "I'm up to 70 pounds for reps, as you can see. My biceps have really been growin', getting' bigger and stronger every day. Pretty fuckin' big and strong, aren't they Brian? Feel those fuckers, you little wimp." Brian ran his fingers all over Nate's flexed upper arms. Not only were his biceps big and hard, but his triceps were too. They bulged out on the back and lower part of his arms. Nate looked over at Brian's pipe-stem arm. "Fuck, my biceps are already three times stronger than your little pieces of flab. You're just such a weakling, Brian. You deserve to get fucked up by my big muscles. I can do it any time I feel like it, Brian and there's not a fuckin' thing you can do about it." At that, he reached over with his right hand and squeezed Brian's little bicep. "Fuck, you just ain't got nothin' there, do you wimp-boy. I bet my forearm's twice as strong as your pathetic little bicep. Nate dug his strong fingers into Brian's flabby flesh. His forearm writhed with muscle and veins. Nate's thick fingers easily busted through Brian's flabby bicep, just like they had done before. Nate smiled as Brian grimaced in pain. But Brian's eyes and hands were still locked on Nate's throbbing, pumped arms. Brian was willing to endure the pain if he could keep feeling Nate's buff muscles. "You're a total stud, Nate," he finally said in total submission as he squeezed as hard as he could on Nate's rock-like masses of muscle. Nate smiled and let go of Brian's arm.

"I love workin' out", said Nate, as Brian rubbed his sore arm and continued to stare at Nate's body. "Ya know, when I started liftin', I did just one set per exercise like you did. But my muscles got bigger and stronger so fast I went to three sets after a week. Then I went to six sets after three weeks. All the big studs in the magazine do six sets per exercise, so I wanted to do it too. I'm doin' six sets of all those fuckin' exercises with super-heavy weights. Now I train different muscles on different days so they have time to grow. My workouts last about two hours. At the end of the workout, my muscles are just burnin' up. They're pumped as hell and it's like they just wanna bust outta my skin. I'm sweatin' like a pig. My whole body's in pain. But at the same time, I feel great. The harder I work out, the better I feel. I feel like a fuckin' bull. I get this rush in my body that makes me feel like a fuckin' stud. Its like a surge of power that makes me feel like I'm invincible, like I can do anything I fuckin' want. Did you ever feel that way after a workout, Brian?" Brian thought about his boring one set workouts where he didn't even work up a sweat. "Uh, no, I guess not." Nate looked at Brian's pathetic, flabby body and laughed. "Yeah, I didn't think you did. You didn't work out hard enough to get a pump. You're such a pathetic weakling you're never gonna feel that rush. You only feel that rush if you got muscles like me and work that muscle so fuckin' hard it wants to bust out of your body. Its a fantastic feeling, Brian. You feel like Superman. But you're never gonna feel that rush, Brian. You're a fucking wimp loser." Brian's hard cock twitched under his pants as he listened to his stud little brother describe the joys of having muscles and getting a pump, joys that Brian would never experience.

"Well, I gotta get ready for dinner," said Nate. "I'm really hungry. Gotta feed these muscles. So get outta here." Without hesitation, Nate grabbed Brian and shoved him out the door, slamming it behind him. Brian went to his room, took off his pants and shorts and lay on his bed thinking about the incredible experience he had just had. It took him only 30 seconds to blast a load of cum three feet in the air.

Brian sat down at the dinner table with his mom and dad. The family always ate at 6:00 sharp and as usual, Nate was late. He was still upstairs in his room, probably listening to rap music or something his father thought. George got up, walked over to the stairs and called up. "Nate, get down here. The food's getting cold." He sat back down and looked over to the stairs as Nate came down and walked towards the table. George's jaw dropped open in shock. Then he said "Holy shit," under his breath, as his younger son approached. Nate was wearing one of Brian's old hand-me-down tee shirts, except that Nate had cut off the arms so you could see all of his bulging shoulder and arm muscles. His delts were thick and striated, big round melons of muscle with fibers that twitched with every movement of his arms. His arms were big and muscular. His even relaxed, his big triceps filled out the sides and backs of his arms. His biceps were rippling under his thin skin. Brian could see a big vein running up the outer part of the bicep on each of his arms from his elbow to his delts. His pecs bulged out from his chest and his lats flared out from the sides. Nate had cut off the bottom part of the shirt, way above his belly button, so you could see the bottom four of his rippling 8-pack abs. Those abs looked like corrugated steel. The shirt, which fit him just fine a month ago -- maybe it was even a little big -- was now way too small. The cotton fibers strained as they tried to contain Nate's bulging pecs and lats. He was wearing a pair of Brian's hand-me-down shorts. His shredded waist was several inches smaller than Brian's flabby waist, so the shorts hung low on his hips. The low hanging shorts exposed the tops of the globes of hard muscle forming his firm, round bubble butt. His ass crack looked firm and tight. His obliques slashed down from his narrow hips towards his crotch, which was almost exposed by his low-hanging shorts. His shorts were so low that Brian thought he would have seen pubic hairs if Nate were a little older. Nate's voice was starting to change and Brian suspected he was entering puberty already. That would certainly help explain some of the fantastic muscle growth Nate had gotten in the last month.

The muscles in Nate's thighs almost filled out the leg holes in the shorts. Big slabs of quad muscle bulged out right above his knees and then disappeared under the shorts. His quads had really gotten big from the heavy squats he was doing. He was working them and his calves just as hard as he was working his upper body and it showed. His calves bulged out like cut diamonds. Every time he took a step, his quads and calves flexed and bulged under his paper-thin skin. Brian's cock got hard as he looked at his brother's handsome face and incredibly muscular body. Nate looked like a young fitness model. Blue eyes, incredibly good looking face and a buff body that looked almost unreal on a kid who wouldn't be 13 for another few days. George just sat there with his mouth wide open. Angela smiled proudly.

Nate casually sat down at the table and said, "Hi, dad." George looked up and down Nate's muscular body and said, "My God, son. What's happened to you?" Nate smiled and said, "I've been workin' out with the weights Joey gave Brian for his birthday. Brian didn't use 'em for a month, so they're mine. They're hand-me-downs. My body looks pretty cool, huh." George looked over at Brian. "Is that true, Brian? Do the weights belong to Nate now?" Brian kind of hesitated. Nate made his right hand into a fist and flexed his right arm. Brian looked over at the rippling muscles and another chill went up his spine. "Yeah, Dad, it's true. The weights are Nate's now. I didn't really like 'em much. They seem to be working on Nate a lot better than they worked on me. Nate really likes 'em and I told him he could have 'em." Nate relaxed his fist and smiled.

George turned to Nate and said, "Yeah, you put a lot of muscle on your body, young man, but I want you to stop lifting, starting right now. First, you're much too young to be lifting weights. You might hurt yourself. Second, lifting weights is a waste of your time. You'd be much better off spending that time reading books and studying like your brother Brian here. So after dinner I'm going to take those weights away from you and lock 'em up somewhere. Nate got red in the face with rage. He jumped up off his chair and stood in front of his father. "Brian, get over here and stand next to me," he ordered. Brian got up from his chair and stood next to his muscular little brother. George was puzzled by how Nate seemed to be able to order Brian around like that. Without hesitation, Brian obeyed his little brother's orders, the little brother who would now rule his life. "OK, Brian, now flex your arm," ordered Nate. Brian immediately complied. He raised his little right arm and flexed. "Feel Brian's bicep, Dad, while he's flexing." George just sat there, not raising his hand to feel his older son's little biceps. Nate grabbed his father's hand by the wrist and placed it over Brian's bicep. George tried to pull his arm away, but Nate was much too strong for him. He firmly held his father's arm in place with the brute strength of his muscles. "Feel it, Dad," ordered Nate, as he pushed his father's hand down on Brian's bicep. George was in a state of shock at the overpowering strength of his younger son. He grabbed Brian's bicep and squeezed. The squishy muscle felt like a sponge.

"OK, now feel this," said Nate, as he flexed his own right arm and, still holding on to his father's wrist with an iron grip, moved it over to his own bicep. He pushed his father's hand onto his big ball of living rock. George squeezed the bulging muscle and gasped out loud. Far from being soft and squishy like Brian's, Nate's big, round bicep felt like solid steel. He squeezed as hard as he could, but he couldn't make the slightest dent in his 12-year-old son's flexed bicep. "Does that feel like I'm hurting myself, Dad? Does that feel like a waste of time?" said Nate with a mocking tone to his voice. "I don't think so. I'm totally healthy and I'm strong as a bull. My workouts are the best two hours a day I've ever spent. I've only been liftin' for a month and I'm already three times stronger than this wimp here." Nate punched Brian in the shoulder real hard. Brian winced in pain, but he didn't say anything. "And I'm not gonna let you stop me from workin' out and getting' even bigger and stronger than I am already. I'll fight you, Dad, if I have to." George looked up at his son's buffed muscles, which were now all flexed and pulsating with power as adrenaline surged through his body. A shiver went up his own spine, as he realized his son was now undoubtedly a lot stronger than he was and could easily thrash him in a fight.

But before George could say anything, Angela spoke up. "George, I gave permission for Nate to lift the weights. And I think he should keep lifting. Some people are blessed with great brains, like Brian, and some people are blessed with great bodies, like Nate and Joey. As a mother I love both my boys equally, Brian for his brain and Nate for his body. George, I'm making the decision here. Nate's gonna keep lifting and I'm gonna make sure he gets plenty of good food to feed his growing muscles." Nate turned to his mom and said "Thanks, mom." Then he turned back to his dad and lifted the bottom of his tee shirt, exposing his pecs and lats and of course his abs. Then he flexed the muscles right in his dad's face. His pecs bulged out in his chest, round globes of striated muscle. His lats flared out, the thick slabs of muscle forming a perfect V-shape from his wide shoulders down to his narrow hips. His shredded abs rippled under his paper-thin skin. "Check 'em out, Dad," he said. "These muscles are just gonna keep getting' bigger and stronger and there's nothin' you can do about it." Then he sat down, took a huge helping of meat, potatoes and vegetables and started eating like a wild man. George just sat there, stunned by the sudden dominance of his young son.

Nate had almost finished his huge plate of food before the rest of the family had even gotten in a few bits. He was ravenously hungry, and just like Joey he was a super-efficient eating machine. "Delicious," he said to his mom between bites. After he finished his plate, he looked at the extra meat, vegetables and potatoes still on the table. "You guys want any more?" he asked. They all shook their heads, so Nate piled all the rest of the meat and half of the remaining vegetables and potatoes on his plate and started eating again, just as fast as before. His stomach was like a bottomless pit. He knew his body was going to turn all the meat into muscle and that the vegetables and potatoes were going to help fuel that muscle. He wanted those muscles to grow at maximum speed. Well, Nate ate his second plate so fast that he was done before Brian had finished even half of his meat. He had already eaten four big pieces of meat and Brian had only finished half of one. So by now, Nate had eaten eight times more meat than Brian. And he was still hungry.

"Hey, bro," Nate said. "I'm still hungry. Gimme the rest of your meat. My muscles need more protein." Brian looked down at the meat on his plate and then looked over at Nate's clean plate and his big muscles. George spoke up and said "You don't have to give your meat to Nate, Brian. You've got to eat too." Nate looked down at his right arm and made a fist. Then he started curling his fist up and down, flexing the bulging muscles in his forearm. The shredded muscles had the shape of a bowling pin. They writhed with power and were covered with veins. Brian stared at the bulging muscles and at Nate's big fist. A feeling of total fear overcame his body as he thought about the devastating power Nate had in his arm. Overwhelming power that could pound that hard fist into his flabby body like a pile driver. Adrenaline shot through Brian's veins, the hormone of nature's "fight or flight" instinct. Brian knew he had no hope of fighting his little brother, so his adrenaline was completely fueling his fear and his flight instinct. Brian was afraid of his little brother. But even while those strong feelings of fear were surging through his body, he also felt a strong feeling of desire. As he looked at Nate's flexing muscles, his cock stiffened under his pants and he felt an overwhelming sense of attraction to Nate's body. Nate's muscles were both fearsome and beautiful. These two clashing emotions surged through Brian's brain and body as he watched Nate's flexing arm and his hard fist.

"You wanna give me your meat, don't you Brian?" said Nate in a commanding way. "You know I need a lot of meat to feed these big muscles so they can get even bigger and stronger. You don't have any muscle so you don't need any more meat. You can just eat some vegetables." Nate started flexing his bicep and triceps as well as his forearm and moved his fist back and forth, sort of like he was warming up for a punch. Brian's eyes were fixated on the throbbing muscle. His skin was turning red. He was in a state of total fear, but his cock was rock hard. Finally he said "Yeah, dad, it's OK. I want Nate to have my meat. I want him to feed his muscles. I'll just eat some more vegetables." At that, Nate smiled, stabbed his fork into Brian's meat and put it on his plate. "That's a good boy, Brian," he said. He raised his right arm and flexed his bicep. The huge ball of muscle looked incredible. Nate looked approvingly at his bulging, shredded muscle. "That mother will be even bigger and stronger tomorrow," he said confidently. Then he wolfed down all of Brian's meat in four big bites.

The next day, Brian came home from school a little late and went up to his bedroom to do his homework. Nate's door was open and loud rap music was blaring out of his room. Jesus Christ, Brian thought to himself, how am I ever going to study with that noise blasting down the hall? Brian went down the hall to Nate's room and walked in a few feet through the open door. The air in room smelled like sweat, just like a gym. Brian hadn't noticed the odor yesterday because he was so shocked at Nate's muscular body. But now he could really smell Nate's sweat permeating the room. The sweat from many hard workouts, pungent sweat that had soaked through the well-used workout clothes that were thrown around everywhere in the room. This was the room of a real jock stud, a jock stud who worked out until his muscles were burning up and the sweat was pouring off his body. Nate left his manly scent in the room, just like a male animal leaves his male scent in the wild as a warning to other animals. Brian could almost sense the intensity of those workouts from the smell of the room. Brian also noticed pictures of huge musclemen taped to the walls of the room. Nate had picked out his favorite bodybuilders from the muscle magazines and posted their pictures on his walls. One day he was gonna look like those guys. He knew it.

Brian looked at Nate, dressed only in workout shorts, squatting with the barbell. His body was glistening with sweat and his legs were pumped and red. Brian could see that Nate had put every one of the plates on the bar, down to the tiny 2-1/2 pound plates. He was squatting with 120 pounds and he was cranking out the reps like it was easy. His quads bulged with every rep, the thick slabs of muscle easily pushing up his muscular body and the heavy barbell at his command. When he finished 15 reps, he held the bar on his shoulders. Then in an athletic, coordinated move, he pressed the heavy bar slightly higher, ducked his head underneath, and lowered the bar to the floor. Brian stood there in awe at this amazing display of strength.

"Gotta get a squat rack," said Nate. "Gotta get more weights, too. I'm usin' all the plates now for squats and it's still way too light." He slapped his quads. "These fuckers have gotten real big and strong real fast. I'm crankin' out 6 sets of 15 reps. Gotta use more weight to challenge these big mothers and make 'em grow huge." He flexed his quads and the big slabs of muscle sprang to attention, the shredded fibers bulging under his thin skin. Brian's cock was already hard from breathing in the jock-boy sweat smell and watching Nate pump out the heavy squats. Now it was quivering as he watched those huge quads flex and listened to his little brother boast about how strong they were.

"Hey, turn down that noise on your stereo, dude," Brian said. "I gotta study." Nate laughed. He walked over towards the door and stood right in front of Brian. "You gonna make me, punk?" he said. He flexed his pecs and bumped up against Brian's chest. Brian could feel the hard muscle bumping against his bony ribcage. Nate's chest was hot and sweaty. It felt big and strong as it pushed against Brian's little chicken chest. "I like to work out with music, bro. Loud music. So I'm gonna do it. And there's nothin' you can do to stop me, you weak little shit. And I'm gonna leave my door open too so I can get some fresh air in this room. I'm gonna do whatever I fuckin' want from now on and there's nothin' you can do about it, 'cause I got muscle and you don't. So go fuck off, wimp." Nate bumped his big chest hard against Brian, literally driving the weaker boy backwards. The force of Nate's bump was so great that Brian fell down in the hallway, landing on his butt.

Nate stood astride his fallen brother and flexed his quads, abs and chest. Brian looked up at the bulging muscles in complete awe. Nate's quads were pumped to the max, flushed with red blood and hard as rocks. The slabs of quad muscle bulged out at the top of his knees and continued all the way to his crotch. His calves were also pumped and hard, standing out like cut diamonds. His abs were totally shredded, rippling like a steel washboard. Huge pecs bulged out over his abs, the striations of muscle forming perfect round globes with deep cleavage between them. His nipples were firm and erect. Brian noticed a large bulge in Nate's crotch. Nate's cock looked big as it pushed itself out into his workout shorts. Brian watched as his brother's cock pressed against the fabric of the shorts. The cock looked big and thick. Bigger and thicker than Brian's own cock, he thought. Then, as Brian was taking in all this muscle and manhood, Nate reached his hand down and started scratching his balls. He did this very non-chalantly, just like a jock in a locker room scratching his balls in front of all the other jocks. Scratching his balls like it was nothing. Scratching his balls like its the thing all jocks do when they're pumped and sweaty. Nate was totally uninhibited as he scratched his balls, completely unaware of the incredible erotic effect it was having on his big brother. Brian could see Nate's big balls press against the fabric as he scratched them and pushed them up with his fingers.

Nate looked down at his brother and sneered. He hit a most muscular pose. His muscles bulged and rippled as he flexed. Brian was overwhelmed by this display of total domination, as his little brother stood over him like a conquering warrior standing over a puny runt. Finally Nate relaxed and said "Yeah, like I said, go fuck off. I gotta finish my workout." He stepped on Brian's chest and walked right on top of him like he didn't give a shit, crushing the little chest with his heavy foot. Then he strutted back into his room to finish his workout. Brian went back to his own room and took his brother's advice. He fucked off.

About an hour later, Brian was finally trying to study in his room. It was all he could do to stop thinking about his little brother working out less than 30 feet away, his young muscles pumping all that heavy iron and getting big and pumped. Brian had closed his door so he could try to get some peace and quiet, but the loud rap music still pulsated through his room. Suddenly the door burst open and Nate walked in. He had just finished his workout and his muscles were pumped as hell. His body was dripping with sweat. His thighs were especially pumped, bulging and red. Brian could see the fibers of muscle under Nate's thin skin. Veins were crisscrossing his thighs, pushed out by the hard muscle and pulsating with blood. Nate strutted up to his brother and said, "Feel these mothers, bro. Feel how big and hard they are. They really got hard from that brutal workout." Brian reached down and felt Nate's bulging thighs. The muscles felt like slabs of rock. Brian pushed his fingers in as hard as he could, but he couldn't make the slightest dent in the rock-hard muscle. He ran his hands all around Nate's thighs, feeling the front, the outside, the inside and the back. Every side was a hard as rock. It was like Nate's legs were two big tree trunks. Nate smiled as his wimpy older brother felt the size and hardness of his thighs.

Then he spotted something in Brian's room. It was a large trophy Brian had won last year in a math contest at school. The trophy was about a foot and a half high and was in the shape of a big cup, with a diameter of about eight inches at the rim. It was made of bronze and looked very solid. Brian's name was inscribed on the base. He was very proud of that trophy. Nate grabbed the trophy off the shelf and said, "Watch this. I'm gonna try somethin'." To Brian's horror, Nate placed the trophy between his thighs and started squeezing his big legs together. "No, no, you're gonna wreck it!" shouted Brian. "Shuddup, wimp," said Nate. "Watch these big mothers squeeze." Brian knew there was nothing he could do to stop his muscular brother. He was far too weak and Nate was far too strong.

Nate flexed his quads and willed his legs to move closer together. The huge muscles instantly obeyed their young master and closed in on the trophy like a python killing its prey. It looked like Nate's muscles were harder than the metal, because they didn't dent at all as they began crushing the big trophy. Brian was horrified but at the same time awed by the display of muscular power he was witnessing. Nate screwed up his face and commanded his muscles to apply even more force to the helpless object. His thighs responded by bulging even bigger, now totally engorged with blood. "Crush the fucker," yelled Nate, and his legs moved together like a steel vise. Suddenly there was the sound of crinkling metal as the trophy started bending under the enormous force of Nate's thighs. "Smash it," yelled Nate and his thighs moved even closer together, smashing the trophy between them. His big thighs closed in on the trophy like a vise, obeying the orders of their 12-year-old master. They had grown so strong over the last month that the bronze cup was nothing compared to their enormous strength. A month ago, they were a boy's thighs. Now they were a muscleman's thighs. Within a few seconds, those big thighs crushed the eight-inch wide cup like cardboard until it was down to four inches. But Nate wasn't done. Fibers of muscle were almost leaping out from under his skin. Veins popped out everywhere. He grunted like an animal. Sweat was covering his body. Slowly the hard metal of the cup gave way even further. "Yeah!" he yelled as his big, rock-hard thighs suddenly crushed the cup down to one inch wide. He looked down at his rock-hard muscles that were throbbing with power with the defeated metal crushed in their iron grip. He smiled as he looked at the muscle. He liked the way his big muscles looked when they were working hard and crushing some poor, helpless object, living or dead. Then he grabbed the trophy from between his legs and handed it to Brian. The crinkled metal was covered with Nate's sweat, sweat that poured out of his skin as he crushed the trophy with his pumped-to-the-max thighs. "Looks like your math trophy came up against some big hard muscle and lost the fight," he said. "That big hard muscle crushed this fuckin' piece of shit just like it could crush you." Nate looked down at his quads, flexed the hard muscle and smiled. He liked the looks of his big thighs. Thighs that had just crushed the metal trophy into nothing.

Brian looked at the trophy and almost cried. His beautiful trophy had been crushed into a pile of crap by his little brother's huge thigh muscles. "What am I gonna tell dad?" he asked plaintively. "He liked that trophy as much as I did. He's gonna be real mad." Nate looked at the twisted metal. "Tell him you're so clumsy you fell over and crushed it with your fat butt," said Nate, laughing. "See ya at dinner, wimp. Mom's makin' extra food so I won't have to take any of yours. Not unless I'm super hungry, that is. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I gained another pound last night. Another pound of solid muscle. All that meat I ate last night was changed into muscle by my body. Fuckin' strong muscle." Nate flexed his quads one more time, as Brian looked down in awe at the bulging slabs of rock. Then Nate turned around and strutted out of the room. Brian put his tongue up against the wet trophy and tasted Nate's sweat. It tasted real salty. Brian liked the taste of his brother's sweat. There was something clean and pure about that sweat. Clean and pure salty sweat that had just been produced by Nate's hot, muscular body. Jock boy sweat that real studs make when their big muscles are working real hard. Sweat that just oozes out of their pores and covers their skin, trying to cool down those hot muscles. Brian took another lick of the sweat and then put his crushed trophy back up on the shelf. He looked up at the crinkled metal. From now on, that trophy wouldn't remind Brian of his winning a math contest. It would remind him of his little brother's incredible strength, of Nate's big, rock-hard thighs crushing the strong metal. Metal that folded like cardboard under the enormous pressure of his little brother's muscles.

The next day was Nate's 13th birthday and his mother had invited Joey over for dinner. Nate told his mother to tell Joey not to bring any gift. He wanted to tell Joey what he wanted in person. And he didn't want his mother to tell Joey he had been lifting Brian's weights. He wanted to surprise his muscular uncle with his own new muscles.

That day after school, Nate did his hard two-hour workout as usual. His door was open and rap music blasted out. Brian tried to find excuses for taking "study breaks" and watching Nate pump his heavy weights, weights that Brian couldn't begin to lift. Nate didn't seem to care if Brian watched him working out. In fact, he often gave Brian a little flex after finishing a set. Brian's cock was rock hard the whole time he watched his little brother, but Nate didn't seem to notice. Near the end of the workout, Brian looked in as Nate was doing barbell rows. Brian checked out the weights on the bar and saw that Nate was rowing 115 pounds. There were only two little 2-1/2 pound plates on the floor. Brian could see that Nate had blasted through the little beginner weight set and was going to need a lot more weight real soon. Brian watched Nate's lats and his lower back muscles bulge as he hoisted the heavy bar up and down. Brian couldn't believe how wide his little brother's back had gotten and how thick and strong his back muscles were. His delts and biceps were also bulging as he did rep after rep. When Nate finished the set, he stood up and flexed his lats for his admiring brother. "Pretty wide, huh," said Nate in an understatement, as the slabs of muscle flared out from his body like wings. "Come over here and feel 'em, Brian. They get really hard when I work 'em like that." Brian didn't need any more of an invitation. He raced over and placed his little hands on Nate's huge lats, feeling the size and hardness of the thick muscle. He also felt the big hard ridges of muscle in Nate's lower back. He couldn't believe how big and hard those muscles were. Then he moved his hands up to the big slabs of muscle that were bulging out from Nate's neck. "Those are my traps," said Nate as he felt his brother's fingers squeezing the hard muscle. "They've really been gettin' big from the heavy rows and shoulder shrugs. My neck's gotten a lot thicker too." Brian looked at his brother's thick, muscular neck, his big trap muscles and his wide, muscular shoulders. He looked like a total jock, and his handsome face and blue eyes made him look absolutely stunning. Brian's cock was as stiff as a steel pipe as he took in the muscular beauty of his younger brother.

Then Nate started talking. "Ya know, Brian, there's something I wanna tell you. You know I've been sayin' that I need a lot more weights 'cause my muscles have gotten so big and strong so fast. And I need a bench with a rack so I can get a big Olympic size bar and put on some real big plates, like 45's and 35's, and not this little 10-pound shit. And I need a squat rack. And I need a pulley machine for lat pull downs and rows and stuff like that. I need a lot of workout equipment, Brian, and I'm pretty sure Uncle Joey's gonna give it to me for my birthday, 'cause he's gonna be freaked out by my muscles. But there's a hitch, Brian. All that equipment and those big weights have gotta go in this room. Now look around here, Brian. With the bed and my desk and the dresser and all this crap in here, there isn't enough room for all that equipment. So I've made a decision Brian. I'm movin' in with you and turning my whole bedroom into my gym. I'm gonna move my bed, my dresser, my desk, all my stuff into your room. You can have one half of the room and I'll take the other half. Oh yeah, I want the half by the window."

Brian was dumbfounded. He just stood there, looking at Nate's body and thinking about what he had just heard. He had always had his own room. He liked having his own room. It wasn't fair that his little brother had decided to turn his own room into a gym and then expected Brian to share his room. Brian decided to put his foot down. He was the older brother and he wasn't going to take this shit. "No, Nate," he said. "It's my room and I'm not gonna share it with you. You're just gonna have to use your own room. I guess you're just not gonna be able to get all that equipment and those big weights you want, 'cause it won't fit in here."

Without hesitation, Nate reached over and wrapped his right arm around Brian's neck. He positioned his arm so his bicep faced Brian's windpipe. Then he pulled in on his muscular forearm, crushing Brian's neck between the hard muscle of his forearm and his bicep. Brian felt like a steel vise was crushing his neck. His flabby little neck was no match for the steel-hard muscles of Nate's rippling arm. "I think you will want to reconsider your decision," said Nate, as he looked at his big bicep. As he said "decision" he flexed his bicep real hard. The huge muscle exploded into Brian's windpipe, crushing the weak cartilage like a piece of fruit. Both boys could hear a sharp crackling sound as Nate's big, rock-hard bicep smashed into his brother's windpipe. "Geez, that sounds cool," said Nate. "I wanna hear that again." He relaxed his bicep and then flexed it again, this time even harder. The big muscle exploded to an even greater peak and bashed further into Brian's neck, again crushing his windpipe. "This feels real cool," he said, as he rammed his huge muscle into his weak little brother's neck over and over again. He liked the feeling of his big muscle forcing itself through Brian's windpipe. He liked watching his bicep explode at his command, changing from taut fibers of steel into a solid, peaked ball of rock-hard muscle. Rock-hard muscle that was so strong it just blasted itself into Brian's skinny neck. The muscle seemed to get bigger and harder with each bash as it got more and more pumped by the blood that was surging through Nate's veins. "My big bicep feels like its punchin' through a fuckin' melon, just crushin' the fuckin' shit out of it. It feels really cool. How's that feel to you, bro?" Brian couldn't talk. His throat was totally smashed by his little brother's incredibly big and incredibly hard bicep. All he could do was gurgle. Since Nate didn't hear an answer to his question, he stopped the flexing and unflexing and just flexed his bicep hard, bashing that big, peaked muscle into his brother's neck with unbelievable force. The hard muscle forced its way into the deepest recesses of Brian's neck, pushing itself almost up to his spine. Brian's windpipe was totally crushed and his whole neck was in incredible pain. He couldn't breath at all. He was beet red in the face. Nate laughed as he watched his big bicep bulge into his brother's neck. He liked how his muscles looked when they were pumped and bulging. They looked great.

"Maybe you wanna change your mind, wimp," said Nate as he watched his flexing bicep crush the life out of his big brother. "These muscles don't like it when someone tells 'em they can't get all the equipment and weights they need to grow even bigger and stronger than they already are. These muscles wanna grow huge. These muscles want that equipment and those big weights real bad, and they're gonna make life totally miserable for any little punk who stands in their way. You get my meaning, bro?" Brian looked up at Nate's steel blue eyes, eyes that looked cold and mean as their owner's young muscles crushed him like an insect. "You want to share your room with me, don't you bro? You want to help these muscles get even bigger and stronger so they can crush you even harder, don't you bro? Say yes, bro. Say it now or say goodbye." Nate cranked up the power in his arm one more notch and the steel-hard fibers of his peaked, bulging biceps forced themselves even further into Brian's neck. Brian was almost at the stage of passing out. Spasms of pain seared through his neck. He was gurgling saliva out of his mouth. Finally he managed to croak out "Yes." Nate smiled and let go of his neck. "I'm glad we were able to work that out on a friendly basis," he said. "I knew you'd make the right decision once you considered all the relevant factors." He flexed his pumped bicep right in front of Brian's nose. Obviously that huge muscle was a very relevant factor.

It was now time for Nate's 13th birthday dinner. Nate had dressed in a big sweatshirt and baggy pants. He wanted to surprise Uncle Joey with his new muscles. Brian wore a short sleeve shirt that was loose on his little torso. Around six o'clock, the boys heard the doorbell ring and Nate ran over to answer the door. Joey walked in, as big and buff as always. "Happy birthday, little guy," said Joey. He looked at Nate in a funny way. He thought there was something different about the little kid, but he couldn't figure out what it was. "Your mother told me not to bring any presents. She said you wanted to ask me for something while I'm here." Nate smiled. "Yeah, that's right, Uncle Joey. I'll ask you in a minute."

Joey walked over to Brian and squeezed his upper arm. "How are your workouts going, Brian?" he asked. "Are you startin' to pack some muscle on that little body of yours? Here, flex and let me feel that muscle." Brian flexed his arm and all Joey could feel was flab. "Jesus, Brian, you ain't got nothin' there. You're still a wimp," said Joey. "Have you been usin' the weights like I showed you?" Brian looked at Joey sheepishly and said, "Well, no, Uncle Joey, not any more. I tried 'em for a couple of weeks but they weren't doin' anything for me and it was boring. So I stopped." Joey looked disappointed. His nephew was going to be a wimp after all, just like his dad.

Then Nate walked over to Joey. "I've been usin' the weights, Uncle Joey. Look." At that, Nate ripped off his sweatshirt and took off his baggy pants. All he was wearing underneath was a pair of skimpy workout shorts. He stood in front of his uncle and smiled. He didn't even have to flex. The muscles just bulged naturally all through his body. "Holy shit!" yelled Joey. "You got muscles! You got big muscles! You're a stud!" Joey raised his right hand and gave Nate a high five. Then he flexed his biceps and Nate flexed his biceps too. The resemblance between the two muscle studs was amazing. Nate looked like a smaller but still very muscular version of Joey. Joey did a few more poses and Nate copied each one exactly. Nate already knew how to pose. He practiced every day in the mirror in his room. He looked great. Joey turned to George and Brian and said, "Well, I guess we know who the man is in this house."

Nate was beaming with pride. Angela was smiling too, proud of her muscular son. George and Brian were stone-faced. They were both embarrassed that this muscular 13-year old kid was obviously the man of the family. Then Nate spoke up. "Now I can tell you what I want for my birthday, Uncle Joey. I've gotten so big and strong so fast that those little weights you gave Brian are way to light for me now. I need bigger weights, like an Olympic bar and some big plates. And I need a bench with a rack, a squat rack and a pulley machine. And maybe you've got some ideas for some more equipment. I need lots of equipment and more weights so these muscles can get huge like yours." Nate flexed the triceps in his arm and placed his arm right next to Joey's huge ham. Joey flexed his triceps too. The muscles looked the same, both rippling and shredded, except Joey's were a lot bigger. Nate continued talking. "I'm gonna turn my room into a gym. Brian said its OK if I share his room." George looked at Brian in disbelief. "Is that right, Brian?" he asked. "Did you say Nate could move into your room with you?" Brian kind of hesitated. Nate looked at his brother and sneered. Then he slowly curled his right arm and flexed his big bicep. Brian gulped as he saw the bulging muscle. "Yeah, Dad, I did. Nate convinced me he needed his room for all that equipment and those big weights. He's really strong and he wants to get even stronger, so he needs the big weights and the equipment. Nate is very convincing, Dad." George looked over at his buff younger son, who was now smiling broadly. It suddenly dawned on him that his strong, muscular younger son was now totally dominating his weakling older son. That's just the way it was going to be and there was nothing he could do about it. The strong always dominate the weak. A chill went up his spine as he realized he was weak too.

Joey punched Nate on the shoulder and said, "Stud, I'll buy you all the weights and equipment you want for your birthday. You deserve the best. You're a total stud. I'll go out and buy the stuff tomorrow and then I'll come and help you install it in your room. Happy birthday, kid. Those big muscles of yours are gonna get even bigger -- and strong as shit!" Nate beamed with pleasure. This was the best birthday he ever had. But he had one more thing he wanted to do. He turned to Brian and said, "Hey bro, take off that shirt. I wanna try it on for size." Brian looked down at his short-sleeved shirt. It was almost too big for him but he liked the shirt a lot. It was way too early to give the shirt to Nate as a hand-me-down. Brian just stood there. "Take it off, wimp," said Nate, this time with a commanding tone to his voice. "Can't you understand English?" Brian now knew this was an order not a request. And he knew he had to obey his little brother's orders or suffer the painful consequences. He slowly took off the shirt and handed it to his brother. Nate started putting it on, but it was clear immediately that the shirt wasn't going to be a loose fit on his big, muscular torso. He put one arm and then the other arm through the sleeves. His big upper arms completely filled the sleeves of the shirt. In fact, the fabric of the shirt was straining against the rippling muscles of Nate's biceps and triceps, and they weren't even flexed. The shirt would hardly fit over his muscular delts. Then he started to button the buttons. He started with the lowest button and that was easy. Nate's shredded little waist was several inches smaller than his brother's. The next button was also not a problem, but now the fabric was stretching tight across his upper abdomen as Nate's big chest and lats stretched the fabric right above the button. Finally he tried to button the top three buttons. It was hopeless. All the buttons were much too far apart. The top button was more than two inches from the buttonhole. Nate's chest and back were much too big for the shirt that had hung loosely on Brian's wimpy body. But Nate's wasn't a quitter. He blew all the air out of his lungs and crunched in his chest as much as he could. Then he quickly buttoned the top three buttons and stood up straight. "Watch this," he said with the last air left in his lungs. He raised his arms, took in a big breath of air and simultaneously flexed his arms, his delts, his pecs and his lats. Instantly the top four buttons of the shirt blasted off. One of them hit Brian right in the face. At the same time, Nate's bulging arms and delts ripped open the sleeves of the shirt. The shredded fabric exposed the hard fibers of his bulging arms and delts that had just busted through the cloth. His pecs pushed out in his chest. The shirt was completely busted apart, revealing the big, round globes of muscle striated with fibers. The only part of Nate's upper body you couldn't see was his lower abs. The bottom button of the shirt was firmly in place. Those shredded abs were much too small to bust through that one.

Everyone in the room except Joey was shocked at this incredible muscular display. Nate grinned as he saw the stunned look on their faces. "As you can see, I'm a lot bigger than dweeb-boy here," he said. "So now I get to buy all the new clothes and he gets my hand-me-downs." Nate tore the ruined shirt off his body and handed it to Brian. "Here, bro. It's yours. I don't want this one." Brian stared at the ripped shirt and trembled. Nate smiled and gave Joey a high-five. From now on, he would be getting the new clothes. He was the man. He put on his tight, cutaway tee shirt that showed all of his bulging delts and arms and most of his rippling abs. Brian slipped his shredded shirt back on.

The family sat down for dinner. Angela had cooked a huge beef roast, with lots of potatoes and vegetables. She knew that she had two huge appetites to feed. Joey and Nate immediately stabbed the meat with their forks, taking three big pieces each. They also loaded up their plates with lots of potatoes and vegetables. Nate watched what Joey put on his plate and then put exactly the same amount on his own plate. He wanted to see if he could eat just as much as his huge, muscular uncle. When Joey and Nate were finished loading up, the other family members put small portions on their plates. Joey and Nate devoured the food on their plates before the others were even half finished. Then they loaded another big helping of meat and some more potatoes and vegetables. And they wolfed that down. Nate was keeping up with Joey bite for bite. He was an efficient eating machine just like his uncle. Finally Joey took one more piece of meat and put it on his plate. "Man, I'm getting stuffed," he said. He started eating the meat, a little more slowly than before. Nate smiled. He put two pieces of meat on his plate. "Watch me, Uncle Joey," he said. "I'm gonna eat more meat than you did. I want my muscles to grow huge like yours real fast." Nate gobbled up the two pieces of meat just as fast as his first piece. His stomach was like a bottomless pit. Joey looked at the muscular kid stuffing his mouth with food and said "Way to go, stud. I bet you put on another pound or two of muscle tonight. Tomorrow you'll be bigger and stronger. You keep workin' out and eatin' the way you are and you'll be 180 pounds of solid muscle before you hit 14 years old. You'll be way bigger than I was at your age." Nate flexed his right arm and smiled. "Yeah," he said as he looked at the bulging muscle. He finished all three plates of food before Brian had finished his own one little plate.

After they were finished eating dinner, Joey turned to Nate and said, "Ya know, Nate, I think it would be fun for you to have a little arm wrestling contest. You can arm wrestle your older brother here. Yeah, I know you're gonna win easy, but its fun to arm wrestle with wimps like Brian. Its fun to feel just how weak they are and to feel how easy it is for your big muscles to just smash their pathetic little stick-boy arms to the table. You get a real good rush when the power of your big muscles smashes their hands down on the table and you're not even trying hard. I had a lot of fun in junior high and high school arm wrestling with kids. Some of 'em didn't want to wrestle me, but I didn't care. I made 'em do it anyway. I loved the feeling I got when my big arm put those little wimps in their place. I wrestled with big guys too and usually I won. But the wimps were really fun. It was great watching the eyes bulge out of their heads as they watched my big bicep flex next to their puny little arm when we locked grips. Then they'd try to push my arm down and I could hardly feel a thing they were so weak. Then that bicep would smash their little arm down so fast they thought they had been smashed by a big machine. God that felt great. Funny thing, some of those wimps would ask to do it again and again. They got a charge out of feeling just how strong this big mother was. But even if they didn't wanna wrestle I made 'em do it. I always told the wimps what to do. Just like you're gonna do, Nate. Those wimps always obey this." Joey looked over at his bicep and flexed. The huge muscle exploded in his arm. He didn't care whether Brian wanted to wrestle Nate, just like he didn't care about the wimps in school. He was only thinking about Nate, the stud like him, and how buzzed Nate would feel when his big muscular arm smashed Brian's little stick arm, just like he the buzz he used to feel in school. Joey was a jock. He did what he wanted. And now Nate was gonna do what he wanted too.

Nate's eyes lit up. "Yeah, that sounds real fun," he said. He put his elbow on the table and said, "Let's wrestle, bro." Brian just sat there. He knew how strong his little brother was. He knew he didn't have a chance. He was just going to be a toy for Nate, a flabby little toy that Nate could play with and show off how strong he was. Finally he said, "Uh, I don't want to, Nate." Nate looked Brian in the eyes and gritted his teeth. His beautiful blue eyes looked menacing. "I don't care what you want, wimp. We're gonna wrestle. Put your arm on that table NOW." Brian knew he had no choice, so he put his elbow on the table. His arm was longer than Nate's, but Nate's forearm and upper arm were far larger and more muscular than his. His arm looked like a stick covered with fat. Nate's arm was bulging with muscle, with fibers and veins everywhere. Nate smiled as he compared his big, rippling arm to the scrawny stick of his brother. The brothers locked their grip.

Joey said "go." Their arms just stood there in an upright position, not moving at all. Nate looked down at his arm. His bicep was bulging, but it was bulging the way it always does when it has something easy to do, like lift a piece of paper up and down. Brian's flabby arm was quivering. Brian was straining his muscles as hard as he could pressing against Nate's hand, but all his straining was nothing to Nate. "Jesus, bro, that feels like a feather pushing on me. I can hardly feel that. Come on, bro, put some muscle into it!" said Nate, laughing at the pathetic weakness of his brother. Brian gritted his teeth and pushed as hard as he could. Nate started moving his arm back and forth, toying with his weak brother. Both of the brothers watched Nate's big bicep as it flexed. The hard fibers of muscle were bunched in a big ball, twitching under his paper-thin skin. Veins were crisscrossing the muscle, surging with blood, feeding the huge beast. That beast looked absolutely huge and ferocious next to Brian's flabby little bicep, which didn't even make a bump in his arm. Nate pushed Brian's arm back and forth like a cat playing with an injured mouse. Finally, Joey said, "OK, stud, put him away." Nate grinned. Instantly his bicep bulged, and with a surge of overwhelming force he smashed his brother's hand down onto the table like he was swatting a fly. Brian grabbed his hand which was in pain from hitting the table. Nate didn't care. "Wow, that was fun," said Nate. "It felt so cool when Brian was strainin' as hard as he could and I could hardly feel it. Geez these muscles are strong." He flexed his arm and looked proudly at the rippling muscles. "Then, SMASH! This big monster just put him away like he was nothing. That felt fantastic. My big muscles smashing his little arm. God it feels great to be strong." Nate flexed his bicep again and waved it in front of Brian's face. A rush of hormones was surging through his body. He felt like a total stud.

Joey smiled. "Yeah, I thought you'd like that, stud. Makes you feel real good, doesn't it." Then he turned to George. "OK, daddy, you're next. Little Nate here wants to arm wrestle you." George looked horrified. It was bad enough that Brian was humiliated by his muscular little brother, but now he was going to be the next wimp to be dominated by Nate's young muscles. "Come on, Joey, you can't be serious," said George. "I'm a grown man and Nate's just a kid." Nate looked his father in the eyes with his beautiful steel blue eyes, which now looked angry. "I'm not a kid anymore, Dad. I'm a man. I'm a real man. And I've got tons more muscle than you got. Strong muscle. Muscle that can whip your ass any time I feel like it. So put you arm up on that table and fight me like a man. You afraid of wrestling a 13-year-old, Dad?"

Joey looked at George's face, which had fear written all over it. "You don't wanna piss off the kid, George. He wants to fight you. You better do it. If he gets pissed off no telling what he could do to you. Shit, one time when I was in Junior High some 30-year-old punk pissed me off and I pounded him so bad he went to the hospital. Had a ruptured spleen. My fist hit his gut so hard it busted his organs. I tell you George, you don't wanna piss off a musclekid." George looked at his younger son with a look of total terror. Nate smiled menacingly and made a fist, flexing his forearm, upper arm and delt as he did it. George suddenly realized that Nate now was the man of the house. He ruled it. He was the king. And George better not piss off the king.

Nate put his elbow on the table and George did the same. Nate's arm was several inches shorter than George's, but it was far more muscular. Both his forearm and his upper arm looked to be about the same size as George's, but Nate's mass was solid muscle while George's mass was fat and flab. "Whoa, wait a minute," said Joey. He grabbed a telephone book from the shelf and put it under Nate's arm. "OK, now that's fair," said Joey. "OK, men, ready, set, GO!" At "Go", Nate's bicep exploded and in a split second it smashed George's arm to the table. Nate smiled and held George's hand pinned to the table, helpless to resist. "Wait a minute," said George. "I wasn't ready." Nate let go of his arm and said, "OK, lets have a rematch. I'll wait till you're good and ready." Father and son locked grips again and Joey said "Ready, set, GO!" Their arms didn't move from the center. It was clear that George was straining mightily, but Nate was just holding his hand steady, like he was holding back the arm of a little girl. Finally he said "Are you ready, Dad?" His dad looked up at him, not realizing until he saw Nate's calm face that the kid wasn't even trying hard. He pushed his arm harder against Nate's rock-like resistance. Nate laughed at the puny effort. "Yeah I guess you're ready." Then he willed his young muscles to apply maximum force, and the 13-year-old monster that was his bicep bulged under his skin. In less than a second, that monster smashed his dad's arm to the table like it was nothing. "Muscles rule," yelled Nate as he flexed his guns in front of his brother and his dad. Brian and George looked at each other with a look of total defeat in their eyes. Joey punched Nate playfully but hard in the shoulder. The punch would have hurt either Brian or George, but Nate couldn't even feel it. "Way to go, stud," he said. "You're the man."

Well, the next day was Saturday. Joey went out and bought a ton of equipment and weights for Nate and brought it over in his truck. Joey made good money in construction. He spent a lot on Nate's equipment but to him it was worth it. Nate seemed like a son to him. He wanted the kid to build big muscles like he had. He wanted Nate to have the best. Before they could set up the new equipment, they had to move Nate's furniture into Brian's room. Nate and Joey moved all of Brian's stuff to one half of the room. "Ya gotta get rid of some of this shit," said Nate. "Not enough room for it anymore." Then they moved in Nate's stuff. They put Nate's bed under the window, just like he wanted it. Nate had just as much stuff as Brian, and he started putting some of it on Brian's side of the room. "Hey, that's my side," said Brian. "Tough shit," said Nate. "I need the space. What are ya gonna do, cry to Daddy? You touch any of my stuff and you're toast." Brian just stood there helplessly as his younger brother took over his room. Then Nate started posting more pictures of huge bodybuilders all over the walls. He had left up the pictures in his own room, but now he was putting up more pics in Brian's' room. He even took down some posters Brian had put up so he had more room for his pictures. He left Brian with only one wall, the wall beside his bed. Every other wall was covered with musclestuds. "Hey, that's not fair," said Brian. "I get two walls and you get two walls, even Steven." Nate looked around the room. "Well, my bed is under the window, so the wall there is really small. So I need another wall and I'm takin' it. You got one wall. That's enough for a wimp like you." He said this like he was doing Brian a favor letting him have one wall in his own room.

After Nate had moved in to Brian's room, he and Joey set up the equipment in Nate's room and brought up all the new weights. Nate got a bench with a rack. The bench had a ratchet that let him move it up to do incline presses and seated military presses. He got a squat rack. He got a pulley machine for lat pulldowns, rowing, and chest flyes. He got an ab board for crunches and leg lifts. He got an Olympic bar with hundreds of pounds of plates -- 45's, 35's, 25's 10's and 5's. He got lots of dumbbells and bigger weights for his barbell. The room looked like a real gym.

Brian was in his own room, trying to figure out where he was going to put all his stuff, and being careful not to touch any of Nate's stuff, when he heard Nate yell, "Hey, Brian, get your ass down here and look at something." Brian went down to Nate's room and saw Nate on the bench. The Olympic bar was on the rack and there was a big 45-pound plate on each side. "Check it out, bro," said Nate. "This is 135 pounds. Its more than I weigh. Its kinda the minimum you put on these Olympic bars for bench presses. If you put little weights on these bars, guys laugh at you." Joey stood there listening to Nate. He was amazed that Nate already knew about how things were in a gym. He nodded his head. "Yeah, you're right, stud. These bars are for real men. And real men don't do less than two 45 pound plates for benches." Nate smiled. "OK, bro, watch this." He lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it down to his chest. Then he pressed it up and down 10 times easily and put it back on the rack. "Piece of cake," he said. "I'm gonna use an extra 10 pounds, maybe more, in my next workout. This bench and the rack are great. It makes me real strong." Joey gave the little stud a high-five.

Nate and Joey did a workout together with Nate's new weights. Brian kept coming to the open door to watch the two muscle studs work out. Nate was the spitting image of his uncle. Good looking and muscular. He just had to put on another 100 pounds of muscle and get taller and he'd look like an identical twin. Brian knew he would do it. He was a dumb jock, just like Joey. A dumb jock that would rule his world. As Brian had learned, you don't have to be smart to take control and rule everyone around you. You just need muscles. And Nate had lots of muscles. And with his drop-dead good looks, he would get what he wanted without even needing to use those muscles. People would just look at him and do what he wanted. He just had that way about him.

The two muscle studs pumped the weights. Joey gave Nate some pointers and spotted for him as he lifted incredibly heavy weights for a kid his age. At the end of the workout they were both dripping with sweat. Their muscles were pumped and bulging. Joey said he had to take off, so he gave Nate a high five, went down to his truck and drove away.

Brian had gone back to his room and was lying on his bed when Nate walked in. He was dripping with sweat. His skin was red and the fibers of his muscles were almost bursting out from his skin. He was totally pumped. He shut the door. Then he ripped off his sweaty workout shorts and threw them on the floor, right next to Brian's bed. He was totally nude. Brian's eye's bulged out of his head as he stared at the body of his nude brother. Nate stood naked in front of the mirror and flexed his biceps. Brian couldn't believe what he was seeing. His naked brother was standing there six feet away from him, flexing his muscles in the mirror. Nate hit several poses, flexing all his muscles, not paying the least bit of attention to the bulging eyes of his brother. Brian thought he had died and gone to heaven. All of a sudden, all the shit Nate had dished out when he moved in to his bedroom -- taking the extra space, taking the extra wall, taking over -- seemed totally irrelevant. This stud was naked and flexing right in front of him.

Brian immediately noticed Nate's cock. It was big and thick, hanging like a lethal weapon. His balls were big also, about the size of walnuts, and hung low in their sack. There was just a little pubic hair sprouting out in Nate's crotch. Light brown pubic hair that signaled the onset of puberty in this young stud. Nate flexed away in the mirror, totally oblivious to his brother watching his every move. Like most jocks, he was totally uninhibited about his body. It was totally natural to him to rip off his shorts and flex naked in the mirror. Just like he would walk around naked and pumped in a locker room, he was naked, pumped and flexing in his bedroom. Oh yeah, his brother was there too.

Nate walked over to Brian's bed and stood in front of his brother. "I think my arms have gotten a lot bigger in the last couple of days," he said as he flexed his biceps. Brian could smell the sweat coming from Nate's crotch, which was only a foot in front of his face. "I weigh 130 pounds now and I can curl 80 pounds for a few reps. Remember when I was doin' 70 and you couldn't even lift the fuckin' bar off the floor? Well, now these mothers are even bigger and I'm even stronger." He flexed harder and his biceps bulged to an incredible peak. Fibers and veins were everywhere. His pecs and abs were tensing right in front of Brian's face. His cock seemed to get a little bigger and stiffer as he flexed. Brian's mouth was open wide as he looked at his little brother's bulging muscles and his big cock. Brian wanted to reach up and feel Nate's body and cock, but he was paralyzed in awe. Nate lowered his arms and just stood in front of this brother, flexing his abs, his quads and his pecs. "These muscles look pretty hot, don't they bro. Gettin' bigger and stronger every day." Nate didn't even mention his cock. Brian thought that was one of his best bodyparts "Well, I gotta go take a shower. I really stink. Worked out so hard I'm sweatin' like a pig." At that, Nate turned around, opened the door and swaggered down the hall, headed for the bathroom.

As soon as Nate left the room, Brian got up and closed the door. Then he picked up Nate's sweaty workout shorts and held them up to his face. He took a deep breath, breathing in the pungent smell of Nate's jock-boy sweat. The sweat that had oozed off his buff body and crotch during his brutal workout, soaking into the fabric of the shorts. Brian's cock got rock hard as he smelled the manly scent of his little brother. He ripped off his clothes, jumped on his bed and had one of the most fantastic jerk-offs in his life, all the while holding Nate's workout shorts up to his nose and smelling his brother's sweat. He smelled that pungent odor while thinking of the sight he had just seen. His muscular little brother, buck naked, standing in front of him, flexing his muscles and bragging about how big and strong he was. Brian shot load after load high into the air. Fantastic spasms of pleasure surged through his body. After he finished, he put his clothes back on and waited for his muscular little brother to return from the shower. Sharing his room with Nate wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Well, all the next week Nate worked out with his new weights. He was eating more than ever. He said that since he could use really heavy weights now, and not that puny beginnners' set, his muscles were growing real fast. He was putting on about a pound of muscle every day. Brian took frequent "study breaks" to hang around Nate's room when he was working out. Kind of like a teenage girl finding ways to be next to the star quarterback on the football team. Brian just loved to see Nate's muscles working. Nate showed Brian how to spot. Brian stood behind the bench as Nate lifted the huge weight off the rack. He was up to 160 pounds already. A 25-pound gain in his bench press in a week. He lowered the heavy bar until it just touched his bulging pecs. Then he pushed it back up, letting out a loud grunt as he got to the top. Then he cranked out rep after rep. Brian looked down in awe, watching Nate's big pecs bulge as they powered up the heavy bar rep after rep. He was able to do seven reps on his own, but for reps eight, nine and ten Brian put his little fingers under the bar and lifted it ever so gently. He wanted Nate to do most of the work. That's the way Nate wanted it. He wanted those muscles to work to absolute exhaustion. His pecs, delts and triceps bulged tremendously as they powered the heavy bar up. His shredded waist was several inches above the bench, being held up by his muscle butt and his big chest. "You got it, stud," yelled Brian as Nate pushed out the last rep. His muscles were bulging out of his skin. Striations of fibers bulged in his pecs as they forced up the heavy weight. His skin was beet-red and covered with sweat. "Yeah," Nate yelled, as he locked his elbows and crashed the weight onto the rack. Then he hopped up off the bench and flexed his pecs. Brian felt those big, bulging, striated globes of muscle, running his fingers over their hardness, feeling the erect nipples, feeling the cleavage between them, feeling the sweat covering the hot skin, just reveling in his brother's muscularity and strength. This was his reward for spotting. Nate smiled as his brother felt his muscles. He knew he was a stud. It was only natural that his brother would think he was too.

After every workout, Nate came into their bedroom, ripped off his workout shorts, threw them on the floor, and posed in the mirror. Sometimes he would come up to Brian, who was lying on his bed staring at Nate's body, and flex a bodypart in front of him. Quads, abs, pecs, lats, delts, arms. Whatever Nate had been training, he flexed it for his wimpy brother. And of course his big cock was hanging there. Nate would feel the flexing muscle with his little fingers and he could see Nate's cock getting bigger and harder as his hands touched the flexing muscles. Nate seemed to like him touching his body. Brian would stare at the stiffening cock, longing to touch it. But he knew that was out of the question. He focused his attentive fingers on Nate's muscles, which were getting bigger and stronger every day. After about 15 minutes of this, Nate would head off for the shower. Immediately Brian would close the door, pick up the sweat-soaked workout shorts, breathe in that heady sweat smell, jump on his bed and beat off, thinking the whole time of his muscular brother -- the smell of his sweat, the feel of his bulging muscles, the look of his buff body and handsome face, and the sounds of him bragging about his muscles and his strength. Four of Brian's five senses were totally turned on by his brother. Sometimes he would lick the sweat off the shorts, tasting its salty pungence. Then all five of his senses were buzzing through his body, turning him on beyond his wildest dreams. His orgasms were incredible.

Nate never seemed to notice that Brian's cock was rock hard all the time when he was around him. From the moment Brian came home from school and saw his brother, his cock was rock hard. And it stayed hard as he watched him work out and flex in the mirror. By the time Nate went to the shower and he was able to beat off, his cock was throbbing. Every orgasm was fantastic.

After Brian beat off, Nate would come back from the shower, flex some more in the mirror and then get dressed for dinner. Usually he put on a tight cut-off tee shirt that showed as much of his muscles as possible and some shorts. All the while he'd be listening to rap music, which was blaring away in the room. Brian hadn't been able to play any of his music since Nate moved in. It was all rap all the time. Nate didn't like Brian's music, so he couldn't play it. That's the way it was.

Brian's cock would start to get hard again almost immediately after Nate returned from the shower. It got harder and harder throughout the afternoon and evening, as Nate strutted around in front of him, occasionally flexing his arm or his quads just to tease his weak, wimpy brother. Brian would watch in awe as Nate gobbled up huge amounts of food for dinner. He knew all that food would turn into muscle on his brother's growing body. After dinner Brian tried to study while Nate was listening to his rap music or playing computer games. Nate didn't have his own computer. Before he moved into Brian's room he used the family computer in the living room. Now that he was in Brian's room, he took over Brian's computer. Even if Brian was using his computer to do homework, whenever Nate wanted to play a computer game he just pushed his weakling brother off the chair and take control of the computer. He just closed down whatever Brian was doing and started playing, not even bothering to let Brian save his work. Fuck, what Brian wanted was irrelevant to this musclekid. Brian was just a wimp. Wimps don't have any rights. They're just around to serve the guys with muscles. Brian knew he had to save his work every five minutes, because he never knew when Nate would decide he wanted to play with the computer. Brian just accepted this like everything else. Nate ruled. At least he got to keep feasting his eyes on the kid's buff body. That made everything worth it.

When it came time to go to bed, Nate would first mix up a huge protein milkshake and drink it down like water. There was enough protein and other nutrients in that one milkshake to feed a normal kid for two days. Nate drank three of these a day in addition to his huge breakfasts, lunches and dinners. After drinking the shake and brushing his teeth, Nate would strip off all his clothes and jump in his bed under the window. For some reason, Nate liked to sleep in the nude. It let his body grow better, he said. He didn't like his cock and balls trapped inside his underwear. He liked them to be free, free to grow with the rest of his body. Well, Brian certainly wasn't going to object to his brother sleeping in the nude, not that he could do anything about it anyway.

Nate's bed was right under the window. There was a bright street light outside that cast its light right onto Nate's nude body in his bed. When it was hot, Nate would sleep on top of the sheets, leaving his whole body exposed to the light. Nate's body was so efficient that he went to sleep almost immediately after he got in bed. He had worked his body so hard during his workout and eaten so much food during the day that his body was eager to rest and convert that food into more muscle, replacing the muscle that had been torn down in the grueling workout with muscle that was bigger and stronger.

Brian just stared at Nate's body as the musclekid drifted into sleep. He was lying on his back. His huge chest bulged with muscle, his pecs pushing out even though they were completely relaxed. His nipples were erect, held out firmly by the hard muscle underneath. Brian could see a big vein running up the outside of his bicep, which even relaxed looked tight and shredded. His triceps and delts looked equally impressive. The striations of muscle were still visible under his skin. His waist looked tiny compared to his chest. Soon Brian could see the regular rising and falling of Nate's upper abs, as he took the deep breaths of sleep. Like all jocks, his ab muscles seemed to power his breathing, rising and falling with each deep breath. In the glow of the street light, Brian could see the ripples on Nate's abs. Even asleep they were as hard and shredded as ever.

Brian had been waiting for this time. As Nate slept, he stripped off his briefs and grabbed his stiff, throbbing cock. Then he jerked himself off as he watched his brother's beautiful body in the glow of the street light. Brian did this every night. Just like his orgasms in the afternoon, these orgasms were incredible. For these orgasms he was actually watching his brother's muscles as they moved and flexed with each deep breath of sleep. He could see Nate's big cock, hanging there in his crotch, growing just like the rest of his body. Brian came over and over as he worshipped with his eyes the physical magnificence of his little brother.

One day about a week later -- only a couple of weeks after his 13th birthday -- Nate had put in an incredibly brutal chest and back workout. He now weighed 140 pounds and could bench press 185. He was really getting big and strong. He strutted into the bedroom, where Brian was lying on the bed as usual. Nate's pecs and lats were really pumped. His abs were shredded too. His whole upper body was bulging and shredded. He ripped off his sweaty workout shorts. But instead of throwing them on the floor, he walked over to Brian and shoved them in his face. "You like the smell of my sweat, wimp? You like the smell of my stinky workout shorts? Yeah I know you do. I know what you do when I go take a shower. I know you hold my sweaty shorts up to your nose and breath in my stink. You like the smell of my sweat, don't you wimp. You get really turned on thinking about my muscles pumping and my hot body makin' all that sweat. It's sweat that jocks like me make when we're workin' our muscles really hard. You little wimps can't make sweat like that, 'cause you don't have any muscles to work out. You just like to feel my big muscles and smell my sweat. You really get off on that, don't you. Then you jerk off while I'm in the shower, thinking about my buff body and all the sweat I make when I'm workin' these muscles. Yeah, and even then you're not satisfied, 'cause you jerk off again in bed when I'm sleeping. You look over at my body and blast away, you're so turned on by my muscles." Brian looked stunned. He didn't think Nate had any clue what he was doing.

"You think I didn't notice your raging hardon all the time. Geez, you must think I'm a real idiot. I know I'm not as smart as you but I'm smarter than you think. Joey told me that there were going to be wimps that would be really into my muscles. Wimps who would want to touch 'em and feel 'em and see how big and hard they are. Wimps who would want to suck my cock. Joey said there was this wimp in his school who always wanted to feel his muscles and suck his cock. He was the best cocksucker Joey ever had. Better than any girl. Joey said it was great. This wimp would do anything Joey wanted -- do his homework, bring stuff to school for him, anything. All Joey had to do was flex his muscles for the pathetic little wimp and let him suck his big dick once in awhile. Joey loved it. And now I've got one of those wimps right here in my own house. My own fucking brother." Brian just sat there, completely stunned by what he was hearing. Nate continued to push his sweaty shorts into Brian's face.

"Well, so far, you've had all the fun. You've been beating off to my body twice a day and I ain't gotten shit. That's gonna change, starting right now. I'm gonna start havin' a lot of fun. You've been smelling my sweaty shorts. Well, now smell the real thing!" At that, Nate pulled his shorts away from Brian's face and rammed his cock right up against his nose. Brian breathed in the heady smell of Nate's sweaty crotch. The smell was a lot stronger than the smell of his shorts. Brian was almost blown away by the masculine smell of his sweaty, pumped brother. As Nate's cock was pressing against Brian's face, it was getting bigger and thicker and harder. Nate thrust his hips back and forth, rubbing the big weapon across Brian's cheeks. Instinctively, Brian started licking his brother's big dick and the big balls hanging below it. They were covered with sweat and tasted real salty. Nate's cock stiffened into a steel pipe -- big, thick and hard. It was now pointing upwards. Brian took a break from his licking to get a good look at his brother's dick. It was more than twice the size of Brian's cock, probably about 8 inches long. Brian's erect cock didn't even measure 4 inches. And Nate's cock was thick, real thick. Thick like all the rest of his muscles. Nate liked the feeling of his brother's tongue caressing his big cock and balls. He was really getting aroused. But he had some other things he wanted to do before he came.

"Get off that fucking bed and stand up," ordered Nate. Brian got up and stood next to his brother. "Move over to the mirror," said Nate. "Take off your clothes. Let's compare our bodies." Brian took off his shoes, shirt, pants and underwear. He stood buck naked next to his little brother. The contrast between the two brothers was striking. Brian was about 3 inches taller than Nate, but Nate now outweighed his brother by 10 pounds of muscle. Actually, Nate probably had 50 pounds more muscle on his body than Brian. He was all muscle and Brian was all flab. Brian was pasty white and flabby, with a layer of fat covering his wimpy body. Nate was tan and totally muscular. The only white part of his body was his crotch and butt, which were now exposed to the light. The boys immediately looked at their cocks, which were both totally erect. Nate's was big and thick. Brian's was small and skinny. Nate smiled as he saw how much more of a man he was than his brother.

And of course he was a man in all other ways too. His shoulders were at least six inches wider than his brother's. They were capped with muscle -- delts that looked like cannonballs sitting on top of his wide shoulders. Brian had nothing but bone, and narrow, skinny bone at that. His shoulders were no wider than his hips. Nate's shoulders were twice as wide as his hips. Nate's neck was thick and muscular and his powerful traps bulged out, making him look incredibly athletic and strong. Brian had a skinny little neck and no traps at all. Nate's chest was huge, his big round pecs, striated with fibers, pushing out from his big ribcage. His lats flared out like wings, big slabs of muscle that tapered from his wide shoulders to his narrow hips. Brian had no lats at all. Nate's abs were shredded and hard. The 8-pack of corrugated muscle glistened with sweat. They looked as hard as bricks. Brian didn't have any abs. Just soft fat covering his wimpy gut. Nate's quads and calves looked to be almost twice the size of Brian's. When Nate flexed his quads the big slabs of muscle jumped to attention and became hard as rock and striated with fibers and covered with veins. Brian's legs looked like sticks. Nate's arms bulged with muscle. Big biceps, big triceps, big forearms. All bulging with fibers and veins under his paper thin skin. Brian had -- well, what can we say -- little straws covered with a layer of fat. The difference in the arms of these two brothers was incredible. Total strength compared to total weakness. Nate's face was very good looking, with his blue eyes, perfect white teeth, high cheekbones and strong jaw. He looked like a young movie star. Brian was very plain-looking, not ugly but not good looking at all. It was very clear who got all the looks and muscles in this family.

Nate turned to Brian and said, "You like my body, wimp? Look at my body compared to yours. Its hard to believe we're brothers. I'm such a stud and you're such a wimp. I know you like my body 'cause you have a constant hardon every time you see it." Nate flexed his arms and Brian stared in awe at the bulging muscles of his little brother. He nodded his head in total agreement. Nate continued. "You wanna service me, wimp? You wanna lick these sweaty muscles and then suck my big dick? You wanna suck me so good I shoot a huge load right down your little wimp throat? Yeah, I bet you do. You've been thinkin' about it for weeks, haven't you. Well, today's your lucky day. I'm gonna make you my personal wimp-boy cocksucker. I'm gonna have a little wimp cocksucker just like Joey had and its gonna be you. You're gonna do whatever I want -- which of course you do already -- and as your reward for being a good little boy you get to feel my muscles and suck my cock. You got that, wimp? Shit, it doesn't matter what you think, 'cause you're gonna do it anyway."

At that, Nate grabbed Brian's head and placed his brother's mouth on his flexing bicep. "Lick that muscle, wimp. Lick all the sweat off that big monster." Brian immediately obeyed, caressing Nate's big bicep with his tongue. Nate smiled. "Yeah, you like worshipping my big muscles, don't you big brother. You wanna worship all these big muscles. Well go for it, wimp. These muscles like to be worshipped. I'm gonna get really turned on having you worship my body. Then you can suck my cock and I'll explode in your little throat. This is gonna be real fun."

Brian felt like a kid in a candy store. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine something this good was going to happen to him. He immediately started devouring Nate's body with his hands and his mouth. Nate flexed his muscles and watched his image in the mirror as his brother roamed all over his buff body with his hands and his tongue. Brian lovingly slurped the sweat from Nate's pumped body, licking his bulging pecs and lats that had just finished their brutal workout and were striated and rippling. He rammed his nose into Nate's big, hairless armpit, breathing in the sweat that had gushed out of his pores as he pumped the heavy weights up and down. He sucked on Nate's hard, erect nipples, biting them gently with his teeth. Nate moaned with pleasure as his brother brought his sexual ecstasy to higher and higher levels. While Brian was sucking Nate's nipples he was running his hands all over the young stud's corrugated 8-pack abs, feeling the rock-like hardness of the rippling muscle.

Then he stood behind his muscular brother and felt his huge lats flaring out. The big slabs of muscle were incredibly thick, hard and hot. As he was feeling those big lats with his hands, he got down on his knees and put his face against Nate's muscular bubble butt. Nate's butt was round and hard, packed with muscle that helped him squat with over 200 pounds. His crack was extremely tight, the two big globes of hard muscle pushing in. Brian drove his tongue into the crack, tasting the salty sweat that those two big globes of muscle had produced. He ran his tongue in and out of Nate's crack. Nate moaned again. By now his cock was pulsating. Then Brian moved his hands around and started fondling that big cock and those big balls. Nate looked at his body in the mirror, all pumped and shredded, with his brother's little hands caressing his big weapon. Brian continued to drive his tongue in and out of Nate's ass crack. Sensations of absolute pleasure surged through Nate's body. He was in a total sexual frenzy. He couldn't control himself. He let out a loud yell and his throbbing cock exploded, shooting spurt after spurt of white jism on the mirror. Brian heard Nate yell and felt his cock explode in his hands. Immediately his own cock exploded with spasms of cum that shot under Nate's legs and hit the bottom of the mirror. Both brothers had the most fantastic orgasms of their young lives.

After a few wonderful moments, Nate turned around and faced his kneeling brother. Brian looked up at his brother's body with a look of total admiration. Nate looked down and smiled. "I guess the cocksucking will have to wait until after dinner," he said. Brian looked at that big cock, which was still hard and dripping with cum. He nodded his head. Then Nate punched him playfully but hard on the shoulder. "I gotta go take my shower now. No beating off while I'm gone, you understand, wimp? You gotta do it with me from now on. You're not gonna get off unless I get off. You got that?" Brian kept staring at Nate's pumped muscles and his big cock and said "Yes, sir." This was one order he was happy to obey. Nate smiled and strutted out of the room to the shower. Brian got a damp cloth and cleaned all the cum off the mirror.

THE END

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