Damien
by John D.
Damien was adopted. His parents, Stan and Judy, already had a three-year-old boy, David, but the doctors said that his mother couldn't have any more children and they really wanted another son to play with David. They found Damien through a "private" adoption agency. Damien's father, Mario, was a young construction worker of Italian heritage. He had been a jock in high school who had girls crawling all over his buffed, young body wanting to be fucked by his thick nine inch cock. At 18, Mario was a knockout. Six feet two inches, 220 pounds of rippling, striated muscle. Black hair, brown eyes and beautiful dark, tan skin. An Italian stallion who could fuck any girl he wanted. One of those girls was Damien's mother, Heather, who was only 15 when she became one of Mario's many conquests. Damien's mother was also a jock. She was on the swimming and track teams. At 5' 10", her muscles were strong and graceful. And she was beautiful -- blond, blue eyed and tanned. Her heritage was German. But she was not ready to be a parent -- and Mario had absolutely no interest in being a father (other than biologically) -- so she went to the "private" adoption agency to arrange for a discreet adoption. In these adoptions, the adoptive parents are expected to pay the mother's medical expenses, plus a sizable bonus just to smooth things along.
Stan and Judy were pretty much the opposite of Mario and Heather. Stan was 5' 7" and 130 pounds. He was an accountant who had never played any sports. He tried little league baseball when he was eight, but he was such a failure that he quit. Judy was a school librarian who was the female equivalent of Stan. Bookish and nerdy. Stan and Judy were elated to hear that they were going to be able to adopt a baby boy to play with David. They were given little information about Damien's biological parents. Mainly, they were delighted to hear that the baby was very healthy.
Damien was a beautiful baby. His skin was a golden tan. His eyes were hazel -- not blue and not brown, sort of the best of both. His hair was light brown. Stan and Judy were thrilled to be this little boy's new parents.
As Damien grew, it became clear to Stan and Judy that he was different from David. He started to crawl and walk several months before David had done. He was much more active, seemingly testing his strength by pushing and pulling everything in his reach. His appetite was voracious. Unlike David, who spit out most of his food, Damien loved his food and often wanted more. The pure physicality of Damien was obvious to everyone. Even at three years old, his little body was showing muscles. All that pushing and pulling had developed shoulder, chest and arm muscles that were really noticeable. When he started going to preschool with other children, Damien was clearly the biggest, strongest and most active kid in the group. He was also the most aggressive, pushing other kids out of the way to get what he wanted. Once, when he was four, he got into a fight with another boy over a toy truck. The other boy didn't stand a chance -- he threw a few weak punches at Damien that didn't faze Damien in the least. Then Damien punched him hard in the chest and gut several times and easily wrestled him to the ground with overpowering strength. After the fight, Damien put his foot on the vanquished boy and flexed his arms in triumph in front of the other kids. His biceps actually had little mounds of muscle and it was very obvious to the other kids that this guy was in charge. Damien loved the feeling of power he got when his muscles forced the other boy into submission and he loved the respect that he got from the other kids as a result of his strength.
Damien's brother David, being three years older, was much bigger than Damien. But Damien was much more aggressive than David. The brothers fought constantly. David was always able to punch or wrestle Damien into submission, but as soon as David let go, Damien would challenge David again. "One day I'm going to kick your ass," said Damien after being beaten four times in a row. "Yeah, you and what army, you little snot!" yelled David in reply. David took after his parents, small for his age, bookish, not into sports at all. He constantly had to deal with the aggressiveness of his little brother, who always wanted to play physical games. Since David was bigger, he always won, but he just didn't have Damien's competitive spirit. Damien wanted to win at everything physical, and when he didn't win the first time he tried and tried again. Damien's parents were equally perplexed by their hyperactive son. They had never personally experienced what Damien was obviously now demanding -- lots of sports and other physical activity to challenge his young muscles.
Stan and Judy soon realized that Damien needed more physical outlets. They signed him up for AYSO soccer in kindergarten. He was immediately the star of his team. Not only was he bigger and stronger than the other players, but he was also faster than any of them and very coordinated for a five-year-old. And his competitiveness showed. While the other kids wandered aimlessly around the field, Damien attacked the ball with a vengeance and ran over any kid that dared to get in his way. His team won the city championships and he was voted most valuable player. He became recognized as the most promising young jock in his school.
Even at the age of five, Damien was beautiful. His hazel eyes were clear and bright. He had a strong jaw and very white teeth. He was very good looking. He liked to keep his brown hair short, which made him look pretty macho for a five-year-old. His clear, golden skin tanned easily in the sun. He loved to walk around without a shirt on, proudly displaying his tan muscles, which were clearly bigger and stronger than the little muscles on the other boys in his class. While other kids might watch TV for hours after school, Damien was constantly in motion. He loved to run and play ball and wrestle with other boys and climb trees. His body continued to respond to the physical exercise. Damien was the natural leader of all of the boys. Whatever Damien wanted to do, they wanted to do. If any boy challenged Damien, it took about 30 seconds for Damien to physically show who was the boss -- and that other boy didn't forget the overpowering experience of Damien's young muscles completely controlling him. The girls loved Damien. They loved his feats on the athletic field, they loved the respect he had from all the other boys and they loved his gorgeous face and firm, tan body. They were too young to have a sexual attraction, but something primitive within them drew them to this beautiful, strong, athletic young boy.
In fourth grade, at age nine, Damien started to play football. It seemed like the sport was just made for him. As the tallest, fastest and strongest boy on his team, he became a running back on offense and a linebacker on defense. For once, he could be as aggressive as he wanted against the other boys without having his parents or teachers telling him to "be nice". He could go out there and just pulverize the opposing players and his coach would love him for it. In football, the more aggressive the better, and Damien was as aggressive as they come. As a running back, he outweighed the defensive players by at least 10 or 15 pounds and it was all muscle. His muscular young legs pushed forward like powerful pistons. The nine-year-olds on defense would try to tackle him, but their child-like arms just couldn't contain the force of his muscular, driving legs. If they tried to tackle him above the waist, his powerful shoulders and arms easily pushed them away, as if to say, "get out of my way, wimp." Damien loved to play defense the most. As a linebacker, his job was to power though the offensive linemen and annihilate the player who had the ball -- either the hapless quarterback or the other team's running backs, who were no match for Damien's lightening speed and brute force. Damien easily pushed the offensive line away like insects and powered his way to his prey, hitting the poor opposing players with his shoulderpads and arms with such force that many times they couldn't get up after the hit. After every hit, Damien felt a rush of power surge through his body. He loved the feeling of crushing the opposing players with his muscles, of letting his natural aggression run wild, wild like a powerful, muscular animal taking his prey at his will. The coach loved Damien. Some of the parents of players on the opposing teams demanded to see Damien's birth certificate -- they thought he was at least eleven or twelve -- and they were astounded to find that this muscular young boy was indeed only nine. As part of their training, the young football team did pushups, pullups and situps. Even as a nine-year-old, Damien could do over 100 pushups, 35 pullups and hundreds of situps, by far the most on the team. Even the most athletic of the other players could only do about 25 pushups and 10 pullups. Damien was by far the strongest and most fit football player. When he did pushups, the muscles on his arms and shoulders stood out in bold relief, quite exceptional for a nine-year-old. As he did pullup after pullup, his lats flared out with slabs of muscle and the fibers of his young biceps bulged like cords. His legs were big, strong and could run forever, from years of running and playing hard sports. His abs were hard and corrugated like a washboard. A nine-year-old washboard of muscle. And he hadn't even entered puberty yet.
Damien's parents really didn't know how to handle their athletic, aggressive, jock son. Basically, Damien was so active and physical that he just naturally expected to play in all the sports that he wanted, and he was always the star. While most fathers would help their sons learn to play certain sports by tossing the ball, Damien was so coordinated and athletic that even at nine years old he was a far superior athlete to his father, who gasped in awe as Damien constantly overpowered other boys in athletic competition. He could blow his father away in running, jumping, throwing and tackling. He didn't need his father's help in being a jock. He was a natural born jock. The parents of the other football players all looked and acted like they had been athletes in high school and it was just natural for their sons to take after them. Stan and Judy stood out like a sore thumb at gatherings of the football parents. How ironic that Stan and Judy's son was the biggest, strongest, fastest and most aggressive player on the team when they looked like nerds from the chess club. They had never been in this crowd in high school and they enjoyed basking in the glory that Damien attracted from all the other kids and parents. They loved their beautiful, strong, athletic son dearly, but they began to become apprehensive about how they, the nerds that they were, would be able to control this young stud as he got bigger and stronger, which they knew he would just from looking at him now.
From kindergarten to fourth grade, David had watched Damien's growth, not really comprehending his little brother's genetic superiority that was soon to overtake him. At first, David didn't pay much attention to Damien's body, other than to crush him every time the little boy started a fight. David was the big brother and Damien was the little brother and by the natural order of things, David was in charge. When Damien got into sports, David's parents tried to get him into sports as well. And David really tried. He tried soccer, baseball and even karate, but his puny unathletic body just embarrassed him in everything he tried. He really wanted to be athletic and strong like some of his friends, but (of course he didn't comprehend this at the time) the genetics just weren't there. As he became more frustrated, he began to take out his frustrations by pounding and wrestling his little brother, who kept wanting to fight even though he would lose. David began to look forward to these fights so that he could at least beat up somebody.
Then something started to happen. David, being three years older than Damien, had always been taller, heavier and stronger. When David was 10 and Damien was seven, David began to notice that it wasn't as easy to pin his little brother as it had been. While David was stagnating physically, Damien was growing like a weed. Every month, he was getting taller and heavier, and all the additional weight was solid muscle. For his sports training, Damien started doing pushups, pullups and situps and it wasn't long before he could do several sets of 25 pushups, 10 pullups and 50 situps while David could barely muster three pushups and one pullup in total. Damien loved the way his muscles looked and felt after he had done sets of these exercises. Damien was into so many sports that were challenging and conditioning his body, along with his pushups, pullups and situps, that his muscles were constantly growing bigger, stronger and fitter. He was also eating lots of good, nutritious food that his mother cooked. He had always been a big eater, and now he was eating more food at every meal than his 10-year-old brother. David was astounded at how the muscles on his little brother were growing. He, David, couldn't put any muscle on his body and now this seven-year-old brat was building little bulges on his arms, chest, shoulders and lats. His legs were solid and his butt was round and firm. The wrestling matches became harder and harder for David to win.
Sometime around when Damien turned eight years old the pecking order between David and Damien was changed forever. Damien had just gotten home from basketball practice. He was the star power forward on his school's third grade team. At this practice, his team had played the fourth graders in a heated inter-squad game. Damien was bigger, faster and stronger than any of the fourth graders. When he powered his way to the basket, he easily muscled the older defensive players out of his way with his strong legs, back and shoulders. On defense, he completely overpowered his man, gracefully maneuvering his muscular, agile body right in front and jumping high with his powerful legs to block any shots. After his team had won the game (the fourth graders were humiliated) the other players and his coach congratulated Damien for single-handedly winning the game. Damien was a stud and he knew it. When Damien got home he found David lounging in front of the TV. Damien was pumped and his aggression from the game was still raging in him. He walked over to David, ripped off his tee shirt and yelled, "OK, shitface, now I'm going to kick your ass once and for all!" David had dreaded this day, as he had watched Damien's young body growing bigger and stronger by the month. But David had convinced himself that an 11-year-old could always beat an eight-year-old, so not to worry. However, when David saw Damien's angry, sweaty, ripped body standing over him, he wasn't so sure. In fact, he was downright scared. Since he was three years younger, Damien was still several inches shorter and about 10 pounds lighter than David. But Damien was all muscle. David was mainly flab. The adopted son with the great genetics was about to take his natural place as the master of this household.
Damien grabbed David by his arms and lifted him to his feet. He then pulled David's tee shirt off and stood next to his older brother. For a moment, the two boys stood side by side by the large mirror in the TV room in their shorts. The difference was striking. David was thin and pale, and although taller and heavier than Damien he was weak and out of shape. David's nose was too big for his face. He was not exactly ugly, but very homely. Damien, on the other hand, was the picture of a radiantly beautiful, healthy, strong youth. His face was drop dead gorgeous. His bright hazel eyes (sort of blue, sort of brown) were dazzling. He had strong cheekbones and a powerful jaw, with beautiful light brown hair, cut short, and sparkling bright perfectly spaced teeth. His skin was dark tan, showing the muscles in his body in bold relief. At eight years old, he was still a boy and did not yet have the massive, dense, ripped muscle that his genetics insured he would have after he reached puberty. Nevertheless, he showed the look of things to come. Looking in the mirror, David could see that Damien's shoulders were capped with strong, round muscle while David's shoulders ended in bone. Damien placed his hands on his hips and flared his lats, which jutted out from his body like muscular wings. The V-shape was striking. David tried to do the same thing, but he didn't have any lats and his waist actually seemed wider than his bony shoulders. Damien relaxed and casually moved his arms up and down in a curling motion, tensing the muscles with each rep. His biceps and triceps rippled from the pushups and pullups that he was now doing as part of his rigorous sports training. He flexed his eight-year-old pecs and they bulged out from his chest, the striations of muscle showing clearly. His abs were hard and defined, the flat ribs of muscle developed from thousands of situps and hundreds of hours of hard sports. His butt was round and firm, packed with muscle from vigorous exercise. Damien's legs were big and obviously very powerful for a third grader. In short, he was an eight-year-old muscle stud. Damien compared his body to his older brother's and exclaimed, "Hey, dude, your little brother's not so little any more is he? Look at my fucking muscles compared to your bag of bones!"
The contrast between these non-biological brothers was incredibly striking. David looked like a pale, nerdy ten-year-old (he was 11 but he looked younger). Damien's young body was glowing with strength, power and beauty. He looked older than his eight years. And he was aggressive. Very aggressive. Aggressive like a hungry young lion ready to pounce on a bigger, slower, weaker antelope. As he looked his older brother in the eye, his beautiful face took on a ferocious look and his muscles rippled under his dark tan skin. He was pumped up and ready to show his flabby older brother, who had been beating him up ever since Damien could remember, who was the stud. Damien had absolutely no fear and had supreme confidence in his physical superiority.
David began to tremble in fear, but he also felt a sense of great awe and admiration for his little brother's buffed muscles. His cock twitched as he compared the athletic power of his "baby" brother with his own weakness. As David was contemplating the irony of his little brother actually being stronger that he was, something that he still couldn't fathom, Damien flexed his arms in the mirror. His bicep contracted into a hard ball of muscle. "Hey, flex big bro. Lets see how you stack up to your puny little brother." David flexed his arms, which were white and flaccid. You could hardly see any lump made by his biceps. There was no comparison. Damien's eight-year-old arms were clearly bigger and harder. "Feel my arms, David. Feel the power that I've now got." David was trembling. He hadn't realized that his little brother's muscles had gotten so big and hard. He reached over and squeezed the bicep of his little brother, the brother that he had so easily dominated in years past. Damien's bicep was as hard as a rock. Damien flexed and unflexed his bicep several times to let David completely absorb the power and hardness of his eight-year-old arms. David squeezed as hard as he could, but he couldn't make a dent in his brother's hard bicep. Then Damien put his hands around David's bicep and ordered David to flex as hard as he could. David obeyed, but his squishy bicep was no match for Damien's strong fingers and forearm muscles, which easily crushed David's flabby little bicep. Damien's young muscles had gotten so strong in the past few months that his eight-year-old forearms were stronger than his 11-year-old brother's biceps. Damien felt great. David felt weak and inferior.
Then Damien said, "OK David, let's see who's the boss now." And with that, he picked up his older brother and threw him to the floor. Damien jumped on David and pinned his arms to the ground. David immediately sensed that something was wrong when every move he made to get out of Damien's hold was met with more force than David could overcome. David could smell the sweat coming off Damien's muscular, pumped body. Finally, Damien let David get loose and David tried to pin Damien. Every time David tried to pin him, Damien strained his new young muscles and slowly pushed David away. Damien laughed, "What's the matter big bro? Are my muscles too strong for you now? I know by the way they're growing that I'm going to get so big and strong that I'll be able to crush you like a bug. I am going to be a fucking muscle stud!" With that, Damien took a deep breath, and forced his arms away from his chest, holding onto David the whole time, literally bench pressing David right off his body, and then throwing him off to the side. Then Damien pounced on the exhausted David, pinned his arms and shoulders to the ground and said "Do you give up?" When David shook his head, Damien spun him over on his stomach and grabbed his arms, pushing them forcefully up David's back in a painful full nelson. David's flabby arms were no match for Damien's trained, hard muscles, which rippled with power as they pushed David's arms farther and farther up his spine. Finally, David couldn't take it any longer and said, "I give." Damien let go, stood up, put one foot on David's back and flexed his biceps in triumph, just like he had done to the boy who dared fight with him in pre-school. His beautiful, athletic body radiated with power, as his eight-year-old muscles popped out under his smooth sweaty dark tan skin. Then Damien flipped David over onto his back and sat down on his stomach. "Feel those muscles, big bro", said Damien. "They're going to rule you from now on." David lifted up his hands and ran his fingers over Damien's ripped abs, his bulging pecs, his striated delts and his V-shaped lats. Never in his wildest dreams did David believe that his baby brother would ever look and feel like this. Finally, Damien flexed his arms and David again felt the strength and hardness of Damien's biceps. David trembled in awe. He realized for the first time that his adopted brother was something that he could never be -- incredibly strong, muscular and beautiful. Although David was not familiar with genetics, he knew a superior boy when he saw one and he now realized that Damien was as superior as they come. And he knew that if Damien was this strong as an eight-year-old, he was going to be incredibly strong as a teenager. David knew that he no longer had any chance. "Damien, you are one fucking strong stud," said David. Damien smiled triumphantly, his bright eyes sparkling and his beautiful white teeth contrasting with his dark tan skin. "You're fucking right, big brother, I'm now stronger than you are and you're going to have to start dealing with it. Your kid brother is going to rule you." At that, Damien grabbed David's arms, pinned them down to the floor over his head and dropped his muscular young chest hard on David's weak ribcage, almost knocking the wind out of him. Damien held David to the floor in total control with the force of his muscles for a few moments and then got up and strutted out of the room, leaving his older brother to contemplate what had just happened and what was to come. Just before he left, Damien turned around and hit a most muscular pose for David, like a victorious male lion who had just conquered his rival in the battle to be the dominant male. Damien was fucking buffed and pumped. He knew he was the dominant male.
Damien loved his new role as the dominant brother. He loved to come home from one of his sports practices, find David either studying or watching TV, and wrestle with the older boy, just like he had done when he was younger. But now he could easily overpower David and Damien loved the rush of adrenaline he felt as his strong pumped muscles forced his brother into submission time after time. Every month, it got easier and easier for Damien to beat up David, as Damien continued to grow bigger and stronger and David stayed basically the same. The fights were actually additional workouts for Damien, his young muscles pushing and pulling the limbs of his brother, growing stronger all the time. After each of these thrashings, Damien stood over David like a god, his sweaty muscles pumped and ripped. Damien was totally into his strong and muscular body and loved to flex his muscles for David to admire after he had used them to crush David. One day when Damien was flexing, David started running his hands over Damien's hard muscles. David felt a twinge of sexual excitement as he took in the absolute beauty and power of his brother's young, buffed body. David felt Damien's ripped, corrugated abs, his hard round pecs, his lats that were amazingly developed for an eight-year-old, his powerful shoulders, his strong legs and his firm, round ass. He felt the power of Damien's arms as Damien flexed them over and over in front of David's face, demonstrating his muscular superiority. Damien smiled confidently, as if to say, "Worship these fucking muscles, big bro. Worship their hardness and power. I am your fucking master and you'd better get used to it." David realized that there was absolutely nothing his scrawny body could do resist Damien's growing strength. He was going to be ruled by this superior being -- a boy so beautiful, so muscular, so strong, so athletic, and so aggressive that he was naturally destined to dominate most other people in his life, especially David. Damien flexed his arms in front of David's face and David kissed them in total subservience. Then David devoured Damien's hard muscles with his tongue and hands, feeling every part of Damien's hot body. He worshipped his young master.
Stan and Judy were used to the boys fighting a lot, but it was a shock to them to realize one day that Damien was always winning. They could also see that Damien was now ordering David around, even forcing David to do some of Damien's household chores. They could see that their natural son was now completely under the control of his younger, muscular, aggressive, handsome adopted brother. Strangely, David no longer seemed to resist Damien's domination. They didn't know whether this was because David was now simply incapable of physical resistance against Damien's superior aggressive strength (which was true) or whether David was actually enjoying being dominated by his muscular little brother (which was also true).
After Damien's final football game in fourth grade, when he was nine and David was 12, the family posed for a picture together. Damien was hot and sweaty from the game (of course he was the star again) and took off his shirt. Damien and David stood next to each other for the picture with their parents on either side. Damien was now the same height as David, but much heavier and vastly more muscular. Damien's shoulders looked to be several inches wider than his brother's, and they were packed with muscle. The muscles of his pecs proudly pushed out against his tan skin, while David's chest was flat and sunken. Damien's arms were sinewy and pumped and his lats flared out in a beautiful V from his narrow hips, which looked great in his tight football pants. His corrugated abs were flat and hard. His ass was firm and round, his strong glute muscles and legs having just powered his body through many failed tackles of the opposing players. His legs were big and solid, compared to David's twigs. Damien's face was gorgeous and his skin darkly tanned. He looked like a beautiful, athletic, young Greek god. The contrast with his homely, pale, skinny brother was striking. Stan and Judy loved the picture and sent it along with all their Christmas cards. They were really proud of their handsome, muscular son -- more handsome and muscular than they could have ever imagined -- and they wanted to show him off to their friends. They were sharing vicariously in Damien's glowing youthful, muscular body even as it dwarfed the pathetic geekiness of their natural son, who looked just like them
After football season, Damien convinced his parents to let him take boxing lessons. His fights with David were now so easy for him to win that he needed much more of a challenge for his growing muscles and his aggression. Like football, boxing was a perfect sport for a strong, aggressive, fearless boy, since the whole point of the sport was to knock the other guy senseless while not getting hurt yourself. When Damien arrived at his first lesson, the coach took one look at him and said that he had come to the wrong class. The class for twelve and thirteen-year-olds was tomorrow. Damien said, "I'm in the right class, coach. I'm ten years old." The coach gasped in disbelief, as he had never seen such a big, muscular ten-year-old in his life. "Well," said the coach, "I believe you. But if I let you fight these kids I won't have any boxers after one week. You'll have to come back tomorrow and fight the bigger kids. I think that you're bigger than some of them already." Damien was disappointed that he was going to have to wait a day to box, but he really was looking forward to fighting big kids, the bigger the better. He knew that his muscles were big and strong and he was completely unafraid of fighting kids three years older than himself. He knew he was a stud. . The next day Damien took his first lesson. He was a natural boxer. Besides being very aggressive, something he had been since he was two years old, he was very strong, very coordinated and very fast. At the end of the first day, the coach put him up against a 13-year-old boy who had been on the boxing team for two years. The coach thought this would be a good way to put this cocky young stud in his place. The boy was several inches taller than Damien and probably outweighed him by at least 10 pounds. But Damien's body was much more ripped and muscular. After the boxing lesson, Damien was sweaty, and his pumped muscles rippled under smooth tan skin. When the bell rang, the 13-year-old came charging out and punched Damien several times in the chest and abs. The kid obviously thought that this would show the newcomer who the real boxer was on this team. Damien smiled at the boy, his teeth sparkling bright white against his tan face, as if to say, "is that all you've got?" The punches, which were pretty powerful and would have knocked a lot of boys down, just bounced harmlessly off Damien's hard muscles. The boy looked at Damien in disbelief and tried to throw another punch at Damien's head, but Damien moved his hand quickly up to block it. Then Damien started punching the boy with his muscular arms, relentlessly landing blow after blow to the boy's chest and gut. The muscles on Damien's shoulders, chest and arms pulsated with power, the striations of each muscle fiber bursting out under his smooth, tan skin. His muscular shoulders rammed blow after blow into the flesh of the stunned boy. The power of Damien's punches pushed the boy backwards. The more he pushed the boy back, the more aggressive Damien became in driving his punches harder and harder at the boy's reddened chest and stomach. He did not show the boy any mercy. Mercy was not in Damien's nature. Finally, as the boy staggered to gain his balance, Damien landed a powerful right to his upper gut and the boy crashed to the mat. If Damien had landed that punch to the boy's head, which he could have done, the boy would have been knocked out and possibly injured. As it was, the boy collapsed in a heap, his breath completely knocked out of him by Damien's right arm. Damien put his foot on the boy's limp body and flexed his arms in triumph. His biceps bulged with power, as the coach and the other boxers stared in amazement. Damien loved boxing.
When Damien got home from the boxing match, he immediately went looking for David. He no longer had any interest in beating David up. That was too easy. He was on to much bigger challenges for his buffed body. He had just beat up a 13-year-old boy boxer and he was pumped as hell and wanted to share his experience with his brother. When he found David, he ripped off his shirt and said, "Guess what your little brother just did?" David stared in awe at his brother's buffed, pumped muscles, but didn't have an answer. "I fucking kicked the fucking shit out of the biggest fucking 13-year-old boxer the coach could find on the whole fucking team. His punches felt like a girl's when they hit my fucking hard muscles and my punches fucking pulverized his pathetic flesh. After pounding him in the chest and gut, I let loose with a right to his fucking gut that went deep into his fucking body, driving all the air from his pathetic lungs. He was fucking pulverized! You are looking at one fucking stud!" Damien demonstrated his killer punch by winding up his powerful right arm and hurling it towards David, pulling up just before it would have pulverized David's gut too. David breathed a sigh of relief, and his cock started to harden. David, at age 13, was beginning to go through puberty. He had grown a little pubic hair in his crotch and his cock had grown some. He was turned on sexually by Damien's powerful, buffed muscles and he really looked forward to these encounters with Damien, who loved to show off his muscles just as much as David loved to worship them. Damien moved right next to his brother, pushed his big chest hard against David's scrawny ribcage and ripped off David's shirt. Damien then wrapped his hands around David and crushed him hard, not hard enough to be dangerous, but hard enough to show how strong he was. He then flexed his arms right in front of David's face, as he had done so many times before to show off his muscles. Damien loved to show off his muscles and he knew that his brother loved to worship them. David's cock got harder and he kissed Damien's big bicep over and over. He felt the power of Damien's big biceps and triceps as Damien flexed and unflexed them for his older brother. Then David started caressing Damien's entire pumped torso with his tongue and hands. Damien's shoulders seemed to be getting wider and wider in the last few months and his V shape was now incredible. The mounds of muscle on his shoulders were corded with muscle fibers. His armpits were hot and sweaty. David loved the smell of Damien's jock sweat, and he buried his face in Damien's sexy armpit, the center of his buffed lats, pecs and arms. His pecs were round and hard, the striations clearly showing through his clear, tan skin. His lats were like slabs, slabs of hard meat. As David moved his hands over Damien's lower back, the columns of muscle, built from thousands of hours of exercise and hard sports, felt like solid rock. "Yeah, feel those big strong muscles, big bro. They just fucking crushed a boy twice as big as you! Think of the power of my muscles, big bro. Look how much fucking bigger they are than your pathetic excuse for a body!" Damien felt so strong and powerful and in control. His cock started to harden at the excitement of seeing his strong ripped muscles next to the skeleton body of his brother in the mirror. David moved his tongue over Damien's ripped and shredded abs, so hard and strong that they had easily deflected the big 13-year-old's punches. At the same time, David's hands caressed Damien's firm round ass, the mark of a true athlete. Damien's ass was cream colored, in deep contrast to the dark tan on the rest of his body and his ass was incredibly hard and sexy. Damien moved his fingers in and out of Damien's tight crack, the big globes of muscle flexing and pinching David's fingers each time he slid them into Damien's hot ass. Damien's cock was now bulging under his shorts. He got off on showing off his muscles and he loved to have them worshipped by his brother. He had known for quite a while that his body drove his brother insane.
David slowly pulled down Damien's shorts and underwear. Damien's cock sprang out. Damien's cock had really been growing and it was now much bigger and thicker than David's. David then noticed something that explained the dramatic growth in Damien's cock and the great widening of his shoulders that had been taking place. Damien was also growing pubic hair! Damien was starting to enter puberty when he was only ten years old! Damien and David were turning into men at the same time, even though Damien was three years younger. David got even more excited at this thought, and began to passionately devour Damien's hard body with his mouth and hands. Damien's cock was about twice the size of David's. Big and thick. Kind of golden tan like the rest of his hunky body. It was clear that Damien's superior genetics were going to overcome David in every category. David's small cock got rock hard. He became frenzied in his lust over his brother's beauty, his strong, buffed muscles and his big hard cock. David could smell the musky sweat emanating from Damien's hot crotch as he licked Damien's shredded abs. David began gently licking Damien's big balls, taking in the jock sweat smell that Damien's body produced. Damien's cock became as hard as steel, thrusting proudly outward and upward from his muscular torso. Suddenly, David pulled Damien's cock into his mouth and began to suck the big rod as hard as he could. Damien moaned in pleasure and started thrusting his hips in and out of David's willing mouth. Damien's thick cock pushed its way into David's throat. David didn't gag. He had been dreaming of this moment for a long time. He ran his hands up and down Damien's corrugated abs and around to his firm round butt and tight crack. He felt the athletic power of Damien's hard legs and calves. David was in total ecstasy as he worshipped the absolute superiority of his aggressive young jock brother. Damien writhed in pleasure as he thought about how his strong, rippling muscles were completely dominating his worshipful brother. Damien's aggression intensified, as his cock twitched in ecstasy and his hips thrust back and forth harder and harder. Finally, Damien wanted to cum. And when Damien wanted to cum, there was nothing that could stop him. He pulled his young cock out of David's mouth, grabbed it with his right hand and shot huge spurts of man-boy cum all over David's chest. Damien grunted like a young stud animal. Loud animalistic grunts of the pleasure the dominant young male feels when he has conquered all that have challenged him and is fucking the finest female in the group. Just as Damien was halfway through his long ejaculation, David came as well, shooting spurt after spurt through the air, although David spurted only about half as much cum as his stud brother's muscular body and cock had splattered on David's thin white chest. After both boys had savored this ecstasy for a few moments, David grabbed Damien and kissed him hard on the lips, driving his tongue into Damien's mouth. Damien pressed his hard round pecs up against David, wrapped his muscular arms around his big brother's little body and squeezed.
A few days later at school, Damien was playing touch football on the athletic field with some of his jock friends when he noticed two big seventh grade bullies hassling his brother on the other side of the field. It looked like they were trying to take something from David. One of boys started twisting David's arm behind his back. David was too weak to fight back or to put up any resistance at all. The boys started laughing at David's feeble attempts to resist. "Give us the money, you little wimp, or we'll pound the shit out of your pathetic body", one of them said. They were shaking down David for his lunch money and they obviously thought he was an easy mark. Damien stopped playing football and ran over to were his brother was. "Lay off my brother, you assholes," ordered Damien as he jerked the boy's arm off his brother and placed his pumped, sweaty body between David and the two thugs. As usual Damien wasn't wearing a shirt when he was playing football. "Hey, dude, that nerd is no more your brother than I am," said one of the boys, obviously comparing the physiques of David and Damien. "Go mind your own business, fuckhead," said the other thug. "This is my business, shitface. I'm adopted and he really is my brother. In fact, he's my older brother and us little brothers don't like motherfuckers like you picking on our older brothers," shouted Damien. Damien was the only person entitled to dominate his older brother. "Now this little brother's going to kick the shit out of your fucking fat asses." David was trembling, but Damien was completely fearless. His ripped muscles were sweaty and pumped from the football game. At 10 years old, he wasn't as big as either of the bullies, but he was much more muscular, much fitter and much more aggressive. He stared at the two boys like an animal ready to attack its prey. Suddenly, one of the thugs rushed Damien, only to be met by a powerful right to the gut that stopped him in his tracks. Then Damien unloaded with left and right punches with such power and quickness that at least 20 hard blows must have landed on the thug within a period of about five seconds. The boy's friend was paralyzed in disbelief. The thug tried to back away, but Damien wouldn't stop. His natural born aggression had taken over and he was relentless in his total domination of the boy. After blow after blow to the body, Damien landed a punch on the boy's jaw that was so hard the boy was out before he hit the ground. Without a moment's rest, Damien attacked the other thug, tackling him hard at his chest and forcing him to the ground with overwhelming power. Damien pinned the boy's arms and started twisting them, just like the bully had done to David, until the boy cried out in pain. The big seventh grader's strength was no match for Damien's hard, trained muscles. Then Damien released his iron grip turned the boy over on his back and pounded the boy in his head and chest with hard, powerful fists. Blood started to flow from the boy's nose and his eyes were filled with fear. Finally Damien stopped the beating. The other boy was starting to come to his feet and Damien grabbed both of them by their shirts and held them close to his powerful chest. Damien looked calmly at the terrified boys with his beautiful hazel eyes and said, "If you ever so much as come within 20 feet of my brother again, you're both dead meat." And the bullies knew that Damien could back that up. Damien let them go and they ran away as fast as they could. David turned to his muscular younger brother and said, "Thanks, Damien. You're the man." Damien flexed his rippling arms, flashed his white teeth in a broad smile, and winked at David. Then he ran back to the field and resumed playing touch football as if nothing had happened. From that point forward, none of the other kids in school, no matter how old and no matter how big, wanted to get on Damien's wrong side.
Damien continued his boxing lessons with the 12- and 13-year-old boys and quickly became the best boxer on the team. His raw physical strength was combined with incredible coordination, lightning speed and the kind of aggressiveness that is positively scary. Damien loved the feeling of being able to beat up every boy on the team, boys that were two and three years older, several inches taller and pounds heavier than he was. At ten years old, he became the leader of all the boys on the boxing team, just as he had been the unchallenged leader of all the boys in his grade at school since his was four years old. Damien just naturally became the leader of every group he was in. Although Damien loved to fight, he wasn't a bully -- he never picked on smaller or weaker boys (except for his overpowering wrestling matches with David, which both them loved and which always led to sexual bliss for both brothers). But Damien was confident and aggressive and if any boy challenged him, either directly to a fight or indirectly as the leader of the group, Damien wasted no time in using his superior strength and athletic ability to put the challenger in his rightful place -- subservient to Damien. Occasionally Damien himself would pick a fight -- always with a bigger, older boy. Damien was naturally aggressive and he liked to test his strong muscles and fighting ability and to show off in front of the other boys so that they had no doubt who was the dominant male in the school. Damien also liked the rush of adrenaline he felt surge through his body as his muscles beat up another boy. So far, Damien had won all these fights. He was truly a natural born stud.
The girls at school loved Damien. Both in class (when Damien had to wear a shirt) and after school (when Damien would display his tanned muscles for all to see) the girls loved to feel Damien's muscles. And Damien loved to show off his buffed body as the girls' tender hands felt each striation and fiber of muscle that rippled under his beautiful clear tan skin. He was completely uninhibited and wasn't shy at all around girls. Sometimes he would walk up to a girl who he knew dug his body and would flex his arm right in her face. Or maybe he would place her hand directly on his flat, ripped abs and rub it up and down over the hard, corrugated muscle. Or sometimes he would place the girl's hand on his hard, round pec and flex the muscle a few times, letting her fingers feel the cleavage between his two big pecs. Every time the girl would sigh in admiration and awe. When Damien entered puberty, the girls went wild, for they could see his body getting bigger and his muscles getting harder as he became a young man while the other boys his age remained boys. They could also see the growing bulge in his shorts as his cock got bigger and thicker. Damien was so much bigger, more muscular and aggressive than the other boys in his class that all the girls were irresistibly attracted to him. They all wanted to be near this beautiful, muscular, confident young boy-man. Several other boys in his class would watch Damien flex his muscles from a distance, wishing wistfully that they might have such a body and also wishing that they could feel Damien's ripped muscles like the girls could. They definitely wouldn't get their first wish. If they tried hard enough, they might get their second wish. Damien got turned on when the girls would ooh and ahh as they felt his buffed body. His cock started to grow as their hands caressed his hard biceps, his rippled abs, his full, round pecs and his big wide lats. A few of the more daring girls would move their hands under his shorts and feel his hard cock, wrapping their small white fingers around the big, thick, tan, steel-like shaft. As they looked Damien in his beautiful eyes, their expression would suggest, "I want to be fucked by your muscular stud body and big cock some day, Damien." Damien would smile confidently, his tan, drop-dead handsome face glowing and his perfectly spaced white teeth sparkling. He would twitch his cock and flex his muscles as if to say, "I know what you want and someday you're going to get it. I'm going to fuck you and every other hot girl in this whole school." He knew he was a stud and the girls knew that he knew it. This only got them hotter.
As Damien continued through puberty, he grew upward and outward. He had always been bigger than other boys his age, but now that his hormones were raging in his adolescent body, he started to spurt up in height, his shoulders got noticeably broader, and his ribcage expanded by many inches. He was becoming a young man, a gorgeous, muscular, totally buffed young man. His appetite shot up and he was now eating twice as much food as his brother. Like many naturally muscular athletes, Damien really didn't have an interest in lifting weights. His muscles were already big and strong from all his sports and from the pushups, pullups, dips and situps that he did as part of his training. So he didn't really see the point of spending time in the weight room, which seemed pretty boring compared to the active sports that he loved. However, to his brother David weights offered a chance, perhaps a slim chance, of putting some muscle on his body so he might be able to fight back when a bully attacked him. David knew that he wouldn't always have Damien around to protect him. In the spring of David's 9th grade year, when he was 15 and Damien was a 12-year-old 6th grader, David convinced his parents to buy him a weight set. He bought a 250 pound set, which was much more than his skinny body needed, but he hoped (dreamed) that perhaps his muscles would indeed grow and that he would be able to use all that weight. Second, and more realistically, he had a hunch that eventually Damien would want to try his weights and he knew Damien would need some seriously heavy weights. David set up the weights in the garage. He had a combination bench and squat rack, a barbell and dumbbells. David started with a beginner's routine, lifting three times a week. After three months of pretty serious workouts, David had gained five pounds, to 105 pounds bodyweight at 5' 5", and had increased his bench press from 40 to 60 pounds, his military press from 30 to 40 pounds, his curls from 25 to 30 pounds and his squat from 60 to 80 pounds. He was pretty proud of himself. He was no Arnold Schwartzenegger, but he felt and looked stronger. Damien began to notice the slight changes in David's body.
One day at the beginning of summer, David was working out in the garage when Damien walked in. Damien was wearing nothing but some loose-fitting shorts that hung low on his narrow hips, exposing the top of his firm round ass and his sexy ass crack. The tops of his two buns were as tan as the rest of him, since he liked to wear his shorts loose and low, just held up by his hard, round ass muscles. His abs were shredded and the shorts were so low that David could see a little of Damien's pubic hair. Damien had just finished running. His dark tan skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat and his veins were clearly showing as his powerful heart pumped huge amounts of blood through his muscular body after the cardiovascular workout. David looked at his brother's buffed body in awe. Damien stood 5' 9" tall and weighed 135 pounds, four inches taller and 30 pounds heavier than David. Damien was the picture of a young, muscular athlete. He combined the absolute best genetics of his Italian and German heritage. His muscles were beautifully shaped, ripped and defined. His wide, muscular shoulders tapered down to very narrow athletic hips. His chest was big and powerful, his firm, round pecs bulging out from his big ribcage and his lats forming wedges of V-shaped muscle. The contrast of his small, muscular, shredded waist with his broad shoulders and wide lats was striking. That waist was small, but those abs were incredibly hard and strong. His legs were like trees, hard and strong, and his calves bulged with muscle from all his running and hard sports. This is what David was training to become (not a chance!) and his 12-year-old brother already looked like a young Greek god without ever having lifted a weight. Damien's face was drop-dead gorgeous. He had light brown hair, cut short as always, beautiful clear hazel eyes, strong cheekbones and jaw, very tan skin, evenly spaced whiter-than-white teeth, and a strong, muscular neck. What a stud, thought David. David's cock immediately got rock hard as he contemplated the absolute beauty and physical perfection of his adoptive brother.
Damien walked over to David and said, "Move over, bro, I wanna lift." This was not a request to share David's equipment. This was an order that David had to obey, just as he obeyed every other order Damien gave. David's weight set was now effectively Damien's. Damien was taking over. David could still lift, but he knew he was there to serve Damien's wishes -- spotting, loading weights, whatever Damien wanted. Damien was and always would be dominant in their relationship and David would serve him. David had been doing bench presses, barely squeezing out eight reps with 60 pounds. Damien moved his glowing, muscular body under the bar and pumped the weight up and down effortlessly for 50 reps. Finally he got bored and stopped. "Hey, this weight's much too light, bro. Gotta put on some real weight for these muscles!" Damien flexed his pecs, which ballooned with pumped muscle. Damien and David loaded the bar with another 60 pounds, a total of 120. Damien pumped out 10 reps, hardly straining at all. "Hey, bro, this 12-year-old kid is pretty strong for never lifting a weight before. I feel big and strong! Lets add some more weight!" The boys added another 10 pounds on each side. The total weight was 140. More than double what David was straining to lift. Most teenagers couldn't touch this weight in their first workout, let alone 12-year-olds. Damien took a deep breath. He pushed up on the heavy bar, the muscles in his chest, shoulders and arms bulged and rippled with power. As David spotted, watching his brother's muscles gorge with blood and the fibers of his muscles strain under his tan skin, Damien pumped out five solid reps, straining a little during the last two reps. After Damien finished his set, he flexed his muscles in the mirror David had set up in the garage. The muscles of his pecs, shoulders and arms were bursting out from under his dark tan skin as they never had before. His pump was incredible. "Hey, bro, look at my fucking muscles. They're getting huge! I feel as strong as a fucking bull! I wanna do one more set with even more fucking weight!" The boys added another five pounds to each side of the bar, making a total of 150 pounds of iron. Damien lay down on the bench. As David looked down, he couldn't help but admire the size of Damien's big chest which contrasted starkly with his trim, shredded waist. His lower back didn't even touch the bench as Damien grabbed the bar with his strong hands. Damien's midsection was being lifted off the bench by his muscular, round ass and his big chest. His tight, rippling abs provided the steel-girder like link between these two muscular parts of Damien's body. Damien took a huge breath and pushed up on the heavy bar, pressing out another three reps and grunting like an animal as he forced out each rep. The last rep was tough. David had to help ever so slightly with his spot. David's cock twitched in excitement as he watched Damien's chest bulge with power as his blood-engorged pecs slowly pushed up the big weight for the last rep. When he had finished, Damien let the weight drop heavily onto the rack and he lept off the bench. His pecs, shoulders and arms were unbelievably pumped, the fibers of muscle and veins straining to push out from his tan, paper thin skin. Damien looked at himself in the mirror and flexed his biceps. His muscles were bigger than they had ever been before. David flexed his biceps next to Damien, and every muscle on his puny body was completely dwarfed by Damien's big, rippling, buffed, hard muscles. Damien's cock started to get hard at the sight of his amazing muscles next to those of his weakling brother. Damien smiled at David said, "Hey big bro, I think I like lifting. Look what it does to my muscles! They seem to respond to the weights more than yours!" Damien laughed at the understatement he had just made.
David reached over and felt the size and hardness of Damien's tremendously pumped up pecs, his ripped delts and his blood-engorged arms. He felt the awesome pump that the heavy weights had given Damien's muscles in just four sets. Damien's young muscles had been waiting for the chance to be challenged by heavy weights, and now that they were able to push hard on the iron, they just exploded. David's cock got harder as he took in the muscular beauty of his brother. David started kissing Damien's big pecs, delts, arms and lats. "Damien, your muscles were born to thrive on these weights. They want to push heavy weights. You are going to get so fucking big and strong that I won't be able to arm wrestle your little finger," said David in absolute awe at how his brother's muscles had responded to the four very intense sets of bench presses. "You're fucking right, bro. I rule!" shouted Damien, as his cock got even harder. David moved his hands and tongue over every part of Damien's sexy body. David smelled the sweat of Damien's hairy armpits. He felt Damien's slab-like lats that formed one side of those muscular armpits, as well as his bulging pecs and arms that formed the other sides. He felt the round hardness of Damien's beautiful ass, the top deeply tanned all the way past the start of his ass crack. David drove his tongue between Damien's ass cheeks, smelling and tasting the heady jock sweat. Damien's ass was the sexiest part of his hot body, very round, firm and athletic. David then felt the tree like size and hardness of Damien's legs, built up from hours of running and tough football workouts. "You like my big muscles, bro? Yeah, I know you do. Worship these fucking muscles you little wimp." Damien really got off on comparing his big muscles with the skin and bones of his brother. He loved his body. He loved to have his muscles worshipped by his brother. He loved to be dominant. David loved to worship his brother's beautiful buffed muscles. He felt so weak and powerless next to the overwhelming strength of his 12-year-old stud brother. He knew his natural place was to serve Damien. He loved his brother's sexy, muscular body more than anything in the world. He got even more turned on as he realized that his brother was now going to get even bigger and more muscular by lifting weights. David became frenzied in his caressing of Damien's buffed young muscle body.
Both boys were now incredibly turned on and David licked Damien's shredded abs and kneaded Damien's hard, muscular buns with his hands. Damien's ass muscles were barely holding up his low hanging shorts, and David slowly lowered them over that hard ass and huge cock. The shorts dropped to the ground and Damien's cock sprang up, big, thick and hard. David admired Damien's sexy tan line, so low that it a full third of his ass was darkly tanned and the other two thirds was cream colored. David could clearly see where those sexy shorts had hung low on his hips, almost, but not quite exposing his crotch. The hardness and flatness of Damien's tan lower abdominal muscles were unbelievably sexy. Damien's big young cock throbbed right in front of David's admiring face. David could smell the hot sweat coming from Damien's crotch. David was convinced that jocks like Damien made sweat that smelled much sexier than ordinary people like him. David started to lick Damien's big cock, running his tongue up and down the long, thick shaft. Finally Damien couldn't take it any more. He grabbed his cock and pushed it into David's mouth. David sucked Damien's thick, golden dick, running his mouth up and down the thick, hard shaft. Damien started thrusting his strong hips, forcing his big cock deep into David's throat. Damien's cock was still growing, just like the rest of his body, but it already measured eight inches. David's hands reached up and felt Damien's corrugated ab muscles which tensed with each thrust. Damien's abs were incredibly hard and shredded. Then David reached behind and grabbed Damien's ass, which felt so hard, round and muscular as it rammed Damien's cock into David's willing throat. What a stud, thought David. He was incredibly aroused. Damien's cock and muscles started to get even harder as he became unbelievably excited, and his thrusts into David's mouth became fast and very strong. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out and pointed it at David's face. Damien made loud, deep primeval grunts as he spurted about ten times, shooting a huge amount of cum on David's face and chest. As Damien was still holding his big cock, watching the final spurts of cum pump out, David started to cum. He rubbed Damien's shredded abs with one hand and shot a huge load while holding his cock with his other hand. Although his load didn't compare with Damien's, David was in ecstasy, having an unbelievable orgasm as he worshipped the young muscle-god that was his brother.
After the hot sex, Damien continued his workout. He did four sets of every exercise. Somehow, he knew exactly what to do. And he did it with much more intensity than David had ever done. He warmed up for one set with a light (for him) weight and then did three sets with heavy work poundages. His muscles had already been trained from years of athletics, plus pushups, pullups and situps. He didn't need to start with a beginner's routine. He went directly to the advanced program that David had just begun after three months. Except that Damien used more than twice as much weight as David in each exercise. He used 95 pounds for the military press. His shoulders just buzzed and bulged under his tan paper thin skin as he forced the heavy bar up over his head rep after rep. His muscular arms could curl 75 pounds for ten reps. The fibers in his biceps looked like steel cords and his veins were gorged with blood as he slowly curled the weight up and down. His legs could do 10 squats with 200 pounds and he made it look easy. Damien's legs had dragged many tacklers through the field and they were fucking strong. David tried to do his workout along with Damien, but Damien required much heavier weights and he only rested about a minute between sets, so David was soon cast aside. Damien's lifting needs took priority. Everyone knows that the wimps can't keep up with the big boys. David spotted and helped load weights as Damien powered through his tough workout. David did a few sets after Damien had finished his intense workout. Damien didn't wait around to help. He flexed in the mirror and left. He was the muscle stud.
Damien really got into lifting. He knew that proper nutrition was very important in building muscle, so he ate even more food than before. He also started to drink protein shakes between meals, forcing incredible amounts of protein into his body. At the dinner table, his parents couldn't believe how much he could eat and his father couldn't believe how big he was getting. At 12, he was now much bigger and stronger than his father. Stan knew that he was now powerless to control his muscular son. One day Damien had done something that Stan didn't like and the father approached the son to discuss punishment. Damien was now several inches taller than his father and much more muscular. He stood next to his father and pressed his big pecs into his father's little chest. Then he grabbed Stan's upper arm and squeezed hard, not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough for Stan to feel how strong Damien's forearms were. Then Damien flexed his own right bicep and lifted his father's hand up to feel it. Stan gasped as he felt the size and hardness of his 12-year-old son's arm. Damien looked into his father's apprehensive eyes and said, "You gonna do something to me, dad? I don't think so." That ended the discussion. Of course, Damien would never have been able to get away with this insubordination against his biological father's 220 pounds of hard muscle. But against his adoptive father's 130 pounds of wimpy flab, it was no contest. Damien ruled.
"Gimme some more meat, mom. I'm going to get huge this summer," said Damien. His parents bought him all the food and supplements he wanted. They didn't want to have a confrontation with this muscular boy who could now pulverize his father with one hand tied behind his back. And they also really liked his big muscles. They were proud of their muscular, handsome son and they wanted to help him get as big as he wanted to be. Damien worked out five days a week all summer. David was always there to spot, load weights and give moral encouragement as Damien challenged his muscles to push and pull ever heavier weights. Damien worked out with incredible intensity. His muscles seemed to get bigger and stronger with each workout. Every week it seemed that he was adding five or ten pounds to his exercise weights. Not too many weeks after Damien started lifting, the boys had to buy more plates for David's set. Damien was already too strong. He could see the slabs of muscle growing on his chest and lats, which were becoming huge. He watched as inches of hard muscle were packed on to his muscular arms. His biceps bulged with the muscular fibers and veins clearly visible under his thin skin and when he flexed his triceps, the huge heads of muscle popped out with the striations looking like an anatomy chart. His delts got thicker and wider, looking like striated melons capping his broad shoulders. His legs were becoming truly massive, the heavy squats adding many inches of thick muscle. He could hardly wait for football season. His hips remained narrow and his waist small and shredded, although his abs had become even harder and more corrugated. His round ass was rounder, firmer and stronger than ever. Even though he was consuming huge amounts of food and supplements, he never put on an ounce of fat. His genetics just wouldn't permit it. After Damien's workouts, he loved to flex his tremendously pumped muscles in the mirror. Damien loved to watch his muscles flex, the fibers and veins pulsating under his thin tan skin, and he loved to have David worship his buffed body. After each of Damien's intense workouts, David caressed and worshipped every one of Damien's growing young muscles and his stud cock. Each of these sessions always ended up in incredibly hot sex. Damien and David had a great summer.
When Damien showed up for the first seventh grade football practice at the end of the summer, the coach and the other players couldn't believe what they saw. Damien arrived at the practice wearing just his low hanging shorts and sneakers. He now stood 5' 10" and weighed 170 pounds of deeply tanned, rippling, shredded muscle. He had gained an inch in height and 35 pounds of solid muscle over the summer. And he was still 12 years old. He looked like a man among boys compared to the other seventh grade football players, most of whom hadn't even gone through puberty yet. His chest measured 44 inches, his arms 16 and his legs 24, while his muscular waist was only 28 inches. He looked like an incredibly muscular high school senior, not a seventh grade boy. He could now bench press 260 pounds, military press 170, curl 140 and squat with 325, all for several reps. He was more than twice as strong as any other player on the team and outweighed most of them by 50 pounds, all solid muscle. The other players gathered around Damien. "Jesus, Damien, you really got big this summer. You're incredible. Can we feel your muscles?" said one of the players. "Sure," said Damien, "feel how fucking big and hard and strong these muscles are. They've gotten huge and they're going to kick ass!" Damien was proud of his muscles and he was completely aggressive and uninhibited. He liked his muscles to be admired. They deserved to be admired. They were buff! Practically the whole team came up and felt Damien's incredibly massive and shredded biceps, triceps, delts, pecs, lats, abs and legs. Damien did a number of muscle poses, showing off every muscle in his body. If Damien looked like a young Greek god at the beginning of the summer, he now looked like a young Greek god who had just won the Olympics. He was a total muscle stud. His shoulders were incredibly wide and muscular, his delts looking as big and hard as cannonballs and striated with cords of muscle. His arms were massive and muscular. Even relaxed, they were thick and incredibly cut -- the fibers of the biceps and triceps showed clearly along with the big veins running under Damien's thin, tan skin, veins that provided the surging blood that fueled his huge muscles. His biceps bulged with every little move of his arms, their steel-spring strength ready to crush any resistance at Damien's will. Damien's triceps bulged out from the back of his arms with tremendous mass and power, power that would easily push away any player who tried to tackle him. His pecs now stood out on his big chest like huge mounds of muscle. The cleavage between his two huge pecs was deep, and the hard fibers of muscle were clearly defined on each side. His lats were like giant slabs of veiny beef, forming a striking "V" between his very broad shoulders and his very narrow hips. His lower back muscles formed big, solid ridges and his firm, round ass proudly bulged out, the two muscular globes holding up his loose, low hanging shorts. His abs were incredibly shredded and deeply tanned, his low tan line going almost down to his pubic hair. His legs had grown immensely over the summer. Before, they were the legs of an athlete who did a lot of running and rough sports. Now they were the legs of a powerful young bodybuilder/football player, big and muscular and incredibly strong. His calves bulged out, showing the diamond shape of his powerful, fast, strong muscles. As the other players were taking in the size and hardness of Damien's rippling muscles, Damien said, "These muscles are going to fucking annihilate our opposition this year. I'm three times as strong as I was last year and I'm just going to tear those motherfuckers apart. I can't wait to run right through the biggest guys they can find. These legs are so strong that their pathetic tackles won't faze me in the least. They're going to need two or three big guys to bring me down. On defense, I'm just going to blow by those fat linemen, blasting any of them who are stupid enough to get in my way with these big, ripped arms, and then I'm going to fucking crush their fucking quarterback, hitting him so fast and hard with these big shoulders and arms that he'll wish he never picked up a football. I can fucking hardly wait for the first game!" Damien was aggressive and confident as usual. And his new big muscles made his aggression even scarier than before. The other players could tell that his 12-year-old muscle-stud body was capable of doing everything he said. The coach smiled. He could see a league championship this year, maybe even the state championship. Damien was an incredible young man, something a coach gets only once in a lifetime, if he's lucky.
During the first practice Damien proved that he was not kidding about his strength and fitness. The team did some pushups and situps. Damien did over 200 pushups. Finally, he got bored and asked one of the other players, who had stopped after 15, to get on his back. Damien pumped out another 50 pushups with the 120 pound player lying face down on his back. That player couldn't help but put his hands on Damien's bulging pecs, delts and triceps as Damien pumped out rep after rep. The player could also feel Damien's hard round ass pushing up into his crotch. The player got an immediate hard-on. Then the team did some situps. Damien was still doing situps -- he had done over 500 reps -- when the coach told the players to stop. Damien's abs were corrugated like a washboard, totally shredded and hard as a steel plate. At the end of the practice, the players put on some shoulderpads and practiced tackling. The coach decided that it would be good defensive practice to have the whole team try to tackle Damien. So he gave the ball to Damien on the one yard line and told all the other players, offensive and defensive, who were lined up downfield, to tackle Damien as he ran down the field. Damien tucked the ball under his big arm and started running downfield. His massive legs thrust up and down like the pistons of a locomotive, powered by his huge quads and the big, round glutes of his firm ass. Besides being very strong, Damien was very fast and coordinated and he could have easily weaved in and out of the defensive players. But today, he decided he was just going to be very strong. He wanted to test his new weight-trained strength. He just ran straight ahead, daring everyone on the team to try to tackle him. Several players dove at his legs and tried to bring him down, but they made absolutely no impact on the piston-like power of his muscular legs. They tried to hold on, but were forced to drop off by the brute force of Damien's massive legs. A few other boys tried to tackle Damien at the waist. They wished they hadn't. Damien just pushed them aside or ran over them with his big body, his big feet stepping right on the torsos of the unfortunate boys who happened to fall under his pulverizing legs. Finally, a few brave boys tried to tackle Damien up high, trying to jump on him and drag him down. Damien either batted them aside with his arms, hitting them away like irritating insects, or he simply carried them downfield on his shoulders, finally ripping their arms away with his powerful hands and forearms. Over 30 players tried to tackle Damien as he ran down the field, sometimes in groups of three of four. Damien never missed a step and never slowed down. He just plowed through every player in his way. He crossed the goal line after his 99 yard run and held the ball high in the air. He turned back towards the other players, flexed his big, pumped arms and smiled. Most of the other players were still on the ground, trying to recover from being flattened by Damien. Damien felt enormously big and strong. Damien felt great.
David had watched the whole experience. He had come to the practice with Damien and stood at the sidelines watching his muscular brother flex his muscles, pump up with pushups and situps and then overwhelm the entire team with his brute strength. Damien now outweighed David by 60 pounds of solid muscle. While Damien had gained 35 pounds of muscle during the summer, David had only managed to gain five pounds, to a whopping 110 pounds, from the workouts he managed to get in after Damien had finished with his powerful, intense lifting. But David didn't mind that his little brother was now immensely bigger and stronger than he was. The bigger, more muscular and stronger Damien got, the more David wanted him. And the bigger, more muscular and stronger Damien got, the more he got turned on by his muscles. He got the most turned on when he saw his big, strong, rippling muscles next to the puny squishy flesh of weaklings, like his brother. Damien loved being a muscle stud. He loved being much bigger, stronger and more muscular than other boys. After practice was over and Damien had received much further admiration from his teammates and the coach, Damien and David walked home together. Damien was still pumped from the practice and he was really looking forward to having David worship his muscles and having hot sex. David had also gotten unbelievably turned on watching his brother kick ass in football practice. As they walked home, David said "Damien, you were unbelievable. You are fucking twice as big and strong as any of those other football jocks. You are totally hot. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you as my brother. I've been thinking about this for a long time. I want you to fuck me in the ass when we get home. I want to feel those big muscles pounding that thick, hard cock into my little tight ass. I want you to totally take me." Damien's cock immediately got as hard as a steel pipe under his shorts. "Bro, are you sure you know what you're asking for? These fucking big hard muscles and this fucking big, thick cock will just pulverize your wimpy body and asshole if I let them go. I don't know if you can take 170 pounds of muscle pumping an eight and one half inch dick up your sorry little ass. Are you sure you want this?" Damien's cock got unbelievably hard at the thought of his muscular, young body ramming his big cock up his brother's ass. When David nodded his head, Damien shouted "Big bro, you've got a deal! I'm going to use this huge body and these big, strong muscles to completely overwhelm you and then I'm going to pump this thick hard cock all the way up your wimpy little ass as far as it will go. I'm going to feel like a fucking stud, which of course I am." At that, Damien wrapped his muscular 16 inch arm around David's little neck and flexed his big bicep. David placed his hand on Damien's big, throbbing cock and squeezed. The boys hurried home.
The brothers immediately went to David's room and shut the door. David jumped onto Damien's back and felt the size and hardness of Damien's shoulders, arms and pecs. "Do some squats, Damien. Pump up those big legs," said David. Damien pumped out 25 quick reps with David on his back. David jumped down and felt Damien's big, hard legs and ass, those huge muscles that had just run over every other football player on Damien's team like they were third graders. "Do some pushups, Damien. I want to get on your back just like Bobby did." David got on Damien's muscular back and Damien pumped out 50 fast pushups. David felt the huge muscular mass of Damien's pecs, delts and arms get unbelievably hard with every rep. He wedged his hard cock into Damien's round hard ass, feeling the power of those hard muscles. Doing pushups with David on his back was child's play for Damien. He never even started to get tired. "Do some crunches, Damien. I want to feel the incredible hard ridges of your abs." Damien started doing crunches, easily doing about two per second. After a minute he had done 120 and his abs were cut like by a knife. David ran his hands over Damien's abs and felt their corrugated hardness. Both Damien and David were incredibly turned on by Damien's display of muscular strength. David said, "Remember when you were eight and I was 11 and you beat me in wrestling for the first time? I'll never forget the feeling I had when I was completely overpowered by your buffed young muscles. You were incredibly strong. I felt like a total weakling being beaten by a superior young god. You were a fucking muscle stud even at eight years old. Now, even though you're only 12, your muscles are unbelievable. Your muscles are as big as an 18-year-old's. I want you to totally thrash me, just like you did when you were eight. I want to feel the power of those big muscles. I want to feel how fucking strong you are. I want you to fuck me with your big cock." Damien's cock got rock hard at the thought. "OK, you little wimp, you asked for it. I'm going to thrash your pathetic body with these big muscles. These muscles are going to show you who the stud is in this family." With that, Damien picked up David and threw him violently on the floor. Damien dived on top of David's little 110 pound body with his 170 pounds of solid muscle and pinned David's arms to the ground with his right hand. "Try to get up wimp," said Damien. David struggled as hard as he could, but Damien's one arm was much stronger than both of David's arms. Damien then toyed with David, letting him get up and then forcing him to the ground again. He held David's arms down with one hand and rubbed his sweaty armpit in David's nose. "You like the smell of my sweat, David? I sweat a lot when I'm working out these big muscles and when I play football. Smell the sweat of a muscle stud, bro. I'm so fucking strong I could crush your ass with one arm." Damien used his big arms against David's legs, challenging David to try to extend a leg while Damien held it with his arm. Damien's muscular 16 inch arms were twice as strong as David's legs. Damien pushed and pulled David's arms and legs, just as he had done to exercise his growing muscles when he was eight years old. Only now, Damien was so much stronger than David that it seemed like David was putting up no resistance at all against Damien's incredible strength. Damien said, "I want to arm wrestle you, with my little finger against your whole arm." David remembered that he had once predicted that Damien would be able to beat him doing this, but he was hoping that his hand and arm would be stronger than Damien's little finger. The boys got into arm wrestling position, with David's hand grabbing just Damien's little finger of his right hand. David said "go" and he tried to force Damien's finger back, but the muscles in Damien's arm and hand were just too strong and his finger wouldn't budge. Then Damien smiled and his huge bicep, pec and delt started to flex at Damien's will as he easily pushed David's arm down, using only his little finger. David was awed at Damien's amazing strength. "You want to see strength, bro? I'll show you strength." Damien picked up his brother. He grabbed David with his two big hands and lifted David over his head. He then pressed David up and down 20 times. This was nothing for Damien, who could military press 170 pounds for several reps. Next he curled Damien with his strong biceps. Damien reached over and felt Damien's huge, corded biceps tensing at each rep. Damien put David down, flexed his biceps and rubbed his left armpit in David's face, letting David smell the jock sweat that he had produced in football practice and during this light workout. While smelling Damien's heady sweat, David felt the size and hardness of Damien's right bicep. "Smell that sweat, David. Feel those muscles. When those big muscles work out, my body sweats the way a muscular jock sweats. Strong, powerful sweat, just like my strong, powerful muscles. You can't do that David. Your little body just can't sweat the way I do. Those little muscles just can't pump up the way mine do. You've got to deal with the fact that your little brother is a fucking musclestud and you're a skinny nerd. I fucking rule your ass." Damien rubbed his big hairy armpit in David's nose. David's cock got harder. "Worship this big, strong body, you little wimp," ordered Damien. "You like these big muscles, don't you big bro? You want to get fucked by these big muscles and this big thick cock, don't you, big bro. You've always loved my muscles. You know that I am your god. Worship these big muscles and this huge cock that rule your pathetic excuse for a body."
At that, David moved his hands and tongue over every part of Damien's buffed body, from his huge, pumped ham-like arms, to his big wide totally ripped delts, his bulging striated pecs, his massive slabs of lats and his incredibly shredded abs. David sucked on Damien's erect, hard nipples which protruded proudly from his massive, round pecs. Then David pulled down Damien's low hanging shorts, exposing his ass and cock, which popped out like a steel pipe. David immediately started licking Damien's big balls and sucking Damien's hard cock while his hands felt the hardness of Damien's firm round ass and the tightness of his ass crack. He ran his fingers into Damien's ass crack, feeling the tightness of the muscle as Damien flexed his powerful glutes. David felt the power and size of Damien's legs and calves, the legs that had plowed through 30 seventh grade football players. And he smelled the wonderful pungent sweat that was being produced by Damien's hot crotch. David sucked that big cock and worshipped the rippling muscles of his 12-year-old stud brother. Suddenly and without warning, Damien pulled his cock out of David's mouth, spun him around and pushed him against the bed. David's little white ass looked small and tender next to Damien's hard ab muscles and big, hard cock. Damien's cock was throbbing with excitement. Damien spit three times into David's white little ass and then immediately straddled his brother, his pumped muscular body ready to fuck the shit out of David's tight little virgin ass. Damien grabbed his cock and guided it into David's welcoming crack with his right hand. David groaned in pain and pleasure as he felt Damien's big cock head penetrate forcefully into his tight little ass. Then Damien started thrusting his hips with the incredible power of his abs and ass working together like a muscular pile driver. His whole 170 pounds of ripped, hard muscles forced his thick, eight-and-one-half-inch cock deeper and deeper into David's ass with powerful thrusts, until finally it was all the way in. David moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure and with each moan, Damien pumped harder and harder. "Feel that big dick up your ass, bro. Feel this big body completely dominating you. Feel the power of these muscles ramming my big hard cock up your ass. I feel like a fucking muscle god! I am a fucking muscle god!" Damien got hotter and hotter as he pumped his big cock into David's ass and saw his big muscles bulge with power as they completely overwhelmed his brother. "Fuck me hard, Damien. Let your muscles and cock just go wild on my little body. I want to feel all of your fucking force and power. I want you to take me." Damien's natural aggression started taking over. He felt like a wild animal, the dominant young lion among all the lions, able to fuck anything he wanted. He looked down and saw his bulging pecs and his shredded abs pulsating with power with each great thrust of his cock. He saw the muscular fibers in his big forearms writhe like snakes as he held on to his brother and forced his cock deeper and deeper into David's tight ass. He saw and felt the tremendous size and thickness of his young cock, as it pulsated with incredible pleasure inside David's tight ass. Damien loved the feeling of superiority and power he got as he wildly fucked his brother. Finally, Damien reached a frenzy of sexual excitement. He yelled out with extreme lust as his cock exploded inside David's ass, pumping spurt after spurt of jism deep inside David, jism that contained millions of Damien's genetically superior sperm. Damien's young nerves felt ultimate spasms of sexual ecstasy as his hard, stimulated cock pumped in and out of David's ass releasing its huge loads of cum. Damien had never experienced such ultimate ecstasy in his life. As David felt Damien's huge cock cumming inside him, he was overcome with sexual excitement and shot his load all over his bed. The feeling of his muscular little brother's cock deep inside him and the feeling of his brother's big, strong muscles completely overpowering him brought David to an unbelievable climax. After David climaxed, Damien pushed David onto the bed and lay on top of him with his big body, his cock still inside David's asshole and still very hard. Damien's cock slowly got softer. But after only about a 10 minute rest, Damien's cock started to get hard again and he started thrusting his hips up and down and his cock in and out of David's ass as David lay on the bed. David couldn't get hard again after such a short time, but he reveled in being able to service the physical superiority of his brother, whose vibrant, healthy, muscular young body was capable of two or three orgasms within an hour. Damien came again, pumping his big hard cock deep inside his brother's prostrate body with his powerful muscles. When he had finished his wild fucking, he fell on David, covering David's skinny body with his muscular torso, leaving his cock inside his brother's ass for a long time. Damien felt great. Damien loved to fuck.
When Damien started school as a seventh grader, the other kids just couldn't believe how big and muscular he was. He liked to wear tight white tee shirts and shorts that showed off his big, buffed muscles and his clear tan skin. The shirts could hardly contain the size of his shoulders, lats and chest, which bulged under the tight cotton. He had to pull the sleeves of his tee shirts up, because they wouldn't fit over his huge upper arms. His biceps and triceps rippled under his dark tan skin, which looked even darker in contrast to the white tee shirt. When he walked into math class, both the boys and the girls stopped talking and gazed at Damien. Even the teacher stopped what he was doing and stared at Damien. Damien smiled and flexed his muscles ever so slightly to show that he knew what they were looking at. When he sat down, the boy behind him, Jimmy, marveled at the width and cannonball size of his shoulders, the slablike mass and V shape of his lats, the massiveness of his traps and the columnar thickness of his neck. None of the other seventh graders, even the eighth, ninth and tenth graders, looked anything like Damien. Only a few juniors and seniors could rival Damien in size and muscularity. Damien's tan legs looked huge as they strained his shorts with their size and hardness and his calves bulged under his tan skin, the definition of the diamond shaped muscles showing each fiber in bold relief. Damien's arms hung from his muscular shoulders like big, thick hams, the triceps bulging on the back of his upper arms. Jimmy stared at the thickness of Damien's powerful upper arms. Looking at them from the back, they were thicker than Jimmy's flexed arms were from the side. Damien's skin was deeply tanned and every time he moved his arms, the muscles popped out. Somehow, Damien sensed that Jimmy was checking out his body. He flexed the triceps of his arms several times and the heads of his triceps popped out under his tan skin showing every fiber of the huge muscles. Jimmy gasped as he took in the incredible size and muscularity of Damien's arms. Damien stretched his arms overhead, and his lats strained the fibers of his white tee shirt as they flared out like massive muscular wings. Then, Damien flexed his biceps right in front of Jimmy. Jimmy had never seen a flexed 16 inch arm and he just about creamed in his pants as he gazed at the incredibly huge, ripped, shredded biceps and triceps of his young classmate, who was so close and yet so far from Jimmy's longing eyes. Damien was clearly bigger and more muscular than the nerdy male math teacher, who showed Damien great respect. Damien had sauntered into the room after the bell had rung and calmly took his seat. Normally the teacher would have said something about being late, but the teacher just stared at Damien's muscles and said nothing. Damien owned that class. Damien owned the whole school.
After school, lots of the girls came up to Damien and asked to feel his muscles. These girls had always dug Damien's good looks and buffed muscles and now they were beside themselves seeing how much bigger and more muscular their handsome young heartthrob had become over the summer. Damien flexed his muscles and the girls ran their soft hands over the incredible size and hardness of Damien's buffed body. They felt his ripped, veiny arms, which were incredibly massive and hard. None of the girls had ever felt a muscle that big and hard before and they became fluttery at the thought of all that strength. They felt Damien's huge, ripped delts, his bulging, striated pecs, his slab-like lats and his shredded, corrugated abs. Several of the girls fondled his round, hard ass, which Damien flexed for them. Damien was still incredibly good looking -- light brown hair (cut short), clear, dark tan skin, with not a pimple or blemish on his entire body, bright hazel eyes, strong cheekbones and jaw, perfect white teeth and a strong muscular neck. The combination of these good looks and his big, rippling muscles made Damien irresistible. Damien loved to show off his muscles. A few of the girls, including Christine, the most aggressive, moved their hands under Damien's shorts, felt his hard lower abs and then wrapped their fingers around his big thick cock, which by now had gotten very hard from all the touching of his muscles. Christine whispered in Damien's ear, "Meet me behind the gym in a half hour." Damien nodded and winked.
At the appointed time, Damien walked to the isolated area behind the school gym. Damien had taken off his shirt, and was wearing only his low hanging shorts. The shorts were so low that the tan top of his sexy ass and ass crack were clearly visible and his ripped, hard lower abs were exposed almost down to his pubic hair. Damien looked beautiful. Christine was waiting for him. Christine was blue eyed and blond, one of the cutest girls in the whole school. She was very mature for her age, with full, round breasts and a fantastic sexy body. As Damien approached, Christine ran up to him, threw her arms around his big chest and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into Damien's mouth. She was obviously hot as hell, having been thinking about Damien's beautiful face and body constantly since she fondled his muscles and cock a half hour ago. She immediately started caressing Damien's body with her hands and tongue, feeling the size and hardness of Damien's buffed delts, lats, pecs and legs. She wrapped her little hands around Damien's upper arm and Damien flexed his bicep into a big hard ball of muscle. He flexed his bicep several times and Christine sighed at the absolute power that arm contained. She ran her hands all over Damien's corrugated abs and his firm, round ass, feeling the incredible hardness of Damien's young muscles. She kissed his nipples and felt the striations of muscle in his big, round bulging pecs. Then she took off her own shirt and pulled down Damien's shorts, exposing his hard 8-1/2 inch cock and big hanging balls. She moved her mouth down towards his cock and balls and began licking each ball tenderly. Damien started to squirm with pleasure. Then, Christine started to lick Damien's big cock, which had become incredibly hard. She kissed his big cock and licked his balls with her tongue, while at the same time caressing Damien's abs and ass with her tender hands. Damien reached down and grabbed Christine's firm, round breasts, which turned her on even more. Christine and Damien both reached a pinnacle of sexual excitement. Finally, Christine said, "Fuck me, Damien. I want to be fucked by your incredible body and cock. I want to be yours." Damien didn't need anything more. He picked her up with his big arms and ripped off her panties. Then he put her on the ground and straddled her with his big, muscular body. The size of Damien's massive body dwarfed Christine, and Christine reached up and felt the huge size and hardness of Damien's big muscles. She was completely overcome by Damien's awesome muscularity and strength. Damien guided the head of his cock into her cunt and rammed his big thick cock deep inside her, the muscles of his body pulsating with force and power as he took total control of his woman. Christine moaned with pleasure as she felt the huge size and thickness of Damien's cock inside her and felt the massiveness of Damien's muscles with her hands. Damien pumped his cock in and out of her tight cunt, powerful thrust after powerful thrust. Then his cock exploded, the spurts of jism blasting deep inside Christine, spurt after spurt after spurt. Christine moaned in pleasure and squirmed under Damien's muscular body, her orgasm spreading spasms of ecstasy throughout her sexy young body. When they had finished, Damien kept his semi-hard cock inside Christine and they relaxed together, touching each other's sexy bodies and savoring the pleasure they had just experienced. Then, after about 10 minutes Damien's cock got hard again and he began fucking Christine with just as much passion as the first time. He pumped that big cock in and out of Christine's now sore cunt ruthlessly, again and again, until he had come again. He was in total control and knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck. He fucked Christine wildly, his natural aggression completely overpowering her. Christine was exhausted and overwhelmed. Damien was so much more dominant and aggressive than any boy she had ever met. He was so much more muscular and virile. He just wouldn't stop until he had satisfied himself, completely and utterly taking her as his possession. He was a totally dominant male and Christine loved it. She came with a fantastic second orgasm that tingled throughout her body. She really got off on Damien's beautiful face, his big, buffed muscles and his giant, throbbing cock. When he was done fucking, Damien collapsed his big body onto Christine and smiled. Damien loved to fuck. Damien was a stud and he knew it. Christine was the first of over l00 girls that Damien would fuck before he graduated from high school. Damien was totally irresistible to women. Damien could fuck every girl he wanted, and he wanted to fuck all the cute girls. All these girls would love being fucked by Damien's massive, muscular body and big, thick cock just as much as Christine did. Damien was the man and he knew it.
On Friday, Damien played in his first football game as a weight-trained 170 pound 12-year-old running back and linebacker. Damien's team won the game 72-0. Every time the quarterback gave the ball to Damien, he ran for a touchdown, his powerful legs plowing easily through all tacklers. The defensive players were just too weak to bring down his powerful body. He outweighed them all by 40 to 70 pounds, all of it strong, rock-hard muscle. After the team was ahead by 50 points, the coach decided to let some of the other players carry the ball and catch passes. Damien blocked for his teammates, and he just mowed over the defensive players, leaving big holes for his teammates to run through. If Damien had carried the ball every time, the team would have won by over 100 points. On defense, Damien was so dominant that the other team was paralyzed. He blitzed so fast and powerfully to the quarterback after the snap, brushing away the defensive players as if they were 10-year-old girls, that the other team didn't have a chance to get a pass off. When the opponents tried a running play, Damien pulverized the ball carriers with such force that they couldn't play for several minutes. When they did come back in, they were so terrified of Damien that when they saw his huge, muscular body coming at them, they just dropped to the ground rather than have Damien tackle them with his brutal, crushing power. But whenever he could, Damien let them have it with all the overpowering force his muscular body could deliver, which was devastating. Damien never showed any mercy. Damien was totally aggressive. Damien loved football.
A few weeks later, Damien's math class was getting ready for their first big test of the year. Damien was not stupid, but he didn't study much, preferring to spend his time lifting weights, playing football and other sports, hanging out with his jock friends and occasionally getting into (and winning) fights. He knew he had to pass the math test to stay on the football team. Jimmy was one of the smartest kids in the class, a real nerd but real smart. After class a few days before the test, Damien came up to Jimmy, put his big 16 inch arm around Jimmy's bony, narrow shoulders and said, "You gotta help me pass this test. I'm going to study with you tonight." Damien contracted his muscular arm, the force crunching Jimmy's little shoulders. This was an order, not a request, and Jimmy knew it. But Jimmy had been one of those boys who were in awe of Damien's body for several years and he had been lusting over Damien's big, ripped, weight trained muscles ever since school started. Jimmy was one of those boys who stared at Damien's muscles as the girls ran their hands all over Damien. He often wished that he could do the same thing, but as a boy that was out of the question. Sitting right behind Damien in class was about as close as Jimmy thought he would ever come to Damien's huge, buffed, young muscles. And it was sheer torture to see those big muscles flex in front of him. Oh how he wanted to touch that body. Now, he couldn't believe his good fortune to have his idol actually wanting to study with him tonight. Jimmy immediately invited Damien to study at his house. Damien couldn't start studying until after he had finished football practice, lifting weights and eating dinner, a huge dinner with lots of meat and carbohydrates to build and fuel his big, growing muscles. Damien never skipped a workout or a meal. He had his priorities straight and his massive, buffed body proved it. Damien arrived at Jimmy's house wearing a tank top and shorts. His tan body was glowing from football practice and lifting weights. He hadn't had a chance to take a shower, and his sweat gave his muscles a wonderful deep tan sheen. Jimmy almost gasped when he saw Damien at the door. Damien's shoulders looked incredibly wide in his tank top, his delts bulging out like striated melons. His face was gorgeous, as usual, and his muscular neck rose up from his thick, muscular traps. His massive pecs pushed out the thin fibers of his tank top, revealing tremendous cleavage between the two round globes of muscle and a striking striation of muscle fibers. His lats were unbelievably wide and thick, with the veins showing clearly under Damien's paper-thin, tan skin. His arms were incredibly big and muscular, the veiny biceps and cut triceps popping out clearly under his dark tan skin every time he moved them even slightly. His ass was round and firm, and his shorts hung low, exposing the tan top of his buns and his sexy ass crack. His hips were very narrow, making his shoulders look even broader. His massive legs strained against his shorts, which would have been very loose on a normal boy. His calves were big, cut and tan. Jimmy could just imagine the power of those legs and calves as they forced their way down the football field, crushing all that got in their way. "You like what you see, Jimmy?" said Damien, as he observed Jimmy devouring his body with his eyes. "Maybe you'll get to see more if you teach me good." Damien flexed his arms in a double-biceps pose. His biceps bulged, forming big, hard balls of muscle with each fiber showing clearly under his paper thin skin and the veins coursing over the muscle. His triceps rippled with size and power. Damien's 16 inch arms were the most awesome pieces of human flesh that Jimmy had ever seen. Flesh that was as hard as steel. Damien saw Jimmy's look of absolute wonderment and smiled. "You want to touch my muscle, Jimmy? You want to feel the size and hardness of this bicep?" Jimmy nodded, lifted his arm and touched Damien's right bicep with his fingers. Jimmy pressed his fingers down, but he couldn't make a dent in Damien's muscle, which felt like a rock. Damien said, "Squeeze it as hard as you can." Damien wrapped his hand as far as he could around Damien's big bicep and squeezed with all his power, but he couldn't make the smallest impact on the solid, steel-hard muscle. "Is that muscle hard enough for you, Jimmy?" Jimmy nodded. "That's not all that's hard on this body," said Damien. Jimmy's cock was rock hard and he reached for Damien's cock, but Damien grabbed his hand and said, "You gotta teach me math first. I gotta stay on the football team."
The boys went upstairs to Jimmy's room and sat down together at his desk. There wasn't a lot a space, so they had to sit very close together, Jimmy's skinny leg touching Damien's huge muscular leg, Jimmy's bony shoulder touching Damien's massive, round, muscular delt and Jimmy's skinny little upper arms brushing up against Damien's huge, cut triceps. Jimmy went through the last three weeks' math lessons with Damien, doing some of the problems and letting Damien do some of them himself, providing help when Damien got stuck. Jimmy was actually a very good teacher and Damien really learned a lot. As they sat at the desk, the difference in size between Jimmy's scrawny forearms and Damien's massive, sinewy forearms was striking. Damien's forearms must have been about twice as big as Jimmy's and they were probably at least four times as strong. The same was true for Damien's upper arms. Jimmy's upper arms probably measured about nine inches, making Damien's upper arms a full six inches bigger and immeasurably stronger. Jimmy's cock was rock hard during the whole study session. Occasionally, he would touch Damien's forearm, bicep or pec, and Damien would flex the hard muscle for Jimmy. After they had finished reviewing the math, Damien said, "You're a great teacher, Jimmy. I think I can pass the test thanks to you. Now you get your reward." At that, Damien stood up, ripped off his tank top and flexed his biceps. "Go ahead, Jimmy. They're all yours," said Damien. Jimmy was in absolute heaven. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would be able to actually touch and worship the young stud that he had so yearned for in class. Now this muscular young god was going to let Jimmy do whatever he wanted to those big, buffed muscles. How incredible! He rushed up to Damien and started feeling his ripped muscles with his hands and licking them with his tongue. He felt the enormous size and hardness of Damien's pecs, sucking the firm nipples and burrowing his nose in between the massive cleavage. He wrapped both of his hands around Damien's right arm and squeezed as hard as he could, savoring the power of Damien's incredibly hard muscles as Damien contracted his huge bicep into a rock-like ball of massive muscle and then extended his arm, the fibers of his biceps remaining hard and striated under his thin skin even when extended. Jimmy tried to squeeze Damien's bicep as Damien flexed his arm again, but Jimmy's weak fingers couldn't make even a tiny dent in Damien's big muscle as it bulged into a hard ball under his tan skin. Jimmy felt the corrugated hardness of Damien's abs and the firm roundness of his hard, muscular ass. He wrapped his hands around Damien's oak-tree legs, feeling the amazing massiveness and hardness of his quads and hamstrings and the diamond shaped muscularity of his strong calves. He caressed Damien's huge delts, groaning in amazement at the tremendous density and size of the muscles capping Damien's shoulders, muscles that were over six times stronger than Jimmy's. He grabbed Damien's slab-like lats in his hands. He couldn't believe the thickness of the muscle and the way it formed such a beautiful V-shape on Damien's gorgeous body. He forced his nose into Damien's muscular armpit, smelling the wonderful sweat that Damien's big body had produced in football practice, weightlifting and now flexing for Jimmy. "You like my big muscles, don't you Jimmy?" Jimmy nodded. "I could tell by the way you looked at my muscles in class that you wanted to touch them, maybe even worship them," said Damien. "Well, I like to have my muscles touched and worshipped, especially by wimps like you. I really get turned on by flexing my big muscles, by seeing how big and buffed they are compared with your pathetic wimpy flab. I like the feeling of power and dominance that my muscles give me. I like the feeling of being a total stud. Suck my cock, Jimmy." At that command, Jimmy pulled down Damien's shorts and Damien's hard 8-1/2 inch cock popped out like a steel pipe. Jimmy started licking Damien's big balls, one by one. Then he moved his tongue up to Damien's cock and licked every part of it, from the base to the big, round head. He smelled the sweat of Damien's crotch, the sweat of an incredibly muscular, young football jock. The sweat of a stud. Jimmy's hands felt Damien's shredded abs, his firm, round ass and tight ass crack, and his massive, powerful legs and calves. Damien's cock started twitching with extreme sexual excitement. Damien couldn't wait any longer, and Damien is never denied what he wants. Damien grabbed Jimmy's head and rammed his cock in Jimmy's waiting mouth, the head of his thick cock reaching far down Jimmy's throat. At first Jimmy thought he might gag, but his lust for Damien's big cock and his total sexual arousal from being overwhelmed by Damien's ripped muscles overcame any hesitation. He sucked Damien's cock violently, sometimes hitting the sides of the thick shaft with his teeth. This only excited Damien more and he thrust his cock in and out of Jimmy's mouth with incredible force. Finally, Damien grunted like an animal and his cock exploded inside Jimmy's mouth and throat, blasting huge spurts of jism into Jimmy's esophagus. Jimmy had become incredibly aroused as Damien's muscles flexed and tensed with every thrust of his huge cock into Jimmy's mouth and throat.. Jimmy's hands felt the enormous power of Damien's abs, legs and butt as they pounded his cock into Jimmy's throat. Just as Damien's cock ejaculated with huge gushes of cum, Jimmy's cock exploded too, and spurt after spurt of white cum splashed out onto the floor of Jimmy's bedroom. Both boys experienced the pinnacle of sexual bliss. After several moments, Damien pulled his still-hard cock out of Jimmy's mouth and Jimmy kissed it gently. Then Jimmy kissed Damien's abs, his pecs, his biceps and his neck. Finally, Jimmy got up the nerve to kiss Damien right on the lips and he thrust his tongue deep inside Damien's mouth. Damien wrapped his big arms around Jimmy's little body and squeezed hard, not hard enough to injure Jimmy but hard enough for Jimmy to feel his enormous strength.
Damien received a B- on his math test. He was thrilled with his grade and was able to stay on the football team. (Of course, Jimmy got an A.) From this point forward until Damien and Jimmy graduated from high school, Jimmy tutored Damien for just about every test in every subject. Damien managed to keep a C+ average with Jimmy's help and therefore was able to play football and other sports, lift weights, hang out with his jock friends, get into (and win) fights, and fuck as much as he wanted, throughout junior high and high school. Jimmy felt he had died and gone to heaven. Every week or so, he was able to worship the growing muscles and cock of the most genetically superior boy he had ever known. Damien and Jimmy became fast friends. They were totally different -- the jock and the nerd. Most of Damien's other friends were jocks just like him. But Damien and Jimmy had a special bond and the bullies in school quickly learned that if they tried to pick on Jimmy, they'd feel Damien's big fists in their gut with all the devastating force of his muscular shoulders, pecs and arms.
Damien continued to get bigger and stronger every month during junior high and high school. He started working out in the school gym and was soon the biggest and strongest boy in the whole gym. By the time Damien was 14 years old, he was 6' 1" and weighed 220 pounds of solid muscle. His cock was over 9 inches long and very thick. He was the biggest and strongest 9th grader in the whole state. He could bench press 375 pounds, military press 275, curl 225 and squat with 500 pounds. He was much stronger than any of the juniors or seniors in the school. He started on the varsity football team as a 9th grader and immediately became the star, playing both running back and linebacker. He made the all-city and all-state teams for four consecutive years and thanks to Damien, his high school team won the state championship for three out of those four years. Besides football, Damien wrestled and was undefeated in his weight class (which was heavyweight before he turned 14). His muscles were just so strong and Damien was just so aggressive that he completely overpowered and dominated the other wrestlers. Damien always wanted to win. His big muscles gave him the physical ability to crush the other boy into submission and his natural born aggression gave him the mental ability to completely dominate his opponent. Damien was also a champion shotputter and discuss thrower on the track team, setting state records in each event. He also loved to play other sports, including basketball where his huge but agile muscles made him almost invincible at power forward. Damien had a great time in high school. He was literally the king of the school -- he ruled all of the boys and he fucked all of the cute girls. He was a stud. By the time Damien was a 17-year-old senior, he was 6' 4" tall and weighed 250 pounds. He could bench press 500 pounds, military press 325, curl 275 and squat with 650, all for several reps. His cock was now 10 inches long and very thick. Jimmy just couldn't believe how big and powerful Damien was and how big his cock had grown. Damien loved to show off his huge, buffed muscles to Jimmy and he loved to have Jimmy worship them. After they had finished studying, he loved to have Jimmy suck his cock and he loved to fuck Jimmy's white little ass. Jimmy loved high school too.
Damien was recruited by just about every major college football team in the country. Thanks to Jimmy, he had kept up his grades and Jimmy tutored him so that he could do reasonably well on the SAT test. Damien decided to go to a football powerhouse university in the Midwest. He knew he was going to be a star there and he looked forward to playing running back in the NFL. He figured he'd be able to put on another 20 or 30 pounds of muscle in college and become one of the biggest, strongest, fastest, and most aggressive running backs in the history of college and NFL football. Damien was so genetically gifted that all this turned out to come true. Jimmy went to Harvard and became a doctor. His favorite course was human anatomy. He knew where every muscle was on the male human body. He had personally experienced seeing and touching muscles that were much more massive than, but just as cut and defined as, the muscles on the anatomy chart.
During his senior year in high school, Damien got a girl pregnant with his genetically superior sperm. He probably had gotten a lot of other girls pregnant, but this was the first one he knew about. Debbie was only 15. She was the best swimmer on the swim team and the star of the girls track team. She had blue eyes, light brown hair and tan skin, just like Damien's. She was beautiful and her athletic body was very muscular. She didn't want to get an abortion for religious reasons and she was too young to be a parent. Damien certainly had too many things going on in his life to be a father (other than biologically). So Debbie made arrangements with a "private" adoption agency to have her baby adopted. The adoptive parents, Fred and Sharon, were two schoolteachers who already had a two-year-old son. Sharon couldn't have any more children and they wanted another child to play with their son George. Debbie thought the parents were nice, although they were awfully nerdy, not like her parents at all. But the arrangements were made, and when Debbie gave birth to a big, very healthy baby boy, Fred and Sharon adopted him. They were thrilled that the baby was so big and healthy and that their son George would now have a baby brother to play with.
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