Little Brother Gets Big

Part 1

“I’m gonna get big,” reverberated in my mind as I heard the clanking of iron. I sat in my room and tried to study, but all I could think about was my brother and his new weights. He was lifting his new weights in the bedroom right next to me and I couldn’t study. I heard the iron plates clanking together. I heard the weights being dropped to the floor. I heard grunts as my brother strained his muscles as he pushed and pulled the iron. A week ago my brother had gotten his 14th birthday present, a small weight set. This was the only present he asked for. “I’m gonna get big,” he said as he looked my dad in the face. Then he looked at me. “Way bigger than you. Way bigger than any kid in school. I’m gonna get big!”

I’m a 17 year old high school senior. I’m tall and skinny, 5’ 10” tall and 125 pounds. I’m not a jock. I tried playing sports as a kid, but I was no good so I stopped. I didn’t like getting pushed around by the jock kids who were always so much bigger, stronger and faster than me. I’m a pretty good student and I study hard. My friends are the skinny wimpy guys just like me. We play computer games, hang out at the mall and stay out of trouble. Sometimes the jocks pick on us. Jocks seem to love picking on weaker boys like me. It makes ‘em feel good I guess, showing off how big and strong they are compared to us. Even the younger jocks at school pick on me, jocks who are only 15 or 16 come up to me and my puny little friends and push us around, laughing and flexing their muscles at us. I guess it’s fun for them but it’s hell for us skinny wimps.

My brother is nothing like me. He just turned 14 and is a 9th grader. He just started high school about a month ago and I think it was a big shock to him. He was a skinny little skateboard boy and he started getting pushed around by all the big jocks in school too. He was about 5’ 8” tall and he probably weighed about 100. He had no fat on his skinny little body He has black hair and clear blue eyes. He skateboards a lot and gets into trouble all the time. He’s kind of dumb. He hardly ever studies and pulls down C’s and sometimes a D. And his friends are just like him. They’re all skinny dumb skateboarders.

And our personalities are very different. I got used to being pushed around by the jocks. I was weak and they were strong and I just accepted my unhappy existence. But my brother hated being bullied by the jocks. He didn’t like it at all. He thought he was a jock too, a skateboard jock. But in high school he realized he wasn’t a jock, just a skinny kid begging get pushed around by the big strong kids. I had accepted it. He didn’t.

Ever since we were little kids we fought all the time. I’d punch him and he’d punch me back. Or I’d grab him and wrestle him to the ground and then twist his arm until he cried out in pain. And I always beat him up. I was three years older so I always won. I was taller, heavier and stronger. We really didn’t like each other and we were always fighting. I was smart and he was dumb. I was big and he was little. I used to push him around. I made him do things for me and I basically made his life miserable. Well, that’s normal isn’t it? I’m the big brother and he’s the little brother. And the big brothers always push around the little brothers. Sounds normal to me. And my bedroom was twice as big as his room, which seemed just right to me. Everything was going just fine at home until he got the weights.

I had tried lifting weights with a friend of mine when I was 14 and had just gone through puberty. We lifted at his house for about a month but nothing happened to either of us. We pumped the iron but our bodies looked and felt the same. We gave up in disgust and the weights are now sitting in his garage, unused. My little brother Jason went through puberty a year earlier than me, at age 13. And now he was lifting. I wondered if he’d have the same result. He said “I’m gonna get big” with such certainty, like he knew it was going to happen as soon as he started lifting. He didn’t say something like “I hope I can gain some weight” or “I want to put on some muscle.” He said “I’m gonna get big.” He said he was going to be the biggest kid in school. He was so confident, so sure of himself, so cocky. I heard the clanking iron and tried again to study.

Until his birthday Jason had pictures of skateboarders on the walls of his bedroom. He was totally into skateboarding and that’s all he thought about. Then when he started to get pushed around at school he started looking at his body. He realized he was skinny. He never had any fat – but he was skinny as hell. He saw the big bodies of the football players at school. He saw their huge arms, their broad muscular shoulders, their huge chests and their thick legs. He saw them working out at the school gym, building their bodies, gaining more and more muscle by lifting the heavy weights, muscle that was going to push him around even more unless he did something about it. Then he came home and announced that he was going to get big. He was going to lift weights and get big. He just announced it like it was a fact. And he got his weight set for his birthday.

The clanking went on for about two hours. A long workout, I thought to myself. My friend and I only worked out for an hour at a time. This was Jason’s fourth workout – he started working out exactly a week ago - and it seemed that each one was a little longer. About 30 seconds after the clanking stopped, my door burst open. No knock. It just burst open. And standing there was Jason, wearing only his green nylon workout shorts. My mouth dropped open.

His body was dripping with sweat. He was holding a big bottle of water and drinking it down. And his muscles were bulging all over his body! Jason had no fat on his body and his workout had made his muscles really bulge under his thin skin. “I’m gettin’ big!” he yelled as he stood there. Then he glugged more water. I gulped as I saw his bicep bulge in his arm as he held the water bottle. I had never noticed his bicep muscle before and now it looked big. His lat muscles were flaring out from his wide shoulders, down to his narrow hips. His shoulders had muscle on them too, something that never happened to me. Then he lowered his arm and stood there grinning at me with his bright blue eyes flashing like a blue fire as I looked at his body. He flexed his pecs and abs. His pecs bulged with striations showing in the shredded muscle and he already had a six pack of ab muscles. And his legs were thick and looked strong. Hot hard muscle covered with veins and sweat. Never in my life did I think my little brother was going to look like this after working out for just a week. Before he was a skinny little skateboard boy. Now he had muscles popping out all over his body.

“I’m getting big!” he said. “I’ve gained ten pounds already. Ten pounds in one week. That’s a fucking lot of muscle! And I’ve gotten a lot stronger. I’m gonna be big, big bro. I’m gonna be real big. Way bigger than you. Way bigger than all the other kids. They’re pushin’ me around now. Pretty soon I’m gonna smash their guts.” He flexed his arms and I gulped as I saw his new muscle. His biceps looked very hard and they had a peak. They weren't very big but they looked strong. And they looked bigger than my biceps.

 

Part 2

Jason saw how my mouth had dropped open as I stared at his body. He grabbed me and pushed me towards the door. “Get in my room, Johnny. I wanna check something.” Nobody had called me Johnny since third grade. I had always been John after that. But now he was calling me Johnny. I kind of looked at him quizzically and he kind of sneered. He now weighed 110 pounds, only 15 pounds less than me. But he was all muscle. All rock hard muscle.

I followed him to his room. I hadn’t been in his room since he started training. He always kept the door closed. He opened the door and I walked in. Immediately the smell of sweat hit my nose. His room smelled like a locker room. The smell of powerful pungent sweat was everywhere. “I sweat a lot when I work out,” he said as he saw me inhaling the odor. Dirty, sweaty clothes were tossed into the corner of the room. His bed was pushed up against the wall and his desk and chair were gone. In their place was a weight bench which was also a squat rack. On the floor there was a barbell, two dumbbells and stacks of weights. And his skateboard. There were no books in the room. Jason didn’t read books. On the walls were big pictures of huge young bodybuilders. He had ripped off all the pictures of skateboarders and replaced them with huge shredded bodybuilders. I recognized a young Arnold Schwartzenegger but I didn’t recognize the rest of them. They were all gigantic. Jason saw me looking at the pictures. “I’m gonna be as big as them,” he said, as confident as if he were stating that two plus two equals four.

Then he pointed down to the barbell. “Pick it up,” he ordered.

I looked at the bar. It had two weights on each side and I saw that they each weighed 10 pounds. So there was 40 pounds of plates on the bar and I figured the bar probably weighed about 25 pounds. So it weighed 65 pounds. That seemed like a lot of weight to me. I reached down and lifted up the bar. I could barely stand up, lifting the bar up about two feet.

“Lift it to your shoulders,” said Jason, grinning as he saw me grimace.

I struggled mightily but I couldn’t lift the bar any further. I was too weak. He laughed.

“Just like I thought. You’re weak. You’re just a fucking little weakling. Watch this.” He moved over and pushed me out of the way with a bump from his shoulder. Then he lifted the bar up and quickly lifted it to his shoulders. Then, as my mouth dropped open, he pressed it overhead. He pressed it up five more times and then dropped it on the rug. It made a huge crashing sound. “Sixty five pounds,” he said as he flexed his shoulders. “In my first workout I could only press 30 pounds. Now I’m up to 65 pounds. I did only one set in my first workout. Then two sets in workout two. Then three sets. Today I did four sets, increasing the weight for every set. I really worked my muscles hard. My shoulders have really gotten strong. And they’ve gotten big. Look at all the fucking muscle in my shoulders.” He grabbed my hand and rubbed it on his shoulders as he flexed. I couldn’t believe how much muscle he already had. “I’m stronger than you already,” he said as he grinned. “That’s what I wanted to test. I’m already stronger than Johnny, my great big wimpy brother,” he said as he stared at me with his clear blue eyes. I kind of trembled as I looked at his eyes and then at his muscles. He had doubled his strength in a week. I lifted weights for a month and never gained an ounce of strength. “I’m stronger than you already and soon I’m gonna be stronger than those assholes at school. I’m gonna be big. I’m taking over, Johnny. I’m taking over you first. Then I’m taking over the school. I’m taking over those assholes. I’m getting big and I’m taking over. I’m gonna rule. I’m gonna rule you and then I’m gonna rule the school.” I shuddered.

Then he took a 10 pound weight off each side of the bar. Now it weighed 45 pounds. “Pick it up and do a curl,” he ordered. I hesitated.

“I don’t think I can do it,” I said.

He laughed. “Too chicken to try, big bro? Are you a chicken and a wimp? You’re a big teenager. You’re a senior in high school. A little 45 pounds should be easy for you.” He started laughing again. I was really mad as my little brother laughed at me. He started clucking like a chicken as he laughed. I was furious.

I grabbed the bar and lifted it up to my waist. Then I tried to curl it. But it didn’t move. I struggled for ten seconds and barely lifted the bar up an inch. My biceps were way too weak. Jason was laughing uncontrollably.

“Oh, is that iron too heavy for my big bro? Are his little biceps too weak to lift it? Let’s see what little bro can do.” He grabbed the bar and easily pulled it up to his waist. Then he started curling it up. His biceps bulged as he curled the weight easily. With every rep his biceps got bigger and redder. Blood was surging through the muscle and the fibers were growing and expanding as they lifted the heavy iron. He did 10 reps without even slowing down and then dropped the weight. “Oh I guess little bro’s biceps are a lot stronger than big bro’s biceps. And they’re gonna get even stronger. Look at Lee Priest’s biceps.” He pointed to a young blond bodybuilder’s picture who was flexing his huge arms that were bigger than his head. “My biceps are gonna look like that one day. They’re gonna be so big and so strong. You’re gonna stay a little wimp and I’m gonna get huge. How does that feel Johnny? How’s it feel to be so weak and skinny with little bro Jason the stud putting on muscle every day?” He flexed his biceps and laughed at me. “Not so good I bet.”

I looked at his flexing muscle as he grinned. “Don’t call me Johnny,” I said. His grin turned into a sneer. “You gonna make me?” he yelled as he stood right in front of me and put his flexed bicep right into my face. He hit my face with the muscle. It was warm and hard and wet with sweat. He rubbed his hot pumped bicep on my face. I could smell the pungent smell of is sweat coming up from his armpit and I could feel his sweat on my face. His armpit had only a few black hairs in it but the sweat was pouring out of his skin. I breathed in deep to smell all his hot sweat. It smelled so good to me. “Huh? You gonna make me?” he yelled as he pushed his hard bicep into my face even harder. I looked down and said, “No,” very sheepishly. He pushed my face into his armpit and rubbed my nose into his sweat. “Smell my stinky sweat, wimp. I’m the big bro in this family now. You used to beat me up all the time. Now I can make you do whatever I want. I could pound you into a pulp. I can even make you smell my stinky sweat. Breath it in, wimp. Breathe in your brother’s sweat!” I breathed and smelled the pungent smell of my little brother’s sweat. It actually smelled good to me. It smelled like the sweat of a man. It smelled like the sweat of a muscle jock. I felt his hot muscles on my face and breathed in his sweat and my cock started getting hard. My little brother was turning into a muscle jock.

“I make a lot of sweat when a work out so hard. I push my muscles so hard the sweat just pours outta my body. Now I gotta take a shower before dinner.” He let go of my head and reached down and pulled off his green nylon workout shorts. I looked down and gasped. He had a small bush of black pubic hair and a cock that was huge, even though it was not even hard. And it looked thick too. His waist was so small, probably only 25 inches and it was rock hard with muscle. And below that was his huge cock. Jason took his dripping wet workout shorts and shoved them in my face. “You don’t make sweat like this, do you wimp. You don’t work out your muscles until they want to die. I work my muscles so hard they cry in pain. My muscles get real big and real hard and you don’t do shit. And I make lots of sweat. Smell it wimp!” He pushed his shorts in my face. “Smell my fuckin’ sweat, Johnny boy. I’m a man and you’re just a boy. Gonna take a shower,” he said. He turned around and strutted off to the bathroom. I watched the muscles in his wide shoulders flex and his lats flare out, tapering down to his narrow hips, as he strutted down the hall. His little muscle butt flexed with each step as he swaggered down the hall with all the cockiness of a boy who knew he was getting big. I imagined his cock swaying back and forth as he swaggered. I stood there holding his sweaty shorts against my face breathing in his sweat. I found the pungent crotch area and stuffed that against my nose, breathing in my little brother’s muscle jock sweat. My cock was rock hard. What was I doing? I thought to myself. But I couldn’t help myself. I loved thinking about Jason’s muscular body and smelling his sweat. I stood there for several minutes breathing in his sweat as I heard the shower pouring water over his brand new muscles. When I heard the shower turn off, I threw the wet, sweaty shorts on his pile of dirty sweaty clothes and staggered into my room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

My mom called us down to dinner. Dad was sitting at the table and there was a whole chicken ready for us to share. Mom served the potatoes and vegetables and called again for Jason. “Jason, the food’s getting cold! Get down here!”

I heard Jason’s door open and looked up at the stairs. He slowly walked down the stairs, dressed only in some boxer shorts, sagging way down, and some low hanging skater shorts sagging even lower. No shirt. The boxers showed off his ripped ab muscles and obliques and you could see the top of his little round muscle butt. And of course you could see his wide shoulders, his flaring lats, his muscular arms and his bulging pecs. His tan skin looked beautiful and his blue eyes glistened as he watched everyone gasp as they saw him. My eyes bulged out of my head as I saw my little brother’s body.

Dad yelled, “Oh my god! You already got muscles! I can see muscles all over your body!”

Jason smiled. “Yeah, those weights are great. I’ve already gained ten pounds. Ten pounds of solid muscle. And I’ve gotten real strong. Way stronger than Johnny there.”

Dad made a frown. “Oh come on Jason. You’ve only been working out a week. John is a senior. He’s way bigger and stronger than you. He’s always been bigger and stronger than you.”

Jason came up to the table where he was now standing right in front of me. My eyes were frozen on his rippling abs and his big pec muscles. He looked at the chicken. “I’m really hungry. When I work out I get really hungry. I wanna arm wrestle Johnny for his part of the chicken. He can be a vegetarian tonight. I’m gonna arm wrestle him for his meat!”

I shook my head. “No, I’m hungry too,” I said.

Dad smiled, still admiring Jason’s body. Then he agreed with Jason. He wanted to see if Jason’s new muscles were really strong. He wanted to see if Jason could really beat me in arm wrestling. “Well, okay Jason, if you’re so sure of yourself go ahead. I’ll be the judge.”

I didn’t even have time to complain.

 

Part 3

Jason put his arm on the table. My dad was looking at it. I’m sure he was admiring the bulging muscles. I put my arm on the table and locked up with Jason. I looked into Jason’s blue eyes and he smiled. We both knew he was going to win. Dad said, “Okay, ready, GO!” Instantly Jason’s bicep bulged with muscle and he smashed my arm down to the table. My dad’s mouth dropped open. “Geez! John, you probably weren’t ready,” he said. “Let’s try again.” I looked at Jason’s crystal blue eyes, which were sparkling as he grinned at me. “Okay, John, get ready,” said my dad. “Ready. One. Two. Three. GO!” I forced my arm towards Jason’s arm and this time I held my arm up at the top, pushing as hard as I could. But then I looked at Jason’s face and he was grinning. I was straining as hard as I could and he wasn’t even trying hard. Then he said “Party’s over, Johnny.” He smashed my hand down to the table and then held it as his muscle bulged in his arm. He looked up at my dad and said, “I’m way stronger than Johnny. He’s like a little boy to me. Like he’s in third grade. That’s why I’m calling him Johnny. He’s a loser, dad. He’s a boy and I’m a man.” He let go of my hand and then flexed his bicep in front of my dad’s face. “Thanks for the weights, dad” he said as my dad touched his rock hard bicep muscle.

Then he looked at the chicken and said, “Gimme that bird! I’m starving.” My mom and dad were so dumbfounded that they just sat there. Finally dad said, “You eat what you want and we’ll eat the rest.” Jason’s eyes lit up. He grabbed the chicken and started ripping into it with his teeth, ripping off big pieces of meat and chewing them quickly with his teeth. “I want it all,” he said. “I want this whole chicken. I’ll still be hungry after I eat it.’ We all sat there stunned as Jason devoured the chicken, eating every morsel of meat in about five minutes. He put the bones down on his plate and rubbed his greasy hands on his abs. Even though he had eaten a whole chicken his abs were still like bricks. I don’t know where the chicken went. “Feels good to eat,” he said as he rubbed his abs. “I can just feel my muscle growing. But I want more meat, mom. My muscles need more meat. Can you find some more meat?” My mom served all of us the vegetables and potatoes and Jason ripped into these too. She got up and found a can of tuna fish and opened it. She put the fish on Jason’s plate and he wolfed down the tuna fish in about four bites. “Oh yeah, meat!” he yelled as he wolfed down the food. “You gotta buy me more food mom. My muscles are really growing fast. They need a lot of meat.” My dad just couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “We’ll buy you all the meat you want, Jason. We’ll buy tons of meat for Jason’s new muscles. I can’t wait to see your muscles grow. I can’t wait to see my son become a big muscular jock dude. Too bad you couldn’t grow muscles, John. Looks like your little brother is gonna grow some big ones.” I grimaced.

So Jason ate a whole chicken, plus a can of tuna fish, plus tons of vegetables and potatoes for dinner. All I had was some vegetables and potatoes. “Thanks for the food, mom,” he said as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me away from the table. “I wanna talk to you about something, Johnny,” he said as he dragged me upstairs. He opened the door to his room and we looked inside. The smell of sweat drifted out. The room was really crowded with all his weights scattered about and his sweaty clothes piled up on the floor. “What is wrong with this picture?” he said as he looked at me with his blue eyes. “I don’t know,” I said. “You’re pretty messy, I guess,” He punched me hard in the shoulder, like we used to punch each other when we were kids, only this punch was real hard. Pain surged through my shoulder. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my room and opened the door. My room was twice as big as his and it was very neat. I had my bed, my desk with my computer on it, my chair and then a bookcase. There was lots of room on the floor. “And what’s wrong with this picture?” he asked as we stared at my room. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m a lot neater than you are.” He punched me in the shoulder again, this time even harder than the last time. I cried out in pain. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong!” he yelled. “I got a small room and you got a big room. Who’s the man and who’s the boy, Johnny?” I looked at him and realized what he was getting to. But I didn’t like it. “I’m three years older than you, so I’m the man and you’re the boy,” I said. He sneered. “Wrong answer!” he yelled and he hit me in the shoulder so hard I fell over on my ass. My shoulder was in abject pain. “I’m the man and you’re the boy!” he yelled. “I’m taking over, boy. I’m taking the big room. You get the little room. We’re gonna move our stuff right now!” I was still on the ground looking up at his muscular body. He kicked me in the ribs and yelled “Get up, boy! Get to work!” I struggled to my feet and looked at his handsome face that was sneering at me. “Okay,” I murmured. “Okay WHAT?” he yelled. I didn’t know what to say. He looked me in the eye and said, “From now on you say “Okay SIR! You’re a boy and I’m a man. You call me sir from now on boy. You used to beat me up all the time. Well now I can beat you up any time I want. And I will if you don’t call me sir.” He punched me in the gut just to make his point. “Now move, boy!” he yelled. “Yes sir,” I said, not believing what had just happened. Jason had taken over. Jason ruled me.

So we moved my stuff into his room and his stuff into my room. Now he had a lot more space for his weights and a lot more wall space for his bodybuilder pictures. The only good thing about moving into his room is that the smell of his sweat was still there. I loved that smell. I hoped it would be there for a long time. He went down and told my parents we had switched rooms, because he needed more room for his weights and he would need some bigger, heavier weights soon. “I’m gonna need some real heavy weights need week. My muscles are gettin’ too big and strong for those little weights. I need big iron for my big muscles.” My dad nodded his head like this was a very logical thing. Jason would need more room for his big weights, big weights that I couldn’t even budge. John only had a little desk and a computer. Very logical. My dad wanted Jason to get big. He might be a dumb kid but it looked like he could be a big muscular kid. And my dad liked that.

After all this it was getting late so I brushed my teeth and got in bed with a book. There was still a smell of sweat in the room and I breathed it in deeply. Next door I heard more grunting. Jason was exercising again. I didn’t know what he was doing but I could hear his grunts as he strained his muscles. After about 20 minutes of this my door burst open and there stood Jason, dressed only in his boxer shorts. “Just did 250 pushups and 500 situps,” he said, still breathing a little hard. “Five sets of 50 reps of pushups and five sets of 100 reps of situps. My muscles are so fucking strong! I love getting ‘em really pumped up and hard.” His abs were absolutely shredded with sweat covering his paper thin skin. I wanted to touch those muscles so badly. And his pecs were totally pumped, with striations of muscle clearly showing and a big crevice between the two globes of muscle. His arms were rippling too, big thick triceps pushing out under his skin. His hard breathing stopped very quickly – god this kid was in shape! – and then he started rubbing his cock under his boxers. “I’m really horny. I always get real horny after I work out. I was gonna beat off,” he said, “but then I thought about your hot little mouth and your tongue. You’re gonna suck my big dick, bro. You’re gonna lick my balls and suck my cock Johnny. You’re gonna be my cocksucker, you pathetic little wimp.” This wasn’t a request. It was an order.

At first I was disgusted by this. I had never sucked a guy’s cock in my life. I was straight, or so I thought. But then I remembered how my cock got hard as I smelled Jason’s sweat, how I loved looking at his body and how I wanted to touch his muscles right now. My cock started getting hard under my covers as I watched his abs and pecs, all pumped up and bulging with muscle. He was flexing them right in front of me, teasing me with his hard muscles. Maybe he could see my eyes looking at his muscles. Maybe he could see my hard cock under the covers. He came closer and pushed his cock right into my face as his abs were just inches from my eyes. My eyes got big as I looked at his abs and my nose was smelling his crotch sweat. I realized that I was going to be able to feel Jason’s muscles as he fucked my face. I’d be able to smell his sweat even more, even taste it. I looked up at his beautiful face and blue eyes and said, “Yes sir.” I was totally submitting to my little brother. I realized that I wanted to submit to him. I wanted to touch his body. I wanted to feel his muscles. I wanted that big cock in my mouth. I wanted him!

He grinned and ripped off his boxers. His cock was already hard and it was way bigger than my cock. It was thick too and it looked even bigger because his waist was so small and his hips were so narrow. He pulled off the covers and looked at my cock which was rock hard. Then he laughed. “You got a puny body and a puny cock,” he said. “You might be smart but you’re puny. I got a big body and a big cock. I’ll take my big body and my big cock any day. And my body and my cock are gonna get even bigger. I’m only 14. I’m gonna be huge when I’m your age. Huge muscles and a huge cock!” He was so confident and arrogant. He knew he was going to get huge. And suddenly I wanted him to get huge.

“Feel my abs,” he ordered. “Feel how hard they are after 500 situps.” This was a dream come true. I reached up and ran my little fingers over Jason’s washboard abdominals, feeling the hard bulging eight pack and the crevices in between the bulging muscles. His skin was sweaty. My hands ran over the skin like it was satin. And it was so thin that the muscles were right underneath. I could move the skin over the hard muscles like it was cellophane. He flexed for me and I gasped as I felt the rock hard muscles. Suddenly my cock exploded. I didn’t even touch it and I came. His muscles were so sensual to me I came all over my chest, groaning and cumming as I felt his washboard abs. He looked down and grinned. “Just like I thought. You’re a faggot for my body. I saw you looking at my muscles before. And now look at you, cumming all over your chest just by feeling my abs. I got a faggot for a big brother, a faggot who loves little brother’s muscles. But here’s the deal bro. I’m not going to tell anybody you’re a faggot. I’m not going to tell your friends at school. I’m not going to tell our parents. You being a faggot for little brother’s hot body is just between you and me. But you’re gonna be my total slave. And you’re gonna be my little faggot boy servicing my big cock any time I want it. But you’re gonna get to feel my muscles as they grow bigger and bigger, which should make you a very happy little faggot.”

He pushed his cock right into my face. “Lick my balls faggot.” I looked at Jason’s big ball sack and his two huge balls hanging down. I really wanted to lick those balls. I started licking his balls, sucking them into my mouth and licking them inside. His balls were very big, a lot bigger than my balls. I sucked and I licked and smelled his crotch sweat which was right in my nose. He was moaning with pleasure as his little cocksucker serviced him. He started thrusting his hips, as he moaned louder and louder. “You’re a good cocksucker, faggot” he moaned. “You got a real nice little tongue. You know how to make a man feel real good. Now lick my cock.” He rubbed his big cock in my face and I started licking it, tasting the precum which was oozing out of his slit as he started moaning louder and louder. Fortunately my parent’s bedroom was on the other side of the house, so they couldn’t hear a thing. I licked and sucked and licked and sucked and he started thrusting his hips harder and harder as his cock hit my face. It was as hard as a steel pipe. Then he pulled back, jammed his cock in my mouth and yelled “Take it faggot!” He started thrusting his hips back and forth as he rammed his cock in and out of my mouth, gagging me every time he jammed it down into my throat. I was feeling his legs and his abs and his butt and his arms, those rock hard muscles that had gotten so big and hard in just one week. My cock got hard again as he was furiously fucking my mouth and I was feeling his muscles and breathing in his sweat. My little brother was totally dominating me, fucking my face with total lust, and I liked it. Finally his thrusts became much faster and then he yelled as he spurted gush after gush after gush of cum into my mouth and down my eager throat. I came too.

He took his still hard cock out of my mouth. “You’re a grteat cocksucker, faggot. That was a lot better than beating off,” he said. “You got a nice little throat I can fill up with my big cock. You get me real turned on with all your wimpy flesh touching my big cock. And when you feel my muscles that turns me on too. I feel like a fucking bull when I’m fucking your little face. I feel like a fucking bull fucking a little faggot wimp brother who’s feeling the bull’s big strong muscles.” He kept rubbing his cock. It was still hard. “And I’m not done yet, faggot. I’m gonna fuck your little ass. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you.” He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so I was on my stomach. My little ass was pointing straight up at him. He rubbed his hand over my soft white butt. His butt was as hard as a rock and my butt was as soft as jello. But I was real tight inside. I was a total virgin. Then he spit into my asshole a couple of times and he spit on his cock. He found my asshole and then he rammed his cock into it. He didn’t go in slowly. He didn’t ask me if it hurt. He just rammed his big steel weapon into my asshole, busting through my sphincter muscles like a battering ram busting through soft mud. “Take it all, faggot,” he yelled as he smashed his dick into me, smashing it in with all the power of his abs and his butt. I screamed in pain and that seemed to turn him on more. He liked it when his big cock caused me pain. “Yeah, feel my big cock, faggot. Feel how big and hard it is. It’s gonna fuck the shit outta you. You’re my little faggot wimp!” He started thrusting his hips up and down, forcing his cock in and out of my asshole. Blood was coming out, blood caused by his huge cock busting through my little body. This made it easier for him to pump and he pumped harder and harder and harder. At first I cried in pain but then his pumping started to feel good. My asshole was opened up and now I felt a surge of pleasure with each thrust of is huge cock. He was grunting like an animal as he fucked me and I was moaning in pleasure. Finally he came again, filling up my asshole with his cum. He came for over a minute. Then he laid on top of me, thrusting his still sensuous cock in my butt, moaning with pleasure as his sensitive cock felt my butt press against it. “Nice fuck,” he said into my ear. “You’re gonna be a nice little fuck slave for your big little brother, faggot.”

Finally he pulled his cock out of my butt and stood up next to the bed. I gazed up at his body which was dripping with sweat. His abs were so incredible, a washboard of solid muscle that had just fucked the shit out of me. His cock was still semi hard and he slapped it back and forth across my face. “Tomorrow you’re driving me to school. Your car is my car. With that fuck, you just gave your car to me. You’re my total slave and everything you own is mine. Including your car. Only I don’t have a drivers license yet, so you’re my driver. If I want to go somewhere, you’re gonna take me. And all my friends too. You’re my total slave and you do what I want.” He pushed his cock into my face and rubbed the last few drops of cum and my shit all over my cheeks. Then he opened the door and strutted out, out to his big new bedroom. I went to the bathroom and cleaned out my bloodied butt and washed my face. Then I went back to my room and grabbed his sweat filled boxer shorts which he had left. I smelled his sweat and came again.

 

Part 4

I lay in my bed thinking about what had just happened. In less than eight hours I went from the dominant older brother in our house to my little brother’s wimpy slave. In a week, he’d gained 10 pounds of muscle. He knows he’s going to get big. He’s already way stronger than me. He ate all my food. My parents are really into his muscles and want him to get huge. He forced me to give him my bedroom. He made me suck his cock and my tight little ass was his to fuck. He’s taken my car, the car I paid for with my summer job earnings - now it’s his car and I’m just his driver. My life totally changed in eight hours. He’s the dominant brother and I’m just his slave.

The next morning I was getting ready to eat breakfast. My mom had cooked a big breakfast of eggs and bacon and toast because she knew Jason would be hungry. She was cooking him more and more food as he got hungrier and hungrier from working out and getting bigger muscles. The smell was delicious and I could hardly wait to eat when Jason came bounding down the stairs, dressed in a tight white tee shirt that showed off all his new muscles and some low hanging shorts, hanging low over his low hanging boxers. “Gained another pound last night! My muscles just keep getting bigger and bigger.” He came up to me and flexed his arm in my face. “God that food smells good. I am so hungry!” My mom brought out two plates with twice as much food on Jason’s plate as on my plate. Jason looked at the plates. “I want it all,” he said. “I want all that food. You wanna give me your food, don’t you Johnny. You wanna give my muscles all your food.” He wrapped his arm around my neck and flexed his bicep. “You want this muscle to grow even bigger, don’t you wimp. You want your little brother to have the biggest muscles in the whole school. You want him to get huge!” I looked down at the food. I was so hungry because I didn’t have much to eat the night before. He squeezed his bicep harder into my neck. I gagged. I reached up and tried to pull his arm away, but it was like a steel girder squeezing into my neck, with his weight trained bicep bulging up like a big rock. He was so strong there was no way I could fight back. “Okay Jason sir, you can have my food” I gurgled. He let go and I looked at my mom. She was looking at Jason’s bulging muscles in his arm. She didn’t seem to care about me. He grabbed my plate and poured my food onto his plate and he started gulping down the food. My mom keept looking at his muscular arm as he fed himself. “Can you make me some toast?” I pleaded. “Please, mom. I’m hungry.” She took her eyes away from Jason’s body and made me some toast and she cooked her last egg for me too. Jason gobbled down our food, eleven eggs and tons of bacon and toast. Mom served me my toast and my one egg. He grabbed my plate and scooped the egg onto his plate. He gobbled down my egg with more toast mom gave him. I was left with two pieces of toast. “Eggs got a lot or pretein. Gotta feed these muscles,” he said as he patted his full stomach. “Gotta make ‘em real big.”

We walked out to my -oh I mean Jason’s - car. It was a used Volkswagen Rabbit that had four seats. Jason was carrying some CD’s in his hand. He got in the passenger seat and looked over to me. “Get rid of your CD’s,” he said. “You like rock and I hate rock. It’s my car, so we’re playing rap from now on. Oh yeah, and we’re picking up Steve and Jamal. I’m taking them to school too.” Steve was a skinny little blond boy who was probably Jason’s best friend. Jamal was a black kid, also very skinny. There were both dumb skateboarders like Jason and they skated together everywhere, getting into trouble wherever they went.

Jason put a rap CD in the player and he turned it up loud. I hated rap, but I didn’t have any choice. Jason said it was his car and I couldn’t argue with his new muscles. I took my rock CD’s and put them under the drivers seat. It was going to be all rap all the time. He told me where to go, about a mile away, and there, standing on a corner were Steve and Jamal. I had known them for years, but they were Jason’s friends not mine. I stopped the car and Jason ordered me to get out. He gave his friends high fives. “You guys remember how Johnny here used to beat me up all the time, how he’s twist my arm, punch me in the gut, wrestle me to the ground. Well, things are different now. I’ve put on 11 pounds of muscle in the last week. My new weight set is great! I’m eating tons of food and gaining a pound or two of muscle every day. And now I’m a lot stronger than little Johnny boy here. I’m his boss. I own his car and he’s my total slave. Check out my muscles. Look how much they’ve grown.”

Jason ripped off his shirt and flexed his muscles for his friends. They gasped as they saw the amazing size of his new muscles. They rubbed their hands over his pecs and abs and gasped as they felt the hardness of his muscles. They were both skinny little skater boys. Jason was getting big. I could see it, they could see it and I could see it. Now Jason wanted to prove he was my master. “Get on your knees, slave!” he yelled. “Get on your knees and look up at your master.” I hesitated for a moment and he punched me hard in the gut. I buckled over in pain. His punch was very hard, harder than any punch I could throw. “Obey your master, slave, or you’re gonna get a real beating.” He made a fist and moved his arm back and forth, like he was going to hit me again. My eyes bulged out as I saw his bulging muscles. Immediately I dropped to my knees and looked up at his brutally handsome face and his clear blue eyes. “Tell me you will do anything I order, slave. Tell me you are my total slave.” I looked up and hesitated. He hit me hard in the shoulder. Then he hit me harder again, so hard I almost fell over. I was trembling. “I will do anything you order, sir. I am your total slave.” God, I thought to myself. Here I was, a senior in high school, telling my 14 year old brother in front of his friends that I was his slave. Steve and Jamal were snickering.

“Okay, Steve, what would you like my slave to do. Think of something gross and I will make him do it.” Steve thought for a minute and then looked down at his shoes. He was wearing white leather sneakers but they were all brown and dirty, full of grime and dirt from his hours on the street. “Have him lick my shoes, Jason. Have him clean off my shoes with his little tongue. I want nice clean shoes.” Jason grinned. “Yeah, slave. Lick his shoes. Clean ‘em until they shine. If there’s any dirt left you’re gonna get a big punch for every spot of dirt.” He punched me in the shoulder very hard. I looked at his fist and his muscular forearm and I shivered. Then I looked at Steve’s shoes and I gagged. I thought about all the dog shit and all the other disgusting things that were on those shoes. “Lick!” yelled Jason and he kicked me hard in the ribs. So I started licking, using all my spit to lick all the crap off those sneakers. I spit out a load of spit and dirt and Jason kicked me again. “Eat the dirt, slave. You gotta eat all that dirt. Fill your wimpy little tummy with all of Steve’s dirt. Clean those shoes and eat all that shit.” I was now gagging as I licked, swallowing my spit and tasting the disgusting dirt. The three boys were laughing as they watched me lick and eat the dirt. And the more I gagged the harder they laughed. Jason loved his absolute control over me, his wimpy older brother. Finally I was done, but there was one little smudge of dirt I couldn’t get off. His shoes really looked good except for that little smudge. Jason looked at the shoes and then punched me hard in the shoulder. The punch was so hard I fell over. “You left one piece of dirt so you get one punch.” He flexed his arm and looked at his bulging muscles. “Good punch,” he said to his arm.

Then he looked at Jamal. “Okay, Jamal. What disgusting thing would you like my slave to do for you?” Jamal thought for a minute and then said. “I wanna pin him and then spit in his mouth. And I want him to swallow all my spit. I wanna watch him swallow my spit while I’m pinning his little arms.” Jason smiled. His friends were very creative when it came to humiliating his big brother slave. He loved it. “Okay, slave, you’re gonna fight Jamal. But you’re gonna lose. Jamal is gonna pin you and then you’re gonna open your mouth and wait for his spit. That’s an order, slave.” He looked at me and smiled while he flexed his arm right in my face. “ Okay. Ready, GO!” Jamal grabbed me and spun me around. I was way heavier than he was. I think he only weighed about 95 pounds. But I didn’t try to fight him. I had to lose. Jason had ordered me to lose. He pushed me to the ground and spun around on top of me. He pinned my arms to the ground. I looked up at his black face, which was very good looking. He held my arms to the ground and moved his crotch around on my stomach. He rubbed his crotch on my stomach like he was fuckng me. Jason and Steve were laughing. Then he looked down at me and made some gurgling sounds in his mouth. But I didn’t open my mouth. I just looked up at his black face. “Open up,” Jason ordered as he kicked me hard. I opened my mouth. I heard him slurp a big ball of spit in his mouth. Then he opened his mouth and dropped the spit right into my mouth. It was a huge amount of spit. It was warm and it actually tasted pretty good compared to the dirt and shit I had just been eating. “Swallow it,” Jason said. I swallowed the spit. Then Jamal spit again, this time right on my face. The boys all laughed. They thought this was hilarious. I felt horrible with my face covered with Jamal’s spit. And yet as I looked up at Jason’s body I knew there was nothing I could do about it. He was my master and if he wanted to treat me this way he could do it. And I loved his muscles so much.

Finally Jason said “Okay slave. Get up!” I stumbled to my feet and stood in front of Jason, hoping this was over. It was. “Get in the car and drive us to school.” So I wiped the spit off my face, got in the car and drove my 14 year old little brother master and his friends to school. They were laughing the whole time. I dropped them off in front of the school. “Meet me here when school’s out,” said Jason. “Me and my friends got things to do after school.” I nodded my head and said “Yes sir,” and then I went to find a parking place in the students’ parking lot.

I got back to the school just before the bell was about to ring. Then it happened again. Two of the 15 year old sophomore jocks saw me and surrounded me. “Give up your lunch money, dweeb,” they said. “Give us your money or get pounded again.” I had been pounded by these two thugs for so long. I didn’t even fight. I never fought. I knew these young jocks could pound the shit out of me. I handed them my money as I always did. Now I was going to be hungry without a lunch. Maybe I could get a bite from a friend.

Then across the hall I saw Jason looking at me. He was still talking to Steve and Jamal but he was looking at me. After the thugs left, he came over and said, “What were those two guys doing, Johnny?” A tear dropped down my cheek. “They took my lunch money. They’re big and strong. They take my money all the time.” More tears flowed down my face. Jason got a very angry look on his face. He took his hand and rubbed away my tears. For a second I thought I saw a genuine look of concern in his eyes. “You’re my slave. You’re nobody else’s slave. I’m gonna find ‘em and I’m gonna smash ‘em. No kid in this school is gonna push around my big brother. I’m the only kid who can push you around.” He stormed away just as the bell rung. We all headed to class.

I didn’t see Jason again until lunch time. A friend of mine gave me a dollar and I bought a piece of pizza. Then I saw the two sophomore thugs sitting at a side table, eating like six pieces of pizza each and glugging down a coke. They used their money and my money to buy themselves a very big lunch. These boys each weighed about 150 pounds. They were both football players and they worked out every day in the school gym. They were very strong. Then I saw Jason walk up to them. God, what nerve my little brother had. Each of those thugs was 35 pounds heavier than he was and they were way stronger than him too. He started talking to them. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but the two thugs stood up and looked at him menacingly. Then Jason flexed his arm and looked one of the thugs right in the face. He said something and the thug sat down. Then the other thug sat down. Jason walked away. The thugs sat there. They didn’t eat any more pizza. They just sat there.

I ran up to Jason. “What did you tell them, sir?” I asked. “I told them I had started lifting weights and had gained 11 pounds of muscle in a week. I told them I was going to get big, a lot bigger and a lot stronger than them. I told them I’d be bigger and stronger in about a month. And I told them if they ever touch you again I’m gonna beat the shit outta them. I’m gonna find ‘em and beat the fucking shit outta them. And I will. They could see it in my eyes. They could see it in my muscles. They were afraid. I’m way smaller than they are, but they were afraid of me. I looked into that guy’s eyes, like this, and he just sat down. If either of those guys touches you, you just tell me, Johnny. If any guy touches you, tell me. I’ll smash ‘em. I protect my slave.” Jason looked into my eyes with his piercing blue eyes. He looked determined. He looked aggressive. He looked dominant. I could see why those thugs were afraid of Jason. “Thank you sir,” I said. “You can thank my later when you suck my cock, slave. You can suck it extra good.” Then he turned around and strutted away. I could hardly wait to feel his muscles when he fucked my face that night.

I met Jason right after school just like he had ordered me. He was with Steve and Jamal and they all hopped in the car. They turned up the rap music real loud and Jason ordered me to drive around the school a couple of times with the windows down and the rap music playing loud. They were laughing and talking and waving to their friends as I drove like a little chauffer for them. Then Jason told me to take them to a drive thru fast food place. On the way, he turned down the CD for a minute and told Steve and Jamal that I was his personal slave. They couldn’t touch me or order me to do anything. And if they did, he’d smash them so hard they would wish they were dead. Only he, Jason, could order me around. He and only he was my master. They nodded their heads and looked at me. I looked at them in the rear view mirror and smiled. Jason was my protector. He was my slave master but he was also my protector. I felt real good sitting next to him in the car. I loved my little brother.

 

Part 5

We got to the fast food place and Jason ordered three double cheeseburgers. He was real hungry, he said. The other two guys just ordered one. And I got a plain hamburger. They had run out of money after Jason ordered so much food. They all ordered cokes too. They started wolfing down the food in the car as I drove away, biting on my little hamburger. Jason was done with his three double cheeseburgers in about a minute. “God I was hungry,” he said. “Feels so good to feed my muscles. I’m not working out today, so all I gotta do is eat and eat and eat. Gotta get big. Real big.” Steve and Jamal ate their burgers more slowly and finished their one burger just as Jason was finishing his third one. There was no doubt who the leader of this group was. We drove around for awhile and then we dropped off Steve and Jamal and went home. When he got home, Jason got out of the car and said, “Clean up the mess in my car, slave. I want it nice and clean tomorrow.” I looked around and saw all the hamburger wrappers and drink cups strewed around. Jason went into the house and I cleaned up the car.

Dad came home and carried a huge bag into the house. Jason and I were in the kitchen and Jason was already salivating for dinner even though he had just eaten three double cheeseburgers two hours before. “I got a present for you Jason,” said dad. “It sort of goes with the weight set. You need weights and you need food to get big.” He pulled stuff out of the bag. It was filled with protein and supplements and even some creatine. That bag must have cost him hundreds of dollars. Jason’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah! Food! Protein! I’m gonna get huge. Thanks dad!” Dad looked at me and said sheepishly, “You can have some too, John.” I shook my head. “I’m not getting big, dad. Jason’s the one who’s getting big. I just hope you and mom buy enough food so I don’t starve during our meals. Jason’s getting all my food.” My mom smiled. “I know, son. He’s so hungry all the time. But now I’ve bought tons of food. There’s going to be plenty for you and for him. And now he’s got the protein too. He’s gonna have so much food in his stomach he’s gonna vomit if he’s not careful.” Jason laughed. “I can never have enough food in my stomach, mom. I’m never gonna vomit. I gotta eat and eat and eat. No workout today. Just eating. Eating big to get big. And I’m really hungry!” So we had dinner and this time there was plenty of food. Jason had three big helpings and I had one small one. Then he made a protein shake to drink before he went to bed. Then we went upstairs to our bedrooms and in less than 15 minutes he was in my room fucking me. And I thanked him again for getting the thugs to back off by giving him a fantastic blow job. After that blow job he fucked me twice in my ass. I was feeling his muscles the whole time and I came twice myself. I didn’t do any homework but I had a great night. I wanted Jason to get bigger. I wanted him to get huge.

The next day Jason gave me a new order. “You make me two big protein shakes and take them to school. Put them in your locker and give me your combination. I’ll drink ‘em as a morning snack and an afternoon snack. Then you take the containers home and wash ‘em out and make more shakes for the next day. You’re gonna make me protein shakes every day. You make ‘em and I eat ‘em. Oh yeah, and you’re gonna do all my chores around the house. I’m gonna be workin’ out and eating all the time. And I hate doing chores. So you’re gonna do all my chores. If you don’t do ‘em I’ll smash you. You understand that slave?” He made a fist and tapped it against my gut. “Yes sir,” I said meekly. I was under my little brother’s total control. So I was making his protein shakes, doing his chores, driving him around and cleaning his car, and getting fucked by him. And all he was doing was working out, eating like a horse and getting big and strong.

The next morning Jason burst into my room and yelled “I gained three pounds! I gained three pounds of fucking muscle! All that food turned into muscle!” He rubbed his abs which were still fat free. “No fat, all muscle!” he yelled. “I’m gettin’ big!” I went over and felt his arms and delts and pecs which he happily flexed for me. “Yeah, you’re gettin’ big sir. I want you to get real big. I want you to get real strong.” He grinned and yelled “Yeah!” I made the protein shakes, Jason had a huge breakfast and we drove to school, picking up Steve and Jamal on the way. This time they didn’t torture me. But they were playing the rap real loud and Jason was showing them his muscles and bragging about how much muscle he had gained.

I put the protein shakes in my locker and gave Jason the combination. During the morning recess I needed to get a book from my locker and I saw Jason there drinking his protein. Then a big Senior boy came up to him. This kid Tony was huge, about six feet tall and 200 pounds, a lot of fat but a lot of muscle too. I had had a lot of run ins with Tony. He had always been big, even in grade school and junior high and he loved to pick on smaller kids. And now Jason was standing in the middle of the Senior lockers. Only Seniors were supposed to be there. And here was this little 14 year old Freshman standing where only Seniors were supposed to stand. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Tony yelled at Jason. “You’re just a puny little Freshman. I’m gonna teach you not to mess with us Seniors. We run this school. You Freshmen aren’t shit!” He pulled back his fist and smashed it into Jason’s gut. Except Jason had flexed his ab muscles and they were like rocks. There was a loud smacking sound as Tony’s fist hit Jason’s brick wall of muscle. Tony pulled back his fist and rubbed it. His hand was in pain. “Shit, you’re a strong little punk,” he said as he rubbed his sore hand. “I’m gonna really have to bash you hard.”

I rushed up and grabbed Tony’s shoulder. “Tony, don’t hurt him. He’s my little brother. I told him he could use my locker.” Tony looked at me and then he looked at Jason. “You sure don’t look like brothers. You’re a fucking wimp and he’s as hard as a rock. Look at his fuckin’ little arms. He’s got more muscle than you’ll ever have. Well it don’t matter. I’m gonna fuck you both up. I know you’re easy to fuck up so I’m gonna start with little bro first.” He raised his fists and pushed Jason back against the lockers. Jason raised his fists too. He didn’t look afraid at all but I knew there was no way he could stop 200 pounds of muscle that wanted to smash him. Then I got an idea. I jumped up and wrapped my skinny little arm around Tony’s neck. I grabbed my wrist with my other hand. I was now holding on to Tony’s thick neck. “What the fuck!” he yelled. He started squirming, trying to shake me off. Jason saw his opportunity. He smashed Tony in the gut and then in the chest, blasting his fists into Tony’s body with devastating force. He smashed him several times. Tony couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He kept shaking me and yelling as his body got pounded by Jason’s fists. Then Jason smashed his fist into Tony’s face, hitting his nose square on and breaking it. Blood started flowing down his chin. Finally Tony shook me off but by then it was too late. Jason kept pounding him and he finally fell down and curled up in a fetal position on the floor whimpering. Jason gave him a good kick and then gave me a high five. “Nice work, bro,” he said. He finished drinking his protein and then we put it away. Jason strutted off and I stood there looking at the bully who had tormented me for so many years curledl up like a baby. I smiled. Then I kicked him and walked away.

I didn’t see Jason for the rest of the day. I was waiting for him at the car like a good slave, ready to drive him and his friends wherever he wanted to go. Then I saw a guy straggle through the parking lot with big bruises all over his face. It was obvious he was in pain. It was Jason. I rushed up to him and asked him what happened. “Your good buddy Tony got some of his big friends to gang up on me and take me down. It took four of ‘em - and they were all huge - but they did it. They said Seniors weren’t gonna take any shit from a little Freshman skater boy and they wanted to show me who the bosses are at school - them. So they beat me to a pulp. I couldda won if there were only two of ‘em, but four big thugs were too much. Too bad I didn’t have you to protect me,” he said, looking at my skinny body, trying to be funny even though he was in pain. Then he got serious. “I’m gonna take over this school. I’m gonna get so big I’m just gonna take over. Those four assholes are toast. I’m gonna get big. Real big.” He said that with the same kind of certainty I had heard from him before. And I believed it. Jason was going to get real big. He was going to take over. He had already taken over me. Now he was going to take over the school.

“I’ll take you home, sir,” I said as I opened the door for him. He got in. “I told Steve and Jamal to walk home. I wanna go home with you and work out so hard my body’s gonna die. You’re gonna spot me Johnny. Every workout you’re gonna spot me. I’m gonna work my muscles so hard and lift weights that are so heavy I’m gonna need a spot. And you’re gonna do it slave. And you’re gonna make all my protein shakes and feed me all the time. You’re gonna stuff me with food. I’m gonna be just like those geese in France who are force fed so they get real big real fast. I’m gonna be workin’ out so hard and eating so much food I’m gonna get huge real fast. I’m gonna will my muscles to get bigger. I’m gonna will my bones to get bigger. I’m gonna will my whole body to get bigger. And I will get huge. And I will be incredibly strong. I’m taking over that whole school.” He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes and I believed him. My mother was cooking him tons of good food. My dad was buying him all the supplements in the world. I was going to force feed him food and protein and supplements all the time. And he was going to work out like a wild man with me spotting his incredibly heavy lifts. He had the most confidence I have ever seen in a boy. He was confident. He was arrogant. He was dominant. His brain was going to tell his muscles and bones to grow. He really was going to will his body to get huge. And it would. I could just tell.

We got home and he said, “Make me another big protein shake. I’m hungry already. And bring up some energy drinks too.” I went into the kitchen and made a big protein drink and grabbed some energy drinks. I went up to his bedroom and he was already changed out of his school clothes and was wearing just his green nylon workout shorts. I almost creamed in my pants as I saw his body. He had welts and bruises all over his chest and back, as well as on his face, but his muscles were big and rippling all over his body. Even though they were bruised they were ready to work out hard. And his abs had no bruises at all. They were too hard for the big kids to damage.

He handed me his workout routine, which he had copied from a muscle magazine. He had written in the exercises he did and the weights he used for each set. “You’re gonna keep track of my workouts Johnny. You write down how much weight I used and in the next workout I’ll go up from there. Every workout I’m gonna get stronger. You gotta change the weights too. I gotta rest between sets so you gotta change the weights. And you gotta feed me. Every two hours. You stuff me with food. Even if I say I’m full, you stuff more food in me. Tell me to eat it and I will. You’re gonna be a busy little slave. Oh yeah, I wanna take my measurements. I took ‘em last week and I wanna take ‘em again. I wanna see how big I’ve gotten already. As he was talking he drank the big protein shake and one of the energy drinks.

He handed me a tape and he flexed his arm. I measured the bulging muscle. “Twelve inches,” I said and I wrote it down. He smiled. “Last week it was 11-1/2 so I gained a half inch of muscle in a week.. How big is your little arm, slave boy?” I flexed and he wrapped the tape around my flabby little bicep. “Ten and a half inches,” he said. “And it’s as soft as mush. A 17 year old senior with an 10-1/2 inch arm. Pretty disgusting. You’re a real easy target for those big bullies to beat up. But it won’t matter soon. When I take over the school I’m gonna protect my little slave. No big dude is gonna beat up my little slave Johnny anymore. Except me, I can beat you up any time I want.” He laughed and hit me on the shoulder.

We measured the rest of his muscles. His chest measured 39 inches. It had grown a whole inch in a week. His waist was only 25 inches, the same as it had been the week before but now it was shredded muscle. His legs measured 19 inches, an inch bigger. He had gained a lot of muscle in a week. And now I hoped he would be gaining big muscle. Big muscle, real fast.

I looked at his workout chart. “Okay, you start with barbell military presses. Last workout you maxed out at 65 pounds. Where to you want to start today, sir?” He looked at the barbell. “Seventy pounds!” he yelled. “I’m gonna start with more than I maxed out with last time. Then I’m goin’ up from there! I’m gonna force my muscles to get huge. I’m gonna tell ‘em to pump up and grow, to handle the heavy iron!” So I loaded the bar to 70 pounds and he lifted it to his shoulders. I watched his muscles flex and my cock was already hard. My cock was hard during this whole workout. He pressed the bar over his head and then lowered it. “Like a fucking feather!” he yelled as he pressed it up again. He got to seven reps and then he slowed down. “Spot me, slave. Push up that iron just a little bit. Force those muscles to grow!” I put my hands under the bar and gently helped his bulging delt muscles push up the bar. I started yelling at him. “You got it Jason! Your muscles are way stronger than that fucking iron. Look at your shoulders. Look at all that muscle! Push it up muscle. Get bigger. Get stronger. Push up the fucking iron!” He pushed and I spotted and he got three more reps. He dropped the bar and smiled at me. “You’re a fucking good spotter, slave. You really make my muscles work. He flexed his shoulders in the mirror and I put my hands on them. “Real big,” I said. “They’re getting real big. And fuck, they’re real strong!” He looked over at his right shoulder. “You’re not big enough. Get bigger. Get stronger!” The fibers kind of twitched and flexed in his shoulder, like they were hearing what their young commander was telling them to do. “Put on 10 pounds,” he said. He drank some energy drink while I added the weight. Now the bar weighed 80 pounds. A huge weight that I couldn’t imagine pressing overhead. He grabbed the bar and pressed it up. “Fuckin’ strong!” he yelled as his big shoulders pushed up the bar. He got four reps and then I spotted. I yelled at his muscles and spotted him so he got three more reps. He did one more set with this weight and then ordered me to add five pounds. His last set was going to be with 85 pounds, 20 more pounds than he used in his last workout. He pressed up the bar and did one rep on his own. Then I spotted him and he got two more. His shoulders were now totally exhausted. He flexed them in the mirror and I rubbed them with my fingers. “Would you like a massage after your workout, sir? Massages are good for your muscles. I read that once.” He looked at me and then at my little fingers rubbing his delt muscles. “Yeah, that would be good. It’ll relax my muscles so they can take in more protein and grow. And it’ll feel good too, getting a massage from my little slave. A massage will make me feel real good before I fuck you.” He grabbed my hard cock. And I bet you can hardly wait to massage my muscles. You are just so hot for my body!” I rubbed my fingers on his delt muscles and said, “Yes sir, I am sir. I love your muscles.” He smiled and flexed for me.

So Jason did his whole workout, always starting out with more weight that his max from the last workout. I spotted him in every set, yelling at him to push harder, telling him his muscles were way stronger than the iron and then fondling and massaging his sweaty muscles at the end of each set. I felt like I was in heaven, seeing and feeling my brother’s big muscles. I kept increasing the weights for each set. The workout lasted two and a half hours and he was totally exhausted at the end. I ran down and made him a huge protein shake. He drank it down quickly so I made him another one and he drank that too but very slowly. I could see his stomach bulging out a bit with all the protein shakes inside, so I didn’t bring him another shake. Soon he would be eating a huge dinner. Then I was going to force him to eat more protein every two hours, even during the middle of the night. His stomach was always going to be full of protein. His digestive system was going to be digesting that protein constantly and all that digested protein was going to go right into his muscles, making them bigger and stronger. I wondered what he would weigh in two days when he had his next workout. All his bruises and welts were gone from his body. His brutal workout forced his muscles to pump up and expand with blood, blood that fixed his injured tissues during the workout. His body completely recovered from his beating and he looked gorgeous.

“Gimme a massage, slave. Knead my sweaty muscles with your little hands. I’m gonna talk to my muscles and tell ‘em to grow. You can talk to my muscles too. You help me make ‘em grow.” I could hardly wait to massage Jason’s hot totally pumped muscles. “Lie on your stomach sir,” I said. He was so exhausted he flopped down on his bed and rolled onto his stomach. His skin was covered with sweat and it was very hot. I pulled off his wet, sweaty shorts, exposing his wet, sweaty muscle butt. I stripped of my shorts too. We were both naked as I looked at Jason’s perfect body lying on his bed. My cock was rock hard.

I started with his neck, massaging the big muscles. “Neck, you are already thick and muscular. You’re going to get a lot bigger and stronger,” I said. “You’ll get bigger as Jason strains all his muscles when he works them. He make me pull on his head as you turn and flex. You are already so strong. Pretty soon you’re gonna be stronger than my little arms. You’re going to get so big and strong that Jason can use his head as a battering ram, a battering ram powered by the thick strong neck of a wrestler.” Jason smiled and moved his head slightly, flexing his neck muscles. “Yeah, get bigger neck. Grow big! Grow huge!” I rubbed his neck muscles and he kind of purred, like a kitten. Then I moved my hands over to his trap muscles. I kneaded the muscles which were very thick and hard. “Traps, you need to relax. You are as hard as rocks. You lifted some very heavy weights today, huge shoulder shrugs with lots of iron pulling against you. But that iron was nothing to you. You pulled and it went up. Muscle against iron and the muscle won. Now you’re going to get even bigger, even stronger. My little slave fingers are relaxing you, making you soft and pliable, relaxing the hard muscle so lots of protein will flow in and make you bigger.” Jason was purring louder. “Grow huge traps,” he ordered. “You’re gonna pull a ton of weight.” He was ordering his muscles to grow. And he loved it when I talked to his muscles. He loved thinking about his muscles growing, getting bigger and stronger. He was ordering them to grow. He was their master and they did what he told them to do, just like I did as his slave.

I moved my hands out to his shoulders. The muscles were tense. I could see the fibers of muscle twitching and those fibers were covered with veins. The muscles were totally pumped. “Shoulders, you are so big. You are like big cannonballs of muscle sitting on top of Jason’s bones. You are so strong. And you are going to get even bigger and stronger. I am kneading you, relaxing the hard muscle. Let yourself go. Relax. Let that protein soak into your fibers, fibers that will grow bigger and grow stronger.” Jason purred and moved his arms slowly so I could feel his big delt muscles flexing in my little fingers. “Grow huge, delts. Grow real wide and thick. You’re gonna grow from little cannonballs to huge cannonballs. Grow!” Jason purred as I rubbed his shoulders. My cock was rock hard and I’m sure his cock was hard too.

I moved down to his arms and rubbed my fingers over the rippling muscles. “Arms, you are already way bigger than my arms and way stronger too. And now you’re going to get huge. I am going to force feed Jason every two hours. He is going to eat tons of protein and you are going to soak up all that protein and grow way bigger and way stronger. I won’t be able to cover you with even two hands you will be so big. You will be able to crush anything you want. You will be unstoppable.” Jason relaxed his arm muscles as much as he could and I rubbed my fingers into them, feeling the hard fibers of muscle which I was getting to relax. I rubbed each arm separately, from his shoulders to his wrist and gradually the muscles relaxed. Jason was purring. “Grow big, arms,” he moaned. “Grow huge and strong. You’re gonna be the biggest arms in the whole school. I’m gonna have more muscle in one of you than the little slave here has in his whole body. Get huge, arms.” He purred some more as I kneaded the muscles in his arms.

Then I moved over to his lats. The muscles were thick and pumped, flaring down from his wide shoulders to his narrow hips. “Lats, you are so thick and wide. You look like the wings of a cobra, flaring down from wide shoulders to narrow hips. And you are so strong, lifting huge weights off the ground like they are toys. Relax those muscles, master. Force them to relax. Force them to grow. Force them to grow huge.” Jason purred and said, “Grow huge, lats. Get thicker. Get wider. Get stronger. Get so strong that I can break bones when I crush somebody’s ribs. Get huge!” And he purred some more as I relaxed his lats with my little fingers.

I moved my hands over to his lower back muscles and kneaded the thick muscles in his lower back. They were very hard. They were still pumped and flexed after having lifted very heavy weights off the floor when Jason did deadlifts. “Relax, muscles,” I said. “You are so hard. You’re like steel. You need to relax now. You need to relax so all that protein with be sucked up by your big muscle fibers so they grow bigger and stronger. Relax big muscles, relax.” Jason purred as I massaged his back. Slowly his muscles began to relax. “Grow big, back muscles,” he purred. “Get so big and strong that I can lift huge weights off the ground. Get so big and strong that I can lift big kids up and throw them around like little toys. Get so big that I can lift cars off their wheels.” He purred as I massaged his back.

I moved my hands down to his butt and kneaded his hard glutes. His butt was round and firm. It was filled with muscle. There was no fat in his muscle butt. “Glutes, you are so big and strong. You help my master squat with huge weights. You are so round, so beautiful. You got a beautiful butt, sir.” Jason laughed. “Yeah, it’s beautiful but it’s also real strong. Get stronger butt. Get real strong. I wanna pound my cock into the puny slave boy’s flabby butt and you’re gonna get so strong my cock’s gonna be like a piledriver with unstoppable force. The little faggot really likes beautiful muscles and he says you’re beautiful. You’re gonna stay round and firm and you’re gonna get real strong.” His butt muscles flexed in my hands like they were saying yes to Jason’s orders.

I moved my hands down to Jason’s legs and massaged his big hamstrings. They were tight and I loosened them up. Then I moved down to his calves and felt the huge muscles. “God calves you are so big. And they’re so hard, master. They’re way bigger and way harder than my puny little calves. And I saw how strong they are. Now they’re gonna get even stronger. Tell them to get bigger and stronger, master. Tell them to suck up all the protein and get huge.” Jason grinned and flexed his calves for me as I massaged them. “Get huge, calves. Get so huge that I can hit guys and knock ‘em over like little sticks. You and my quads are gonna get so big and strong that I’m gonna be like a machine on the football field, just mowing down other kids like they aren’t even there. Get big. Get huge. Suck up all that protein and grow!”

I finished massaging Jason’s calves and moved my hands down to his feet. His feet were bigger than mine. I knew that meant he was going to grow taller and wider than me. His feet were muscular, thick with muscle as they helped his quads and calves lift heavy weights and helped his body zoom around on his skateboard. And they were callused with hard skin. He often skateboarded without any shoes on and his feet were strong and hard from all the punishment they took. He had a man’s feet. Big, muscular, strong and hard.

“Roll over, master. Now I’m gonna massage your front side.” Jason grinned and rolled over onto his back. Just like I had suspected, his cock was rock hard. He looked over and saw my hard cock and twitched his cock a couple of times, teasing me with his hard body and his hard cock.

I moved my hands up to his quad muscles, which were thick and bulging with muscle. I started with his right thigh and massaged the huge muscles. “Legs, you have so much muscle in you. The muscle is so firm, so hard. And it’s incredibly strong. I saw you lift those huge weights doing squats. And you are going to get a lot bigger, a lot stronger. You are going to be huge. My legs already look like little sticks next to you. And now you’re gonna get even bigger, even stronger. I can’t believe how big and strong you are going to get.” Jason smiled and flexed his quads. The muscle turned into rock, with the slabs of muscle bulging under his thin skin. Veins covered the hard muscle like they were covering stone. I gasped as rubbed that hard muscle. ‘Oh oh oh,” I said as my cock twitched beside my muscular little brother. I massaged his other leg and then I looked at his incredible upper body and his rock hard cock which he was twitching to tease me.

I wanted to feel his muscles. I wanted to taste his cock. I wanted Justin’s body. I wanted it all. I groaned and reached up and started massaging his big pecs. I had a flat little chest but Justin already had big globes of muscle on his chest. Globes of striated muscle that were hard even when he was relaxed. “Your chest is so strong, master. Your muscles are so big and so hard. They’re big now but they’re going to get huge. They’re going to get so much protein. They’re gonna work out real hard and suck up all that protein. You’re gonna have the biggest, strongest pecs in the whole school.” Justin grinned and started twitching his cock some more. I knew he was very horny, just like me. “I’m gonna be benching more than any other kid in that school. Nobody’s gonna be close to me. My pecs are gonna be so big! So strong! Grow you big muscles. Grow huge!”

Then I moved down to his abs. They were so hard. “Relax your abs, master. They are so hard.” Jason looked down at his washboard stomach. “They are relaxed, slave. They’re hard even though they’re relaxed. My abs are like rocks. They’re always hard.” I massaged those hard abs, gasping as I felt the ridges of rock hard muscle. “You are already so strong, abs. I saw you do hundreds of situps. You hurt my hand if I try to punch you. Jason told me to hit you and I did and it felt like I was hitting a brick wall. Even relaxed you are so hard. And now you’re gonna get even harder and stronger. You’re gonna soak up the protein and grow harder. But you’re gonna stay small. Jason never puts on any fat. You’re gonna be small and rock hard.” By now I was salivating as I massaged Jason’s hard abs. Jason purred. His cock was twitching back and forth.

I moved my head down down and started licking around his cock and balls. “There is another big muscle on Jason’s body and I can tell it wants to be massaged too. This muscle is so big and so hard. It’s way bigger and harder than my little muscle.” I looked at the huge cock. “You’re big, just like your owner’s muscles. And you can fuck like a bull. You have so much testosterone and so much cum you can fuck again and again. You’re like a big fucking machine. And now I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard. I want to be dominated by you. I want you to fuck my face and then my butt. I want to be dominated by my master’s big muscles and his big cock.” Jason groaned as I praised his cock. He twitched his cock. He was ready to cum right then. But I wanted to massage that huge tool first. I wanted him to get into a total sexual frenzy. I started licking his balls. His crotch sweat smelled so good as I rubbed my nose into his pubic hairs. He started groaning in pleasure as I, his slave, licked his big balls, balls that were filled with testosterone and cum. After a few minutes of this he was squirming with pleasure. “Lick my cock,” he groaned. I moved my lips up to his big hard cock and licked it. His hips started moving. I could see his abs flex as he moved. I was so turned on I was ready to cum too. “Suck it!” he yelled. “Suck my cock you little faggot!”

He was still laying on his back and I was on my hands and knees between his legs. I moved up and circled his cock with my lips. Then I bent my neck as far as I could and started sucking and licking. I sucked and licked but I could tell he wanted more. He wanted to force his cock all the way down my throat. He tried but because of my position he couldn’t get it in. His cock was rock hard and it was pressed against his washboard stomach. It wouldn’t bend down so it would fit down my throat. All my licking and sucking was getting him into a frenzy. He wanted to fuck and he wanted to fuck now. He sprang up to his knees and pounded his cock into my mouth, jamming it down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting his cock in and out. He thrust his hips back and forth, jamming his big cock in and out of my throat. He was groaning in pleasure as my mouth and throat stroked his hot cock to an erotic pinnacle. I was gagging but at the same time I liked the power of his cock in my mouth. I felt his ass muscles bulge as they flexed and flexed with each thrust. My cock was rock hard too. Finally he yelled “YEAH YEAH!” as bursts of cum spurt out of his cock down into my throat. I reached down and touched my own cock and instantly I came too. He came for over a minute, shooting so much cum I couldn’t believe it. Finally he took his cock, which was still hard, out of my mouth. “That was fantastic,” he said. “You are a fucking great cocksucker. It’s nice to have a puny little cocksucker brother slave.” I bent down and kissed his pec muscle. “Thank you sir,” I said.

 

Part 6

“It’s time for another protein drink,” I said. “I’m going to make it a double after that huge workout and fuck.” Jason looked at me and smiled. “Yeah, a double. Double the protein for double the muscle. After I suck in all that protein I gonna fuck your little ass. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you. He swung his hard cock back and forth. Then he grabbed my head and pulled it down next to his cock. He slapped my cheeks with his hard cock. “It’s so fun to fuck you,” he said. “It’s so much fun building big muscles and fucking the shit outta my little faggot brother. Yeah, so much fun being the stud of this family.”

I went down and made a big protein shake, loading it up with creatine and all the other supplements my dad had bought. There was enough protein in that shake to feed me for two days, but Jason was going to glug it down and then be hungry for a huge dinner in an hour and a half. His stomach and intestines were on overdrive digesting all that protein and protein was just surging through his body feeding his growing muscles. Jason’s whole body was built to get big and strong and I was going to make sure it got big real fast. I brought up the shake and watched Jason as he glugged down the thick liquid. His body was still sweaty from his hard workout and his muscles looked beautful as he slurped down the shake. His cock was still hard. He was looking at me and smiling. He drank with one hand and stroked his cock with the other hand. He finished the shake, came up to me and picked me up like I was a feather, threw me on the bed on my stomach and rammed his cock up my ass. He fucked me so hard, grunting and yelling as he thrust his big weapon deep into my little ass. Then he came, blasting his cum inside my ass. He grunted and groaned as he unloaded his big balls into my tight ass.

I was totally turned on and I wanted to cum myself but I was forced against the bed by his muscular body and I couldn’t even touch my cock. After he finished fucking me, he spun me around so I was now lying on my back facing him as his knees straddled my legs. His cock was still semi-hard and he fondled the sensitive organ with his hand. My mouth dropped open as I gazed at his beautiful body and his drop dead handsome face. His blue eyes sparkled. He saw the effect he was having on me and he flexed his arm. Almost instinctively, I reached up and grabbed his bicep and he flexed it even harder. I moaned as I felt the size and hardness of my little brother’s big muscle. He laughed. Then he got on his hands and knees and moved his cock right above my mouth. “Lick all your shit off my cock, you little faggot slave. I wanna nice clean cock..” I started licking his cock and at the same time I grabbed my own rock hard cock with one hand and felt his hard sweaty muscles with my other hand. I was in total heaven, feeling my brother’s muscles, licking his cock and stroking my own cock. Within a minute I came and Jason laughed. “You are just such a faggot for my muscles and my cock, aren’t you bro.” I nodded my head and kissed his cock.

Jason had a huge steak dinner and I couldn’t believe how much he could eat after he had eaten such a big protein drink. Jason turned to my dad. “I’m gonna be eating every two hours. My digestion is so good that my stomach empties out every two hours. So little Johnny boy here is gonna make me protein shakes with all the supplements you bought and he’s gonna feed ‘em to me every two hours. He’s even gonna wake me up during the night to feed me. My stomach is always gonna be full of protein. And all that protein is gonna turn into muscle. I’m gonna get big, dad. Real big.” He flexed his arm and we could already see that it had grown bigger in just a few days. And it was still rock hard muscle. Jason never put on any fat. Just muscle. Then I spoke up. “Jason’s gonna need some more creatine and some more supplements, dad. I’m gonna really force feed them into his body. I want his body to be full of protein and creatine and supplements. I want him to get huge!” My mom and dad smiled. I think they were happy that their older son was supporting their younger son’s weightlifting. Little did they know that I was his little slave and that I was in love with Jason’s body. But they were now seeing that Jason was completely dominating me - taking over my room, making me drive him to school and making me do all his chores. They might have thought it was strange that I wasn’t objecting but they were happy that I wasn’t. I guess they figured the strong always dominate the weak. And Jason was strong and I was weak. And they could see I wanted Jason to get even bigger and stronger. My dad wanted Jason to get big and strong too. “I’ll buy some more creatine and supplements tomorrow,” he said as he patted Jason’s newly muscular shoulder with his hand.

After dinner we went to our separate rooms. I studied and I could hear Jason doing situps and pushups. That boy had so much energy! After two hours I made a protein shake and brought it into Jason’s room. He was hot and sweaty from all the exercises he was doing. I gasped as I saw his body. Somehow it looked bigger to me than it had just a few hours before. Bigger and all muscle. He grabbed the protein and wolfed it down. “I’m horny again,” he said as he stroked his cock which was already hard. “Service me, slave.” I moved up to his body an started licking him, licking all the sweat off his hot body. I licked his shoulders and his pecs, sucking and tickling his rock hard nipples. He groaned in pleasure. He raised his arms and I smelled his armpit sweat. This made my cock rock hard. His sweat smelled so good. So manly. So jock like. I licked the sweat off his armpits, tasting the salt and smelling the musk. Then I moved my tongue down to his abs, licking the rock hard muscle that had just done 500 situps. His skin was so thin it was like cellophane. I could feel his throbbing muscles underneath, feeling the fibers and veins with the tip of my sensitive tongue. All this time I was feeling his muscles with my fingers and I was moaning too as I felt his hard muscles and licked his hot body. Then I moved down to his cock and licked his balls and then his cock. He was moaning in pleasure as I worshipped his body. Finally he yelled, “Suck it!” and he rammed his cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked and he came almost instantly, filling my throat with cum. I had turned him on so much. I came too. We both had great orgasms. I stood up and kissed him on the lips. He didn’t pull away. He let me kiss him. It felt so good to be kissing my muscular little brother. I looked into his beautiful blue eyes as I kissed him and I moaned at his beauty. Finally when I had finished kissing his beautiful lips he said, “You sure are a faggot, but you’re a fucking good faggot.” I nodded my head. I wanted to be my muscular brother’s sex slave.

Just before bedtime I fed him another shake and he fucked me in the ass. It was ten o’clock. Then I set my alarm for two hours later. I went downstairs and made four shakes. At midnight, my alarm went off. I ran downstairs, got a shake out of the refrigerator and went into his room. I jerked him awake and said “Time to feed those muscles, stud boy.” He grabbed the shake and gulped it down. He put his head down and immediately fell asleep. I fed him again at 2 am and 4 am. At the 4 am feeding, he looked at the shake and said, “I’m still full. I’m not hungry.” I looked him in the eyes. “Eat it, Jason. I’m force feeding you. You gotta eat it whether you’re hungry or not. I’m gonna force feed your muscles. This protein is gonna make ‘em real big.” He nodded his head and drank down the liquid. I had to force feed him at 6 am but he drank it all up. He woke up at 7:30 and after brushing his teeth he marched into my room. He was dressed only in a t-shirt and boxers. “Guess what, slave boy?” he yelled. “I gained five pounds! Even after I shit and pissed I was still five pounds heavier than yesterday!” Then he walked over and stood right in front of me. “Notice anything different?” he said, looking at his shirt. I looked down at his shirt and gasped. Now I recognized the shirt. It was one of his favorite shirts and he wore it just a few days ago. Then it fit loosely on his torso. Not any more. “The shirt is tight! Your muscles have grown so big the shirt is tight! Oh fuck, Jason, you are getting so big!” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his big chest. He smiled and flexed his muscles and I felt their new size and hardness. “Oh god,” I said as I felt his body. “You are really getting big.” He smiled. “Yeah, the heavy lifting and that force feeding are really working. My muscles are just sucking up all that protein and growing bigger and stronger. I can hardly wait to measure my muscles before my next workout I know they’ll be way bigger. And I know I’ll be way stronger too.” I gave him a big squeeze. Then he looked at me sternly. “No more muscle squeezing, slave boy. Make me all my protein shakes for today and get my car ready. I wanna show Steve and Jamal how much bigger I am. They’re gonna be stunned.”

He had a huge breakfast. His digestive system was amazing. He had to shit more often, which is understandable since he was eating so much. But his stomach and intestines were digesting all that protein. He was now eating over 15,000 calories and 1,000 grams of protein every 24 hours. And his body was turning all that food into muscle and bone. I could hardly wait to take his measurements. He ate about four times more than I did for breakfast. I took two shakes for school, one for 10 am and one for 2 pm. He would have a huge lunch at noon.

I drove Jason over to where Steve and Jamal were waiting. He hopped out of the car and stood in front of his friends in his tight shirt. “Five pounds of muscle in one day!” he yelled. “I’m really getting big fast. Look at this fucking shirt. Look how tight it is on my body. A few days ago it was loose. Now it’s tight. My muscles are gettin’ so big!” He flexed his arm and his friends gasped. They could see his arm was way bigger than just a few days before. And they could see his shoulders bulging under his shirt and his big pec muscles pushing out from the front. “Holy shit,” said Steve. “I’ve gained 19 pounds of pure muscle since I’ve been lifting,” said Jason. “And I haven’t even lifted for two weeks. I’m really gaining muscle fast. I’m workin’ out real hard and I’m eating protein every two hours. I’m gettin’ big!” Jason was now way bigger than his friends. They were still skinny little skater boys and Jason was quickly turning into a strong muscle boy.

Jamal was carrying his skateboard. Jason got a glint in his eyes and grabbed the skateboard out of his hands. “Remember how we were always trying to do handstands on the board?” said Jason. “We were all too weak to do it. Our little arms were too weak. Now my arms are big and strong. I’m gonna try it. Watch.” He jumped on the skateboard and started it going down the street. Then he reached down, put his hands on the board and lifted his feet up. He did a perfect handstand on the first try. “Shit, I’m so fucking strong!” he yelled as he traveled along on his hands. Steve and Jamal were yelling their approval. I was clapping my hands with my cock like a steel pipe under my jeans. My little brother was such a stud. He did some more tricks on the skateboard. “Fuck it’s so great being strong!” he yelled. “I can do everything so much better. I’m way stronger and way faster.” He zoomed around doing handstands and fancy tricks. We all watched in awe.

Finally Jason was done showing off and we went to school. His muscles were all pumped up from the skateboarding and handstands and his shoulders and chest bulged out under his tight tee shirt. And his arms looked huge, with his triceps bulging out at the sides and his biceps showing a big vein on top of the pumped up muscle. He jumped out of the car and strutted up to the school yard, casually flexing his muscles for all the kids to see. A couple of other freshmen came up to him and stared at his muscles as he flexed them under the tight tee shirt. They were so stunned by what they were seeing that they could hardly speak. “I’m getting big,” said Jason as he flexed his arms right in front of their faces. “I’m gonna be the biggest kid in this school. I’m gonna be the strongest kid too. I’m gonna take over this fuckin’ school.” He had gained almost 20 pounds of muscle in less that two weeks and all that muscle was bulging. The kids couldn’t believe what was happening to Jason. Just like me, some of the kids had tried lifting weights but their bodies stayed the same. Jason had lifted only two weeks and had gained 20 pounds of rock hard super strong muscle. They looked at Jason in complete awe.

“I’m workin’ out like a wild man. My maximum weight two days before is my warmup weight. I’m adding pounds and pounds of iron with each workout. And I’m eating tons of protein all the time. I’m putting on so much muscle! I’m gonna get huge!” He spotted one of the kids who had beat him up and he swaggered over to the kid. He pulled up his shirt and flexed his abs. He pulled up the shirt even higher over his pec muscles and flexed his pecs and lats too. “You see any bruises on this body? You see any bruises from the little beating you and your three friends gave me yesterday? No? What? Oh. All you see is muscle. Yeah, lots of muscle. Yeah punk, I’m getting big. I put on 20 pounds of muscle in two weeks. In another month I’m gonna be way bigger than you. Way bigger and way stronger. You’re gonna wish you never laid a finger on me.” He flexed his arm in the kid’s face. The kid was now white. He had no idea Jason was putting on muscle so fast. Jason sneered and strutted away. None of the big kids wanted to mess with Jason anymore. They could still beat him up now – at least if several of them acted together. But they never saw a kid put on muscle as fast as Jason was. Deep in their hearts they knew that Jason was going to get bigger than them. Way bigger. And they were afraid. Afraid of this freshman skater boy who was gaining muscle so fast he was unreal.

Jason had a great day in school. I fed him his protein shakes and he had a huge lunch. He ate his food so fast that Jamal and Steve gave him half their lunches too. And then he came over and grabbed my lunch and the lunch of one of my friends. Jason’s body was always so hungry. And he was turning all that food into muscle.

He didn’t work out that afternoon. All he did was eat. Big protein and supplement shakes, a huge dinner, and then more shakes every two hours all through the night. He fucked me three times. Then he went to bed early. “My muscles want to grow,” he said. “They want me to sleep so they can grow.” I woke him up every two hours and forced him to drink a shake. I woke him up in the morning and gave him another shake. Then he took a big piss and a huge shit. I walked into the bathroom and looked at his body. He was standing nude in front of the mirror. “Holy shit, Jason. You look bigger. You look way bigger. Fuck, your muscles have gotten so big!” I stood next to him in the mirror. “Look how wide your shoulders are. They’re like six inches wider than mine. Fuck, your shoulders are so broad. I think your shoulder bones have grown too. You’re getting huge, Jason.” He stepped on the scale. “Fucking A!” he yelled. I gained seven pounds. In one day I gained seven pounds of muscle.” He flexed his arms in the mirror. “Fuck, look how big my arms are. And it’s all muscle. No fat on this body. Just muscle. Solid muscle.” He flexed his lats and his pecs and then his legs. All the muscles were bigger and they looked as hard as rocks. “Fuck, I can’t wait to work out. I bet I’m twice as strong. Those little weights are gonna feel like toys. I’m gonna need more weights right away.” Then he looked over at me. “Get on the scale, slave. Let’s see how much you weigh. I got on the scale and the needle went to 125 pounds. I hadn’t gained any weight in six months. Jason pushed me off the scale and jumped on. “One hundred twenty six pounds! I weigh more than you and I’m all muscle. I’m an inch shorter and I’m solid muscle. You’re taller but you’re just flab and fat. Flab and fat ready to get fucked by my big muscle cock.” He laughed and stroked his cock, which immediately got hard. His body and cock were amazing. His waist was much smaller than mine but his chest was way bigger. And his arms and legs looked gigantic next to my little toothpicks. And his cock was huge. Oh how I wanted his body. Oh how I wanted his cock. My cock got hard too. “You gotta eat and we gotta get to school, Jason. We don’t have time for a fuck, even though I’d love to touch your muscles and feel your big cock ramming into my body.” He stroked his cock. “You’ll have to wait until later, cock. Then you can fuck the little faggot boy as many times as you want.” He twitched his cock as if it was talking to him. “My cock says it wants to fuck you six times tonight. I hope your face and your ass are ready to be attacked.” He flexed his muscles one more time in the mirror and smiled.

Jason had gained over 25 pounds of pure muscle. I measure him before his workout that afternoon. His arms had grown another inch and his chest had grown two inches. His legs were an inch and a half bigger. And he was solid muscle. His waist grew by only a half inch, a half inch of rock hard muscle. It was amazing how much muscle he could gain so quickly. He needed new clothes - bigger shirts - and my mom went out to get them. And he needed more weights. He was way stronger than the little beginner set. He said he wanted an Olympic set with huge Olympic plates, plus lots of weights for dumbbells. So my dad went out and bought the weights, over 700 pounds of iron. Jason’s bedroom now looked like a gym with his bed shoved into one corner and every other part of the room filled with weights and equipment. And dad bought even more protein, creatine and supplements. Jason was going through a normal bodybuilder’s week’s supply in two days.

He started working out every day, exercising different body parts each day. He did more and more sets with heavier and heavier weights for each of his bodyparts and they grew like weeds in a spring rain. He was still eating every two hours, day and night, and all that food was turning into pure muscle. Sometimes he didn’t want to eat. I mean how could a kid eat over 10,000 calories every day with over 1,000 grams of protein? I mean, how can a body take that much food, even a body that was converting all the food into muscle? Sometimes he’s look at a shake and push it away. Then I’d force feed him, just like he was a goose getting force fed in France. I’d look him in his beautiful blue eyes and say “Eat it! Force your muscles to grow! You’re way stronger than me, but I’m gonna force you to eat this shake. Eat it!” I grabbed his huge arm and pushed the shake into his mouth. I squeezed his muscle hard. “Eat it, stud!” I yelled. And he opened his mouth. Then he glugged it down, every last protein filled part. I squeezed his arm and said “Bigger! Stronger! You’re big, Jason. And you’re gonna be even bigger!” He looked at me and flexed his arm in my little hand. “Yeah! Bigger! Stronger!” he said as he flexed for his little slave.

And now he was even more cocky and arrogant if that was possible. I was his total slave. My grades were falling because I was spending all my time being Jason’s personal assistant, spotting him during his brutal workouts, making all his protein shakes, doing all his chores, driving him around wherever he wanted to go. All Jason did was work out and eat. But I loved it. The more I could be around Jason the more I loved it. Steve and Jamal sort of became his slaves too. He was now so much stronger than them that they did whatever he ordered. If they didn’t do it they felt the power of Jason’s muscles. Strong muscle quickly takes control and Jason was in total control. He made them do his homework. They were just as dumb as he was so the teachers never suspected a thing. The homework looked like it had been done by Jason. Jason was into only one thing. His body. And his body was getting bigger every day. His body was getting stronger every day. He ruled his brother and his friends. Soon he would rule the school.

One day before school we picked up Steve and Jamal. Jason now weighed 150 pounds and he had grown an inch. He was now only one inch shorter than me at 5’ 9” and his 150 pounds was all muscle. And this was only a month after he had started working out. He had gained 50 pounds of muscle in a month. He outweighed me by 25 pounds and he outweighed his friends by over 50 pounds. His arms now measured 16 inches. In a month he had packed 4-1/2 inches of rippling muscle into his arms. His chest measured 45 inches, a gain of seven inches. His legs were now 24 inches, a gain of six inches of solid muscle. And his waist had only grown by an inch. It was now 26 inches of corrugated rock hard muscle. He never put an ounce of fat on his body even though he was eating huge amounts of food every two hours.

And he was so strong. My dad had to keep buying weights. It was hard to fit all the weights and bars and dumbbells into his bedroom. So we moved my parent’s cars out of the garage and turned the garage into a gym. I could hardly lift the 45 pounds plates as we carried them down to the garage but Jason carried one plate with each hand, curling up the plates as he walked along. Jason asked for a punching bag, which of course my dad gladly bought him, and he started punching the bag furiously, smashing his big fists into the bag with overwhelming power.

A month later, Jason weighed 190 pounds. He had gained another 40 pounds of solid muscle and a half inch in height. He was almost as tall as me at 5’ 9-1/2” but he outweighed me by 65 pounds. And he was 100 pounds heavier than his friends. And he was solid muscle. His arms were 18 inches, his chest was 48 inches, his legs were 27 inches and his waist was only 27 inches. His legs were now the same size as his waist. And he was only 14 years old!

The force feeding had really worked. All the food I had fed him had turned into muscle. And as he got bigger, he became nicer to me. I was still his slave. I did everything he wanted. My car was still his car. But it was like I was now his little brother, his weak little brother. He was so much bigger, more muscular and stronger than me that I guess he felt he didn’t need to treat me like shit any more. He knew I was totally into his body. He knew I was totally into him. We had sex many times every day and we both loved it. He was always the dominant one and I was the subservient one. We both loved having sex with each other.

And Jason had taken over the school. He went into the weight room and benched 200 pounds more than any other guy in the school. He found the four thugs who had beat him up and he pummeled all four of them at the same time. He was so much more muscular and stronger than them that all four of them couldn’t do a thing to his hard muscular body but he was so strong he could easily smash their bodies, which he did. They looked like bloody pulps. And Tony was now trying to be best friends with me. He didn’t want me telling Jason that he was a prick, knowing that Jason would beat him into a pulp. So I played along, patting Tony on the shoulder - his shoulders weren’t nearly as big or hard as Jason’s - and making him do things for me. There I was ordering the former bully around. It was fun being the brother of the kid who ruled the school.

I kept force feeding Jason and he kept lifting heavier and heavier weights.. I knew by his sophomore year he would be as big as the huge bodybuilders on his wall - maybe even bigger. Jason was a young god.

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