Master and Slaves (mb musc CAUTION)

Part 1

Paul looked out over the plantation yard. He was standing on the porch of his dad's big, white antebellum house. It was 1850. He was the only son of the owner of the big plantation. One day he would own all the land and all the slaves. At 16 years old, he knew he would never have to work. The slaves would do all the work for him. He was pasty white, skinny, and flabby. He had never lifted a heavy object in his life. But hell, it didn't matter because he was the master and they were the slaves.

The young slaves were out in the yard having a contest. It was an athletic and strength contest. And it was very serious. Paul's dad had formed the young slaves into one-year age groups of boys and girls, starting with age 8 and ending with age 14. Each age group of boys and girls competed with each other in tests of athleticism and strength. There was running, jumping, throwing, pushups, pull-ups, sit-ups, wrestling and weight lifting. There were about 25 slaves in each of the boy and girl 8 year old age groups, but only about 15 slaves in each of the 14 year old age groups. Paul know why this was so. The day after the contest the one or two weakest slaves in each young group would be sold off by Paul's father in the slave market.

You see, Paul's father was a breeder. He was breeding the biggest, strongest, and most athletic slaves that had ever lived. So the weak ones had to go. Only the biggest, strongest slaves could breed with each other. Paul's father and his grandfather and his great grandfather had been doing this for over 90 years. That meant that there had been 7 generations of slaves bred at the plantation. The slaves were bred at age 14. By that age they were fully mature and ready for lots of sex. Each generation was bigger, stronger and faster than the last. Hell, even the weakest boys and girls in the group of young slaves in the yard were far bigger and stronger than any other slaves in the region. They fetched top prices in the slave market. But they were too weak to be breeding stock for the next generation on the plantation. Only the strongest of the strong got to breed at the plantation.

Paul looked at the bodies of the young slaves. They were all completely nude. They competed in the contest just like the Greeks in the Olympics. Totally nude, showing off their muscles and, in the case of the boys, their manhood, which was just as impressive as their muscles... They were all tall for their ages and extremely muscular. The boys were incredible. Even the 8 year old boys had muscles bulging in their young bodies. Paul watched them lift weights and he saw that all of the 8 year old boys were lifting much more weight than he could lift at age 16. The black skin on their little bodies glistened with sweat as they pushed and pulled the heavy weights. Several of the boys flexed their biceps at each other, showing how big and strong their muscles were. There was really no weak boy in the group, but at least one of them would have to go after the contest.

Besides testing the slaves' strength and athleticism in the contest, Paul's father measured their muscles and took their weight. The slaves got extra credit for being big and having big muscles. But any fat on those muscles, especially after a boy had gone through puberty, was a ticket to the slave auction. Only muscle and strength was being bred at the plantation. Fat was not tolerated. Over the generations, the propensity to put on fat had been almost completely bred out of the boy slaves. Although the young slaves ate huge quantities of food to feed their growing muscles, there was not an ounce of fat on most of their bodies. They were all muscle.

Extra credit was also given to the boys for having a big cock. Big cocks were being bred into the slaves just like big muscles. Paul looked in admiration at the size of the cocks hanging on the 14 year old boys, the boys who were ready for breeding. Although they were just hanging down now, when erect each one was at least 9 inches long and very thick. A few of those boys had 11 inch cocks. Paul thought about his own little 5 inch cock and shuttered.

The very young slaves, ages 2 to 7, were standing around watching the contest with their muscular parents. They knew that one day they would be competing as well. Already the muscles were starting to form on their little bodies. They had the genetics to build big muscles, and they started building them almost at birth. Paul watched as a couple of 4 year old boys flexed their arms at each other. Paul could see lemon sized bulges in their arms. Their biceps were already hard and peaked. The other parts of their young bodies were equally muscular. They had bulging little chests, thick delt muscles capping their little shoulders, slabs of lats on their backs, and muscular legs and calves. You could even see six pack abs flexing in their waists, although at age 4 they still had a tiny bit of baby fat under their skin. That baby fat would all go away before they were 6 years old. Both of the 4 year olds had firm, round muscle butts, just like all of other young slaves strutting around in the yard. Firm, round muscle butts which showed off the strength and athleticism of their muscular young bodies. All the young slaves had fantastic muscle butts. The 4 year olds weren't allowed to lift weights yet. That would start at age 7. But they were genetically wired to build muscle and they were already building it. They did pushups, pull-ups and sit-ups. Already those little 4 year olds could do 25 pushups, 10 pull-ups and 50 sit-ups. And their shoulders, pecs, arms and abs already showed the muscle they had built. They got plenty of exercise and ate tons of good food. They were already showing the muscular superiority for which they were bred.

Paul's father had introduced weights to the plantation about 20 years ago. He had gone to a traveling show and saw a couple of the strong men perform feats of strength that he never believed were possible. After the show, he asked the men how they got so muscular and strong. They told him they had been lifting weights since their teens and the weights helped them build their big muscles. So Paul's father brought thousands of pounds of weights to the plantation and started testing them on the slaves. Some of the slaves were allowed to use the weights and some were not. The unlucky ones who couldn't use the weights continued to do pushups, pull-ups and sit-ups, the calisthenics the breeding slaves had been doing for generations. Their muscles got hard and buff. But their muscles didn't grow big. The tests showed what difference training with heavy weights could make in building muscle on a body that was already genetically wired to be muscular and strong. Virtually all the slave boys were genetically wired to be muscular after 6 generations of breeding. The weights unleashed their natural genetics. After a year, the 14 year old slave boys who used the weights were about 50 pounds heavier than the boys the same age who hadn't used the weights. All that extra weight was solid muscle. And the boys who used the weights actually became faster and more athletic than they were before. The added muscle didn't slow them down at bit. It just made them stronger and more athletic than their friends who didn't use the weights. They were so much stronger than their non-weight-trained friends that it wasn't even funny. They would pick up their friends and press them up and down like feathers. Then they would curl the poor weaklings who watched in awe as the huge muscles in the arms of the weight trainers bulged with power as they curled the weakling's bodies up and down with ease. They would make their skinny friends punch them in the abs, where their fists would hit a brick wall of muscle. Then they would punch the skinny boys back, and the incredible power of their huge weight-trained shoulders, pecs and arms smashed into the gut of the non-weight trained kids with such power that they would buckle over in pain. The weight trained boys would laugh. They liked being so much bigger and stronger than their friends, who were their genetic equals. Even though the non-weight trained boys possessed naturally shredded abs, those abs were no match for the devastating blows of the weight trained muscles of the big, muscular boys who were using the weights.

The wrestling matches were devastating - for the non weight trained boys, that is. Their athletic but skinny muscles could put up only the feeblest of resistance to the overwhelming power of the weight trained muscles of the same-aged slave boys. The weight trainers toyed with the weaklings, pushing and pulling their arms and legs with ease into until the weaklings cried out in pain. The weight trainers laughed as they watched their big muscles dominate the hapless weakling. Then when they felt they had doled out enough punishment, they slammed the arms of their opponent to the ground, pinning his shoulders easily. The big weight trained boy, who had been the same size and strength as his friend just a year before, would sit on the waist of the defeated boy and flex his arms in triumph. "You ain't shit compared to these," he would yell in victory. He loved being big and strong. It seemed the bigger and stronger the boys got while lifting the weights, the more dominant and aggressive they became. Paul's father liked that. He wanted his muscular slaves to be dominant and aggressive. Dominant and aggressive boys got extra credit in the annual contests.

Before the weight program began, the slave boys used to have boxing matches in addition to the wrestling matches. Their non- weight trained bodies were muscular and toned, and they were very fast and good boxers. After the weight training started, something else was added to the boxing matches. The incredible power of the shoulders, arms and fists of weight-trained slave boys. These boys got so strong that their punches were absolutely devastating. A boxing match between a weight-trained boy and a non weight trained boy was a demonstration of total domination. The match usually lasted 30 seconds or less. The big, hard muscles of the weight- trained boy easily deflected the punches of the non-weight trained boy. They felt like feathers hitting his rock like muscles. Then when the weight trained boy started punching the non-weight trained boy, the power of his punches drove deep in into the hapless opponent's body. After about three of these punches the non-weight trained boy would fall to the mat in abject pain.

Even more devastating were the times the incredible power of the weight trained boy's punch hit his opponent in the face or jaw. Bones were broken. Jaws were splintered. Teeth were knocked out. In two matches, the weight trained boys actually killed their opponents. They killed them in 20 seconds with just the power of their big fists. Finally, Paul's father had had enough. Too many of his prime slave boys were getting their faces broken or even getting killed by the big, incredibly strong weight trained muscles of the other slave boys. So he prohibited boxing from then on. The weights made the boy's bodies too strong for their own good when they were boxing each other. The non-weight trained boys begged Paul's father to let them start lifting. They were tired of getting beaten up and humiliated every day by their big, muscular friends. Paul's father could easily see the difference the weights had made in the young slaves who got to use them. So after the one year test, Paul allowed all the slaves to use the weights. The skinny ones soon caught up with the muscular ones. Paul thought some of them trained with extra intensity. They not only wanted to get as big and strong as their friends, they wanted to get bigger and stronger. A few if them got bigger and stronger than their muscular friends. Then it was their turn to enjoy the wrestling matches. All the young weight trained slaves were bursting with testosterone and they all acted like dominant, aggressive young bucks.

Paul's father decided to give boxing another try after all the boys had muscled up with the weights. Since they were now all big and muscular, their bodies, which were as hard as steel armor, never got injured by the incredible blows of the opponents. But if one of those blows hit an opponent's head, that head would be smashed. Jaws broken, noses smashed, bones broken. Three more slave boys were killed by their incredibly strong opponents. Opponents who either by accident or by a surge of testosterone and aggression smashed their big fists into the jaw or face of their victim, whose body was just as strong and muscular but whose face and jaw were there to be smashed. After the third beating and death, Paul's father terminated boxing forever. The muscles on these slave boys were just too strong.

Paul's father could see that the use of weights, together with lots of protein-rich food, maximized the slaves' natural genetic ability to build muscle and also maximized their natural athletic ability and aggression. After some trial and error, he decided that age 7 was the best time to start pumping the iron. The bodies of the 7 year old slave boys seemed to respond well to the weights. Although the muscles of younger boys responded to some degree, their muscles seemed to grow pretty well even without weights. And he worried that the younger slaves might injure themselves in their competition to be the biggest and strongest slave boy, even at age 5. So he set 7 as the age where the weight training would begin for his young bred-to-be-muscular slaves.

Even before they started lifting weights, with each year the bodies of the young slaves got bigger and bigger and more and more muscular. It was in their genes. After they started lifting weights at age 7, the muscle really started to grow. By age 8, the first year in the contest, all of the boys looked like young musclemen. They were a super race of super boys. And they kept packing on the muscle every day. When they hit puberty at about age 11, their shoulders got wider and wider and those shoulders were capped with thick muscle. Even as their shoulders got wider, their hips stayed very narrow. They were bred to have wide shoulders and narrow hips, the sign of a great athlete. And great athletes they were. They could run fast and far. They could jump long and high. They could lift incredibly heavy weights for their age. They were all beautiful specimens of muscular youth. The fully mature 14 year old slave boys each stood over 6 feet tall and weighed over 200 pounds. Some of them weighed as much as 230 pounds. All solid muscle. Their chests, arms, backs and legs were huge. And their abs were shredded and rippling. Their muscle butts were round and firm. They had no fat on their muscular, athletic bodies. They were bred to be big, muscular and athletic. And indeed they were. The 14 year old girls were several inches shorter than the boys and weighed about 150. They were muscular and sexy, with big breasts, wide shoulders and hips that were just made for child bearing. Those girls outweighed Paul by 20 pounds. And they were far, far stronger than he was. Their arms, while smaller than the boys', were still big and muscular. Their shoulders were wide and capped with thick muscle. They all had great abs and muscular, athletic legs.

The slave girls and boys trained every day after their work in the fields. Paul's father gave them all the food they could eat, with lots of muscle-building protein. So their bodies were incredibly muscular and fit. They all wanted to win the contest. They wanted to be the Alpha slave in their group. The Alpha boy and girl in each age group ruled the rest of the slaves in their group for the next year. The Alpha boy and girl in the 14 year old age group were the prime breeding pair. They got to have sex in a special room in the master's house. And they got to have as much sex in that room as they wanted, all year long. They were the Alpha slaves.

Paul reached down and felt his cock. His little 5 inch cock was rock hard under his pants. He had put on a pair of very tight underwear, hoping to hide his raging boner. He looked down at his crotch. His cock was so small and the underwear was so tight, that you could hardly see his erection. Well, I hope nobody notices, he thought to himself. Paul had realized several years ago that he was gay. Well, back in 1850, he really didn't know what he was, but he knew he was incredibly turned on by the muscles of his black male slaves, the very slaves that were being bred to be big and muscular. He hadn't gotten up the nerve to tell his father. He probably never would. Back in 1850 you had to stay in the closet. That's just the way it was.

Feeling that his hard-on was well enough hidden, Paul walked down the steps of his porch and over to the area in the yard where all the young slaves were having their contest. He felt like a kid in a candy store, having all that young muscle right next to him. He smiled at the thought that he was the master of all that young muscle.

As soon as he got there, four of the 10 year olds ran up to him and flexed their arms in front of him. "Master Paul, Master Paul," they yelled. "Feel our muscles. Tell us who has the biggest and hardest muscle! I know I do!" they each yelled simultaneously. Then they all jammed their flexed arms next to Paul, vying for attention. Paul wrapped his little white fingers around the first boy's bulging bicep. A shiver went up his spine as he felt the size and hardness of this 10 year old's muscle. His upper arm measured almost 14 inches, 14 inches of solid rock. Paul's own arms only measured 11 inches---11 inches of flab----so this 10 year old black slave boy already had an arm that was almost 3 inches bigger than Paul's. And this black boy's arm was incredibly hard and muscular. "That's a big muscle," said Paul. "And really hard, too. How much weight can you curl with that big muscle?" The boy smiled proudly, his bright, white straight teeth shining in his mouth. "I can curl 140 pounds for three reps, Master" he said. "That's 5 pounds more than I weigh. I weigh 135. My muscles are super- strong." He flexed his arm back and forth, looking approvingly at the bulging muscle. Paul gulped. The 10 year old slave boy already weighed 135 pounds, 5 pounds more than Paul. Paul was a half foot taller than the boy, but the boy weighed more than he did, and the boy was all muscle. And he could curl more than his bodyweight. Paul remembered when he tried to curl a weight a few weeks ago. He could only do two reps with 25 pounds. This 10 year old kid was already 5 times stronger than he was! If it was possible, his cock got even harder in his crotch

Paul then felt the biceps of two more of the 10 year old competitors. They were both big and hard, just as big and hard as the first boy's bicep. Paul's father truly was breeding a group of incredibly muscular and incredibly strong slaves. "Very big, very hard, very strong,' said Paul over and over as he felt the muscle that was rippling under the thin black skin of the slave boys. Finally he came to the last boy. "My arm is the biggest and hardest of all," the boy bragged, with an arrogant tone to his voice. "I outweigh these wimps by 5 pounds and I can curl 10 pounds more than they can. I'm gonna be the Alpha slave in my group and these little wimps here are gonna have to take orders from me all year." He smiled confidently at his friends and punched each one of them hard in their muscular shoulders. The other boys didn't even flinch. That punch was nothing to them, although it would have knocked Paul to the ground. Then the young slave slowly flexed his right arm. Paul reached over and wrapped his fingers around the bulging muscle. The peaked, rock-hard muscle forced Paul's fingers father apart than the muscles on the other boys had done. The kid's upper arm probably measured 14-1/2 inches. This boy's muscle was clearly bigger than his friends' and it was as hard as granite. Paul could see the individual fibers of muscle under the paper-thin black skin of this 10 year old super-boy. He tried to squeeze the muscle, but he couldn't make the slightest dent in the rock-hard fibrous mass. "Yeah, I think your muscle is the biggest and hardest," said Paul. "What's your name, boy?" The Alpha boy smiled broadly and flexed both arms in front of his friends in triumph. "My name's Jake and I'm a total stud," he bragged as his biceps flexed to an incredible muscular peak. The boy was not only the biggest and most muscular of his friends, he was totally dominant too. His friends looked down at the ground as the superior muscleboy flexed and laughed at them. Paul looked over at the three other boys, who were all incredibly muscular and strong themselves. "Yeah, his muscle is a little bigger and maybe a little harder than yours, but all you slaves have huge, strong arms. Your bodies are incredible. Look at all the muscle you've got, and you're only 10 years old. I'm really proud of all of you. You're all winners in my book." The boys looked at each other, flexed their muscles and smiled. Then they jumped on Jake and wrestled him to the ground, laughing and twisting his arms as they did it. They were all studs and they knew it.

Paul saw his father motioning for him to come over to where the 8 year olds were. "Hey son, give me some help measuring their muscles. I'm more than half done, but I've still got 10 of these young musclemen to go." He looked at the 10 remaining 8 year olds who were standing in line and they smiled when he called them young musclemen. Then they started flexing their muscles at Paul, just to prove the point. Each one of them had gained over 25 pounds of muscle since he had started lifting weights a year earlier. Most of the 8 year olds weighed about 90 pounds, but there were a few big ones who weighed 100 pounds. A couple of the boys weighed 85 and one boy weighed 80. They were all extremely muscular and obviously very strong. They had no fat on their young, muscular bodies.

Paul looked at the little 80 pound boy. His body rippled with muscle. Maybe he was extra fast or extra strong for his weight. If he wasn't, he'd probably be sent to the slave auction tomorrow. There was no room for weaklings in the breeding stock. Paul thought only briefly of the irony in what he just thought. He himself only weighed 50 pounds when he was 8 years old. And he was all flab. Even the smallest 8 year old slave boy was 30 pounds heavier and vastly more muscular and strong then Paul had been. For an instant, the thought crossed his mind that he is the weakling who should be auctioned off tomorrow, not this muscular young black boy. But then he came to his senses and said to himself that he is white and he is the master. These young slaves are black and they are being bred for muscle. The shredded 80 pound black boy, far more muscular and far stronger than Paul, will probably be auctioned off. The weak white boy gets to be the master. Hey, that's life.

Paul got out the measuring tape and started measuring. He loved measuring muscles. He liked to feel the muscles of the black boys flexing under his fingers as he carefully wrapped the tape around the bulging, living rock of the young muscle. The average measurements of these 8 year olds were 12 inch arms, 36 inch chests, 20 inch thighs and 24 inch waists. The two 100 pound boys had 12-1/2 inch arms, 37 inch chests and 20-1/2 inch thighs. They still had 24 inch waists. They had put 10 extra pounds of muscle on their arms, chests, backs, shoulders and legs than their friends. They were heading towards Alpha territory. The amazing thing is that these measurements were on 8 year old boys who were not yet five feet tall. The biggest boys were just about five feet. The others were a few inches shorter. Their muscles looked absolutely huge on their boy bodies. Paul thought about his own measurements - 11 inch arms, 34 inch chest, 15 inch thighs and 32 inch waist, height 5" 8", weight 130 pounds of flab. Even though he outweighed these muscle boys by 30 pounds, he knew they were far, far stronger than he was. He asked one of the big boys how much he curled. "90 pounds for 3 reps," the boy said proudly as he flexed his big arm and looked at the bulging muscle. Paul gulped. The bred-to-be strong 8 year old black slave boy was already almost 4 times stronger than he was. Paul remembered his height and weight when he was 8. He stood four feet tall and weighed 50 pounds. These big boys were a foot taller than he was at their age and weighed twice as much as he did. Paul had never measured his arms when he was younger, but he guessed his arms measured only about 6 inches at age 8. He could probably curl about 10 pounds. These slave boys had arms that were twice as big as his at their age. And those arms were all muscle and 10 times as strong as his flabby arms at their age. Paul's cock twitched in his crotch as he looked at all that muscle.

Paul looked over at the shredded 80 pound boy. The boy was several inches shorter than the heaviest boys, but he was totally ripped. Paul felt a little sorry for this boy, who he thought was going to the slave market the next day, so he went over to him and placed his hand on the boy's rippling abs. The boy smiled and flexed his abs for Paul. He knew he had great abs. Paul felt the washboard of muscle pulsate under the boy's sweaty, paper-thin skin. Paul couldn't resist running his hand all over those rock-hard abs, feeling every crevice and bulge. The boy had an 8 pack, and it was absolutely incredible. Paul loved watching and feeling the slave boys' abs, and this boy's were some of be best he had ever seen or felt. "How have you been doing in the competition, boy?" asked Paul, fearing the worst. The boy's eyes lit up. "I been doin' great, Master Paul," the boy said enthusiastically. "I won the 100 yard dash. I beat all these guys easy. I did really good in the weightlifting too for my weight. I pressed 100 pounds overhead. I beat some of those heavier kids who could only press ninety. Big Jessie over there, he's one of the kids who weighs 100 pounds, pressed 130. So he's the strongest in our group, but pound for pound I'm stronger than him." Paul thought about it for a moment and smiled. The slave boy knew his math, even though he'd never been near a school. Pound for pound he was stronger than Jessie. "Oh yeah, and I pinned Frederick over there (he pointed to one of the 85 pound boys) in wrestling. And I did 330 pushups and 160 pull-ups. That's more than some of those big guys. And I maxed out on the sit- ups with 1,000. It was real easy. So I may be small, but I'm fast and I'm strong and I'm tough!" The boy smiled proudly and pounded his own fist into his abs, just missing Paul's hand. The fist bounced off the brick wall of muscle and Paul rubbed his hand over the spot where the hard muscle had deflected the blow so easily. He rubbed his hand on those abs that could do 1,000 sit-ups---the maximum in the contest---real easy. The boy flexed and laughed. He knew he was a stud. Paul felt relieved. Now he knew this kid wouldn't be sent to the slave market.

 

Part 2

Paul moved his hands up and felt the boy's pecs and lats. The pecs that powered the boy's body through 330 straight pushups and the lats that enabled him to pull his bodyweight up and down 160 times without resting. Paul rubbed his hands over those pecs and the boy flexed the round, striated muscle. Paul couldn't believe how big those pecs were as they bulged in his hands. The 8 year old boy had incredible cleavage between the two big globes of muscle. The muscle pushed out at least an inch from his chest bone. Paul ran his fingers over the sweaty thin black skin covering those bulging globes of muscle and felt the hard fibers that were flexing and twitching underneath. "Your chest muscles are really big and hard," said Paul. "Yeah, I know," said the boy. "You should feel 'em after I've done 300 pushups. They get pumped up even bigger and harder than they are now. My muscles really get up a good pump when they work out hard. They get huge." The boy was sure not humble about his muscles. He knew he was a stud. Just like all of his friends. They were all bred to be studs.

Paul slid his hands over the boy's glistening black skin to his lats. The boy was still relaxed. He squeezed the thick slabs of muscle with his fingers. The muscle felt firm and supple, like thick slabs of meat. Paul was amazed at how big the 8 year old boy's lats were. They formed a huge mass under his wide shoulders and tapered down to his narrow hips. And he wasn't even flexing. Then the boy flexed his lats and those two big slabs of muscle spread like wings on the sides of his broad back. All of a sudden, the muscle felt like rock in Paul's hands. He squeezed harder but he couldn't make the slightest dent in those slab-like wings. "I can do 2 pull- ups with one of my friends hanging on my back," said the boy. "My lats are super big and super strong. I can lift more than double my bodyweight." Paul gulped. He could only do one pull-up, and that was a struggle. He couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be able to do 2 reps with someone hanging on your back. But to this boy, that was just normal. "That's incredible. You are one strong slave boy," said Paul. "You got that right, Master," said the boy. "My muscles are super strong and they're getting' stronger every day."

The boy was really proud of his body. He relaxed his lats and turned around to face Paul. "Feel my shoulder muscles, Master Paul. Feel how strong those muscles are. I can press 20 pounds more than I weigh!" Paul placed both hands on the boy's shoulders and the boy started pressing his arms up and down, like he was lifting a heavy weight over his head. Paul felt the thick fibers of the boy's delts flexing as his arms moved up and down. The fibers felt like warm steel cords. They were as hard as rock. The boy's delts formed thick caps of muscle on his big shoulders and that muscle was incredibly hard and strong. Paul could see the striated fibers of muscle flexing and twitching under the boy's sweaty, black skin--- skin that was as thin as cellophane. Paul's cock started twitching again as he watched the big muscles working and thought about the power in this boy's shoulders and arms. "My muscle's really big and hard, ain't it, Master Paul," said the boy. "I can tell my muscle's a lot bigger and harder than yours. You look like you got nothin' but bone on your shoulders. No muscle at all. I got lots more muscle than you got, and I'm only 8 years old." Paul gulped as he thought about what the boy said. He was right. He had far more muscle on his 8 year old shoulders than Paul had on his bony 16 year old shoulders. He was already 3 times as strong. "Yeah, Master Paul," said the boy, "Just think about how much muscle I'm gonna have on my shoulders when I'm 16 like you. I'm gonna be super strong. I'm gonna be able to press 300 pounds no sweat. My shoulders are gonna be wide and big and strong. Nothin' like your puny shoulders at all." The boy was certainly confident. He knew he was a stud and Paul was a wimp. He didn't have to say it but Paul knew it. He kept moving his arms up and down and Paul kept feeling the bulging muscle. Paul got a pit in his stomach as he felt the bulging fibers of those delts as the boy bragged about how much more muscle he already had than Paul and how much bigger he would get by age 16. If he was pressing 100 pounds now he'll probably be pressing 275 pounds easy by the time he was 16. Maybe even 300 pounds like he said. There were lots of 16 year olds on the plantation who could press 300 pounds over their head. Paul himself could only press about 30 pounds overhead and this 8 year old black muscleboy could already press 100 pounds. The boy was three times stronger than Paul already and was on his way to being 10 times as strong. And this was the smallest boy among the 8 year olds. Jessie, that 100 pound boy, had even more muscle on his body and was even stronger than this young muscleman. Paul quivered in awe of these genetically superior muscleboys.

The boy put down his arms and looked down at his legs. "Now feel my legs, Master Paul. They're really big and hard. That's why I can run so fast. My legs are like iron." Paul got down on his knees and tried to wrap his two hands around the boy's right leg. The muscles were big and thick and Paul couldn't even get close to wrapping his hands around them. The boy at first kept the muscles relaxed and Paul kneaded the thick muscle with his fingers. Even relaxed, the muscle felt very hard. Paul's fingers could only penetrate about a half inch into the warm fibers. Then without warning the boy flexed. The muscles of his quads, hamstrings and leg biceps exploded under his skin, suddenly becoming solid rock. Paul couldn't believe how massive and hard those muscles were. He could see and feel the fibers of muscle bulging under the boy's sweaty black skin. The quads looked like teardrops above his knees, striated with muscle fibers. All the young slaves squatted with very heavy weights, building huge strong muscles in their thighs and nice, shapely muscles in their firm, round muscle butts. The boy's leg biceps were equally big and hard, built up from sprinting and deadlifting. "How much can you squat with, boy?" asked Paul as he felt the size and incredible hardness of the young slave's thighs. "I'm up to 180 pounds, Master," bragged the boy. "That's more than twice my weight. These mothers are really strong." He relaxed and flexed several times, letting Paul take in the incredible muscularity of his thighs. Paul nodded his head in total agreement.

Paul slid his hands around to the boy's firm, round ass. He ran his hands over the sweaty black skin, feeling the perfect roundness of the boy's butt. Then the boy flexed his glutes and the bulging muscle formed two globes of rock. The muscle was so hard that Paul's fingers couldn't make the slightest dent. He could see striations of muscle fibers in the ass. The boy had so little fat on his body that even his ass had cuts. "Your butt feels strong," said Paul. "It's part of the reason you can run so fast." The boy did a low squat and then stood up straight, squeezing his glutes extra tight. "Yeah," he said. "I'm solid muscle all over, even in my butt." He knew his body was fantastic. He was enjoying all this attention.

Next, Paul slipped his hands down to the boy's calves. The boy did toe raises so Paul could check out the big, flexing muscles in his calves. The big muscles bulged like diamonds. They were incredibly hard. "We do calf raises with really heavy weights," said the boy. "All of us slave boys have really strong calves. That's why we can run so fast. I can already lift 250 pounds in calf raises and I'm only 8. Some of the 14 year olds can do calf raises with 750 pounds. They're really strong. I'm gonna be that strong when I'm 14 too. We're bred to be strong. I think it's great to be strong!" The boy smiled proudly. He knew he was a superior specimen. He was proud of his breeding.

Paul looked up at the naked black boy. The boy's cock was getting aroused from all the talk about his muscles and his strength and having his master feeling his muscles. He hadn't entered puberty yet, so his cock was still the cock of a boy. But even though he hadn't reached puberty, he could still get a hard on. All the slave boys were incredibly sexual from an early age. They were completely uninhibited and didn't think twice about walking around totally nude or getting a hard on. To them, it was completely natural. They were being bred to have sex, lots of sex, to produce even bigger, stronger, young supermen. They all had fantastic bodies, both boys and girls, and it was natural for them to get turned on all the time. They saw sex all around them all the time as their parents, their aunts and uncles and their brothers and sisters, all muscular breeding slaves, fucked each other every day, sometimes many times a day, to produce even more physically superior slaves in the next generation. The slaves didn't have private rooms. They all slept in big open rooms, so all the boys and girls saw all the sex from the day they were born. Sex among the breeding slaves - all those over 14 who had survived the contests-- was encouraged, so sex was everywhere.

Therefore, the young slaves were completely uninhibited about their bodies and the boy slaves were completely uninhibited about their cocks. Paul's dad didn't start measuring the slave boys' cocks until age 12, after they had gone through puberty, so Paul didn't know how big this boy's cock could get when it was hard. The boy saw Paul looking at his cock and smiled. He put his hand on his cock and with only about three gentle strokes the cock was fully erect. To Paul's amazement it looked to be about 5 inches long, the same size as Paul's. Paul gulped. "My legs ain't the only things that's hard," said the boy, kind of giggling. He reached down and grabbed Paul's hand, placing it on his cock, which was pointing almost straight up. Instinctively, Paul squeezed the cock. It was thick and it felt as hard as a steel pipe. It felt much harder than Paul's own cock when he was aroused. "See, even my cock muscle is hard, ain't it Master Paul. It's hard just like the rest of me. I'm a strong, hard, slave boy stud." The boy smiled confidently. He knew he was right.

Paul let go of the boy's cock and stood up. He was almost panting. "Yeah, you're a stud all right. You're gonna breed some very strong and fast kids when it comes time for you to start breeding. You look like you're ready now!" Paul smiled and patted the boy on his muscular round ass, taking care to feel the bulging muscle. The boy smiled proudly.

After this experience, Paul took a break and watched the 9 year old boys wrestling each other. There were about 15 of these boys standing around cheering as three pairs of their mates wrestled each other. Three of the boys were acting as referees. All of the 9 year olds looked like they were several inches taller and at least 20 pounds heavier than the 8 year olds. Their shoulders were capped with thick, striated muscle. Their muscular arms hung down like hams, the muscle fibers twitching with their every move, ready to spring into action at their young commander's order. Their thick lats flared out to the sides, tapering from their wide shoulders to their very narrow hips. Their big, round pecs bulged with mounds of striated muscle and their abs were shredded like washboards. Most of them had 8 packs, not just 6 packs. Their serratus muscles slashed from their hips to their crotches in bold relief. They all had narrow, athletic hips and firm round muscle butts. Their legs were striated with thick muscle. The separation in their quads was clearly visible, even relaxed. Their calves bulged out with shredded muscle, the result of endless running and jumping and brutal weight training. Looking at these incredibly muscular 9 year olds, Paul could plainly see the results of 7 generations of great breeding. All the weakness had been bred out. All the muscle and strength had been bred in. All of these boys were perfect specimens of absolutely muscular super-strong youth. But the breeding would continue. Every one of them could do the maximum 1,000 pushups. All of them could do over 200 pushups and 100 pull-ups. All of them could curl almost their bodyweight and press much more than their bodyweight easily. Nevertheless, the weakest and least athletic one of two of these boys would be sent to the slave auction tomorrow. By the time this group got to breeding age at 14, only the absolutely biggest, strongest and most athletic of these boys would remain to breed another generation of even bigger, stronger, and more athletic young slaves. Paul looked at the big, muscular 9 year olds, smiled and said to himself, "We are creating a race of supermen." His still-stiff cock twitched in his crotch.

He watched the boys wrestle. They wrestled 3 matches at a time and each boy wrestled three times. There was no time limit. The boys wrestled until one of the boys pinned his opponent or the opponent submitted. The only rules were no hitting or grabbing the crotch, no gouging the eyes, no choking with your hands (it was OK to choke with your bicep) and no punching. The boys were too strong to allow punching. Within these rules, it was a fight to the finish. And it was an incredible sight to see. Each match consisted of one incredibly well tuned muscle machine pushing and pulling on the equally muscular and well tuned muscle machine of his opponent. It was like two strong, young animals in their prime fighting for the right to mate with the female. Fighting to be the dominant male. Fighting to be the Alpha slave. These boys knew they were fighting to survive to become one of the breeding males. Fighting to be one of the biggest and strongest boys, who at age 14 became breeding males and were then allowed to have unlimited sex and produce as many offspring as possible. It was like heaven. These boys knew they were literally fighting for their lives. If they didn't succeed, they would be sent off to the slave auction and who knows what would await them at age 14. It sure wasn't unlimited sex. So they fought extra hard. The wrestling results were added into the scores for running, jumping, pushups, pull-ups, weightlifting, height, weight and muscles size (and cock size for the boys 12 and older). It was the overall score that determined who was going to survive and who wasn't. But wrestling was very important. The boys struggled with all the intensity their young musclebodies could muster.

Paul marveled at the muscles on the black bodies of the boys as they wrestled. The muscles looked like they were carved from rock. Living, pulsating, writhing rock. Striations of muscle fibers covered the entire bodies of the young wrestlers. Arms, shoulders, back, abs, legs. Every part of their bodies was pumped and shredded. Huge amounts of sweat was pouring off their paper-thin black skin. These boys were in such incredible shape that they could continue at this incredible intensity for many minutes. A mere mortal, like Paul, would be completely exhausted after about 30 seconds. Paul marveled at v-shape of the back on one young wrestler who had forced his body on top of his opponent. He had grabbed the arms of his opponent and was trying to wrestle him down for a pin. His shoulders were wide and rippling. The heads of his delts were striated with muscle. His lats flared out from those wide shoulders like big slabs of hard, fibrous beef. His traps were bulging on both sides of his muscular neck as he applied incredible force to keep the other boy under his control. His lower back muscles looked like two wedges of rock. Striated fibers of rock. Hard, solid muscles that were the keystone to his incredible strength. His muscle butt bulged on his narrow hips as he applied more and more power. His arms were writhing with muscle as they pushed on the weakening arms of the other boy. His triceps jumped under his thin black skin and his incredibly muscular forearms were rippling and covered with veins.

The strong boy's opponent looked like he was getting weaker. He tried to push the strong boy off his body. Normally, he could easily push one of his mates off his chest, because he could bench press much more than what he weighed. But he was exhausted. He looked up at the strong boy with a look of terror in his eyes. He knew he was weak and the strong boy was strong. He knew that it was survival of the fittest and the strong boy was stronger and fitter that he was. A look of fear accompanied the look of terror in his eyes as he looked at the bulging muscles of the strong boy, muscles that were now completely dominating him. That only increased the adrenaline coursing through the strong boy's pumped, muscular body. The strong boy smiled with a look of confident superiority as he watched his big, rippling muscles overpower the weaker boy. The strong boy sensed this moment of weakness in his opponent. The strong boy was strong. He was bred to be strong. He was a winner. Using all his enormous strength, he lifted the weakened boy's arms over the boy's head and slammed his muscular chest onto the chest of the weakened boy. There was a loud smacking sound as the strong boy's chest smashed into the body of the weak boy. The referee signaled a pin. The strong boy smiled and rubbed his sweaty, muscular chest on the chest of the defeated boy, while at the same time thrusting his hips up and down, rubbing his now-hard cock on the abs of the defeated boy in a fucking motion. His body was charged with testosterone and adrenaline. He was pumped with aggression and victory. This sexual act was a primal act of conquest. Of the strong conquering the weak. Of the victor rubbing his big muscles on the body of the vanquished boy and completely dominating him with his cock. The strong boy was the victor and he could humiliate the weak loser all he wanted. Those were the rules of the slave boys. The strong victor could do whatever he wanted to the weak loser. And only the strong survived to be breeding slaves. The weak were thrown away like trash.

 

Part 3

Paul could hardly take his eyes away from the writhing, muscular bodies of the 9 year old wrestlers, but he looked across the yard and saw the 12 year olds starting to lift weights. He couldn't resist going over to watch. You see, the 12 year olds were Paul's favorite slave boy age group. They had all just gone through puberty. Their shoulders had broadened considerably during this transition. Big, broad shoulders capped with thick, striated muscle. Thick, muscular necks and traps. Yet their hips remained narrow and athletic. So they all had tremendous "V" shaped torsos, with incredibly big, slab- like lats tapering down to their narrow hips and shredded, washboard waists. Their pecs were big, round and bulging with striated muscle. Their arms hung at their sides like huge hams with writhing, vein-capped forearms. Every time they moved, the fibers of their big arms twitched and flexed. Their quads and calves were huge Their strong musclebutts protruded out proudly, the firm muscle dimpled and flexing with their every step. They now looked like very muscular young men rather than very muscular boys. It was hard to believe, but these boys looked even more buffed than the muscular 9 year olds Paul had just been watching. They were totally shredded. Yet they were also big. Really big. They had all gone through a pubescent growth spurt and had put on about 30 pounds of solid muscle in the last year. They weighed between 175 and 185 pounds, all solid muscle. One boy weighed 190. A 12-year old who weighed 190 pounds of solid muscle. Paul quivered as he looked at those huge young bodies. Those boys were now between 5' 10" and 6 feet tall. So they were now up to 4 inches taller and 60 pounds heavier than Paul. And they were only 12 years old. Their cocks had grown enormously during puberty and were now hanging proudly in a patch of new pubic hair. Just a little hair was starting to grow under their arms. Otherwise, their bodies were totally hairless. Their voices had changed. Now they sounded like men as they talked and laughed in a boisterous, jock-like way.

Paul walked up to the group. Two of the biggest boys immediately came up to him. "Welcome to the stud zone, Master Paul," said the biggest of the boys. "We saw you watchin' those little 9 year olds. Shit, they ain't nothin'. We're the studs around here. And I'm the biggest stud of 'em all." As the boy said that, he flexed his right arm right in Paul's face. Paul could smell the sweat emanating from the big slave boy's armpit, which was right at his nose level. That sweat smelled good to Paul. It smelled like real jock boy sweat. The smell of sweat made by muscular jocks as they pushed their big muscles to the limit. The boy's black skin was glistening with sweat. "Feel that muscle, Master Paul" said the big slave boy as he watched his bicep bulge. "That's 17 inches of rock. Seventeen inches of super-strong muscle that's stronger than steel. Fuck, I'm 190 pounds of solid muscle and I'm as strong as a bull."

Paul reached up and felt the big boy's flexed upper arm. He had to use both of his hands because of the hugeness of the kid's bulging bicep and tricep muscles. The bicep was the size of a softball, striated with muscle fibers and covered with several huge veins surging with muscle-building blood. The tricep formed a huge mass of solid muscle on the bottom of the boy's flexed arm, curving like a muscular football of hard muscle. Paul squeezed as hard as he could on both the bicep and the tricep. Both muscles were like rocks. He couldn't make the slightest dent. He rubbed his fingers over the hard, sweaty, black skin of the huge muscle boy. The skin was so thin that he could feel the individual fibers of muscle flexing underneath. They felt like steel cords. Hard, steel cords that had contracted into a ball of rock. "Wow," said Paul. "Your arm is incredible. It's huge and it's really hard." The boy smiled with supreme arrogance. "Yeah, I know. It's really big and it's really hard and it's really strong. I got 17 inches there. There ain't never been a 12-year old slave boy with a 17 inch arm before. The biggest arm before was barely 16-1/2 inches. My arm is way bigger than that. I'm the biggest, strongest 12-year old slave boy that ever lived. I know I'm gonna be the Alpha slave in my group," the boy said confidently. "There ain't none of these big studs that's bigger or stronger than me," he said as he waved his hand toward the big, buffed bodies of the other 12-year old boy slaves. They were all huge and incredibly muscular for their age. But John was the biggest and most muscular of all. And he knew it. " My name's John and I'm gonna rule these big studs for a whole year. They're gonna be takin' orders from me, the biggest, baddest 12-year old stud of all." The boy laughed and then punched his friend Nate standing next to him real hard on the boy's big, hard pec. Nate didn't even flinch, although that punch would have knocked Paul to the ground. This was the way these muscle boys communicated with each other. With pure physical aggression. Nate immediately punched John even harder in his huge, striated pec. . John just laughed. That pec was so thick and hard the punch felt like nothing to him. After the punches, the two boys flexed their muscles at each other, the way young buck male animals show off to intimidate their rivals. These were two young muscle bucks in their prime.

The boys then turned to Paul, stood in front of him and looked at him with kind of a superior look in their eyes. Even though he was the master and they were just slave boys, they knew they were superior to him. They were big, muscular studs and he was a little wimp. And they could sense that Paul was very interested in their big bodies. They were very proud of their bodies. They knew they were studs. They were both the same height at about six feet tall, four inches taller than Paul. At 190 pounds, John was 60 pounds heavier than Paul. His friend was only five pounds lighter at 185. They looked almost like twins. Huge muscular twin black boys standing so close to Paul that he could feel the heat coming off their rippling, shredded bodies. "Feel our muscles, Master Paul," said John. "Feel how big and hard they are." Paul placed his hands on the pecs of the boys, one hand on the mirror image pec of each "twin." The boys moved in close to Paul, so their bodies were almost touching him. He rubbed his hands over the mountainous pec muscles of the slave boys, marveling at their size and hardness. Their black nipples were standing out at erect attention, actually pointing at a 45 degree angle down since there was so much muscle in their pecs. Then he moved his hands over to their arms, hanging like big hams at the sides of their bodies. He felt their biceps, their triceps and their bulging forearms as they flexed each muscle for their master as his fingers touched it. They moved closer and closer to Paul, now touching his little wimpy body with their big torsos.

Paul moved his hands up to their shoulders, feeling the thick, hard delt muscle that capped their extremely wide shoulders. Their shoulders were a foot wider than Paul's bony little shoulders. Each of the boys had more muscle in one of his shoulders than Paul had on his whole upper body. He could feel the individual fibers of muscle twitching under the thin, black, sweaty skin of the slave boys as they moved their arms ever so slightly, causing their delts to respond to every movement with a rock hard precision flex. Even relaxed, the muscles were always flexing and twitching, ready to explode with power at their young masters' command. Paul moved his fingers over to their trap muscles, which bulged out from their thick, muscular necks. He squeezed the thick muscle and it felt like rock.

Next he moved his hands down to the outside lat muscle of each of the boys, pushing in as hard as he could, pushing the boys into each other, but not making the slightest dent in those big slabs of muscle. The boys flexed their lats and the V shape that formed from their 46 inch (47 inches for John) chests down to their 27 inch waists was incredible. Paul squeezed those huge wings of black muscle, but it was like squeezing warm, sweaty rock. Warm, sweaty black rock. He couldn't make a dent in those huge slabs. The bodies of these two muscular 12-year old black boys were now pressed up against Paul's little wimpy body. Paul moved his hands down from their lats and onto their firm, round muscle butts. He rubbed his hands over the hard muscle, marveling at how round and ripped it was. The boys flexed their glutes and Paul could feel the dimples on the sides of their asses and the hard fibers of striated muscle rippling under their thin skin. Then the boys relaxed again and Paul moved his fingers up to their assholes, all the while feeling the firmness of those solid, round musclebutts. He jammed his middle and index fingers into their assholes, but these boys had never allowed anything into their muscleboy assholes. They were the fuckers, not the fuckees. At the very moment Paul forced his fingers into their assholes, the black muscleboys flexed their glutes with incredible intensity, crushing his little fingers like grapes. Paul winced at the pain as the hard, rock-like muscle of those musclebutts closed in on his fingers like steel vises. He tried to pull his fingers out, but the vise grip was so hard that he couldn't do it. Finally, the two boys relaxed their iron grips and he pulled his aching fingers free. He continued his worshipful exploration of those solid butts as the boys flexed and unflexed their incredibly big and hard muscles, in a very real way silently bragging about how big and strong they were compared to him.

Then Paul moved his hands to the front of the boy's bodies, which were pressing against his own little body, and he started rubbing his fingers over their shredded washboards of abdominal muscles. Each of the slave boys had fantastic 8-packs, starting right under their bulging pecs and ending just above their crotch. Paul let his hands roam freely over the crevices and bulges of those shredded abs. Their black skin was like cellophane, so thin that it just flowed over the muscle as he pushed it with his fingers. These boys had so little bodyfat on their bodies that it was not measurable. They were all muscle, bone and paper-thin skin. Their obliques slashed from their narrow hips down to their crotches. Paul ran his fingers over these very sexy muscles, muscles that were developed from years of hard athletics and of course incredible genetics.

John and Nate pushed their bodies into Paul, getting as close as they could get without knocking the little wimp over. "Feel our cocks," said John with a very commanding tone to his voice. Paul lowered his hands and very tentatively touched the cocks of the two slave boys. To his surprise, those cocks were already erect and hard. The boys had been aroused from all of Paul's fondling of their muscles. And those cocks were huge. They were each over 9 inches long and very, very thick. They were standing at full erection, pointed almost straight up, almost pressed against Paul's little body. "Feel em!" ordered John. Paul wrapped his little fingers around the thick, hard shafts and let out a loud sigh. "Fuckin' big and hard, ain't they," yelled John. "Yeah," said Paul, almost overcome by the experience of feeling the boys' big muscles and hard cocks pressing in so close to his body.

Suddenly, John grabbed Paul by the shoulders and pulled him into his muscular chest. At the same time, Nate moved behind Paul and pushed his big body against Paul's back. John ripped Paul's shirt out of his pants and jammed his huge 9 inch cock up between the shirt and Paul's body. The big cock rubbed against the top of the wimp's flabby waist and the bottom of his chicken chest. Nate jammed his own huge cock under Paul's shirt in back, rubbing the hard weapon against the top of his flabby ass and his weak lower back.

Then the two muscleboys wrapped their muscular arms around each other's big chest and pulled. Paul was immediately crushed between the rock hard torsos of the two huge 12 year old slave boys as they grabbed each other's body and pulled. As they pulled with their incredibly muscular arms, their lats flared out from the sides of their backs. They looked like two giant cobras, totally enveloping Paul's little torso with the thick, wide muscle of their own huge torsos. However, their waists and hips were smaller and narrower than Paul's. So their huge upper bodies completely covered Paul's little upper body but Paul's flabby waist and hips stuck out at the sides from the incredibly shredded waists and narrow, athletic hips of the two muscle boys. Total muscle perfection crushing the life out of total wimpy imperfection.

As they crushed the little wimp, the two black slave boys started rubbing their hard pecs against his chest, John from the front and Nate from the back. Paul could feel the huge mounds of hard pec muscle forcing themselves into his weak, squishy flesh. Paul's little 130 pound body was being crushed between 375 pounds of solid muscle. "Geez you feel soft and weak," said John. "You're like a little piece of lettuce being crushed by two big black pieces of muscle bread-a muscle sandwich!" John laughed a deep laugh at the thought of the two pieces of musclestud black bread crushing with ease the squishy lettuce of the white man master. The force of Nate's big body hitting the back of his head smashed his face between the two bulging pecs of John's chest. His cheeks rubbed against the sweaty black skin that covered those big, round, striated, rock hard muscles. His nose was pressed firmly against John's chest, with the huge, bulging pecs crushing in on both sides. As he breathed, he could smell the sweat pouring off John's skin as his big muscles flexed and worked underneath. John could feel Paul's soft cheeks in between his pecs. He flexed his pecs, literally crushing Paul's cheeks between the two mounds of solid muscle Then he pulled harder on his arms, immediately forcing all the air out of Paul's collapsing lungs. He rubbed his hard, flexed pecs against Paul's smothered face. "Yo, this lettuce is getting flat," he laughed. Nate laughed in return as he heard Paul gasping for air. Then he pulled in on his own muscular arms, The combined power of the two boys' arms was almost breaking Paul's ribs.

The two muscleboys held Paul in this position and started thrusting their cocks up and down against his body. Their cocks were much harder than Paul's body, so those big weapons literally dug into his flesh. Paul could feel every thrust as the two studs forced their big cocks up and down against his warm, squishy flesh. Paul's own cock was as hard as a rock, but it was all bound up in his underwear and crushed against John's rock-hard body. It was nothing compared to John's rock-like muscles. The two 12-year old studs started breathing harder as their thrusts became stronger and faster. Sweat was dripping off their black bodies. Their muscles tightened even more as they pulled on each other's muscular bodies and thrust their narrow, athletic hips up and down, forcing their cocks into Paul's squishy flesh. As they thrust their cocks into Paul's body, they also forced their huge, round, rock-hard pecs into his body. Paul was completely overwhelmed by this display of muscle superiority and domination. Finally John let out a loud roar, and less than a second later Nate did the same, and Paul could feel gobs and gobs of warm cum being splattered on his chest and his back by the pulsating young cocks of the two musclestud boys. The boys continued thrusting their cocks up and down and gushing spurt after spurt after spurt of cum for over a minute. Finally they relaxed and loosened their iron grip on each other. They gently rubbed their cocks in the warm, slippery fluid they had produced, still rock hard and still ejaculating a few more spurts of genetically superior muscleboy jism on Paul's body. Paul was almost delirious. He was totally overwhelmed. In his mind, he had just had 1,000 fantastic orgasms. But his body was so totally crushed by the hard muscles of the two boys, so he had actually had none. But as the boys relaxed their muscles and let him breathe, Paul smiled as he thought about the 1,000 orgasms he had just had.

Suddenly his bliss was broken by the yell of one of the other slave boys. "Hey John. Time to stop playing with Master Paul. Get your big black ass over here and start liftin' some iron. It's your turn to show what you got." John turned and looked at the slave boys who were standing next to the weights. He and Nate both let go of Paul, who collapsed on the ground. They strutted over to the weights. Their cocks were still hard and cum was still oozing out of their piss holes. Their cocks wagged back and forth as they walked, in effect advertising that they had just had an incredible orgasm. John smiled confidently as he walked up to the weights.

Paul sat on the ground for a few moments trying to recover from the incredible experience he had just had. He reached under his shirt and rubbed his hand over the huge quantity of cum that John had just ejaculated out of his big, hard cock. It seemed like there was a half cup of the thick, white liquid all over Paul's chest.. Paul scooped it up in his hand and stared at the amazing quantity of jism the 12 year old black boy had deposited He thought about the millions of John's genetically superior sperm that were swimming around in that jism, itching to impregnate the egg of another genetically superior black slave and produce an even bigger and stronger black child. Paul brought his hand up to his face and smelled the pure, clean smell of the white liquid Then he placed his hand back under his shirt and wiped the cum all over his body. There was an equal amount of cum on his back, spurted out by Nate's huge, thick cock. Paul couldn't do anything about that, so he just stood up. The whole front and back of his shirt were wet with muscleboy cum.

Paul walked over and watched as John started lifting the weights. John was the last 12 year old slave boy to lift. He was the biggest and the strongest so he got to go last. He had been the Alpha boy slave in his age group since he was 8 years old. He always went last. And he always won. The boys did squats, bench presses, military presses and curls. John's body was pumped and dripping with sweat from his "playing" with Nate and Paul. He flexed his muscles at the other boys, just to show them how big and strong he was. "I don't need any warmup," he said confidently as he flexed. The first lift was the squat. He flexed his massive legs as he approached the squat rack, his big cock swinging in his crotch. The bar was already loaded with the heaviest weight the last boy could lift. "This weight is my warmup," he said. He put his shoulders under the bar and lifted it off the rack. Then he lowered his big body all the way down. He smiled, knowing this was going to be easy for him. Then he willed his big muscles to push himself up. His quads bulged in his thighs as they applied incredible power to John's strong bones. His neck was thick and bulging out at the sides. In a flash, his thick strong legs forced the weight up until he was standing straight and tall. Then he did it again for two more reps! This was the heaviest weight any of the other boys could lift and John did three reps with it. He crashed the huge weight on the rack and flexed his massive quads for all to see. They were shredded with fibers. Veins were crisscrossing everywhere. "Yeah!" he yelled. "More weight!" he ordered. "Gimme 20 more pounds than the record!" The loaders added 40 pounds of weight to the bar, making it 20 pounds heavier than any weight ever squatted by a 12 year old slave boy at the plantation. That bar now weighed 410 pounds. John put his bulging neck and huge shoulders under the bar and lifted it off the rack. Then he lowered his body all the way down. All the slave boys had their eyes fixed on John's legs. Paul's cock was stiff as a pipe under his tight pants. Then John let out a loud grunt. The muscles in his legs exploded. His neck and traps bulged. Veins popped out all over his black body. Slowly his legs started to straighten. The huge masses of muscle in his thighs were ripped and shredded and bulging to the max. Without any hesitation, his muscular legs lifted the heavy weight back up until those legs were completely straight and his knees locked. His quads were so big and shredded it was unbelievable. Sweat was dripping off his thin black skin and the fibers of muscle were pulsating, covered with veins. He crashed the weight onto the rack and then flexed his legs again in triumph.

"Feel these mothers, Master Paul," he said as he saw Paul staring at the shredded muscle with his jaw open. "Feel how big and hard they are." Paul came over and ran his hands over those huge, shredded thighs. "I'm the strongest 12 year old boy slave there ever was," bragged John. "Those are the strongest legs there have ever been on a 12 year old boy slave. I'm a total stud!" As he said that, he flexed his legs again and reached down and grabbed his cock which was already getting hard. Paul felt the enormous power in John's huge, shredded, tree trunk legs and looked at that big, thick cock and nodded his head in total agreement. Then he bent down and placed his hands on John's bulging calf muscles. The muscles formed two heads of solid rock, striated with fibers and covered with veins. John's big calves had helped push up that huge 410 pounds of iron and they were pumped and shredded. Paul ran his fingers over the bulging muscle, marveling at its size and hardness. Suddenly, as Paul was still bending over to feel his calves, John relaxed his legs, spread them apart, and quickly moved forward, enveloping Paul's head between his two huge thighs. The muscle felt solid and warm, actually hot, to Paul as it completely covered his head. The muscle was hot and pumped and surging with blood from pushing up the heavy weight. Even relaxed, the thick muscle felt firm and hard. Paul felt strangely secure as he felt his head being gently crushed by the warm, thick muscle of John's huge thighs. The sweat poured out of John's black skin, covering Paul's head and face. Paul could barely breathe as his face was enveloped by the thick muscle, but he could smell the sweat pouring off John's pumped body, the sweat that is made by a musclejock when he's working out his muscles. "How's that feel, Master Paul?" said John. "How's it feel to have your head between the two strongest legs of any 12 year old there ever was?" Paul could hardly talk, but he sputtered out "It feels good." John smiled. "Does that muscle feel hard on your little white face?" he said. "Does it feel thick and hard and strong?" Paul felt the warm muscle pressing against his cheeks. He could actually feel the hard fibers underneath John's thin skin. "Yes," he said. "It feels really thick and hard and strong." John smiled. "Oh yeah?" he said. "Well feel this!" At that, he flexed his thighs. The giant slabs of muscle instantly sprang to attention with cuts and striations everywhere. Paul couldn't believe it. The firm, warm muscle that had been gently pressing against his cheeks suddenly turned into solid steel. That steel was now pressing against his head like a vise. Slowly, John started moving his legs together. At his command, the huge muscles of his thick thighs forced themselves towards each other. The strong muscles started applying an incredible force against Paul's head as they obeyed the orders of their young commander to move together and crush anything in their way. Paul started hearing ringing in his ears as the incredible force of John's muscles closed in on his head like a steel vise. His head started hurting as the crushing became stronger and stronger. "That's what really hard and really strong muscle feels like," said John. "Your little white head ain't no match for my big, hard, strong leg muscles. My big black legs could crush your little white head like a grape if I ordered them to do it. They like to crush things. They like to show off how strong they are. They crushed the ribs of a big goat and it wasn't even hard for them. I jumped on the goat, wrapped my legs around his chest and squeezed. Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap! The bones of that goat were no match for these huge black monsters. They just blasted through his ribs. It was funny listening to the bleating cries of the goat as my big legs crushed the life out of him.. They smashed his chest into nothing in just a few seconds. That felt really cool. These legs like being strong and crushing things. They've been bred to be strong and they're the strongest." Paul was gasping as he listened to the Alpha 12 year old muscle boy slave brag about the strength of his big, muscular legs. The force of their crushing was unbearable. "Yeah, you are the strongest, you are the best," he gurgled, almost passed out. John smiled with an arrogant, superior smile. He relaxed his legs and Paul fell to the ground. John placed one leg on Paul's back and then flexed his 17 inch biceps in front of all his 12 year old buddies, who were staring in amazement. His big, thick cock was standing up at full erection. "Yeah, I'm the strongest. I'm the best," he yelled as he flexed his huge muscles in triumph.

 

Part 4

After a few more moments of this display of muscle superiority and domination, John strutted over to the bench press. Paul managed to get to his feet at follow the young muscle stud. His head was pounding from the crushing it had just received. The bench was loaded with the maximum weight any 12 year old slave boy had done so far, 325 pounds. John swaggered up to the bench and got under the bar He lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it to his chest. Paul watched the big muscles of the boy slave's pecs, delts and arms bulge as he lowered the heavy weight until it touched his chest. Then those muscles exploded as he willed his muscles to push the bar back up. His pecs bulged with shredded striations of rock hard muscle as they pushed the heavy weight up. The bar went up easily. That weight was no match for the power of John's young muscles. When he locked his elbows at the top, he looked over at Paul and said "Piece of cake." Then he took a deep breath and lowered the heavy bar back down for another rep. Paul marveled at how his big, muscular 47 inch chest tapered down to a shredded, rippling 27 inch waist. A 20 inch difference between chest and waist. Incredible. His trim waist didn't even touch the bench. It wasn't even close. It was raised about four inches off the bench by the size of his huge chest and the bulging muscles in his firm, round ass. His waist looked like the tiny waist of a wasp, connecting with 27 inches of solid muscle his huge torso and his muscular butt and legs. His big, thick cock was erect and sitting proudly on his shredded abs. His oblique muscles slashed from his hips to his crotch. His feet were planted firmly on the ground. His muscular butt was lifting his waist high off the bench. Paul just couldn't believe how much muscle John had in his chest and butt to lift his tiny waist up so high as he pumped out the heavy bench presses.

John pressed the bar up again, almost as easily as the first time. Then he lowered the bar and pressed it up again. This was a warm up weight for John. His 12 year old muscles were blasting the shit out of that 325 pound weight. By now, every muscle in his chest, his shoulders and his arms was incredibly pumped and shredded. Sweat was dripping off his paper-thin black skin. Every time he pushed up the bar, the striations of muscle in his pecs flexed like steel cords under that thin skin. Paul's cock was as hard as a pipe as he watched John's huge muscles pump the heavy weight. John pumped out a total of 5 reps with the 325 pounds. When he was finished, he jumped off the bench and hit a most muscular pose in front of the other 12 year old slave boys. "That's a fuckin' pussy weight," he yelled. "My muscles pushed around that weight like it was nothin'. I'm so much stronger than you guys it ain't even close. I'm gonna rule you guys." He raised his arms his arms and flexed his biceps in an arrogant display of superiority. The other slave boys just stared at his muscles. Each one of them was an incredible muscular specimen himself, but they could see that John was the most superior of all the muscular specimens. He was the Alpha slave boy. "Put on another 30 pounds," he ordered. "That's 10 pounds more than the record. I'm gonna set another record. I'm the strongest and the best."

The boys loaded 15 more pounds on each side of the bar. John put his big body on the bench under the bar and wrapped his thick fingers around the steel. He lifted the bar off the rack and slowly lowered it to he chest. Then he let out a loud, animalistic grunt. The his pec muscles exploded. His arms looked like they were flexing with steel cables. He the fibers in his delts bulged with power. Slowly the bar lifted off his chest. It went up at a steady, powerful speed. :John's young 12 year old muscles were in total control of the 355 pounds of solid iron. He crashed the bar onto the rack and jumped off the bench. "Stud!" he yelled as he moved his arms back and forth, flexing his giant pecs. He walked over to Paul and stood right in front of the skinny little 16 year old. He grabbed the back of Paul's head and rubbed his face all over his bulging, hot, sweaty pecs as he flexed them. "Feel that hard muscle, Master Paul. Feel how big and hard it is. Think about how strong it is. It just benched 355 pounds. How much can you bench, Master Paul? Thirty pounds? Forty pounds? Shit, I'm 10 times stronger than you and I'm only 12 years old. Feel the power of a real stud, Master Paul. Feel the power of a musclestud." Paul was overwhelmed by the feeling of John's massive, hard pecs rubbing against his dainty cheeks. John's nipples were fully erect and jutting out proudly. When John rubbed Paul's face over those nipples, the hard nubs actually pushed deep into his cheeks. One time a hard nipple was pressed into his mouth and for an instant Paul was able to suck on the big, erect thing. John rubbed Paul's face up and down and back and forth over his pecs, letting him totally take in the enormity and hardness of the bulging, striated muscle Then John forced Paul's face in between the two melon shaped mounds of pure muscle. His pecs bulged out at least three inches from his chest, so there was a tremendous crevice between them into which Paul's nose was forced. Paul could feel and smell the sweat pouring out of the stud's black skin. That sweat smelled good. He stuck out his tongue and tasted the pure, salty liquid It tasted good. All of Paul's sensations were totally aroused by John's hot body. "Feel my muscles crush your face," said John, as he flexed his pecs, crushing Paul's cheeks between them. John laughed. "That feels really cool. My big black pecs crushing your little white face." He kept pressing in on the back of Paul's head as he applied more and more crushing force. Paul moved his hands up and down over John's body, feeling his bulging lats, his shredded abs and his round muscle butt as the big black boy overpowered him with his incredible strength. If Paul's little cock had not been wrapped so tightly in his underwear he would have cum right then and there. Finally John let go of the back of Paul's head. Paul didn't pull away, however. He kept his head buried for a moment between the two warm globes of black muscle, reveling in their warmth and hardness. Then he slowly moved his face away from John's chest and moved his hands up to feel the solid mounds of muscle that had just crushed his face. John flexed each pec separately, back and forth, showing off his muscle control and showing how the firm unflexed muscle turned into solid rock at his command. John liked showing off his muscles.

Finally, John turned around and headed for a barbell sitting on the ground. "Time for the military press," he said, as Paul followed behind like a little puppy. The bar was loaded to 240 pounds, the maximum weight any of the other 12-year old boy slaves could press. John swaggered up to the heavy barbell with supreme confidence. "Stand behind me, Master Paul," he ordered. Paul did as told. John bended his knees, lowered his upper body and picked up the heavy bar. Then in one fluid motion he muscled the bar up to his shoulders. "OK, put your hands on my shoulders, Master Paul. Feel those big muscles work." John's shoulders were very wide, about a foot wider than Paul's, and they were capped with thick, striated muscle,. That muscle was twitching and flexing and bulging as John held the heavy bar at his shoulders. Paul put his hands on those huge mounds of muscle, rubbing his fingers over the thick striations of individual fibers that were pulsating under John's thin black skin. Then John willed those muscles to lift the heavy bar. Without hesitation the young muscles obeyed the command of their 12 year old master. They exploded, bulging out from his broad shoulders with even more size and hardness as they pushed up the heavy weight. Paul couldn't believe how much muscle John had in his shoulders and how hard and strong that muscle was. When John locked his elbows at the top, he said "How's that feel, Master Paul?" Paul was so overcome he could hardly talk. "The muscles feel really big and really hard," he said. "Yeah, they're really big and really hard," bragged John as he lowered the weight back down. "And they're really strong. This weight ain't shit to those big muscles. They laugh at this weight." At that, John powered his arms up and down with ease, pumping out a total of six reps. All the while Paul was feeling John's huge delts as they got even bigger and harder and engorged with blood as they powered the heavy bar like a toy. After the sixth rep, John let the weight crash to the ground. He turned around and faced Paul. His shoulders and arms were so bulging and shredded it was unbelievable.

Paul grabbed his shoulders again and squeezed the thick, hard muscle. "I got lots of muscle on my shoulders," said John, looking over at the thick, striated, throbbing fibers. Then he reached up and put his big hand on one of Paul's bony little shoulders. "Geez, you ain't got any muscle in your shoulders, Master Paul. It's all bone. No muscle there at all. You ever gonna get some muscle on your shoulders like me?" Paul looked at John's huge shoulders and then looked at his skinny little bony shoulders. "I don't think so," he said sheepishly. John smiled. "Of course you won't, Master Paul. I've been bred to get big, muscular shoulders. I've been bred to get incredibly big and strong. And I'm the biggest and strongest there is. I'm a stud! You ain't been bred to be nothin'. You're just gonna be a little white boy weakling the rest of your life. And I'm gonna be the biggest, strongest most muscular black stud that ever lived." John looked Paul in the eye with arrogant confidence as he said that. Paul kind of gulped, taking in the truth of John's boasts. John had more muscle in one of his 12 year old shoulders than Paul would ever have in his whole body. John was a purebred musclestud and Paul was a wimp. That's just the way it was. And the musclestuds always dominate the wimps. That's just the way it is.

"Put on another 30 pounds," John yelled at the other slave boys. "I'm gonna break another record. These shoulder muscles wanna kick some ass. Some big iron-weight ass. Your asses are next." The boys followed the orders of their leader, loading 30 more pounds onto the bar. That was more than 10 percent more weight than the strongest other 12 year old slave boys could lift. It was 15 pounds more than the record. John knew his big shoulders could handle it. He brimmed over with confidence. He picked up the 270 pounds of solid iron and muscled it up to his shoulders. He looked across the faces of the other 12 year old slave boys who were staring at him in awe. "Fuckin' strong!" he yelled as he willed his huge, striated shoulders and arms to lift the heavy weight. His neck and traps bulged. His delts exploded. His triceps blasted out under his skin, shredded to the max. The heavy bar rose up over his head, no match for the incredible strength of John's muscles. He locked his elbows in triumph and yelled "Yeah!" Then he literally threw the heavy weight five feet away, where it came crashing down on the ground. He flexed his arms for Paul and the other slave boys. "Fuckin' strong!" he bragged as his delts bulged like striated mountains of muscle. Nobody challenged that statement.

"Bring on the curls," said John. "My biceps feel so fuckin' strong they're gonna fuck up that weight." He walked over to the heavy barbell on the ground, already loaded to 180 pounds. Again, that was the heaviest weight any of the other 12 year old slave boys could curl. One hundred eighty pounds is an enormous weight for a 12 year old boy to be curling with his young biceps, but these boys were so big and strong that every one of them could curl at least 150 pounds, six times more than Paul. Now the biggest and strongest of these big and strong boys was going to pit his bulging muscles against the heavy iron. John bent over and picked up the bar. He turned to Paul and said, "Stand behind me real close and put the tips of your fingers on the top of my biceps." Paul did as ordered. He stood real close behind John, actually touching his firm, round muscle butt with his crotch. Then he touched the top of the biceps on John's fully-extended arms with his dainty fingers. Paul was stunned by what he felt. It felt like there were steel cords straining under the thin black skin of the muscular slave boy. Paul could feel the individual cords of steel-hard muscle pulsating, ready to flex with incredible strength at their 12-year old master's command. "Time for some real muscle," said John. He slowly curled his arms, lifting the 180 pound bar. As his arms curled, the steel cords of muscle in his biceps contracted into rock-hard balls of mass, a mass of muscle still corded and striated and covered with blood engorged veins. Paul's cock twitched in his underwear as he felt John's huge biceps contract with awesome power as they easily curled to heavy bar. When he got to the top, John held his position for a moment and Paul ran his fingers all over the rock hard balls of muscle that were in his arms. Seventeen inches of rock hard muscle in the arms of a 12 year old.

Then John slowly lowered his arms and curled the bar back up again. All the while Paul was feeling the corded muscles extend and contract like a powerful machine. A machine of muscle. John cranked out five reps and then dropped the bar to the ground. "Yeah, fuckin' strong!" he yelled. He flexed his arms right in Paul's face and jammed his right arm right up against Paul's nose. Paul could smell the strong, heavy sweat coming up from John's big armpit. His black skin was glistening with sweat and drops of sweat were forming all over his big arm. "Lick my sweat," said John "Feel that big bicep with your little tongue." Paul stuck out his tongue and gently licked the huge mass of muscle that was John's bicep. The salty sweat tasted good. He could feel with his tongue the individual fibers of muscle in the flexed bicep. When he licked his tongue over the big veins that covered the hard muscle, he could feel the hot blood surging through them. Paul licked the bicep clean and then moved down to the tricep. John's huge tricep was also bulging in his arm, forming a huge mass of football shaped muscle on the bottom of his upper arm. Paul licked the hard tricep, marveling at the sheer size and hardness of the massive muscle. When Paul got to the bottom of John's huge arm, his face was very close to the huge armpit that formed the junction of his massive delt, lat, pec and upper arm. John had just a little hair in his armpit. Hair that had just begun forming within the last year, The hair of a very young teenager who had just gone through puberty. While the hair in his armpit was that of a very young teenager, the size of that armpit was as big as a fully-grown muscular athlete. And that armpit was very sweaty. Sweaty from a full day's workout of his huge muscles and sweaty from the heavy curls he had just done. Almost by impulse, Paul lowered his head and jammed his nose right into John's huge armpit. The pungent smell of John's muscle jock sweat was overwhelming. Paul breathed in deeply, reveling in the smell of the powerful male athlete that was before him, the smell of a superior jock, the smell of huge muscles working, the smell of a total stud. 'Yeah, smell that sweat, little man," said John, looking down at Paul's pathetic little body and his face buried in his huge muscles. "Smell the sweat of a real muscle stud. You've never made sweat that smelled like that, have you, little man. Your little muscles can't work out hard the way my big muscles can. Your little muscles can't work up a real sweat. Yeah, smell the sweat that only us big, strong muscle boys can make. We got muscle and we got muscle stud sweat and you don't got shit." John smiled arrogantly, grabbed the back of Paul's head and rubbed his face all over his armpit, rubbing the sweat all over his face. Then he lowered his arm and crushed Paul's head inside his armpit. Paul felt the rock like muscles of John's lat, his pec and his arm closing in on his head. Sweat was pouring out of the pores in the muscleboy's black skin and covering Paul's head. John laughed as he felt his big black muscles crushing the little white boy's head. Finally he relaxed and Paul dropped to the ground, looking up at John's huge body and his cock which was fully erect again, turned on by his domination of the little white boy.

While Paul was still sitting on the ground and looking up in awe, John ordered the other kids to put 20 more pounds on the bar, loading it up to 200 pounds. Ten pounds more than he weighed and another record. Then he picked up the bar and curled the massive weight, almost with ease, without any cheating at all. His big arms just curled the bar up and then lowered it again. He dropped the bar and stood over Paul, with his big, thick 9 inch cock standing fully erect on his muscular black body. He put his right foot on Paul's crotch and flexed his arms in triumph, gently rubbing his big foot on Paul's little cock as he flexed his big guns. "Fuckin' big and fuckin' strong," he said as he stood proudly as the victor. Not only was he the victor over the other 12 year old slave boys, he was the victor over his white master, who groveled at the physical superiority of the muscular black youth who was standing in triumph over him. The other slave boys hooted and hollered their approval as their big, muscular leader stood over the white wimp and flexed his huge, shredded muscles.

John was now the Alpha 12 year old boy slave. He was the biggest and strongest by far. He had won all his wrestling matches easily. He had one of the biggest cocks of all the 12 year old boys. He had thrown the ball the farthest. He was one of the top three finishers in all the races. He could do 420 pushups, 180 pullups and the maximum 1,000 situps. In these he was in the top five of all the boys. He was aggressive and dominant. He had absolutely no fat on his huge body. He was a totally superior boy, the product of 7 generations of great breeding. And he was going to rule the other 12 year old boy slaves for the next year. The strong always rule the weak.

He took his foot off Paul and turned to the other boys. "Get down and gimme 50!" he yelled. Instantly the other boys fell to the ground and started pumping out pushups. John smiled as he watched the boys following his orders. Then he jumped on the back of one of the boys, grabbing onto the boy's big shoulders and putting his big, erect cock on the boy's firm round ass. The boy didn't stop his pushups at all. In fact he didn't even slow down. John rubbed his cock on the boy's ass and started thrusting his hips up and down in a fucking motion, in a display of sheer male domination. A display of the strong young male dominating another male. This boy was going to be dominated by John all year. John was strong and he could do whatever he wanted. John smiled as he rubbed his big body on the body of the muscular boy. Paul just stood there and watched the incredibly muscular bodies of the 12 year old boys cranking out the pushups and watched the even more muscular body of John thrusting his big cock up and down on the muscle butt of one of the boys.

 

Part 5

As he was watching John and his stud friends, Paul sensed a huge mass approaching him from behind. Then he felt a gigantic muscle wrap itself around his scrawny little neck. He looked down and saw a huge black forearm, writhing with bulging muscle. Then he felt the muscle around his neck flex and he felt a huge rock-hard ball of peaked bicep muscle ram itself into his windpipe. Then he heard a deep voice say into his ear, "Hi, Paul." The voice didn't say Master Paul. It just said Paul. Paul instantly knew who it was. "Hi, James," he croaked, barely able to speak as James's huge, rock-hard bicep crushed his windpipe like it was nothing. After one more playful flex, which smashed his bicep into Paul's neck even further, James let go of his choke hold. Paul turned around and faced the huge, black body. "I saw you checkin' out my little brother," said James. "He thinks he's a hot shit. Well, he's my little brother so I guess he is a hot shit 'cause he's related to me. But little John's never gonna get as big and buff and strong as his big brother James. You know that, don't you Paul?" Paul looked at the immense, muscular body facing him and nodded his head. "Yeah James, I know." James smiled and flexed his pecs and abs. Paul took in the enormity of what he was seeing. "I just won the contest again. I'm the biggest and strongest 14 year old there has ever been. I'm the Alpha breeding male. Shit, I been the Alpha male in my age group since I was 8 years old. You know that, don't you Paul?" Paul nodded and kind of gulped as he kept watching James flex his muscles ever so subtly. "Now I get to fuck Susanna in the White Room all night. I get to fuck as much as I want. Susanna's the Alpha girl slave so we're the prime breeding pair of all the slaves. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of her." James's huge cock started to stiffen as he said this. Paul looked down in awe at the huge weapon. James's cock was truly enormous. Fully erect it was 12 inches long and very very thick. Big balls the size of lemons hung down below that huge cock. Balls that produced massive quantities of genetically superior jism and sperm. Jism and sperm that shot out of James's huge, hard cock like water out of a fire hose. Paul's little five inch cock and shriveled balls were nothing compared to James's giant, thick cock and his big, low hanging balls, just like Paul's little body was nothing compared to James's giant, muscular body. Even though James was 2 years younger than Paul, James was so much more of a man, so much more of a stud, so much more of an incredible muscular athlete, it wasn't even funny.

James stood 6' 3" tall and weighed 240 pounds, all solid muscle. He was the biggest, strongest and most muscular 14 year old slave boy there had ever been at the plantation. He was already bigger and stronger than most of the slave men in their 20's and 30's. He was the Alpha male of all the Alpha males. Paul stared at James's incredible body and his huge cock that was getting stiff as its young owner bragged about winning the contest and fucking the Alpha girl slave. "Yeah, I'm the biggest, strongest fucking boy slave there ever was and I'm gonna fuck the shit out of anyone I want," said James. He looked at Paul and winked. Paul's cock was a stiff as a pipe under his tight underwear as he looked at James's incredibly muscular body and listened to his cocky bragging. James looked down and saw the little bulge under Paul's pants. He smiled. Then he reached down and grabbed Paul's cock with his big right hand. "You gettin' turned on, white boy?" James said with a smile. "Yeah, I know you are. You always do, don't ya? Hey, I got an idea. I want you to come to the White Room when I fuck Susanna tonight. You been watchin' and feelin' my body all these years. You been seein' these muscles grow ever since I was 4 years old. You been watchin' and feelin' these muscles and this cock get huge. I know you're into it. Now you can watch this big muscle machine and this huge cock fuck the shit out of the finest girl on the plantation. And that's not the only thing that's gonna get fucked." James winked again. "You better be there!" James said this as an order, not a request. Paul gulped and nodded his head. James let go of the wimp's cock and flexed his enormous 20 inch upper arm in Paul's face. Reflexively, Paul reached up and cupped the huge, rock hard, muscle with his two hands. James's flexed biceps and triceps were so huge that Paul couldn't begin to get his hands around them. The bicep peaked to an incredible height, striated with fibers of muscle, with the two heads clearly defined. The triceps bulged in the back and on the bottom of his huge arm. Paul pushed his fingers into James's sweaty black skin, but he couldn't make the slightest dent in the rock-hard muscle. James straightened and flexed his arm several times, smiling as he watched the skinny little white boy admire his huge muscles. Finally he stopped flexing his arm and reached over and grabbed Paul's hand. He placed Paul's dainty little hand right on top of his huge 12 inch cock, which was now totally hard. Paul wrapped his little fingers around the thick, steel hard weapon. He gasped as he felt the enormity of the sex tool owned by this huge 14 year old boy. James smiled as the wimpy little white teenager felt his huge, hard cock. He whispered to Paul, "You'll get all the muscle and cock you can handle tonight." Then he winked and strutted away, accepting congratulations from all the other slaves for winning the contest and being the Alpha breeding slave. His stiff cock swayed proudly back and forth as he swaggered through the yard, the Alpha stud of all these incredibly strong and muscular slaves.

Paul smiled in anticipation of the evening as he watched James's muscle butt. He could hardly wait. He remembered back to when he had first met James. It was at a contest just like this one. Paul was only 6 years old and was just learning about his father's slave breeding program. He was watching the 8 year old slave boys compete and he was amazed at the muscularity and strength of these black boys who were only two years older than he was. After one of the wrestling matches, he turned around to walk away and immediately bumped into a young black boy who was standing behind him. Paul had bumped into the boy pretty hard, but the boy didn't budge. The boy was buck naked, just like all the other slave boys and girls. He was obviously younger than Paul and was about an inch shorter than Paul but his young body was already thick with muscle. "Sorry," said Paul for bumping into the boy. Paul was trained to be polite and he didn't yet realize he didn't need to be polite to slaves. "That's OK," said the young slave. "I didn't feel nothin'." Paul looked at the boy's muscular body. "You got a lot of muscle," he said. "How old are you?" The boy smiled proudly. "Yeah, I do, don't I. I'm only 4 years old, but I'm already stronger than a lot of the 5 year olds." Then, in a move that Paul would remember the rest of his life, the boy raised his right arm and flexed his bicep right in Paul's face. A big ball of muscle blasted up in his arm. Paul's eyes almost popped out of his head. The 4 year old boy's bicep was the size of a small orange. It was peaked, and underneath the boy's thin, black skin Paul could see the fibers of muscle twitching and flexing at their young master's command. "Feel it," said the boy. Paul reached up with his dainty while fingers and touched the boy's black skin. It felt like he was touching warm rock. He pressed in with his fingers but the muscle didn't give. Paul got a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had never felt human flesh that was as hard as the muscles of this 4 year old slave boy. Then he wrapped his fingers around the ball of muscle and squeezed as hard as he could. He couldn't make the slightest dent in the rock-like mass. "Wow," said Paul. "That muscle is really big and really hard." The boy smiled confidently. Then in a sudden move, he reached over, put his hands under Paul's armpits and lifted the 6 year old white boy over his head with obvious ease. "My muscles are really strong, too," said the 4 year old as he held Paul over his head. Paul looked down and marveled at the boy's big delts and triceps, which were bulging with shredded muscle as they held him up effortlessly

Then the boy dropped Paul to his feet. He looked at Paul's pasty white face and skinny body. "I never been this close to a white boy before," said the 4 year old. "You look really weak. Here, you flex your muscle like I did. I wanna feel a white boy's muscle." Paul raised his right arm and flexed his bicep. Well, he tried to flex his bicep. You see there wasn't any bicep there to flex. His flexed arm looked just as mushy and flat as his unflexed arm. The black boy reach over and wrapped his fingers around the pasty white skin, which covered nothing but flab and bone. He positioned the tips of his fingers on top, just where the bicep should have been. Then he squeezed. Instantly, his fingers smashed through the flab and down to the bone. Bolts of pain surged through Paul's arm as the strong fingers of the muscular 4 year old crushed the squishy flesh like a grape. Paul tried to flex his bicep harder, but it was no use. His mushy little bicep was nothing to the strong fingers of this muscular 4 year old boy. The boy wiggled his fingers around, making the pain even worse. He probably didn't know how much pain he was causing, because his hard muscles had never allowed something like this to happen to him. Even through his pain, Paul couldn't help but notice the forearm muscles of the slave boy bulging under his black skin, applying the enormous power to his strong fingers. "Geez, you ain't got nothin' there," said the 4 year old. Paul nodded in agreement and then pleaded "Please stop." The muscular black boy looked into the wimpy white boy's pleading eyes , smiled, and then slowly relaxed his grip. "I never felt such weak muscles before," said the black boy. "What's your name, weak boy?" Paul looked at the confident slave boy, who was now subtly flexing his pecs, lats, arms and abs. He had virtually no fat on his body and all the muscles were showing in bold relief under his black skin. "Paul," he said. The black boy flexed his pecs and abs and ran his hands over the washboard of muscle of his abs and the bulging mounds of his pecs. "My name's James," he said. "Maybe we can be friends." Paul looked at the incredible body of the 4 year old black slave boy. He noticed that the boy's cock was already much bigger than his own. At age 6, he didn't fully grasp the significance of what he was seeing---a boy who had the genetics of a totally superior superman, but he really wanted to get to know this strong black boy. "Yeah," he said, "Lets be friends.." Then they smiled at each other.

From that day onward, the two boys, who couldn't have been more unlike each other, became playmates. Paul was absolutely fascinated by the muscles on James's young body. James was fascinated by Paul's white skin and, in a strange way, by his flabby body. He liked showing off how strong he was to this white weakling who was two years older than he was, while at the same time the white weakling loved watching James's displays of awesome strength and muscularity. A few days after their first meeting, they went out to a field, totally alone and away from others, to play. Their first game was a race. They raced about 100 yards, several times. James let Paul stand five, then ten, then 15 yards ahead of him for each race and even let Paul say go. Even with that advantage, James easily won race after race. Paul couldn't take his eyes off the muscular black body of the black boy as it pulled up to and then passed him with ease. The muscles of his butt, thighs and calves bulged as they powered his strong legs ahead at great speed. After each race, James would flex his legs and say "Feel those mothers, white boy. Feel those strong mothers that just whipped your little white ass." Paul would reach down and feel James's bulging leg muscles, running his little fingers over the hard, rock-like muscle. He even felt his firm round ass, which bulged with hard muscle. James smiled. He knew he was a stud.

He ran up to a tree and grabbed on to a branch, facing Paul. Immediately he started doing pullups. Pullup after pullup. Paul walked up and stood right in front of James, staring in awe at his rippling muscles. He was amazed at how strong this boy was. He himself couldn't do even one pullup, and here was this 4 year old black slave boy cranking them out like they were nothing. He marveled at how wide James's lats got when his arms were fully extended. They flared out from his body like wings. Then when he lifted his body up, his lats and biceps exploded as they flexed, powering up his muscular body with ease. James looked down at Paul and smiled as he saw how entranced the white boy was as he watched his display of muscular power. Paul's eyes were fixated on James's torso and arms, so much muscle and so much strength packed on to a 4 year old's body. Finally, after about 20 pullups James dropped gracefully to the ground. He walked up to Paul and flexed his arms, which were now totally pumped and bulging with muscle. He also flexed his lats, which flared out like wings, big slabs of muscle. James didn't say a word. He let his muscles speak for him. "Wow," said Paul. "That was incredible. I can't do any pullups at all and you just did 'em like they were nothin'." James smiled. Paul reached over and ran his fingers over James's flexed arms and lats, marveling at the size and hardness of the flexed muscle. James's black skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, which made the muscle stand out in even bolder relief. The muscle was hard, much harder than any human flesh Paul had ever felt before. Paul just kept feeling James's body with his mouth open. James was grinning with pride the whole time. Finally he said "I got a lot of muscle, don't I." Paul gulped and nodded in total agreement.

Then James dropped to the ground and started doing pushups. Paul counted out loud as his young black friend pumped out the reps. He reached over and felt James's pecs, delts and triceps as the muscles worked. "Wow, those muscles are big and hard," said Paul. James smiled and said, "Yeah, I know. And they're gettin' bigger and harder all the time." James finished 50 easy reps and stood up. He bumped his pecs into Paul's chicken chest and said "Feel 'em, white boy." Paul reached up and felt the round, hard, young, bulging muscle of James's pecs. Even at the young age of four, hard, striations of muscle fibers were bulging in James's flexed chest. The muscle was warm and his skin was covered with light sweat. James had no fat at all on his body. The muscle came right up to his thin black skin. His nipples pointed straight out, forced out by the hard muscle underneath. Paul just kept running his hands over the muscular chest of this strong black slave boy. Then James dropped to the ground again, ready for another set. "Put your hand on my back and make it harder," he said. "Regular pushups are too easy for me." So Paul put his hand on the black, sweaty skin of James's back and pushed down. James did a pushup so easily it was incredible. "Push harder," he ordered. So Paul pushed down as hard as he could and James cranked out 10 pushups, kind of groaning during the last 3 slow reps. When he finished, he leapt to his feet and grinned. "That was great!" he yelled. "That really made my muscles work hard. They really got big and hard." He held his hands against his hot, throbbing pecs. "You're gonna help me get big and strong, white boy. By the time I start lifting weights at 7 years old I'm gonna be way bigger and stronger than all the other slave boys. I just know it I'm already bigger and stronger than them, and I'm gonna get way bigger and stronger. And you're gonna help me do it." James was stoked. After feeling the muscles bulge in his pecs, he reached over and felt Paul's chest. All he could feel was bone, covered with a layer of fat. "Fuck, you ain't got no muscle at all. That ain't normal havin' no muscle at all. All us slave boys got muscle. Its normal for boys to have muscle. I just got more muscle than the other boys my age. But you're really puny. You're a fuckin' wuss. I wanna see how much of a wuss you are. Get down and do some pushups. I wanna see how many you can do."

James literally pushed Paul to the ground. Paul knew it was pointless to argue with this musclekid, so he got into the pushup position. Then he tried to do a pushup. He pressed down on his hands as hard as he could, but he couldn't make his body leave the ground He was too weak to do even one pushup. James looked at him in disbelief. "Come on, Paul," he said. "Just push yourself up. Its easy." Paul tried again, this time straining with all his might. James reached over and felt Paul's little arms and bony shoulders, arms and shoulders that had no muscle at all. Finally Paul gave up and collapsed on the ground. "Geez," he said. "You are so weak. Not even one pushup. And puny too. Just bone and a little flab. I never met anyone before who was so weak and skinny. Hey, roll over and do some situps. Anyone can do situps. Even you, I bet." Paul rolled over and put his hands behind his head. He pulled on his flabby abs and managed to raise his torso off the ground one time. "Way to go!" yelled James. Then Paul lowered his torso and barely managed to do one more situp. Then he collapsed on his back. James laughed. "What a fuckin' wuss," he said. "Two fuckin' situps." He jammed his fingers into Paul's midsection, feeling nothing but soft, flabby flesh. "Boy, you ain't got no muscle there either, do you boy? You're just a total white wimp. Here, watch this."

At that, James laid down on his back and started cranking out situps. He did them so fast he was doing more than one per second. Paul got on his knees and watched James's shredded abs in awe as they powered his muscular torso up and down with ease. The muscles looked like a corrugated washboard, a black washboard of muscle. Living rock that pulsated with power as it flexed. The muscle undulated under James's thin black skin, which was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. After about 60 reps, Paul placed his fingers on James's abs. They felt like solid steel. Warm steel. Paul pushed in on the steel-like muscle fibers, which were pumping away, and he couldn't make the slightest dent in the wall of muscle. James kept on cranking out the situps, looking at Paul and smiling as he saw the weak white boy admire the sheer power and hardness of his ab muscles. Finally after 200 straight reps, James stopped the situps and got on his knees across from Paul. "I can do more than that," he said. "My gut muscles are really strong. A lot stronger than yours, huh, white boy?" James's abs were so pumped and shredded they looked like they had been cut with a knife. He had a perfect 8 - pack, and each row of corrugated muscle stood out in bold relief, dripping with sweat. His oblique muscles slashed in from his hips to his crotch. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, hanging really low, which revealed the bottom of his incredibly muscular abs and his slashing obliques.

James looked down proudly at his rippling abs. He flexed them and the muscles got even more ripped, looking like a corrugated washboard of iron on his 4 year old body. "Punch me in the gut, Paul," he said. "See if you can hurt my gut muscles." Paul looked at James's rippling abs in awe. "Come on white boy, lets see what ya got," taunted James, as he flexed and unflexed the undulating muscle. "I can punch real hard. I can punch through lots of boys' gut muscles 'cause my shoulders and arms are so strong. I win all the fights I get into 'cause I'm stronger than the other boys and my muscles are so hard they can't punch into me. Their punches just bounce off my hard muscles. James flexed his abs and pecs, showing off how hard they were. Paul shivered as he watched the muscles flex into a brick wall of muscle. "Come on, white boy. Let's see what you can do to this little black boy," taunted James again. Paul made his right hand into a fist. This was going to be the first punch in his life. He had never hit another kid before. He had never been in a fight. He was a total wimp. He pulled back his arm and punched James as hard as he could, right in the middle of his shredded abs. "Smaaaaccck!" Paul felt a bolt of pain surge through his hand. It felt like his fist hit a brick wall. A brick wall of muscle. His hand really hurt. James started laughing. "Geez, you're weak. I could hardly feel that. That felt like a little 2 year old girl's punch. My gut muscles didn't even get dented by that little punch. Try it again. And make it harder." Paul looked at his throbbing right hand. He couldn't use that one. So he made his left hand into a first, pulled back his arm as far as he could, and hurled his fist into the flexing abs of the muscular black boy. "Smaaaaaccccccck!!" Another surge of shooting pain went through his hand as it recoiled from the rock-hard wall of muscle. "Ha ha ha ha ha," laughed James. "Looks like my hard black gut muscles are way stronger than your weak white fists. You ain't nothin' compared to me." At that, James stood up over the kneeling Paul and flexed his arms, pecs, lats, abs and legs. Paul looked up in awe at the flexing muscle. He would be in awe of James's muscles for the rest of his life. He could only imagine what damage James could do to his flabby body if the muscleboy had chosen to punch him in the gut the way he had done to James. But James didn't do it. He knew Paul was a little weakling compared to him. He knew if he punched the little weakling with his powerful fist that fist would smash deep into the weakling's soft, flabby gut. But he didn't want to hurt the white boy. He wanted to keep the little weakling as his friend. And Paul sure wanted to stay friends with this incredibly strong and muscular black boy. They were complete opposites but they liked each other.

Paul got up and stood face to face with James as he flexed. James was a little shorter than Paul, but he weighed a lot more and he was all muscle. Paul couldn't help himself and he reached over and ran his little hands all over James's flexing muscles. James didn't seem to mind at all. He liked having his muscles admired by this skinny white boy. Paul felt James's biceps and triceps as they bulged in his flexing arms. He felt those big delts that were strong enough to lift him up off the ground with ease. He felt James's bulging pecs, those hard round muscles bursting out of his chest, pushing his erect nipples proudly forward. He felt James's big lats, the wide slab- like muscles that bulged out on his back like wings and tapered down to his narrow hips. He felt James's hard, shredded abs, muscles that were so strong and hard they felt like solid rock when he tried to punch them. Paul ran his fingers into each bulge and crevice of the black boy's washboard of muscle. Then he leaned over and felt James's big quads and his firm, round muscular butt. Not only was James incredibly strong, he was incredibly fast. He had an enormous quantity of fast-twitch muscles in his body, muscles that made his strong body the body of an incredible athlete. James had a big grin on his face as he watched the white boy go crazy over his muscles.

Suddenly James wrapped his arms around Paul's chest and pushed him to the ground. "Let's wrestle," he said, as he laid on the weakling's body and easily pinned his little stick arms over his head. Paul nodded his head and tried to escape. James laughed at his feeble efforts. Then he relaxed his hold and let Paul squirm free. Paul attacked James and pushed him down. James was grinning as the skinny white boy maneuvered himself on top, grabbed James's arms and pushed them down to the ground in a perfect pin. Paul applied all his weight to those arms, making sure they were really pinned. "Hah," he said. "I got ya, you little black slave. I've got you pinned and there's nothing you can do about it. I'm your master, remember?" James was grinning so much he almost burst out laughing. "Oh, I almost forgot, master. You're just so big and heavy I guess there's nothin' I can do. But I think I'll push up on my arms and see what happens." At that, he started pushing up his arms. Paul was incredulous as he felt his whole body being lifted up by the sheer strength of James's bulging muscles. "Gee, 'master', you're not as heavy as I thought," said James. "You feel like a fuckin' feather." At that, James lifted his arms all the way up with Paul along for the ride. Then he lowered and raised his arms three more times, with Paul pressing down with as much force as he could. "Fuckin' strong!" yelled James as he literally threw Paul off his body, leapt up and then came crashing down on Paul's little chicken chest, smashing all the air out of his lungs. "The winnah," yelled James as he laid on Paul's vanquished body, his big, muscular arms pinning Paul's little stick arms to the ground. Then James sat on Paul's stomach and flexed his arms in triumph. Paul looked up at the bulging muscle in awe. "So who's the master?" yelled James as he squeezed his strong legs into Paul's body and looked at the bulging muscle in his flexed arms. Paul didn't hesitate with his answer. "You are, James. You're the master over me. I'm just a wimp compared to you." James smiled. "You got that right, white boy. And don't you ever forget it." He dropped his muscular body down on Paul again and started wrestling, twisting the weak boy's arms and legs in any direction he wanted. Paul loved it. The boys kept wrestling for another ten minutes. They both really enjoyed the one-sided wrestling match. Master and slave, the roles now completely reversed.

After that first fun time, Paul and James met each other several times a week to play. The "play" consisted of James working out and showing off to Paul how big and strong his muscles were getting. After each workout, the two boys would wrestle. Or more accurately, James would let Paul try to wrestle with him. James would pin Paul, then let Paul pin him and then pin Paul again. The boys enjoyed each other's bodies, Paul just marveling at the muscularity and strength of his young black friend and James always amazed at how weak and squishy his white friend was. At the end of their wrestling matches, James would sit on top of Paul's stomach, squeeze his muscular legs into Paul's ribs, and flex his arms, pecs, lats and abs. Paul would run his hands over the pumped, hard muscles, saying things like "Jesus, James, you've gotten bigger. Your muscles are big and hard. And I could tell you've gotten stronger. You just threw me around like a little toy. James would smile and nod his head. "Yeah," he would say. "You got that right, you weak little wimp. You ain't nothin' next to me." Then he'd drop down on Paul's flabby chicken chest and rub his hard, sweaty pecs all over the white boy's body. Paul would feel the hard muscle ramming into his body and just sigh.

Paul helped James get bigger and stronger. James couldn't start lifting weights until he was seven. He Paul helped him add extra resistance to his exercises. He would hold on to James's hips as the muscular boy did pullups, applying just enough force so he could squeeze out 10 reps. James did six sets of these weighted pullups and after the last set his lats were flaring out like wings, big slabs of pumped, rippling muscle covered with veins. His biceps were also incredibly pumped and shredded, the sinews of muscle looking like steel cords. After the grueling sets of pullups, James would do six sets of weighted pushups, with Paul pushing down on his back as he cranked out rep after rep, powering out 10 reps per set. James got to be so strong doing pushups that after less than a year he could do several reps with Paul laying on his back. Soon after that he was doing 10 full reps. Then 10 full reps for sets. All with an extra body laying on his back. He just got bigger and stronger every week. Paul would lay on his muscular back, feeling his hard, round musclebutt jamming into Paul's crotch. During the sets, Paul would hold onto James's shoulders or his pecs or his arms, feeling the hard muscles bulge and flex as they powered their owner's body and Paul's body up and down with ease. James liked it when Paul felt his muscles working. "Feel those big, black muscles, white boy. Feel how hard and strong they are. They're gonna fuck you up real bad." Paul smiled as he felt his friend's bulging muscles and thought about the wrestling match to come.

After the pushups, Paul jumped on James's back for the squats. James could do squats with Paul on his back from the day they met. His legs got so strong that in addition to having Paul on his back, he held onto a heavy rock. And he still cranked out six sets of 10 reps. At the end of a set, Paul would jump off his back and feel his bulging quads. James's legs had gotten real big and strong, just like the rest of his body. His legs felt like hard tree-trunks. James also did calf raises with Paul and the rock, and his calves bulged with two big heads of muscle. James had more muscle in one of his calves than Paul had in one of his thighs.

Situps were next, with Paul sitting on James's legs and James cranking them out by the hundreds. His abs were incredibly hard and shredded. On time he did 1,000 situps without stopping. After that amazing feat, his abs were so hot, so sweaty, so hard and so shredded that when Paul ran his soft little fingers over the corrugated muscle it felt like he was running his fingers over a wet, hot washboard. A washboard of black boy muscle.

Then came a series of 100 yard sprints, with James running so fast that he let Paul have a 20 yard lead and he still won easily. Paul could only do one sprint. He was exhausted after this. He just sat there and admired James's fast, muscular body as James proceeded to do 9 more sets of sprints. Besides being incredibly strong and fast, James had incredible endurance. At the end of these, James's whole body was totally pumped and covered with sweat. He then tackled Paul and wrestled him to the ground. The wrestling "match" was on, the two friends playing with each other's bodies and at the end James the victor flexing his rippling black muscles for the admiring white boy.

After James started lifting weights at age 7, he and Paul didn't have the workout parts of their playtime. James got an incredible workout with the weights. But they still got together a lot right after James had finished his lifting. They still did the situps together and the sprints. And sometimes they would still do the pullups and pushups. James got so strong that Paul could just hang on his narrow waist and James could do pullups with their two bodies. The weighted pushups were like child's' play for James. Paul would sit on James's shoulders so there was more weight directly over his chest and arms. Even so, James just cranked out the pushups. After all, he was now doing bench presses with heavy iron. And he was adding more weight to those bench presses almost every week. He was by far the biggest, strongest and most muscular or the 7 year old slave boys when they started lifting the weights. All his heavy workouts with Paul had given him incredibly big and incredibly strong muscles for a seven year old. Now when he could lift the weights, his muscles just exploded with even more size and power. He remained the biggest and strongest boy of his age throughout his youth. He was always the Alpha boy slave of his age group.

 

Part 6

As James and Paul grew older, the differences in their bodies got even more pronounced. When James was 8, after one year of weightlifting, and Paul was 10, James participated in his first competition. Of course he won with ease. He outweighed all the other slave boys by 15 to 30 pounds, 15 to 30 pounds of solid muscle. Paul stood by as his dad took James's measurements. Height - 4' 8", weight - 110, flexed arm - 13", chest - 39", thigh - 21", waist - 24". Paul knew James was big and strong, but he was amazed at those statistics. Paul's father was equally amazed. James was by far the biggest and strongest slave boy he had ever bred. Paul thought about his own body. He was only 4'4" tall and weighed 55 pounds. So at age 8, James was already 4 inches taller and 55 pounds heavier than Paul was at age 10. In fact James weighed TWICE as much as Paul. And James was solid muscle. Big, strong muscle. Paul was skin and bones. James was incredibly strong. He won the bench press competition with a 230 pound lift, more than twice what he weighed. He military pressed 150, 25 pounds more than the next strongest boy. He squatted with 275 pounds, two and a half times his bodyweight. His legs had gotten much much bigger and stronger from the days when he was squatting with just Paul's puny weight on his back. And he curled 120 pounds, 10 pounds more than his bodyweight. His biceps were incredibly strong. All of these weights were so much more than Paul could lift it wasn't even funny. Paul was really proud of his muscular, black friend.

After the contest, the two boys snuck out to a field to play. James was already totally nude and Paul stripped off his shirt and pants so he would be nude too. James was still pumped and sweaty from all the athletic competitions. He immediately tackled Paul and the two boys wrestled. James was rough with Paul. He was stoked after winning the contest and being named the alpha 8 year old boy slave. He was going to be the boss of all the other 8 year old boy slaves this year and he was also the boss of Paul. And he let Paul feel the strength of the boss's muscles. He didn't let Paul pin him this time. He just manhandled the skinny white boy with his big black muscles. He pinned Paul's stick arms to the ground and then dropped his muscular chest right on top of Paul's skinny torso. He looked Paul in the eyes and said "How's it feel to be squashed by an 8 year old slave boy? How's it feel to be totally crushed by my big, black muscles?" Paul looked at James's handsome face, thick neck and big, muscular traps that were so close to his face. "Feel's good," he said, as he felt James's hot, sweaty pecs pushing down on his chicken chest. "Feels good, huh?" said James. "I guess I gotta fuck you up real good, white boy. I'm gonna smash your pathetic little white body so hard, you ain't gonna feel so good." James winked. He was going to thrash this little white wimp. But his wasn't going to inflict any lasting damage, even though he could with ease. He was going to show the white boy who was the boss. And Paul knew very well who was the boss.

James stood up. "Stand up, slave," he ordered. Paul stumbled to his feet and faced his master. James's 110 pounds of 8 year old muscle were bulging. Paul couldn't get over how big and muscular he was. His neck was thick and powerful. His traps raised up beside his neck and arched over to his incredibly wide shoulders. Those shoulders were capped with thick delt muscle. The fibers in his delts twitched and flexed with his every motion. Below those wide shoulders his lats flared out, slabs of muscle that looked like wings. They tapered to narrow, athletic hips and a washboard waist. His arms were thick and muscular, the fibers of his upper arms and forearms clearly visible under his thin skin. Veins crisscrossed his forearms and ran up his upper arms. His pecs were round and hard with striations of muscle clearly defined. His dark black nipples pushed out proudly from his chest, pressed out by the bulging muscle underneath. Besides shredded abs, he had fantastic oblique muscles that slashed from his hips down to his crotch. He had a firm, round musclebutt. His legs were big and muscular. Paul could see the veins and fibers in his thighs and calves even though they were relaxed. And that cock! James's uncut cock hung proudly from his crotch. It was big and thick, even though he hadn't yet entered puberty. He was a total stud at 8 years old. Paul looked at his muscular body with a look of complete awe. While Paul was staring at him, James reached over and grabbed Paul in his armpit and in his crotch. With incredible athletic grace and power, he moved his body underneath Paul's and simultaneously pressed the skinny white boy over his head. "Time for some boybell presses," said James, laughing at his joke. He pressed Paul's body up and down 10 times with complete ease. "Fuck, you feel like a little toy," said James. And indeed Paul was a toy to James. He had just pressed 150 pounds of iron to win the pressing contest. Paul's 55 pounds of skinny human flesh was nothing to this black superboy. Paul was his plaything. After the 10 easy reps, James let go of Paul's crotch and just held him by one hand. "Watch this, wimp," he said. He then pressed the little white boy three times with just one arm. Then he jammed his other arm under Paul's armpit and pressed him three times with his other arm. Then he dropped Paul to his feet and looked over at his flexing delts. He liked the way his muscles looked when they were pumped. His delt muscles looked like melons slapped on his shoulders. Shredded melons that were bulging and flexing and pulsating with power. Paul reached over and ran his fingers over James's shredded, pumped delts. The muscle was thick and hot and hard. He could feel the striations of hard fibers. "Omygod," he whispered as he took in the size and power of James's shoulders.

James smiled as he saw his wimpy white friend go nuts over his shoulders. "Hey, boybell," he said. "You ain't done yet." At that, he put his arms around Paul's chest and legs and pulled him off the ground in a curl position. He started curling his boybell up and down. Again the 55 pounds white boy weight was nothing for him, but he still got a good pump going in his biceps. The muscles looked like steel cords under his thin black skin as he extended his arms. Then when he willed those muscles to lift the boybell, they exploded and formed a big ball of muscle as they powered his muscular forearms up. Paul reached over and felt those biceps working. It was absolutely incredible how big and hard they were. They were as big as a softball and as hard as rock. After 10 easy reps, James dropped Paul on the ground and then immediately stood him up. Then he flexed his biceps right in front of Paul's face. "Feel 'em, Paul," he said. "Feel these arms that are so big and strong they can make you do anything I want."" Paul reached over and caressed the shredded biceps and triceps of James's 13 inch arms, arms that were so much bigger and stronger than Paul's little 7 inch sticks that it wasn't even funny. James smiled arrogantly as Paul tried to squeeze the hard muscle, not being able to make even the tiniest dent. James knew he was a stud. He could do anything he wanted to this white boy and there wasn't a fucking thing the white boy could do about it. Not that he would want to.

Then James pushed Paul to the ground and grabbed both of Paul's legs with one arm. He twisted them backwards, up against Paul's back. This was easy and it was fun. James knew that one of his arms was much, much stronger than both of Paul's legs. Paul screamed in pain. James laughed. He watched his bicep bulge as it applied more and more pressure to the weak, white legs. "Fuckin' strong," yelled James. "You're such a wimp, white boy. My big arm just smashes your little legs." Then he let go and wrapped his legs around Paul's chest. He locked his ankles and started squeezing. His big quads bulged as they obeyed the orders of their 8 year old master to flex and squeeze. Paul started gasping for air. His face got red. Even in his pain, he kept his eyes on James's muscular body. "What's the matter, white boy? Are my big black legs too strong for your little white chest. Hey, they're not even tryin' hard yet. These big mothers just squatted with 250 pounds. Your skinny little chest ain't nothin' to my legs. They're fuckin' strong as shit. See how it feels when they really flex." At that, James ordered his legs to squeeze harder. The big muscles in his quads, like young soldiers ready to conquer anything in their way, flexed even more. James watched as the muscles bulged under his thin, black skin. The fibers were clearly defined, looking like steel cords. All the air was immediately forced out of Paul's lungs. He couldn't take even the smallest breath. Saliva started dripping out of his mouth. James watched the muscles in his legs bulge with incredible power. He saw the anguished look on Paul's face as those legs literally crushed the life out of the skinny white boy. "You still feelin' good, wimp?" asked James mockingly. Paul shook his head. His chest was throbbing with pain. He was almost ready to pass out. James smiled. "Good," he said. Then he slowly relaxed his hold and jumped on Paul again, crushing him with his big chest. He held Paul's arms overhead with one arm and then rubbed Paul's face in the armpit of his other arm. Paul was gasping for breath, trying to recover from almost being crushed to death. He breathed in the musky sweat of James's armpit. James's whole body was covered with sweat from the grueling contest and now his manhandling of Paul. Even though he was only 8, he sweated like a true jock. And his sweat smelled like the sweat of a true jock. Paul breathed in the heavy sweat smell of James's armpit. It smelled real good. "Smell that sweat, white boy. You can't make sweat like that, 'cause you're just a white wimp. Wimps can't make muscle jock sweat. Only black studs like me can make sweat that smells like that. Smell that black stud sweat that you can't even dream of making." James rubbed his hot armpit over Paul's nose. Paul's face got drenched in the sweat that was poring out of the black skin. The muscles of James's armpit were as hard as rocks. His arm, his lat, his pec and his delt were bulging to form a big pit. A pit of muscle dripping with jock boy sweat. Paul almost got delirious as he breathed in the smell of this totally superior 8 year old black stud. Then James let go and started twisting Paul's limbs like pretzels again. He liked to totally dominate the little white nerd.

Finally he pinned Paul to the ground and then stood over him like a conquering warrior. Paul looked up and saw James's cock. That cock had been getting bigger and bigger along with his muscles and now was twice the size of Paul's cock. James's cock was sticking out proudly from his buff body, thick and hard. It looked huge. It had gotten aroused during it's owner's domination of the little white boy in the one-sided wrestling match. Paul just looked at that cock and James's rippling body in awe. James looked down at his cock and smiled. "Some day that cock is gonna fuck every fine girl slave on this whole plantation. I'm gonna be the alpha breeding slave and I'm gonna fuck anything I want." Paul just looked up at James's big cock and nodded. He knew James was right. James dropped down on top of Paul and rubbed his hard cock on top of his waist and chest. He thrust his hips up and down in a fucking motion. Paul felt the hard weapon dig into his flabby flesh. "Maybe one day I'll fuck you too," said James. Paul gulped and then grabbed onto James's big shoulders, pulling him closer.

Six years and 130 pounds of muscle later, it was time for James to breed with Susanna. At 6' 3" and 240 pounds of solid muscle, he had just won the 14 year old boy slave competition -none of the other boys came even close - and was now the Alpha boy breeding slave of the whole plantation. And tonight he and Susanna, the Alpha girl slave, were going to fuck to their hearts' content in the special White Room in the plantation house which was reserved for the alpha breeding pair. They could fuck as much as they wanted. And as the Alpha boy slave, James could fuck any girl he wanted any time he wanted. His genetically superior genes would be spread as widely as possible among the slave girls so their offspring would grow up to be even bigger and stronger than this generation. That's the way it had been for seven generations. James and Susanna were the incredibly big and incredibly strong results of all that breeding. And when these two Alpha slaves bred together, their children would be truly gifted. The best of the best. Just like James's mother, Susanna would probably have at least 8 children by James, each one of them a totally superior physical specimen.

Paul was waiting for James and Susanna in the White Room, The room had a big mirror on one wall. Everything was white - the walls, the bed sheets, the candles, the rug on the floor. Beside the large bed there were bottles of scented oil, to make the lucky couple as pleasure-filled as possible. There were several dumbbells on the floor, two 25 pounders, two 50 pounders and two 100 pounders. Just some little toys for the two huge muscle slaves to use to pump up their big muscles to get totally aroused. The ceiling was very high. Plenty of room to do presses with those dumbbells. Paul walked over and tried to lift a 100 pound dumbbell off the floor. He strained hard but he couldn't do it. He big weight was much to heavy for his scrawny 130 pound body. He moved over to a 50 pound dumbbell and barely managed to lift it about a foot high, but he couldn't budge it any higher. Then he attacked the 25 pound dumbbell. Using both hands, he got it up as high as his chest, but he couldn't press it any higher. He was as weak as shit. Paul remembered that James could press the 25 pound weight easily with one arm when he was only 6 years old. Now he could do a military press with 340 pounds. That's how much he pressed today. One hundred pounds more than he weighed and 50 pounds more than any other slave boy. James would be able to press the 100 pound dumbbells with ease.

Suddenly the door opened. James and Susanna walked into the room. They were still completely nude, just like they had been all day. James's cock was already hard, thinking about what he was going to be doing in just a few minutes. Twelve inches of thick, black uncut cock were sticking out from his rippling crotch. His big, lemon-sized balls were hanging low in their sack. Paul had seen James's naked body hundreds of times, but every time he saw him he got a chill down his spine. James was huge. His 240 pounds of muscle was spread in absolutely perfect proportions across his 6'3" frame. Paul could hardly believe that this huge, muscular youth was only 14 years old, two years younger than him. James's face was very handsome, with wide cheekbones, a strong jaw and chin and perfect bright white teeth. His neck was thick with muscle. Big trap muscles bulged between his neck and shoulders. His shoulders were incredibly wide-a foot wider than Paul's--- and the delt muscle that capped those wide shoulders was very thick and striated with twitching fibers. His delts looked like cannonballs. Cannonballs of solid muscle. Hanging from those shoulders were arms that looked like huge hams. James's arms measured 20 inches, the biggest arms ever recorded in plantation history by a slave of any age. Even relaxed at his side, his arms were bristling with muscle. Paul could see the fibers of his biceps and triceps twitching at his every move. His forearms were huge and covered with veins. In the contest, James had curled 250 pounds, an absolutely huge weight. Paul marveled at how this 14 year old boy could curl a weight that 99% of the population couldn't even lift off the ground. Paul looked at the twitching bicep muscles. He could hardly wait to touch those muscles.

James's pecs bulged out from his chest. His pecs were at least four inches thick-four inches of solid muscle in each of those pecs. The depth of the cleavage between the two monstrous muscles was incredible. His big, black nipples pointed down at a 45 degree angle, forced out and down by the bulging muscle underneath. James had just done a bench press with the biggest weight ever recorded at the plantation, 525 pounds. James's chest measured 58 inches when he expanded and flexed his huge pecs and lats. Paul's chest only measured 34 inches, all skin and bones. James's huge chest was two feet bigger---24 inches---and it was solid muscle.. Paul looked at James's huge pecs and gulped. James had more muscle in one of his pecs than Paul had in his whole body.

Then Paul looked at James's lats. They looked like huge slabs of meat, flaring out to the side like wings, thick wings of solid muscle. Paul could see veins crisscrossing James's huge lats. He knew how strong those lats were. He could hang on James's shredded waist and James would pump out 50 pullups easy. Those big lats were really strong. Then Paul looked at James's abs. He was always amazed at James's abs. James never had a gram of fat on his body, even when he was 4 years old. His 8 pack was truly amazing. His waist measured a shredded 29 inches, a full 29 inches less than his chest. His huge, muscular chest was twice as big as his small, athletic, rippling waist. Even though he had packed 240 pounds of pure muscle on his 14 year old body, his waist had stayed slim and shredded, just like many of the other 14 year old slave boys who weighed 40 pounds less than James. James's waist was actually 3 inches smaller than Paul's. But James's waist was all shredded muscle and Paul's was all fatty flab. James's abs looked like they were carved with a knife, bulges of rock-solid ab muscle with deep crevices in between. His shredded obliques flared down from his narrow hips to his crotch, actually pointing at his huge 12 inch cock. James turned sideways for a moment and Paul marveled at his muscular lower back and round musclebutt. Paul had felt that musclebutt many times. He knew how hard and strong those glute muscles were. And the two slabs of muscle in James's lower back were like to pillars of iron. Thick, solid iron. James's entire back was thick with muscle, from his traps to his lats to his lower back, his back just writhed with muscle.

Paul then looked at James's legs. Legs that were so strong they had just squatted with 600 pounds. His quads were huge slabs of muscle, hanging like slabs of meat until their young master flexed them. Then they exploded into thick shreds of fibrous muscle, with fibers and veins everywhere. James's thighs measured 28 inches around, just one inch less than his washboard waist. They were huge. And they were incredibly strong. Paul's little chest and waist had been crushed by those big legs many, many times. He personally knew the awesome power of James's huge, muscular legs. Those huge tree trunks were attached to massive calves that bulged with shredded muscle. The two heads of shredded calf muscle were clearly visible, with fibers and veins pushing out into his thin, black skin. James was a total stud. And he knew it.

Then Paul looked over at Susanna. Wow, what a muscular specimen she was! At 14 years old, she was fully mature. She stood 5' 10" tall, two inches taller than Paul, and weighed 160 pounds, 30 pounds more than Paul. And she was solid muscle. Her broad shoulders were capped with thick delt muscle, much thicker and much stronger than Paul's delts could ever hope to be. Shit, she could press 180 pounds, six times more than Paul. She was bred to be big and strong just like James. Her arms were big and muscular. Paul knew her upper arms measured 15-1/2 inches, four and one-half inches more than his little 11 inch sticks. Big biceps and triceps bulged in those arms. And her arms were strong. She could curl 140 pounds and when she curled the heavy weight, her biceps bulged into huge balls of shredded muscle. She had thick, wide lats and solid pecs that were covered by large, sexy breasts. Her breasts blossomed from her chest fully erect, with not the slightest hint of sagging, and her big nipples pointed straight out. She had a small waist with shredded, six pack ab muscles, totally muscular with absolutely no fat between those hard muscles and her thin black skin. Her hips were moderately wide, not really wide but just right for child bearing. Her ass was round and muscular. Her legs were solid muscle, built big and strong from weightlifting and sprinting. Besides being the strongest 14 year old girl, she had won all the sprint races. She was a girl stud. And now she was going to get fucked by the biggest boy stud on the plantation and she was going to have children who would be even bigger and stronger than they were. She and James were going to perpetuate the breeding of ever bigger and stronger slaves.

Paul stared in awe at the two incredibly muscular black youths. He was mesmerized by their physical superiority and beauty. Suddenly James broke his spell when he said in a loud voice, "Strip off your clothes, slave." Susanna looked at James in shock. "James!" she exclaimed. "How dare you talk to Master Paul like that. He's your master." James looked at Susanna and laughed. "Master Paul? Master Paul? Fuck, he ain't my master. He's my slave. I been his master since I was 4 years old. He been takin' orders from these big muscles since he was a little kid. He knows who's the boss. Ain't that right, white boy. You're just my fuckin' slave!" James walked up to Paul and pushed the little white wimp's face into his giant pecs. Susanna stared in disbelief. "You like these big muscles, don't you slave boy. I own you, don't I slave boy." Paul nodded his head, his face still buried in the cleavage between James's huge pecs. "Yes, master," said Paul. "You are so big and so muscular and so strong. You are like a God. I am nothing compared to you. Your big muscles just play with my puny little body like it's a toy. I am helpless to resist your will. I am your total slave." Paul dropped to his knees and looked up at his huge 14 year old master. He grabbed on to James's huge calves and felt the bulging muscle. James looked down and smiled. Susanna's mouth was wide open in shock. Slowly Paul moved his little hands up James's legs and felt the massive hardness of his thighs. Those monsters were like thick tree trunks, as hard as granite. Then he raised his hands further up and started to touch James's totally erect, beer-can thick, 12 inch cock. Before he could touch the huge cock, James grabbed him in his armpits and jerked him off the floor onto his feet. "Not so fast, white boy," said James. "You'll get lots of that cock later. Maybe more than you can handle. Now strip off those clothes like a good little slave." Paul quickly took off his shirt and pants. His stiff cock was still stuck under his tight underwear, where it had been imprisoned all day. James reached down with his two hands and literally tore the underwear into two pieces, ripping it off Paul's body with one powerful motion. Paul's little 5 inch cock sprang up at full attention, pointing up to the ceiling. "Well, I guess you like what you see, don't you, slave boy," said James in the understatement of the year.

Paul immediately wrapped his arms around James's huge 58 inch chest. He had been waiting all day for this moment. He could hardly get his arms around James's massive torso. James flexed his pecs and lats, letting Paul take in the enormity of the rock hard muscle. Paul's hands tore loose from each other as James's muscle exploded, expanding so big his arms could no longer wrap around the huge mass. Paul buried his face in James's pecs again, feeling the warm hardness of the huge muscles with his tender cheeks. Suddenly James turned and faced the big mirror in the room. James had never seen a mirror that big before. All they had out in the slave quarters were little face mirrors. He had never seen his whole body in a mirror. "Wow, look at that," he said. "Look at how big my body is compared to yours, white boy. You're such a little wimp next to me. Look how big my muscles are compared to yours. You ain't nothin' compared to me. Of course you knew that even without lookin' in the mirror, didn't you white boy." Paul looked at their two images in the mirror. It was incredible. Paul looked like a skinny little midget next to the overwhelming size and muscularity of James. He nodded his head while staring at the stark contrast between James's absolute size, strength and muscularity and his own absolute puniness, weakness and scrawn. Susanna came over and stood next to Paul on the other side. "Jesus white boy. Even Susanna's got way more muscle than you got. You ain't nothin' even compared to a girl. Flex your arms, Susanna. Show this little wimp what you got." At that, Susanna flexed her 15-1/2 inch biceps in the mirror. Big balls of striated muscle bulged in her arms, with big tricep muscles bulging on the bottoms and back of those big arms. Her delts and lats bulged with incredible size and muscularity Paul stared at the big muscles in the mirror and then flexed his puny 11 inch biceps. His arms looked like straws. "Feel my muscle, stick boy," said Susanna. She was getting into it. Paul reached over and wrapped his fingers around the bulging muscle in Susanna's right arm. He squeezed as hard as he could but couldn't make the slightest dent in the rock-hard muscle, muscle that was so strong it could curl 140 pounds, five times what Paul could curl. "Geez," said Paul. "You've got really big and really hard muscles for a girl." Susanna looked at him with a look of superior contempt. "Yeah, I do, don't I., stick boy." And my girl muscles are fuckin' strong too." She reached over and wrapped her fingers around Paul's upper arm. "Flex!" she ordered. Paul flexed. Only the slightest little bump of bicep muscle appeared. Susanna squeezed her fingers. Her forearms were big, much bigger than Paul's upper arms, and striated with muscle. When she squeezed, that muscle contracted into a big mass, covered with veins. Her strong fingers easily dug right into Paul's little bicep. "Jesus, wimp, your muscle's as soft as butter," she said. "It ain't nothin' to my strong fingers." She squeezed harder and dug her fingers all the way down to Paul's bone. Paul cried out in pain. "Oh, are this little girl's strong fingers hurting the little white boy?" Susanna asked mockingly. "Tough shit, slave boy," she said as she wiggled her fingers back and forth, causing spasms of pain to shoot through Paul's little arm.

Finally James reached over with his big hand and jerked Susanna's hand away from Paul's arm. "That's enough, girl," he said. "We're so strong we could fuck up this little wimp real bad any time we wanted to. But I don't wanna hurt him too bad. He's my friend, even though he is a little wimp and actually likes getting' fucked up by my big muscles." James flexed his own 20 inch upper arm right in Paul's face. Paul reached up and wrapped his two little hands around the huge, bulging muscles. "You like getting fucked up by my big muscles, don't you white boy.' Paul nodded his head in agreement. James continued. "But you know I'm not gonna hurt you too bad, 'cause we been doin' this since I was 4 years old and we been friends that whole time. Ain't that right, white boy." Paul nodded again. James wrapped his huge arm around Paul's neck and gently flexed his melon-sized bicep. The rock hard muscle busted its way into Paul's neck, crushing his windpipe. Paul started gagging and gasping for air. "That don't hurt much, do it?" said James, knowing Paul couldn't answer. "My big muscle's not even flexed all the way. It's just playin' wit' you. Now I bet this will hurt." Instantly, James flexed his huge bicep real hard. The giant muscle exploded into an enormous rock-hard peak, smashing itself right through Paul's little neck like there was nothing there. Paul got a look of abject pain on his face as he felt the giant muscle smashing his neck like a piece of fruit. He absolutely couldn't breathe. His face turned beet red and spit started gurgling out of his mouth. James looked down at his huge bicep and Paul's scrawny neck and smiled. "Yeah, I think that hurts," he said. "Your little neck ain't nothin' to my big arm muscle." He flexed and unflexed a couple of times, watching the huge bicep smash into Paul's scrawny neck each time and listening to the cracking sound of Paul's windpipe each time his rock-hard bicep smashed through it. His cock twitched as he watched his huge muscles smash his little slave. Finally he let go of his hold and Paul staggered to his feet, gasping for air. "We do that all the time," said James. "Paul likes getting' crushed by my big arm muscle. It really turns him on. Look at his little cock. He's ready to shoot any second." James reached down and squeezed Paul's stiff little cock real hard. "But I'm not gonna let him shoot right now. I'm gonna make him wait. I'm the master and he does what I want."

 

Part 7

James looked around the room. "Hey, they got some fuckin' weights in here," he said. "Susanna, let's you and me get a good pump. We'll get funkin' horny as hell watchin' our big muscles pump up, and then I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you and Paul. Little Paul here can watch us lift and fuck. He can feel our muscles pump up. He can watch my big cock ramming in and out of your cunt. He'll shoot the biggest load in his whole life." James winked at Paul. He knew Paul was in total heaven. James walked over and picked up the two 100 pound dumbbells. Susanna picked up the two 50 pounders. Paul thought he'd try to join in the pumping, at least for a few reps. He picked up the two 25 pounders, but he could hardly barely them off the floor, let alone lift over his head. It was obvious they were way too heavy for him. "Geez, what a wimp," said Susanna as she watched the weakling struggle with the little weights. "Watch this, wimp," she said. She easily jerked the 50 pounders up to her shoulders and then pressed them up and down. "You go girl," yelled James as he watched his muscular breeding mate conquer the weights with ease. He stroked his big, stiff cock as he watched Susanna's sexy, muscular body press the heavy dumbbells up and down. Paul stood beside her and put his fingers on her shoulders. He felt those big muscles bulge as they worked and he watched them in the mirror. His body looked so small and insignificant compared to hers. When she finished 15 reps, she dropped the dumbbells on the floor and flexed. Her whole upper body was radiant, pumped and beautiful. "Great pump," said James. "You look great." He came over and ran his own big hands over her shoulders and arms. He felt her firm breasts and her flaring lats and her muscular butt. He stroked his cock some more. The huge 12 inch weapon stood straight up He was obviously very turned on by this big, muscular black girl. Then he started pressing the 100 pound dumbbells. Susanna stood on one side of him and Paul stood on the other side. Both of them started feeling James's huge muscles as he pressed the weights up and down with ease. They watched his huge body in the mirror. They were both much smaller than James, but Paul looked like a little stick boy midget next to James's huge, muscular body. James's delts felt like cannonballs, shredded with hard muscle James cranked out 20 easy reps. The 100 pound dumbbells were nothing for him. He could have pressed 200 pounders too.

After James finished his set, he dropped the dumbbells on the floor. Paul rushed up and attacked his body. The little wimp ran his hands all over James's huge body and cock. He used his mouth and tongue too, licking the hard, rippling muscles and sucking on James's erect nipples, his huge cock and his big balls. James's cock got even harder and bigger. He loved being worshipped by his little white slave. He always got tremendously turned on by Paul's worship of his body and cock. "You are a fucking God, master," said Paul as he ran his little fingers up and down James's delts, arms, lats, pecs and abs. He also felt the size and hardness of James's cock and the incredible muscularity of his sexy ass. James smiled. "Yeah, feel my big muscles and my huge cock, white boy, you puny little runt. I'm gonna fuck both Susanna and you real good. This big body's a big, hard, fucking machine and it's gonna fuck both of you real good." Susanna looked at James's huge, rippling muscles and his thick, 12 inch cock and started rubbing her cunt.

James reached down and picked up the 100 pound dumbbells and started doing curls. His 20 inch biceps bulged like striated, vein covered bowling balls in his arms as he cranked the incredibly heavy weights up and down with ease. Taking her cue from her buffed-out mate, Susanna picked up the 50 pounders and started curling them. Her shredded biceps bulged in her arms too, big round balls of muscle. Paul put one hand on James's bicep and the other hand on Susanna's bicep as the huge muscles of the black slave Alpha mating pair handled the heavy weights like toys. Male 14 year old muscle stud and female 14 year old muscle stud, side by side, both boy and girl incredibly, big, strong and muscular. Little Paul looked at the images in the mirror. Huge, shredded muscularity next to his weak puniness. After James had cranked out 15 reps, he dropped the weights and flexed his huge arms in the mirror. Paul stood in front of him and flexed his arms as well. Paul's little arms looked like strawss next to James's huge, bulging, cannonballs of muscle. Susanna dropped her weights and flexed her arms. Her arms were way bigger than Paul's, big and bulging and incredibly strong. A super girl ready to mate with her super boy.

As James and Susanna flexed in the mirror, getting more and more aroused by looking at their incredible muscles, Paul ran over to the side of the bed and grabbed the bottle of scented oil. He poured some of the oil over James's arms, traps and shoulders. He started rubbing his hands over James's muscles, spreading the oil all over his huge, hard shoulders, neck, traps and arms. Paul could feel the striations of rock-hard muscle in James's shoulders. The oil helped Paul's fingers slide very closely over James's paper-thin skin and the shredded, bulging muscle was throbbing like living rock less than a millimeter under that muscle. It was almost like Paul's dainty little fingers were rubbing on the muscle itself. He could feel the individual fibers flex and twitch at the command of their 14 year old master. James looked over at his huge shoulders proudly. He smiled as he watched his puny little friend apply the oil to the incredible mass of his delts and feel their enormous size and hardness. The oil had a slightly musky smell, a very erotic smell. After all, it was sex oil. It was supposed to smell erotic. Both Paul and James were getting more and more turned on. Paul put large quantities of oil on his hands and rubbed his hands across James's huge chest and his shredded abs, rubbing his oily hands over the rock-hard muscles that were now glistening like a black marble statue. He continued rubbing oil across James's wide back, feeling the hard ridges of his lower back and the huge slabs of muscle forming his flaring lats. He moved down to his muscle butt, rubbing the oil all over the round, hard muscle and barely managing to slip his fingers a fraction of an inch inside James's tight, muscular crack. He poured oil all over James's huge legs. He needed lots of oil to cover the vast expanse of skin covering the huge mass of muscle in James's thighs. James's 21 inch calves bulged with incredible, shredded hardness as Paul felt each fiber of muscle pulsate under paper-thin skin. Paul even rubbed the oil on James's big, tough feet. Feet that were rough and callused on the bottom from thousands of hours of hard running and sports without any shoes on. Paul loved James's big, tough feet. They were the feet of a real jock athlete. Finally, Paul moved his hands up to James's huge, thick, rock-hard cock and his giant lemon-sized balls. He poured lots of oil all over the cock and balls and then rubbed his hands all over the enormous genitals, genitals that were bred through seven generations to be big and powerful and virile. James's cock twitched in anticipation of incredibly hot sex. Susanna was rubbing her cunt with her fingers as she watched James's oiled and pumped body. She wanted this big, hot, muscular boy. She wanted his huge, hard cock in her cunt. She was almost panting with lust as she watched James's huge muscles move and flex as the oil was applied by his little white slave.

Both of the black slaves' muscles were totally pumped and they were totally aroused.. James's cock was rock hard and throbbing. Susanna's cunt was hot and dripping. Paul's little 5 inch cock was ramrod straight. James's huge, muscular body was covered with oil. He looked like a young God. James grabbed Susanna and threw her on the bed. He jumped on top of her, completely covering her with his massive body. Susanna could feel the warmth and hardness of James's pumped muscles and she could feel and smell the oil. His hot body felt so good on top of her. He was a total stud. "Time to get fucked, girl," he said with lust in his voice. Susanna looked at James's rippling muscles and handsome face and started groaning with desire. Without a moment's hesitation, James rammed his huge, rock- hard, oiled cock into Susanna's wet cunt. He rammed it all the way in on the first thrust. His overpowering muscular aggression and sexual superiority, bred into him through seven generations, took over. Susanna gasped as she felt the enormity of James's thick cock ram into her body. But she was bred to be a muscular, sexual animal too. The feeling of James's huge cock inside her cunt and his huge, muscular body on top of her turned her on even more, fueling a sexual frenzy within her. She grabbed on to his huge shoulders and started undulating her hips, inviting each gigantic thrust of James's cock and muscular body. James fucked her unmercifully. He felt like a fuckin' king, which he was.

Paul was incredibly turned on watching James fuck Susanna like a wild animal. Almost like an animal himself, he threw himself on James's oily back. He grabbed on to James's huge arms to keep his balance. James smiled as he felt his little friend's body on his back. Paul's 130 pounds was insignificant to James. In fact it felt kind of good to have his little white slave getting off on his back while he was fucking the shit out of Susanna. He knew he was a total stud. Paul's little cock, as hard as a steel pipe, rubbed against the top of his ass and the huge ribs of rock-hard muscle in James's lower back. Paul felt like he was on a bucking bronco. He could feel James's rock-hard, round, solid muscle ass as it powered his cock in and out of Susanna's cunt. James fucked Susanna wildly, thrust after thrust. Paul could feel James's muscles flexing with each thrust. His butt was incredibly round and hard and with each flex it bulged with flexing muscle as it forced his huge cock deep inside Susanna's cunt. His arms were bulging also, pushing up to support James's weight and Paul's weight, and moving up and down with athletic power and grace with each thrust. Paul had been aroused by James's muscles many, many times, but he had never been this aroused before. He was in muscle heaven.

James groaned with pleasure as he felt Susanna's cunt gripping his cock with its own strong muscles and swallowing it with warm sensations of sexual ecstasy. He also felt Paul's little cock rubbing on his butt and back. That turned him on too. He increased the speed of his powerful thrusts, pushing his cock in and out of her cunt with incredible intensity, powering the huge weapon with the incredible power of his giant muscles. Her cunt was very tight, but nothing could stop the power of James's body as it forced his steel- hard cock in and out.

Paul felt James's shoulders and arms as he fucked his breeding slave mate. Each muscle bulged as he thrust his narrow hips in and out of her hot cunt. His firm, round muscle butt flexed each time he made a new thrust. The striations of muscle in that butt bulged with power, pushing out under his paper thin skin. His black skin was wet with sweat. His shoulders, back and arms bulged with shredded muscle as he forced his big cock in and out of her hot, wet cunt. Paul was fucking the top of James's butt and his lower back with his own little cock as he felt and watched James's huge body fucking his girl with wild abandon. Paul had never been so sexually aroused in his whole life. Then James's thrusts became even faster and harder. He started grunting real loud. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he yelled as his cock exploded with cum. He kept groaning and thrusting, spurting burst after burst of genetically superior jism deep inside the hot genetically superior cunt of the muscular girl below him. Susanna was groaning with pleasure, cumming with extreme ecstasy as she felt pulse after pulse of jism shooting out of James's huge cock Simultaneously, Paul's little cock exploded too, shooting cum onto James's muscular back. Paul's cock shot four little loads of cum onto James's hot, oily muscles. That was nothing compared to the 15 gigantic loads of cum that James's huge cock and balls injected deep into Susanna's hot body. James huge genitals produced so much cum that the thick white jism actually oozed out of Susanna's cunt because there was so much of it. Millions of big, strong, fast sperm were racing towards Susanna's egg. The biggest, strongest and fastest sperm would win the race, impregnating the egg and producing an incredibly big and incredibly muscular and incredibly strong boy. All three teens experienced total sexual ecstasy. For all of them, it was the best they had ever had.

Paul kept hold of James's arms. He wallowed around in James's oil and sweat and his own cum, feeling the incredible size and hardness of James's hot, pumped muscles as his cock slowly shrank in size. James's cock was still deep inside Susanna. It was still hard. James's cock didn't shrink. It stayed big and hard. James rolled his hips around, pushing his hard cock around inside Susanna's cunt and letting Paul feel the power of his muscles as the little white boy straddled his huge body. Susanna groaned with more pleasure. She came again and again, just from having James's hard cock rubbing inside her cunt and feeling his huge shoulders and arms with her hands.

After several minutes of this total sexual bliss, James pulled his cock out of Susanna's cunt, rolled over on top of Paul, and said "OK, white boy, your turn. This big cock's just getting' warmed up. It's gonna fuck the shit out of your little white ass." Paul looked up at James's huge, rippling muscles and at his thick, 12 inch, rock-hard cock. He gulped as he took in the enormity of what he was seeing. "You ain't got no choice, white boy. I can do whatever I want to you, 'cause I'm a big, strong, muscular stud and you're a puny, weak, flabby wimp. It's always been that way and always will be. I'm the master and you're the slave. You're such a puny wimp there ain't nothin' you can do against my big, strong muscles. And you know it, don't you wimp. My muscles could just rip you apart if I wanted to. Now I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you. You're gonna take this big cock up your little ass whether you like it or not. 'Cause us big, strong muscle boys don't give a shit how you little wimps feel about what we do to you. We can do what we want, 'cause we're big and strong and you're little and weak." It was obvious that James was getting turned on by all this talk of dominance and muscle superiority. And Paul was getting turned on too. His little cock was actually getting harder, as he listed to James boast about his dominance. Paul looked up at the huge, muscular body and handsome face of this cocky black boy and said "Yes, master, please fuck me. Fuck me real hard. I want to feel your huge, hard body and cock smashing into my pathetic little body." James smiled and poured some oil on his throbbing cock. Then he spun Paul over on his stomach and poured oil into his little white ass crack. Then he turned the little wimp over again and straddled him, with his huge legs squeezing in on Paul's waist, easily crushing the flabby flesh. Paul reached up and started rubbing his fingers over James's bulging, rock-hard pecs and his shredded washboard abs. Even though he had felt James's muscles thousands of times, he could never get over their incredible size and hardness. The immense difference in width and size between his huge shoulders and chest and his narrow, athletic hips and waist was truly amazing. Paul ran his hands all over James's hot, oily body. James smiled arrogantly as his little slave worshipped him. His cock got incredibly big and hard. Paul wrapped his hands around the monstrous weapon. Even with his two hands wrapped around the thick beer-can sized shaft, there was still plenty of hard cock exposed at both ends. James's cock was absolutely enormous. Paul lifted his knees in the air, exposing his tender white ass to his young black master. James grabbed Paul's hands and ripped them off his dick. He grabbed the huge weapon with his right hand and guided it into the waiting opening of Paul's upturned ass. Then after he had pushed in about a half inch he let go, straddled Paul's little body with his hands on each side, and rammed his huge cock right up Paul's little ass with one incredibly powerful thrust. Paul squealed in pain amd pleasure as the huge, rock-hard instrument smashed though his anus muscles and penetrated deep inside his organs. Paul's anus muscles were nothing to James's cock. Just like the rest of Paul's muscles, James's huge body just played with them like toys. His cock tore through Paul's tight little anus like it was child's play . Paul gasped with pleasure and pain as he felt James's huge, rock-hard cock deep inside his body. Then James started thrusting his cock in and out of Paul's little ass, fucking him relentlessly. His muscles seemed to have unlimited endurance as he smashed his cock in and out, in and out, of the little wimp's ass.

Susanna was getting totally turned on by watching her huge, muscular mate fuck the little white wimp with total abandon. She rubbed her fingers on her cunt and yelled out, "Yeah, you big stud, fuck the shit out of that little white boy. Show him who's the fuckin' muscle stud around here. Show him who's the master. Fuck his brains out!" James smiled arrogantly and fucked even harder. By now, Paul was groaning with pure pleasure. He reached up and felt James's huge, muscular arms as they pumped up and down in rhythm with his big body as it fucked and fucked and fucked. He loved having his master's huge cock inside his little ass. He was totally turned on. His little cock was now rock hard as the huge, black muscle styd fucked him like an animal. Paul had been fucked by James many times before and he just couldn't get enough of those huge, rock-hard muscles and that enormous foot-long dick. He loved grabbing on to James's hot, pumped muscles and feeling that gigantic cock ram itself into his little white ass. He loved being absolutely dominated by this huge black boy slave, this boy who was everything he was not---big, strong, muscular, aggressive, dominant and incredibly virile.

"Fuck him, stud," yelled Susanna as James pumped his huge cock in and out of Paul's little ass. By this time, James was totally hot and sweaty. His big black body, covered with oil and sweat was dripping all over Paul's white skin. Paul could smell the musky oil and James's jock-boy sweat as his muscles worked and his skin heated up. Paul moved his hands all over James's buffed out muscles, feeling their incredible size and hardness. James lowered his chest and held up his body with just one arm. He rubbed his other armpit into Paul's nose, letting the little weakling smell the pungent sweat being produced by his hot, muscular body. "Smell that sweat, wimp," said James. "Smell the sweat I'm makin' with my big body while my rock-hard muscles pound the shit out of your little piece of flab. You like the smell of my sweat, don't you, white boy? You like it when my muscles get all big and pumped and sweaty. Well, now they're gonna fuck you like you never been fucked before." At that James smashed his huge chest onto Paul's little chicken chest and rammed his cock even deeper into the little wimp's ass. Paul grabbed onto James's shoulders and pulled him as tight as he could into his body, reveling in the feeling of those huge, pumped, rock-hard black boy muscles crushing his little body. James started thrusting his dick in and out of Paul's little ass like a wild man. He was in a sexual frenzy. He smashed his hips against Paul with each huge thrust and he banged his giant, rock-hard chest into Paul's flat little chest. Paul was being pulverized by the huge muscle stud but he was in heaven. Finally James yelled "Fuck yeah, yeah, yeah!" and his massive cock exploded inside Paul's ass. He kept pumping and thrusting, almost suffocating Paul with the huge weight and mass of his body as he pumped his big cock in and out, shooting spurt after spurt of cum inside the little white boy's ass. All the while, Paul was holding James as tight as he could, feeling totally overwhelmed and dominated by the massive body and cock of his lover. Gobs of white cum started oozing out of Paul's little ass as the incredible amount of jism being produced by James's huge, lemon-sized balls blasted out of his huge cock again and again.

Suddenly James pulled his still rock-hard cock out of Paul's ass and sat up on the little wimp's legs. His foot long cock extended over Paul's crotch and stomach, like a conquering weapon. The big, hot cock was still cumming. James's incredible orgasm seemed to never end. More spurts of pure white cum blasted out of that gigantic cock, landing on Paul's chest and face. Paul gasped as he took in the incredible sexual ecstascy of what he was seeing and feeling. James's big, buff body was totally pumped and dripping with sweat, from his huge, cannonball delts, to his rippling ham-like guns, to his wide, flaring lats, to his bulging, striated pecs, to his shredded, corrugated washboard abs. His cock was huge and hard and dripping with cum. Paul looked up at James with a look of sheer lust. He was panting. Paul's little cock was rock-hard too. James smiled, leaned over and flexed his 20 inch arm right in front of Paul's face. Paul reached up with one hand and felt the huge, rock-hard, bulging muscle, the incredibly big, incredibly strong and incredibly hard muscle of his 14 year old muscle god. Then he reached down to his own cock with his other hand as James flexed and unflexed his huge upper arm in Paul's hand. As soon as Paul touched his cock, it exploded with spurt after spurt of joyous cum. He had the most fantastic orgasm of his life. James smiled as he saw his little white boy slave get off. When Paul was done cumming, James dropped down on top of him and totally enveloped the little wimp with his huge, muscular, rock-hard black body. This master knew how to treat his slave right.

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