O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

The Muscle Club

by John D.

Part 1

It was the first day of high school and the students were filing into the school yard. For the Freshmen, the ninth graders, high school was going to be a whole new experience for them. These 14 year old adolescents looked around the yard, not knowing what to expect. Two of these 14 year olds were Justin and Deon. They had been friends all through grade school and middle school and now they wanted to stick together in their new school. Justin was blond and blue eyed, with long straight almost-white hair. He was very good looking, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw. Deon was black, with skin that was very dark. He had short black, curly hair and black eyes. His face was rounder than Justin's, with big lips and a wide nose. They were both the same height at 5 feet 9 inches tall and they both weighed the same - 115 pounds. Yeah, they were skinny 9th graders, not knowing what to expect from high school.

Standing in the school yard were Mike and Tony. They were 10th graders, one year older than Justin and Deon. They knew the high school very well. They were bullies, and they were waiting for the 9th graders to arrive. For many years, Mike and Tony had tormented kids who were smaller or younger than them. They got a real charge out of pounding kids with their fists and twisting their arms so hard they would cry out in pain. They took lunch money whenever they wanted to. Yeah, they were the kids in charge. They never joined any sports teams. They were always just naturally bigger and stronger than almost all kids in their class and certainly much bigger and stronger than kids who were younger than them. And the Freshmen, the 9th graders, were good pickings for their aggressive adolescent bodies.

What they enjoyed doing the most was playing video games, very violent video games where they could thrash their opponents by ripping off their arms, breaking their bones and smashing their bodies. Then after getting all juiced up from playing a violent game, they would pick out a couple of kids and pound the poor victims with the fury of their 15 year old bodies, sometimes using the same moves they used in the video games. Yeah, they were tough dudes, smashing their video opponents and smashing the other kids in school. They were five feet ten inches tall and weighed about 160 pounds. They weren't ripped or anything - they had never lifted weights at all - and there was a big layer of fat under their skin, but they had some natural muscle which they used to terrorize other kids.

Their eyes got big when they saw Justin and Deon in the school yard. Tony looked at Mike and said "Shit, look over there. It's the fucking Snake-Eyes. We used to pound the shit out of those puny punks. We've been pounding on them since first grade. They're just as skinny as they were last year. Now we can fuck `em even more. And we got some great moves to try on `em from our video games." Mike and Tony called Justin and Deon the Snake-Eyes, because the two boys were black and white, just like the snake-eyes on dice. Deon was totally black and Justin was totally white. And they were skinny 9th graders all right, ready to take whatever the 10th grade bullies wanted to give them.

"Let's pop off their heads, just like we did last night in the game," said Mike. "We don't got 25 inch arms like the Thugs, but we can fuck `em up real bad with the arms we got." He curled up his forearm and showed Tony the bicep bulging slightly under his tee shirt. Last night they had played "Thugs Rule the City," where the two of them were huge, muscular street thugs who went around maiming and killing anyone who got in their way. One of their moves was putting their huge 25 inch arms under the chin of a victim and then flexing their giant biceps. The enormous force of their rock hard biceps literally popped the vertebrae in the necks of their victims. Their huge biceps would literally split the necks apart. Their victim's heads would then roll around as incredible pain shot through their bodies. Then the Thugs pulled their heads off their necks and threw them against the sides of buildings where they splattered in blood. That was one of the funnest parts of Thugs Rule the City.

Justin and Deon were talking to another 9th grader, a really short, weak little kid named Donnie. Donnie was only 5' 4" tall and barely weighed 85 pounds. He was the nerd of all nerds. Justin and Deon never thought of themselves as nerds. They were normal kids who just happened to be skinny. Donnie knew he was a nerd.

Mike and Tony walked over to the three boys. "Oh shit," said Justin under his breath as he saw them coming. "Well look who's in high school. The fucking little punk Snake-eyes and their puny friend." Mike looked Donnie in the eyes, pulled back his arm and smashed his fist into Donnie's soft gut. Donnie buckled over in abject pain. "Get the fuck outta here, wimp," yelled Mike. Donnie hesitated, rubbing his sore abs with his hand. "Move outta here, you little shit or I'll smash you again even harder." Mike made a fist and rubbed it against Donnie's chest. "You wanna feel this fist again? I could smash your chest so hard you'd be in total pain for a week." Donnie's face exploded in fear and he staggered away, looking at the big bullies with utter fear and contempt in his eyes.

"Okay, now it's just the four of us," said Tony as he looked Justin in the eyes. "Just like middle school. And grade school. Just like good old times. Now, give us your lunch money, you little punks. We're extra hungry today." Justin looked at the two bullies, who each outweighed him and Deon by 45 pounds. "No fucking way," he said. "We're in high school now. You can't take our lunch money. We need it to eat." Tony laughed. "Oh God, I feel so bad. These two little skinny boys aren't gonna be able to eat today. Fuck, look at you. You're so skinny you don't need to eat. You're just skin and bones. We're the ones who need to eat. We got muscle and we need to eat. We're gonna have a double lunch today. Guys with muscle need to eat real good. You don't need shit." He smiled at Mike. Deon was getting real mad. "Fuck off, asshole. You ain't getting nothin' from us." Mike curled up his arm. looking at his bicep. "Oh is that right? Maybe you wanna change your mind. Last night we played Thugs Rule the City. We're the Thugs, of course. We go around bashing people, killing `em, destroying their pathetic little bodies. We got 25 inch arms and 70 inch chests. We're huge and we just rule. We destroy anything in our way. Like you little dweebs. Now we're gonna pop your heads off your fucking necks. Our big arms are gonna pop your puny little heads right off your bodies. Then we'll throw `em like bloody balls right into the wall. Your heads will splatter in blood. Fuck, what a lot of fun!" Justin and Deon got a strange look on their faces. What the hell was he talking about? Mike jumped up and wrapped his arm around Deon's neck. At the same time, Tony jumped at Justin and wrapped his arm around his neck. "Gonna pop your heads, wimps. Gonna pop your heads right off your fucking little necks."

The Thugs flexed their biceps and curled in their arms, crushing the necks of the poor 9th graders. Their muscles weren't big enough to snap the vertebrae, but they were big enough to crush through the poor boys' windpipes. You could hear a crackling sound as the strong arms of the Thugs smashed though the skinny boys' windpipes. "Sounds great, don't it Tony," laughed Mike. "I love hearing the sound of my muscles breaking somebody's body. It really gives me a rush!" He loved the sounds of the pain and suffering he made in other people. So did Tony, who ratcheted up his power, causing even more crackling in Justin's windpipe. Justin and Deon squirmed and tried to get away, but they were too thin and weak to resist. The Thugs were strong, in total control, as usual. "Yeah you little wimps. The Thugs rule. You gotta do whatever we say. We got muscle and you don't got shit." The boys couldn't breathe and their faces started turning red. Spit started drooling out of their mouths. And they were in total pain. Finally Justin started nodding his head, signaling he was ready to give up his lunch money. "Yeah, you fuckin' wimp," yelled Tony. Then he slowly let go of the skinny boy's neck. "I knew you'd want to change your mind. You're such a fuckin' wimp. You deserve to get beat up every day by us Thugs. You deserve to get your puny ass kicked and smashed," he said. Deon saw Justin give up, so he gave up too. "Fuckin' black loser," said Mike. "You never win, do you black boy. My body's always way stronger than yours. Always will be, too." He flexed his bicep in Deon's face. The boys had a defeated look on their faces. They always gave up. They reached into their pants and gave the Thugs their lunch money. They would go hungry today. "See ya tomorrow, wimps," said Mike as he and Tony strutted away, flexing their biceps at each other. "Great move," he said. "I'd love to really pop a head someday."

Justin and Deon were totally dejected. Their necks were in pain and they had no money. What a way to start high school. As they walked along, they saw a sign posted on the wall. "FRESHMEN MEN - COME OUT FOR FOOTBALL. WE NEED 10 MORE MEN FOR OUR TEAM. BIG SIZE IS NOT REQUIRED. SIGN UP AFTER SCHOOL IN THE GYM." Justin and Deon looked at each other. They certainly were not big, but they were good runners. They had played some sports over the years, but they never did very well because of their thin, weak bodies. Then a look of realization came over Deon's face. "Hey, if we play football, maybe being part of the team will protect us from Mike and Tony. Maybe if we tell the assholes we're playing football, they'll leave us alone, `cause we might get `em beat up." Justin smiled and nodded. "Yeah, maybe that'll work. I'd try anything after what happened to us today. Lets go sign up after school."

So the boys went to class. They had a little bit to eat at lunch because Donnie gave them most of his lunch. He was still in pain from the gut punch. He thought the football idea was a good one, although he knew he was way, way too small to even think about it for himself. He was a total wimp and he knew it. But he encouraged Justin and Deon to do it. Maybe it would help him too.

After school the boys went over to the gym. They saw a big sign that said "Football sign-ups in Weight Room." So they went over to the weight room and their mouths dropped open. Before them, working out in the large weight room, were about 50 boys. And of those 50, about half were tremendously huge and muscular. Absolutely huge. And so muscular it was unbelievable. The other 25 were big, like football players usually are, but they weren't as huge and muscular as the 25 tremendously muscular guys. This was the varsity team, kids who were sophomores, juniors and seniors. The huge muscular kids looked like giants next to Justin and Deon. The giant muscular athletes saw the two skinny 9th graders enter the room and some of them smiled knowingly, almost like they were saying to themselves "yeah that's how I looked too a few years ago." Justin and Deon just couldn't take their eyes off the big, muscular bodies of these boys, who were all working out shirtless and wearing only green gym shorts and sneakers. Four of the muscular boys were doing bench presses, and Deon said "Shit!" when he counted four 45 pound plates on each side of the bar. "Fuck, that's 360 pounds plus the bar," he said. "Look how fucking strong they are!"

Justin saw a man in his mid 20's sitting at a table at the side of the room, with a sign that said "Football Sign-Ups." He grabbed Deon by the arm and they walked over to the man. The man stood up. He was huge. He was about 5' 10" tall, not much taller than them, but he must have weighed 230 pounds. And he was solid muscle. He reached out his huge hand. "Coach Phillips here. Welcome to football." Justin and Deon reached out and shook the big man's hand. They had never felt a hand that was that big and that muscular before. It was twice as thick as their hands and it was solid, like it was made of solid muscle. The man's grip was firm, very firm. He was wearing a short sleeve polo shirt that stretched to contain his huge upper arms under the fabric, and then revealed his gigantic forearms that bristled with bulging muscle covered with veins. His upper arms and forearms were the biggest arms Justin had ever seen. As he shook Justin's hand, Justin could see the muscles in his forearm bulging like a bowling pin and writhing like big snakes. A tingle went up Justin's back as he looked at that huge muscle. He kind of quivered as he thought about all the power that muscle gave to the man's thick hand. As Justin looked at the huge muscle, he knew the huge man could have broken his hand without even trying hard.

"We need freshmen players," he said. "Wanna play?" The boys nodded their heads. They couldn't speak. Their eyes were fixed on the huge muscular arm of the coach. Their bodies were frozen in awe. "Take off your shirts. Let's see what you got." The boys stripped off their shirts and stood before the coach. They were very thin, and their bodies were covered with a thin layer of fat.. You could sort of see little muscles under the fat in their chests and their legs as they flexed as hard as they could for the coach. "Kinda skinny, but you got some potential." He waved his arm across the room full of muscular jocks. "Some of these guys were just as skinny as you when they started in 9th grade. Look at `em now!" Justin and Deon nodded, looking over at the muscular boys working out with incredibly heavy weights. They couldn't believe what they were seeing or hearing. "A blondie and a black. You guys are quite a pair." Justin finally got up the nerve to talk. "Yeah, we look totally different, but we've been best friends for years. God, I can hardly wait to start playing football. I can hardly wait to start getting big like those guys." The coach laughed. "Yeah, it don't happen overnight, you know. You gotta work hard and eat right. Then you end up with guns like this." He pulled up his sleeve and flexed his arm. "Holy shit," yelled Deon as he looked at the huge, bulging muscle. "Twenty inches," said the coach. "I got the biggest arm in this whole gym. Here, feel it. Everybody always wants to." His bicep was as big as a bowling ball and it was just as hard. It was absolutely gigantic. There was a large peak on the top of the bicep, a huge bulge of solid muscle peaking up from the enormous base below. Justin and Deon could see the two heads of the bicep muscle in that peak, striated fibers of muscle covered by the thinnest skin possible. Big veins were pulsating under that skin, pushed up by the incredible hardness of the muscle fibers. Justin and Deon reached out and touched the huge muscle. It was hot and it was as hard as a rock. They wrapped their hands around it and the giant football sized triceps below, feeling their tremendous size and hardness. They tried to squeeze the huge muscle with their little fingers, but they couldn't make a dent in the huge ball of fibers. "Yeah, that's a bicep," said the coach. "A real man's bicep." Deon flexed his own arm and saw a tiny little bicep emerge under his skin. He looked at his own nut sized bicep and then at the big bowling ball bicep proudly displayed by the coach. "Holy shit," he said in disbelief. He never thought an arm could get that big. It was so huge and it was 100% solid muscle. He looked at his own arm and again over at the coach's. "Holy shit," was all he could say.

The coach smiled. He knew he had won over some new recruits. "Okay, let's sign the paperwork," he said. Within 10 minutes, the boys were members of the Freshmen team. The coach handed the boys some green workout shorts and said, "Go in the locker room and change into these. No shirt. We'll be ready to practice soon." For the next 20 minutes the coach sat at the table waiting for other new players to sign up. Six other 9th grade boys came in and signed up. They were all bigger than Justin and Deon. They already kind of looked like football players. At 115 pounds, Justin and Deon were definitely the smallest players there. After they returned in their shorts, they watched the players work out with the weights. And they couldn't believe what they were seeing. So many of the players were incredibly muscular. They had never seen high school boys who were so big and muscular. They had no fat on their bodies, so you could see all their muscles straining and bulging as they lifted the very heavy weights. Two of the biggest, most muscular boys were doing squats with an incredible weight on the bar. There were five 45 pound plates on each side of the bar. "That's 450 pounds," said Deon, almost gasping at the enormity of the weight. "I think the bar weighs 45," said Justin, "so that makes 505 pounds total. And those kids are squatting that weight! Look at the size of their fucking legs!" As one of the boys finished five reps, he thrust the bar on the rack. Then he turned around, pulled up his green gym shorts and flexed his quads to show off for his friend. His legs were huge, with striated muscle bulging everywhere. His quads were big slabs of solid muscle, covered with veins. Even when he relaxed, his legs were huge, with the giant quads looking like teardrops above his knees. "Gettin' big! Gettin' strong!" he said to his friend. "Yeah, we're fuckin' huge," said his friend. "We're gonna crush those other teams. I can hardly wait to ram my leg into some dude's gut and smash him to the ground. My legs are so fuckin' strong nobody's gonna be able to stop `em." Then he got under the bar and cranked out five reps himself. When he finished, he flexed his legs for his friend and said "Piece of cake. My quads are way stronger that that weight. They're fuckin' huge and they're fuckin' strong as shit!"

Justin and Deon's mouths were open as they watched the huge leg muscles of these high school boys lifting the 505 pound bar, while listening to the young jocks talk about how big and strong they were. They also noticed another thing. The first boy was blond and blue eyed, just like Justin. He was taller, probably about six feet tall, but otherwise looked a lot like Justin. The second boy was black, with dark skin, black hair and black eyes. He was also about six feet tall and he looked a lot like Deon. Except that these two boys weighed twice as much as Justin and Deon. Yeah, they were 115 pounds heavier - 230 pounds of solid muscle. They were huge and they were strong. They were two of the biggest and strongest kids on the team.

Finally the coach blew his whistle. "Okay, men. Enough weightlifting for today. We got some new freshmen players here and we're all gonna go out on the field to show `em some light practice work. No helmets or pads today. Just go out there the way you are." So the players put back the weights and headed out to the field. Their bodies were covered with sweat from their workout, glistening in the sun and showing off their big, pumped up muscles. Justin and Deon followed behind, just amazed at the size of the shoulders and backs of the huge jocks in front of them as they swaggered out to the field.

 

Part 2

Once the team got to the field, the coach made them do some wind sprints. First they did 25 yards. Then 50 yards. Then 100 yards. Then they started all over again with 25 yards. Deon looked over at Justin. "This is fun," he said. "I love to run." The skinny boys were slower than most of the weight trained football players, but they didn't embarrass themselves. And they marveled at how fast thosehuge boys were. Boys that outweighed them by 100 pounds of muscle were just as fast or faster than they were. Their huge , muscular legs powered their bodies through the wind sprints with unbelievable force and speed. After 10 rounds of the three wind sprints, all the players were breathinghard. The abs of the muscular players were pushing in and out, forcing huge amounts of air in and out of their athletic lungs. Their six packs and eight packs were pumping hard , showing off the rock-solid muscle that was packed into their small waists. Blood was coursing through their bodies, pushed by theirbig, athletic hearts. Their hearts and lungs had grown bigger and stronger as their muscles grew bigger and stronger. Their big muscles needed more blood and more oxygen to keep getting bigger and stronger. And their larger and stronger lungs and hearts gave it to them. You need abig strong heart to build big strong muscles, and these boys had huge hearts that pumped gallons of muscle building blood throughout their bodies. You could see the veins pulsating under their thin skin as the blood surged through their muscles. After only about 30 seconds, thebig muscular boys stopped breathing hard. Their bodies had already recovered and were ready for the next challenge. Justin and Deon were still breathing hard.

The bodies of all the athletes were now sweating profusely. They all drank water at the sidelines to replenish the sweat that was pouring out of their skin. Drops of sweat were forming on their muscular bodies - on their chests, their abs, their backs, everywhere, and dropping down to their shorts, which were getting wetter and wetter. "Need some fucking water to keep these musclesbig and pumped," said a jock as he lifted his muscular arm and poured water down his throat, splashing it all over his face and chest and abs. He looked radiant as the water splashed over hisbig hard muscles. Justin and Deon weren't sweating anywhere near what the jocks were sweating, but they drank some water too.

"Time to hit the tackling dummies," said the coach. There were five tackling dummies lined up on the field. They each must have weighed 500 pounds, way bigger than ahuge lineman. The boys lined up in five rows and started hitting the dummies. As they ran forward at full speed, they crouched downward and smashed theirbig shoulders into the padded dummy. Justin and Deon couldn't believe how big and thick their shoulders were. The huge blond guy and black guy had shoulders that looked as big as huge melons, real thick and striated with muscle fibers from front to back. The muscle on those shoulders must have been three inches thick. "Shit, look at their shoulders," said Deon. "Look at all that fucking muscle. God what I'd give to get shoulders as big and strong as them." Those huge shoulders were hitting the tackling dummies, inches of rock hard muscle blasting into the padding.. When they hit the tackling dummies, their huge bodies kept moving forward, their giant shoulders pushing the dummies back several yards. Then they straightened up, grabbed the dummy and jerked it back to where it had been with a powerful pull of their lats. Their delts and lats were bristling with strength and power as they walked back to the end of the line.

Justin moved to the back of the blond guy in one line and Deon moved to the back of the black guy in another line. They looked up at those shoulders and backs and couldn't believe howbig and wide they were. They were at least a foot wider than their own puny, bony shoulders, thick with striated muscle that flexed as they moved their arms. The skinny boys didn't have any delts at all. Just bone and no muscle on their shoulders. And they didn't have any lats at all, while thehuge muscular boys in front of them had thick, wide cobras of muscle tapering from their wide shoulders to their narrow hips. The twobig jocks looked back at the two little 9th graders in back of them. They boys looked really skinny, standing there in their workout shorts and sneakers. Their bones protruded in their shoulders - there was no muscle there - a far cry from thehuge melons on the jocks' shoulders, bulging with sinews of shredded muscle. "Gotta hit him hard with your big shoulder," said the blond guy. "Gotta smash him with your huge muscles. Gotta make that guy wish he was never born. Gotta get big muscles to smash 'em real hard." He flexed his shoulders, looking at the huge muscles. Justin looked up at those monsters and nodded his head, looking at the huge muscles of the guy talking to him. The blond smashed into the dummy again, blasting it several yards forward. He jerked it back to where it was, and then he walked back to the line, rubbing his shoulder and feeling all the muscle and power inside. He stopped to watch Justin. Justin ran forward and hit the dummy with all the power he had. His bony shoulder hurt a lot when it hit the padded dummy. But he wasn't able to move the dummy at all. He just bounced off and fell to the ground. Thebig blond laughed. "You gotta get some muscle, dude" he said, flexing his huge delts at Justin as the kid walked by him. The same thing happened to Deon as he hit the dummy. He fell to the ground. The big black dude walked up to him, pulled him off the ground, and flexed his big shoulder in Deon's face. "Gotta have muscle like this, dude. You gotta be way bigger and way stronger."

The next hit of the dummies produced the same result. The big boys used their other massive shoulder and smashed the dummies yards downfield. It was like the dummies weren't even there as they smashed theirhuge torsos into them with their powerful legs, legs that could squat with 500 pounds. Justin and Deon used their other bony shoulder too but they couldn't move the dummies even aninch . Their legs were way too weak. The blond jock pulled up Justin and looked at his legs. "Shit, your legs are so fucking tiny," he said He put his arm down next to Justin's leg and flexed his bicep and tricep. "Fuck, my arm's bigger than your leg. Look at all that muscle in my arm. Your leg ain't shit. This is what a leg should look like." He stood up and flexed his quads. The giant muscles bulged, with striations and veins everywhere. "Think about these legs smashing into you on the football field. They can squat with 500 pounds. They can leg press 900 pounds. They're fuckin' strong as shit. You gotta add tons on muscle on your legs or you're toast." Deon and the black jock had come over to watch the blond show off. The black jock flexed his own legs for Deon. "Feel that fuckin' muscle, nigger. Feel howbig and hard and strong that muscle is." Deon looked at the black guy's huge legs. He would have been really offended if a white guy called him a nigger, but black guys call each other that name all the time. Having thebig black dude call him a nigger was almost a compliment. Deon reached down and felt the guy's huge upper leg. The leg was hot and covered with sweat. Deon rubbed his fingers over the rock hard muscle, getting his hand all sweaty from the black jock's sweat. He felt the giant, shredded quads and the huge hamstring muscles in the back. The muscle was so hard he could feel the individual fibers of muscle under the thin, sweaty skin. "Twenty eight inches, nigger. I bet my leg's as big as your waist. And it's all fucking muscle. One hundred percent fucking solid muscle. How'd you like those legs smashing into you, nigger? They'd flatten you in a second." He raised his leg and touched Deon in the abs with his knee while Deon was still touching thehuge muscle. Deon moaned "Holy shit," as he felt the huge leg of the big black dude move and touch his body. The black dude put down his leg and flexed is again. "Yeah," said the black dude. "You gotta get legs like this."

Deon looked dejected. He looked at the black dude in the eyes. "We're way too skinny. No way are we gonna get the big muscles you got." The black dude looked at the blond dude and they nodded their heads at each other. The black dude said "Hey Ryan, how much do you weigh now?" Ryan flexed his arm and looked at thehuge , bulging muscle. "Two hundred thirty pounds, Marcus. Two hundred thirty pounds of solid muscle. Same as you." He made a fist and pounded it into his shredded 8 pack waist. "I'm as fuckin'hard as steel. No fuckin' fat on this stud body." Marcus smiled and flexed his own arm. "Yeah, 230 pounds of big black muscle. So fucking strong I just knock over the other players on the field. Nobody's any stronger than Ryan and me." He looked over at Ryan. "Yeah, here we are, the two strongest guys on the team, a white guy and a black guy, just like you two skinny little wimps. You look like you could be our little brothers." Deon looked at their faces. "Yeah, we do look the same. Except that you weigh 230 pounds and Justin and me only weigh 115. We weigh half as much as you. We're so skinny guys like you will just push us over on the field with yourhuge muscles ." He got a tear in his eyes as he thought about his skinny body being crushed by huge muscular guys like Marcus. Justin saw Deon's agony. "Yeah, maybe we should just forget about football. We're way too skinny."

Ryan looked over at Marcus. "Hey Marcus. How much did you weigh when you started 9th grade?" Marcus put his hand up to his chin, flexing his huge bicep muscle. "Oh, I think I weighed about 120. I was 5' 9" then. So I've grown three inches and put on 110 pounds of muscle." The mouths of the boys dropped open. "What?" said Deon. "Yeah, same with me," said Ryan. "I was 5' 8" and weighed only 110. I was so skinny I was pathetic. I've gained fourinches and 120 pounds since I was 14. I more than doubled my weight . Seventeen years old and 230 pounds of rock hard muscle." Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Holy shit! How did you put on so much muscle? How did you get so strong? I can't believe you looked like us when you were in 9th grade!"

Ryan looked at the boys seriously in the eyes. "Can you keep a secret? Can you keep a secret so secret that absolutely nobody will know? Not your parents, not your friends, nobody at all." Justin and Deon looked at each other. "Yeah, we can.," they both said at the same time. "Okay, men," said Ryan. "If either of you tell anybody what I am about to say, Marcus and I will personally break both your arms and both your legs. Plus, we'll break every rib in your bodies. And fuck, we're strong enough to do it too." At that, Ryan picked up a baseball bat with his two muscular hands, squatted down and smashed the bat against hishuge leg. The bat shattered in two. He held up the two pieces of bat, flexing his huge arms. "That's your leg if you tell anybody." The boys looked at the bat and at Ryan's huge arms. They were covered with sweat and his glistening skin showed off the rippling muscles of his huge biceps, triceps and forearms. Justin and Deon nodded their heads. They knew what these two huge boys could do to them. Ryan continued. "Marcus and I are members of a very secret club here at school. It's called the Muscle Club. Every kid who joins the club packs an unbelievable amount of muscle on his body. He gets stronger than shit. Fuck, in 3 months, you'll pack at least 50 pounds on muscle on your skinny little bodies. You'll be the strongest guys in your whole class. And you'll be fucking good football players too. If you don't join the club, you'll be lucky to put on 10 pounds of muscle on your skinny bodies in a whole year. You'd be skinny all through high school. But when you're a member of the Muscle Club, you'll weigh over 200 pounds when you're a Senior. You might even get to 230 like us. You'll behuge. You'll be the studs of the whole school."

The boys looked at each other with their eyes wide open. Their cocks were getting hard thinking about how big they were going to get. Ryan kept talking. "The Muscle Club has some rules. Every member has to obey the rules. If a member doesn't obey the rules, the other members will smash his bones. Nobody's broken the rules yet. The rules are very simple. Everything is totally secret. We do things for you and you do things for us. Webig muscle jocks are gonna help you pack on the muscle. We'll be your trainers. We'll tell you how to work out and what to eat. We also have some steroids that we're gonna give you. A shot in the butt every so often. We got the best steroids on the planet Earth. They're fantastic. They don't test for steroids in high school so you got no problems playing football. And here's what you little dweebs do for us. For the first year as a member of the Muscle Club, you are the pledges. Webig dudes get real horny after our workouts and after football practice. Most of us are straight and have the best looking girls in the whole school as our girlfriends. But we love getting our cocks sucked by the pledges after a workout and we love fucking the tight butts of the pledges. So you gotta suck our cocks and get your asses fucked by ourbig , thick dicks. If anyone sees us shooting the steroids, he's gotta get smashed so bad he won't dare say a thing. Finally, you can't even say that the club exists. You can never mention the club to anyone, except a member. That's it."

Justin and Deon were looking at Ryan almost in disbelief. Their cocks were now totally hard as they thought about weighing 230 pounds of solid muscle and being the strongest guys in the whole school. They thought about Mike and Tony and what they were going to be able to do to them - repaying 8 years worth of torture. That made their cocks realhard. Then they looked at Ryan and Marcus' huge, buffed bodies and thought about sucking their big cocks and feeling their huge muscles. "Yeah, yeah," yelled Deon. "We wanna join. I can hardly wait." Ryan smiled. "Okay, Marcus and I have to get a vote from the other club members to approve your pledging. I'm the President and Marcus is the Vice President, so that shouldn't be a problem. You two have to think about it overnight. If you still wanna join, come see us before practice tomorrow." Then he and Marcus swaggered off to the gym to take a shower and change into their street clothes. The boys stood there stunned. They couldn't believe this had happened to them.

 

Part 3

"Shit, I can't believe it." said Justin. "Yeah, a dream come true," said Deon. "We're gonna me members of the Muscle Club. We're gonna getbig muscles and we're gonna be super strong. I can hardly wait!" They started walking toward the locker room, talking about how their life had changed in one afternoon. They entered the locker room where the team was stripping off their shorts and jockstraps and heading to the showers. They marveled at the incredible bodies possessed by these high school kids .Huge upper arms that looked like meaty hams filled with rippling muscle. Forearms that were gigantic, pulsating muscles covered with veins. Wide shoulders that looked like cannonballs, thick with shredded muscle. Giant pecs bulging out from their chests, striated with thick muscle fibers.Huge, thick lats tapering down to a narrow, athletic waist. Washboard abs of rock hard corrugated muscle. Muscular round butts, bulging with power. Thick legs that looked like big tree trunks, shredded with enormously strong muscle. Giant calves that bulged with two huge heads of striated muscle. And cocks that swung from their crotches like big rubber hoses. Big huge cocks on the big huge jocks. Justin and Deon were so proud to be part of this team.

They stripped off their shorts and shoes and headed to the showers along with the other players. It was quite a sight to see. They looked like skinny little beanpoles as they stood next to thebig muscular jocks who were members of the Muscle Club. Right across from them in the showers were Ryan and Marcus. They looked at their puny bodies and smiled. Then they lifted theirhuge forearms across their chests and flexed their bodies in a most muscular pose. Water was flowing over the hard muscles as they flexed. Justin and Deon's mouth's dropped open as they watched the big flexing muscles, muscles that looked as hard as rocks as the water splashed over them. "Fuckin' huge, fuckin' strong!" yelled Marcus, showing off his big muscles to everyone in the shower. Then Ryan and Marcus started slathering soap all over their huge muscular bodies. They lifted their arms to slather soap in their huge armpits, armpits that were sweaty as hell with all the jock sweat they had made during their weightlifting and training. They ran their fingers over their abs, feeling each ridge of steel-hard muscle. Then they washed their big hard pecs, pecs that could bench press 400 pounds, huge mounds of rock like muscle. Then they washed their shoulders and arms, rubbing the thick muscles of their shoulders and feeling the striations of muscle that moved with every slight movement of their arms. Their arms werehuge guns of muscle, bigger than their hands, as they washed the massive biceps and triceps with their thick, muscular hands, feeling the fibers ofhard muscle. They flexed their forearms and washed them, watching them explode into bowling pins of shredded muscle, covered with veins that ran all the way to their shoulders. Then they bent over and washed their legs. They needed lots of soap to cover thehuge muscles of their thighs and calves.

Then Marcus stood up and looked at Deon, who was standing there almost frozen looking at Marcus' and Ryan's huge bodies covered with soap. Marcus' and Ryan's cocks were now semi-hard. they always got hard when they soaped up their huge hard bodies. They loved feeling their big hard muscles. "Hey nigger. Get over here and wash my back and butt!" Deon's cock, which was already hard, twitched with excitement. "Yes SIR!" he said as he moved towards Marcus. Justin's cock was rock hard too as he stared at the huge boys. Ryan rubbed his hand all over his cock. "Well, don't just stand there white boy. Get your white ass over here and wash my back and butt too.," said the blond, blue-eyed drop dead goodlooking jock. Justin's eyes got wide and hiscock twitched. He ran over to Ryan's back and put his hands on his huge shoulders.

"Feel that muscle, you skinny white boy. Feel how fucking thick my delts are. Feel those big muscle fibers twitching as I move my arms. My delts are so fucking strong. I can military press 275 pounds. Ya know what that means? I could press you up and down with just one arm. Yeah feel thathuge muscle, you skinny little wimp. Think about how it would feel to have that shoulder crashing into you on the football field. You'd be smashed into the ground with broken bones all over. Yeah, feel that fuckin'huge muscle." Ryan's cock was getting real hard as he talked to Justin. And Justin's cock was rock hard already. "Oh, fuck," said Justin, in total awe of what he was feeling. "Wash those shoulders, runt. Wash 'em real good. Yeah, that's right. Feel all those fibers twitching under my skin. No fat on this body. Pure muscle. Now wash those fucking traps. My traps are threeinches thick. I can shrug 400 pounds. Yeah, you heard that right. Four hundred fucking pounds. Those muscles are fucking strong! Yeah, rub your little fingers on those traps.Hard as rocks, ain't they. Big, thick, rock-hard traps. Now wash my big neck. It is so huge and thick. Solid muscle. It's bigger than my head when I flex it. I like to ram guys with my head, smashing them to the ground with my helmet and my thick strong neck. Yeah, my neck's like a battering ram. I bet you never felt a neck like that before." Justin was moaning with pleasure. "No, I never felt so much muscle on anybody's neck. It's so fuckinghuge and strong!" Ryan grinned. He knew he was such a stud.

"Move down to my back. Wash my huge lats." Justin moved his hands down to Ryan's giant back His lats were incredibly wide, springing up like a cobra's head from his narrow waist. And besides being wide, they were thick. Thick with rock-hard muscle. Justin needed to get extra soap to spread all over those huge muscles. He ran his hands across the top to feel the wing-like slabs of muscle. He moved his hands around to the front side of Ryan's lats, feeling the slabs rising up from his narrow waist to his giant armpit. Ryan flexed and Justin couldn't believe howhard the muscle got. His lats were like slabs of iron. Striations of fiber were visible everywhere. "Yeah, feel those fucking lats. I got more muscle in one of my lats than you got in your whole body. Feel how thick they are. Feel how wide they are. I can do chinups with 200 pounds hangin' on my waist. I could pull your little body up and down 25 times easy. My lats are so strong when I wrap my arms around some guy's poor chest and pull, I can break his ribs. They just go crack crack crack when I pull in with thosehuge lats." Justin moaned as he felt the hard muscle. Then he moved his hands down over the V-shape of Ryan's back, feeling the sharp taper and the huge muscle below the thin skin. He moved his hands over and felt the bulging, rock-hard lower back muscles which looked and felt like two huge ridges of solid muscle on Ryan's lower back. "Feel that muscle, dweeb. I can deadlift 600 pounds. Feel how big and hard and strong my back muscle is Big football players need strong backs. You can just crash into guys and smash 'em to the ground. When your back is strong you never get hurt. You do all the hurtin' to the other guys. Your body's like a fuckin' battering ram. You're gonna get a back like that, little man. I'm gonna make sure your back gets super strong.." Justin was moaning as he felt thehuge muscles. He ran his hands over Ryan's oblique muscles, feeling their utter hardness as they led to his big cock. "Fuckin' strong waist too," said Ryan. "My waist is so fuckin' strong I can do 100 situps with a 45 pound weight behind my head. Feel those abs and those flexor muscles. I can smash into guys so hard they just crash into the ground. And if someone's stupid enough to punch my abs, their hands get sore from hitting the solid brick wall of muscle. Feel those abs, little man. Feel what a real man's abs feel like." Justin ran his hands up and down Ryan's abs, feeling thehard, corrugated muscle. He pressed in and felt just how hard that muscle was. He couldn't make the tiniest dent even though he pressed as hard as he could. "Oh, fuck," said Justin as he felt Ryan's solid thin waist.

Ryan briefly turned around and felt Justin's skinny back and waist. "You ain't got no muscle there at all. You got no lats and no lower back muscle. You got no abs. You got nothing. My back and abs are so much stronger than yours it ain't even funny." Then he whispered in Justin's ear "If you join the club you'll get muscle like me. Your back's gonna gethuge! You're gonna get shredded abs. You're gonna be solid muscle." Justin moaned. "Oh my God," he whispered.

"Wash my butt. Feel all the fucking muscle in my butt." Justin moved his hand down to Ryan's big, round muscle butt. He felt the warm muscle. It was huge and it was solid. He ran his fingers all over the round ass. The muscle was very firm and it wasn't even flexed. Then he stuck two of his fingers inside Ryan's ass crack and moved them around to clean out the tight space. After a few seconds, Ryan flexed his glutes and the muscle tensed so tight that Justin's fingers were trapped inside the ass crack. "My glutes are so strong I could break your fingers, little man. If someone ever tried to fuck me, I'd squeeze my glutes on hisdick and then twist my butt, ripping his little cock right off his body. Now I'm the fucker not the fuckee, and I fuck anybody I want." Justin tried to pull his fingers out of Ryan's tight butt hole, but he couldn't do it. Finally Ryan relaxed and Justin continued washing his butt.

Meanwhile, Deon had been washing Marcus' big back and butt. After he finished with his butt, Marcus suddenly turned around and said "Do my front too, nigger." Deon was on his knees and he looked up at Marcus'huge black body. He was wet and covered with soap suds which made his muscles look so sexy - the white soap suds and the black muscular skin. His face was very handsome. He had a strong jaw and chin and a wide nose andbig lips. He looked just like Deon except for all his muscle. His neck was a columnar shaft of muscle, just as wide as his head. Below his neck was his massive chest, with twohuge black shredded pec muscles hanging out over his abs. The giant muscles forced his big nipples to point downward at a 45 degree angle because there was so much muscle underneath them. Deon looked up at those pec muscles and thought about the tremendous power they possessed, benching 400 pounds easy.Big black and powerful. Marcus was the strongest man Deon had ever seen. His lats spread out to the side, showing fibers of muscle and veins under his thin skin. Then he looked down at Marcus' rippling ab muscles. They looked like corrugated iron. He had a true eight pack and it was amazing how small his waist was and how narrow his hips were compared to how wide his shoulders were and howbig his chest was. He had a tremendous V shape, as the thick muscle of his broad shoulders and the wide slabs of rock hard muscle in his lats tapered down to his small muscular waist and hips.

Then Deon looked at his cock and balls. Marcus' cock was now hard and it was pointing straight up, pressing against his abs. It was about 12 inches long and it was very thick. It was the longest, thickest cock Deon had ever seen. His balls were gigantic, like two big lemons hanging there, full of muscle stud jism just waiting to gush out of his huge cock. Marcus looked down at Deon's bulging eyes and smiled. "That fuckin' dick's gonna ram up your ass, nigger. That fuckin' dick's so big and so hard it's gonna just fuck the shit outta your tight little ass. I can hardly wait to fuck your ass nigger. It looks real small and real tight." Deon gulped as he looked at thehuge weapon. "Wash my feet, nigger. Then do my calves and legs." Immediately Deon obeyed, washing the huge boy's size 15 extra-wide feet. Those feet were big and thick. They were used to lifting 500 pounds in the squat and 900 pounds in the leg lift. They were thick with strong ligaments and muscles. And the soles were rough with hard calluses since Marcus and Ryan did a lot of running in their bare feet. These were big, tough feet.

He moved his hand up to Marcus' huge calves. He couldn't believe how much muscle this kid had packed into his calves. There were two clear halves of muscle, each one rippling with fibers and covered with veins. "Fuckin'hard muscle, nigger. So fuckin' big and strong I can lift 700 pounds with those fuckers. I bet you wish you had muscle like that, don't you nigger. I bet you wish your body was packed withhuge rock hard muscle." Deon nodded his head as he looked at those calves. "Well, you're gonna get it nigger. I'm gonna make sure you get asbig and strong as I am. You're gonna be a total stud, nigger." Deon looked up at Marcus' face like he was looking at a god. Marcus smiled. "Do my thighs. You gotta get extra soap "cause my thighs are sobig." Deon put extra soap on his hands and started rubbing his fingers over Marcus' right leg.

The leg was so large Marcus couldn't believe it. The muscles weren't flexed, but they still felt hard to the touch. There was so much muscle in the thigh it was as thick as a big tree. Then Marcus flexed and his quads sprang to life, showing off bulges of solid vein-covered muscle that went from his knees to his upper legs. The muscle felt like rock. The back of his legs were incredibly muscular too, with fibers showing everywhere. "I got more muscle in one of my legs that you got in your whole body, nigger. Feel all that fucking muscle. I can break kids' ribs real easy. I'm so strong and so fast that when I kick a guy's ribs with myhuge legs the bones just break. I've sent guys to the hospital. They know they better not fuck off around me. I can break their bones with my arms or my legs. Either way they're toast. I'm a total muscle machine and you better not piss me off." Deon moaned and nodded his head as he moved his hands to Dustin's other giant black thigh. This guy was a total stud.

After he finished with the legs, he moved his hands up to Dustin's crotch. As soon as he touched the huge balls, Marcus reached down and pulled his hand away. "Can't touch my cock or balls until you join the club, nigger. My big cock can only be touched by a Muscle Club pledge. Except when I'm fucking a girl. When I fuck a girl this huge cock just rapes the shit out of her. She always comes three or four times. She just can't get enough of my huge body and my giant cock. Yeah. Now finish washing my abs and my chest and my arms. You're gonna get this cock right down your throat once you join the Club." Deon nodded his head obediently and moved his hands up to the stud's abs. Since he was on his knees, his eyes were justinches from the rippling tight eight pack of muscle. He ran his fingers over the ridges of muscle, feeling he hard fibers and the deep crevices between the ridges. He ran his fingers down the cut flexor muscles, which went from his hips down to his crotch. The muscle was veryhard . The abs and flexors were part of Marcus' core muscles, muscles that he used all the time as he lifted heavy weights and played brutal football.

Then he stood up and started washing those huge pec and lat muscles. The muscles weren't flexed but they still felt so gigantic and they were so warm and hard. "Feel the power in those muscles, nigger. Feel how big and strong they are." He flexed and the muscle turned into rock. Striations of muscle fibers shredded his pecs and veins covered the flexed muscles. Because his skin was so dark and because the skin was wet, the fibers of muscle were very visible. "Yeah!" yelled Marcus as Deon ran his little fingers over the shredded muscle. "Fuckin' black stallion. The biggest, blackest, most muscular stud in this whole fuckin' school. So fuckin'big. So fuckin' strong! Strong as a big black horse!" Deon nodded as he felt the huge rock hard muscle in his pecs and lats. Marcus raised his arms and flexed. Deon knew he wanted his arms washed and worshipped. He moved his hands over to his right arm, squeezed his bicep and moaned "God that muscle is so massive. It's sobig and so hard . I can feel your muscle fibers flexing. Your skin is so thin they feel like steel. Your muscles are as strong as steel." Marcus grinned. Yeah, his muscles were as strong as fucking steel. Deon ran his hands all over the flexed arm, feeling the rockhard muscles. "Fuckin' big and fuckin' strong," yelled Marcus. "If I punched you with that arm you'd be dead. That arm's so fucking strong!" Deon moaned. Hiscock was rock hard.

He reached over with his mouth and started licking the bulging black bicep. The soap gave him a jolt on his tongue - strong, just like the muscle - and as he rubbed his tongue on the muscle he could feel the strands of muscle fibers bulging under the paper thin skin. "Yeah, clean thathuge black muscle with your little tongue, nigger. Feel how fuckin' big and hard it is. That big muscle could curl your whole body ten times easy. It does dumbbell curls with 125 pounds. Your puny little body ain't nothin' to that muscle. If I wrapped thatbig muscle around your pencil neck and squeezed, your neck would break in two. That muscle would break your neck and it wouldn't even be tryinghard . That muscle's so fucking strong!" Deon moaned as he heard how strong that muscle was. He opened his mouth and tried to bite thehuge peak on the top of the bicep, but the muscle was so hard his teeth couldn't make a dent. The muscle was almost as hard as his teeth. "Fuckin' hard, ain't it. Your bite feels like a little girl's. Your body ain't nothin' to that muscle." Deon's cock was so hard he was ready to come any second. He finished washing Marcus' huge arms. His forearms were so big and shredded they were way more muscular than Deon's legs. He marveled at how big and muscular his hands were, big and strong just like the coach's hands. His palms and fingers were covered with calluses. Thick hard calluses from years of working out and playing football and other sports. This kid was a true jock.

He washed Marcus' thick muscular neck and his traps and delts. He ran his hands from the neck over the traps and over the delts. The delts were so gigantic, like bowling balls of shredded muscle. He put his own delt next to Marcus' delt and moaned as he saw thehuge difference in sizes. His little delt looked like a little bone. Marcus' delt was gigantic and thick with muscle, from the front to the middle to the back. Shredded muscle that wasinches thick. "Big fuckin delts," said Marcus. "So fucking big and strong, it just smashes through other players. If they're in my way I just push 'em aside. Nobody can get in the way of my muscles. I can press 130 pounds with each arm. That delt could press you up and down like you were a fucking feather, you little weakling.. Yeah, nigger, if you join the Muscle Club, your little delts are gonna pack oninches of muscle. They're gonna get fucking big and fucking strong. Just like this one." He flexed his delt in Deon's face as Deon felt the rock hard muscle, striated with strands of steel-like fibers. "Ohhhh," moaned Deon.

Suddenly, Marcus grabbed Deon around under his arms and pulled him against his huge body. Marcus' giant foot long cock was rock hard as it pressed between his washboard abs and Deon's little body. Deon's little cock was rock hard too as it was smashed between the two teenage bodies. Marcus started lifting Deon up and down, rubbing his big thick cock against Deon's body, which was now covered with soap suds. Deon felt like a little pillow to Marcus' huge muscles. Marcus started groaning with pleasure. "Your little body feels so good. Your little muscles are so soft. My dick is so much harder than your body. My dick is so big and so strong, just like my muscles. Oh God that feels so good. Uhhhhhh." Marcus kept lifting Deon up and down, letting their two dicks feel each other's body. Deon was groaning too. Hisdick was ready to explode. He had never been so turned on in his life. He could feel the big black boy's pecs as he went up and down, the hard round muscle rubbing on his slippery skin. He rubbed his soapy hands all over Marcus' muscles, feeling his bulging delts, his thick wide lats and hishuge muscular arms, as the big kid lifted him up and down like he was a feather. The lifting became much faster as Marcus groaned with total erotic pleasure. Deon groaned, "Jesus, I can feel your abs on mycock. My cock is going up and down and the tip of my cock is feeling every one of your corrugated abs. They feel like iron. They're so much harder than my dick. Oh my god that feels so good. I can feel every crevice in your abs and every bulging iron muscle. You abs are so fucking hard ! Ohhhhh" Marcus was groaning louder and louder as he pumped the little black boy up and down, rubbing their two bodies together and feeling Deon's slippery soapy skin rubbing on hiscock. Finally he yelled "Yeah!" as burst after burst of cum blasted out of his cock , splashing all over their chests and abs. Jolts of erotic pleasure surged through his muscular body. "Yeah, yeah," he yelled as the cum kept coming out of his 12inch cock. At the same time Deon yelled "Ohhhhh" and came too, ejaculating spurt after spurt of his own cum all over Marcus' rock hard abs. Marcus kept rubbing Deon on his cock for another two minutes, feeling the wonderful erotic bliss of a muscular stud cumming and cumming and cumming.

Deon looked to the side and saw Justin, Ryan and several other football players holding their own rock hard dicks and splashing cum all over the shower. They had gotten totally turned on watching Marcus lifting him up and down, watching hishuge arms lifting the little black boy and rubbing his body on his giant 12 inch cock. They watched his muscles ripple and bulge and saw how big his chest and arms were compared to his narrow waist. They watched his bubble muscle butt flex with each lift, showing the bulging muscle form dents in the sides. They watched his huge 28 inch legs, columns of muscular steel, flex with slabs of striated black muscle with each lift. Yeah, Marcus was a true stud and they jacked off looking at his huge black body.

Finally Marcus put Deon down. "Great fuck," he said, rubbing his still hard dick. "You're gonna be a great Muscle Club member, nigger." Ryan looked over at Justin, who was still holding his hard cock. "Lots of great fucking in the Muscle Club. By taking the steroids, our testosterone is increased so much! We have more than three times the testosterone in our bodies than normal teenage guys. We're horny all the time and we can fuck and fuck and fuck. I can fuck 10 times in one night. We're total fucking studs.Big muscular fucking studs. We fuck anyone we want. Girls just wanna kill to get fucked by us. We just fuck any one of 'em we want. I just look at a girl and flex my arm and rub mycock . She starts getting wet right there. Sometimes I fuck three of 'em at the same time. Three fucks per girl. They just go wild. They just go crazy over our bodies and our cocks. And we really fuck the shit out of our little pledges. We're gonna fill you up with quarts of muscle sperm.Big thick muscle cum from our big muscular bodies. Helps you grow big muscles real fast."

Justin nodded as he looked at Ryan's huge body and cock. He couldn't believe he was going to be able to join this club. The boys finished showering and changed into their street clothes. Ryan buttoned up hishuge shirt and said "Tell your moms you got extra practice tomorrow. After football practice you're gonna be initiated into the Muscle Club. You're gonna be way late for dinner." The boys nodded their heads. They were in heaven.

They walked home talking about the huge boys on the football team and the Muscle Club. They pledged to each other never to reveal the Muscle Club to anyone. They talked about fucking 10 times a night and fucking anyone they wanted. They talked about having 20inch arms and 50 inch chests and 28 inch thighs and all the enormous power those muscles possessed. They talked about the huge cocks on the Muscle Club members and getting fucked by those huge cocks. And then next year they would do the fucking. And they talked about Mike and Tony. God were they going to turn the tables on them! They couldn't wait to join the Muscle Club.

 

Part 4

The next morning the boys walked to school with a spring in their step. They saw Donnie talking to a few of his nerdy friends and went over. "Guess what, Donnie. We're members of the football team. We're gonna be football players." Donnie's friends laughed. One of them said, "You two are way too small. You're as skinny as me. You're gonna wash out in a week!" Donnie stood up for his friends. "Give `em a chance, Freddie. Maybe they'll get bigger working out with all those huge guys. I sure wish they'd get bigger. I'm tired of getting beat up all the time. You'd protect us wouldn't you?" he said, looking at Deon and Justin. "Sure," said Deon. "When we get big, we'll smash anyone who messes with you." He flexed his little scrawny arm. The boys laughed, thinking this was all a joke. No way were these little boys going to protect them from the bullies.

Suddenly, two big bodies barged into the group of wimps. "Shit, a whole fuckload of dweebs! All the more fun for us," yelled Mike. "Yeah, last night we learned another new trick on Thugs Rule the City. We can rip off people's arms with our huge muscles and then use the bloody arms like battering rams to smash their bodies. It is so much fun!" At that, he grabbed Justin and Donnie's arms with his two hands and Tony grabbed Deon's and Freddie's arms with his two hands. Then they started twisting. Jolts of pain shot through the arms of the poor boys. "Oh Jesus that hurts," yelled Donnie. "Do you think I care?" said Mike. "This if fucking fun!" He twisted their arms even harder. "Gonna twist your fucking little arms right off your bodies. Blood is gonna splash out so hard. Blood's gonna be everywhere." Mike was really getting into it.

Tony increased the pressure on Deon and Freddie. Deon winced in pain. "We just joined the football team, asshole. You're gonna be sorry." Tony laughed. "Oh I am so afraid! You two little twerps joined the football team? You're gonna last about two days. You are such a little wimp. They don't want little dweebs like you on the team. When they see what a skinny wimp you are you're gonna get kicked off so fast. Flex your other arm, fuckhead. You flex too blondie. Let's see your muscles." The two bullies held on to one arm while the skinny boys flexed their other arms. Their arms looked like little sticks. There was only the tiniest amount of muscle bulging in their skinny biceps. Mike wrapped his hand around Justin's upper arm and squeezed his fingers right into where the bicep should have been. "Fuck, nothin' there. Not a bit of fuckin' muscle. You're just a little stick-boy.." He squeezed his strong fingers into Justin's arm. Justin yelled out in pain. "Fuckin' little stick boys. You gotta have muscles like us if you wanna play football " He let go of Justin's arm and flexed his own arm. A naturally large but somewhat soft bicep muscle flexed underneath his fatty skin. "Look at that fuckin' muscle. I don't even work out and I got tons more muscle than you got. I don't need to play football. It's way more fun playing video games, `cause we get to totally destroy people. We're the Thugs and we destroy whoever we want. And it's always gonna be that way, stick-boy. You're a stick and I'm a stud. And studs like us just love to smash you little sticks. Yeah, Tony and me and gonna keep beatin' you little stick boys up as much as we want." Tony smiled and looked at Deon. "And I'm gonna twist harder, `cause you called me an asshole. Take this, fuckface!" He twisted even harder. It really did feel like Deon's arm was going to rip right off his body. Pain surged though his body. Deon looked back at Tony with pain on his face and said quietly "Just wait."

"We learned another Thug move last night," said Mike. "We can snap people's spines." He grabbed ahold of Justin, pushing his big chest into Justin's skinny chest and grabbing his hands behind Justin's waist. Then he pushed Justin's crotch back too, pushing with his own cock into Justin's little crotch. "We push out with our huge, muscular chests, forcing the chest of our victims back real far. We push his cock back too. Then we breath out and pull in our abs, leaving a big gap between our big chests and our cocks. Then we pull in on their spine with our giant arms and their spine snaps like a twig inside that big gap. It's a lot of fun. Last night we killed 30 guys snapping their spines and letting them die in pain. That was so much fun. It's fun to make other people feel lots of pain." At that, he pulled in on Justin's spine. The soft muscles in his arms bulged under his fat skin as he pulled as hard as he could. Justin cried out in pain as his back was tormented by the crush. "Stop, please stop," yelled Justin. Mike just smiled. But Mike wasn't strong enough to snap his spine as hard as he tried. After about 30 seconds of crushing and hurting, he let go. "Should have broken your spine, dweeb. You wimps ain't nothin' to us."

Finally the bullies had had enough fun and they took the four boys' lunch money. "Gonna eat real good," said Mike. The other boys watched what had happened and they shared their food with the four bully targets, so they didn't starve. During lunch Justin and Deon seemed quite happy despite what had happened to them. Donnie and Freddie were dejected, thinking their year was going to be horrible. But Justin and Deon didn't seem concerned at all. They could hardly wait for football practice. Kind of strange, thought Donnie.

Each class seemed to last for an eternity. Finally the school day was over and Justin and Deon raced to the gym. Ryan and Marcus were undressing in the locker room with the other team members. The boys just couldn't believe how big their muscles and cocks were. Ryan said, "You two got a 100% vote. After practice, go to this address for your initiation." The team worked out in the weight room for about an hour and then went out on the field. Ryan and Marcus each acted as the personal trainer for Justin and Deon, showing them the right exercises and helping them with the weights. They weighed the boys on the scale, and each boy weighed 115 pounds. Then they started training. After an hour, the boys were exhausted. Ryan and Marcus had really made them go to the limit on each exercise. They tested the boys' strength and wrote down the results, which were about equal for each boy. Bench press - 60 pounds; overhead press - 40 pounds; curl - 30 pounds; pullups - 3; squats - 70 pounds; deadlifts - 70 pounds; calf raises 70 pounds. "You're kinda weak," said Marcus as he wrote down the final number for Deon. Deon hung his head. "Yeah, I know." Marcus smiled. "Not for long, nigger. Not for long."

After the weight training, the team practiced for an hour on the field, running sprints, hitting the tackling dummies and doing some pushups (the boys could do only 5), situps (the boys could do only 10) and callisthenics. Ryan and Marcus did sets of 100 pushups and 200 situps. Those exercises were nothing for their big, strong muscles. They also practiced catching the ball and doing some plays on the field. Deon decided he wanted to be a running back. He was a great runner and has fantastic moves down the field. Justin said he wanted to be a wide receiver. He was fast and could catch the ball real well. "We'll see, we'll see." said coach Phillips looking at the little stick boys with a gleam in his eye.

After practice, the boys were totally exhausted. Their muscles were aching from the intense weight training and from the football practice. They took a shower with the other team members. No washing the big bodies of Ryan and Marcus this time. They were in a hurry to get to their initiation. Their aching bodies wouldn't stop them from that!

The address for the initiation was a house not far from Justin's house. It was a two story home in a nice area of town. They got to the front door and read a sign. "Open door, take off clothes and shoes, and wait in living room." They obeyed, going inside the house and stripping off their clothes and shoes. Then they sat on the couch in the living room stark naked. It was getting dark outside and there were just two lights in the room. After waiting about 15 minutes -- it seemed like an hour to them -- the lights suddenly went out. It was now quite dark. They could hardly see each other's face. The door to the living room opened and a huge figure in a black sweatshirt and hood appeared. They couldn't see his face. "Follow me," he said. They followed their broad- shouldered leader into the kitchen and then down the stairs to the basement. He turned to them and asked, "Do you want to join the Muscle Club?" The boys nodded their heads feverishly and said "Yes, yes." The leader knocked on a door in the basement and said "Two skinny young pledges. They're ready for the initiation."

The door was flung open. Inside the room Justin and Deon could see a few flickering candles, but all else was black. "Enter," said the leader. They walked in and heard music. Slow classical music, deep and sensual music permeating through the room. Then they looked around and saw ten huge bodies standing there in a semi-circle. They were all naked and they were fondling their cocks. Their muscles glowed in the candlelight. Big huge muscles that had just challenged the heavy weights and strained in the football practice. Their bodies were glowing with muscularity and power. Their cocks were already hard. With all the testosterone coursing through their huge bodies, their cocks got hard all the time. Justin and Deon could see Ryan and Marcus standing in the middle of the semi- circle. Their muscles were glowing in the candlelight. Then they looked at all the other muscular kids, everyone of whom could enter a bodybuilding contest. They gulped looking at all that muscle and those huge cocks and of course their little cocks were already rock hard. Suddenly the leader reached down and ripped off his sweatshirt and hood. It was coach Phillips!! His huge body was larger than any of the high school kids, although Ryan and Marcus were very close. He walked up to the boys and flexed his arms. "Grab `em," he ordered. "Grab my huge fuckin' guns." The boys grabbed each of the coach's massive arms and squeezed the muscle. "Yeah, rock hard, ain't it. Fuckin' rock hard. All my boys have rock hard muscles. All the members of the Muscle Club have muscles that are so fucking big and so fucking hard. Prepare to join the Muscle Club. You are about to become a Muscle Club pledge. Go to the center of the circle."

Justin and Deon went to the center of the semi-circle made by the Club members and the ten members formed a circle around them. Ryan, as President of the Club, and Marcus, the Vice President, came out from the circle and stood before Justin and Deon. Then Marcus reached down and picked up a 45 pound plate with one hand. He held the heavy plate like it was a feather. "Put your left hand on the iron and raise your right hands," said Ryan. The boys did as instructed. "Repeat after me. I hereby pledge to obey all the rules of the Muscle Club, which have already been explained to me. I will lift huge weights, eat huge amounts of food, and take all the steroids and supplements which I am instructed to take. I will become huge and muscular. I will become unbelievably strong. As a pledge I will get fucked by the members and as a member I will fuck the new pledges. I take this oath on this plate of iron, because iron builds our muscles." The boys repeated each sentence as Ryan said them. Marcus then put down the iron plate. "There is one final part of the initiation. You are gonna service all the studs in this room. We haven't cum all day and we're all fucking horny as shit. We might fuck you in the mouth or in the ass or both. I've been looking at your little body Justin and I can't wait to fuck you in your little mouth and then fuck your virgin ass." Marcus looked at Deon. He held up a jar of K-Y jelly and fondled his thick 12 inch cock. "After we members finish fucking you tonight, you will be members of the Muscle Club," said Ryan. The muscle studs formed a circle with Justin and Deon in the middle. "When I say 'go,' you start licking and sucking the cocks and balls of all us studs. You're never gonna feel so much muscle or so much cock in your whole life. Ready?" The boys looked around at the huge muscular jocks and nodded their heads. They could hardly wait. "Go!" yelled Ryan.

Justin ran up to Ryan and started licking his balls and cock. His cock was already hard and it was real long and thick. Deon did the same thing with Marcus. The other boys watched the action, stroking their own hard dicks. After a few minutes, the jocks next to Ryan and Marcus grabbed the little cocksuckers away and made them suck their own cocks. And then the next jocks did the same thing. The two little boys were going around from jock to jock, getting the huge muscle machines so aroused it was unbelievable. And each time they got to feel the jock's muscles - his corrugated washboard abs, his bulging striated pecs, his firm round muscle butt, his huge tree trunk legs and massive calves. The two little boys crawled around on their knees with their cocks straight up, servicing the giant cocks and worshipping the muscles of the members of the Muscle Club. Finally Ryan and Marcus grabbed the little pledges and rammed their huge cocks down their throats. "The first muscle fuck," yelled Ryan. He grabbed the back of Justin's head and pulled it back and forth over his giant cock. His arms were so strong there was nothing Justin could do. The huge cock rammed all the way down Justin's throat and the thick weapon rubbed against his tender tissues as it went back and forth. The tip of Ryan's cock was aroused almost beyond control, the sensations were so erotic. Justin's reflex was to gag, but he was overcome and aroused by the giant dick in his throat and Ryan's' huge muscles. His own cock got even harder. Ryan was so aroused he came within 30 seconds, gushing gobs and gobs of his muscle jock cum down Justin's throat. Justin came also, spurting his own cum on the floor as he rubbed his right hand on his cock and felt Ryan's huge calf with the other. "Fuckin' great!" yelled Ryan. He pulled Justin's head off his cock and handed it to the next guy in line, who rammed his own big cock down Justin's throat. "Gang bang," said Ryan as he watched his friend fuck Justin's face.

Meanwhile, Marcus had grabbled Deon and rolled him over so he was laying on his back. The huge black stud got on his knees, ramming his huge legs under Deon's skinny legs and he grabbed a jar of K-Y jelly. He rubbed the jelly inside Deon's tight ass. He grabbed his thick 12 inch cock and touched the top of Deon's stomach with its tip. "My cock's so fucking big it goes from your ass to your lungs. I don't wanna hurt you, nigger. You just relax and let Marcus shove his huge cock up your tight black virgin ass. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta your little black body." Deon looked at Marcus' huge cock and gulped. How could that huge thing go into his little body? Marcus put some jelly on his cock and pushed it in about two inches. "Relax, little man. Relax." Deon tried to relax. He felt the huge weapon splintering his muscles, just jamming itself into his small ass. It felt like it was a thick rod of steel. A big huge thick rod of solid steel. Marcus pulled out his cock and then pushed it in again, only harder. Now it went in four inches. Deon's ass muscles were so tight around his cock. It felt so good to the huge black stud. Deon felt a lot of pain, but he also felt aroused, feeling this huge dick pushing itself into his little ass. He thick rod started pushing on his prostate gland, sending spasms of pleasure through his body. "Relax, nigger. Relax," said Marcus as he pulled out his cock one more time. He lubed it up with more jelly and put more jelly inside Deon's little ass. Then he pushed it in harder, now going in six inches. This is the size of most guy's cocks, but Marcus was only half done. His cock was now deep inside Deon's tight little ass and as he moved it he felt the totally erotic sensations of Deon's tight muscles as they pressed on his rock hard dick. Marcus' cock was so thick Deon felt he was being fucked by a coke bottle. Again he pulled it out and then pushed it back in, now eight inches. He pulled out, lubed it up again and pushed again harder, now 10 inches. "Oh, oh oh," moaned Deon as he felt the huge weapon inside his body. Then Marcus only pulled back about half way and rammed his whole cock inside Deon's little black ass. "Oh fuck," yelled Deon as he felt the huge monster ram itself inside. Then Marcus started pumping away, fucking the boy's little ass again and again. "Feels so good to be fuckin' this black virgin ass," yelled Marcus. "You are so fucking tight. My cock's ready to explode." While Marcus was fucking, another jock straddled Deon's face and jammed his cock down his throat. Now he was being fucked in the ass and the throat by over 400 pounds of solid muscle. The two huge muscle studs fucked away, getting so aroused it was incredible. Deon was totally aroused too and he reached down and rubbed his own little cock. With his other hand he felt Marcus' huge arms as they pressed up and down, fucking him like a wild man. Finally Marcus yelled "Yeahhhhh, yeah yeah!" and shot ten loads of muscle jism deep into Deon's body. The other stud grunted loudly and shot his loads down Deon's throat. And Deon yelled "Ohhhhhh," and shot his loads all over his body. What a fucking orgy.

Well this orgy continued for about two hours, with the studs fucking and fucking and fucking. The boys saw Coach Phillips stroking his dick and coming again and again too. He didn't fuck them. He never fucked one of his muscle studs. He thought that would be unprofessional as a teacher. But he sure got his rocks off with his own hand, watching their muscles bulge and watching them fuck each other.

Justin and Deon lay on the floor, their bodies covered with white cum. Cum was oozing out of their butts and was dripping down their faces. The 10 muscle jocks had cum at least six times, leaving their muscle jism all over and inside the boys' bodies. Ryan and Marcus reached down and pulled the new members of the Muscle Club to their feet. "Fuck, what an initiation," said Ryan, rubbing his semi- hard cock. "Welcome to the Muscle Club. Here's the secret handshake." He reached out at shook Justin's and Deon's hands, showing them the secret handshake of the secret club.

Then Marcus showed them two hypodermic syringes and needles. "Here's your first shot of steroids. We got three different steroids in here. You're gonna be on your cycle for six weeks. You take the shots and you eat like a pig --- good food and supplements like we tell you. Your muscles are gonna grow so fast you won't believe it. Now stand up straight." The boys were so excited. They stood up and Marcus rubbed some alcohol on their butts. Then he gave them both the shots.

Ryan said, "Your testosterone is gonna go way up. You're gonna have 300% of the testosterone you had before. Yeah, muscle building testosterone. You're gonna get a real attitute - yeah, the attitude us jocks have, like don't get in our way or we'll smash you with our big bodies. You gotta watch out for "Roid Rage," where you get so pissed off you totally pulverize some poor weak bastard. And remember, if anyone ever sees you taking the `roids, you gotta make sure they never have a chance to turn you in. Roid Rage is okay if that ever happens. And remember, the Muscle Club is secret. Never tell anybody about the Muscle Club."

Finally, Coach Phillips came up with a couple of sheets of paper. "Here's your new diet, boys. No more junk food. You tell your mothers you need the food on this list because you're playin' football now. You need good food. And don't forget the protein shakes and the creatine. We're gonna pump your little bodies full of muscle. You're gonna turn into big muscle studs and you're gonna be stronger than shit. Here's a protein shake." The boys grabbed the big shake out of the coach's hand and slurped down the thick liquid. They were very hungry after the hard workout and practice and all the fucking. "Eat a good dinner tonight and another shake before bed," said the coach. "Here's some cans of MetRx shake you can use until you get some on your own."

Ryan looked at all the cum on the boys' bodies and smiled. He pointed to the bathroom and said. "Go wash off all that cum. Don't want your mommies to know you just got fucked over and over by ten big muscle jocks." They boys walked over to the bathroom. They felt great. When they entered the bathroom, they looked at their bodies in the mirror. They were so skinny. Five feet nine and only 115 pounds. The shoulders were nothing but bone. You could see their ribs because they had no muscle on their chests. They had no lats at all. Their arms looked like little sticks - yeah they really looked like stick boys. They really didn't have any abs. They had a small amount of fat on their stomachs and no abs showing at all. Their legs were so skinny. The arms of the big muscle jocks were bigger than their legs. They flexed their arms together and they couldn't see any biceps flexing. "Fuck we are so skinny," said Justin. "We really are little stick boys. Do you really think we're gonna pack on some muscle?" Deon looked at his skinny body in the mirror. "God I don't know. He flexed again, seeing nothing."

The boys went home and showed their mothers the list of food and supplements. Their mothers were happy they had joined the football team and were going to try to build up their bodies. Of course they had no idea about the Muscle Club. For dinner, their mothers found some good protein food - steak for Justin and chicken for Deon. The boys were very hungry. Hungrier than they had every been. Their bodies were sore from their workout and now they were hungry, demanding protein to not only to replace the muscle fibers that had been lost during the workout but to build bigger and stronger muscle fibers. Their added testosterone called out for muscle fibers that would be bigger and stronger. Justin ate three steaks and Deon ate six chicken breasts. Their mothers couldn't believe how hungry they were. And before they went to bed, they had a big protein milkshake.

 

Part 5

The next day, Justin and Deon's mothers made them a huge breakfast of eggs and ham with lots of toast and milk. The boys wolfed it down. Their mothers also made lots of sandwiches for lunch - chicken and tuna sandwiches - plus a whole quart of milk. No longer would they be buying pizza or hamburgers in the school cafeteria. So they didn't take any lunch money to school, just their food and two cans of protein shake. One for the morning and one for the afternoon. They were loaded with food.

They entered the school yard and hurriedly put their food in their lockers. Then they went out to talk with Donnie, Freddie and their friends. "We brought our own food today 'cause we're trying to gain weight for football. We had a brutal workout yesterday," said Justin, winking at Deon. He pulled up his tee shirt sleeve and flexed his arm. Then he felt it with his other hand. "Fuck!" he yelled. "I can feel some muscle flexing in there. Yesterday I couldn't feel anything. Now I feel some fucking muscle. Here, feel it Donnie." Donnie reached up and felt Justin's arm. "Yeah, I can feel some muscle, Justin. Feels prettyhard too. You got a hard little bump of muscle in your arm." Justin grinned proudly. Deon raised his own arm and flexed. You could actually see the muscle bulging in his arm "Jesus Christ," yelled Freddie. "Look at the fucking muscle in Deon's arm. Fuck, man, you already built some muscle!" He reached up and felt Deon's black bicep. "Fuckin'hard, man. Your muscle's fuckin' hard. Way to go man." Deon grinned. Wow, he thought to himself.

Suddenly Mike and Tony barged into the group. "You little Snake-eyes showin' off your muscles to your dweeb friends? Fuck, you ain't got no muscles. You played football for one day and you already think you got muscles? Gimme a break. Geez, what a bunch of fuckin' stick boy losers. Feel some real muscle smashing yoursoft little guts." At that, the two bullies pulled back their right arms and smashed their fists into Justin's and Deon's guts. Then they did it again with the left arm and then their right arm. The boys buckled over in pain. "Yeah, that's muscle," said Tony. "Last night we gut-punched some guys until they were dead. The Thugs totally rule. We punched 'em sohard they started spitting out their guts. Yeah, and we rule you too. Your little guts feel like mush to our big fists. We're so strong we could kill you, just like we did in the video game last night. Now give us the money, you little weaklings." Deon looked up from his buckled up body and said 'We ain't got no money. We brought our own lunches today. We brought our own football player food." Mike scowled and smashed his fist again into Deon's gut. Tony did the same to Justin. "Shit! Well, we'll just take all the money from these other little dweebs. Give it up boys or your guts will get smashed the same as the Snake-eyes. Donnie, Freddie and two other wimps looked at Justin and Deon, buckled over in pain, and then looked at Mike and Tony's clenched fists and arms. They reached in their pockets and handed them their money. "Just wait," yelled Deon as thebig Thugs swaggered away.

Justin and Deon ate their protein shake between classes, and they were still hungry at lunchtime. Donnie, Freddie and the two other dweebs had nothing to eat because the Thugs had taken their money. On the other hand, Justin and Deon each had fourbig sandwiches, some vegetables and lots of milk. They wanted to share their food with their friends but Donnie stopped them with his hand. "No, don't give us any of your food, Justin. Eat all that food so you can keep building those muscles. We can go without lunch today. We want you to getbig and strong so you can kick the Thugs' asses. We want you to smash those Thugs so fucking hard they'll wish they were never born." All the boys nodded their heads as Justin and Deon started wolfing down their sandwiches. "Yeah," said Freddie. "And if you want more food, we can go get some from our other friends. There are lots of kids here who would give some of their food to you." Deon nodded as he chewed like an animal. The muscles in his jaw and face were bulging as he ripped his white teeth into the chicken. He had never been this hungry before. Beforelong , the boys had finished all their food. "I'm still hungry," said Deon. "Me too," said Justin. At that, the four little nerds jumped up from the table and started going around the lunchroom, talking to the other ninth graders. Soon they returned with eight more halves of meat and chicken sandwiches, one half given up by the other little nerds in the class who had been bullied by the Thugs. Justin and Deon chomped into the sandwiches with their teeth, ripping the food into their mouths and chewing the protein-rich nutrients with their jaw muscles chewing rapidly. The other boys watched their eating in amazement. Then they washed down their food with the milk. "Umm good," said Justin, rubbing his stomach which was still sore from the pounding it took that morning. "Yeah," said Deon. "I can't believe how much we ate."

Two hours later the boys were done with classes and went to the gym for their workout and football practice. Some of the other members of the Muscle Club were there already, changing out of their street clothes. "Puttin' on some muscle, men?" said Marcus as he looked at the boys' bodies. "Yeah!" yelled Deon. "Look at this." He flexed his arm and his bicep muscle appeared, bulging at the top and covered with a little vein. "That wasn't there yesterday!" Justin flexed his chest in a lat pose. "Look at my lats. I'm buildin' some lats. I didn't have any lats yesterday." Sure enough, there were little ridges of muscle under Justin's armpits, lat muscles that had sprung up overnight. "Fantastic," said Marcus. "You're really coming along fast. Lets go weigh you."

The boys went up to the scale and Justin jumped on. Marcus adjusted the balance weight. "One hundred seventeen pounds," said Marcus. "Fuck," yelled Justin. "I gained two pounds already. Two pounds in one day!" Deon pushed Justin off the scale and jumped on himself. Marcus adjusted the balance weight. "One hundred eighteen pounds," he said. "Holy shit," yelled Deon. "Three fucking pounds of muscle. I already gained three pounds. Shit, all that food we've been eating has turned into muscle!" He and Justin turned around and faced the mirror in the gym. All they were wearing was their training shorts. "Our bodies look a lot harder," said Deon as he flexed his new muscles. "Yeah," said Justin. "Look at our muscles. They're really bulging. And our fat seems to be going away. We're losing fat and gaining muscle. Look, I can almost see my abs." He flexed his abs and a slight six pack was barely visible under his skin, which still had some fat underneath it. "That fat will be gone next week," said Marcus confidently. "Then you'll be solid muscle. You each gained more than five pounds of muscle, 'cause you're burnin' off the fat. You're turning into solid muscle." The boys smiled and gave each other high fives. "Yeah!" they yelled.

They raced to put on their shoes and get out to the gym to do their workout. Ryan and Marcus led them through the exercises again, making sure they used the right techniques and forcing them to use the heaviest weights possible. And they were stronger in all their exercises than they were yesterday. Their bench had gone from 60 to 70 pounds and their curl from 30 to 35. Their other exercises went up as well. All that new muscle was making them stronger and stronger. The 60 pound bench which they could hardly do for a few reps yesterday was now their warmup weight for today. They cranked out 15 reps easy and then did they work poundages with 65 and 70 pounds, forcing their muscles to the max in their fourth set which they did to failure with three reps. The felt their pecs and could feel the hot muscle throbbing, filled with muscle-building blood, pumped to a degree they had never felt before. "God that feels good," said Justin as he felt his small but bulging pecs. His whole body was pumped and sweaty. Getting such a pump felt so good. "My whole body feels terrific, almost like I'm having sex. That pump feels so good." he said. "Yeah,", said Ryan. "Liftingbig weights and getting pumped sends surges of hormones through your body. It's almost as good as having sex. I get so turned on after ahard workout my cock's totally hard."

The boys finished their workout and then did their football practice. They had so much energy it was unbelievable. It was like they were new boys. They could tell they were stronger and faster on the field. They knew they were going to be great football players. After the practice, they took their showers with the other players. Now they were flexing their muscles at each other and the other players, showing off their new muscles that weren't there yesterday. The other players flexed back, showing off theirhuge super strong muscles. Yeah, this team loved their muscles. Ryan came up to Justin and whispered in his ear. "You and Deon show up at my house tomorrow at two. Eat a good lunch first. I got a gym in the garage and we're gonna work out realhard. Then Marcus and me are gonna fuck the shit outta you guys - and you're gonna blow off some loads too." He rubbed his cock which was semi-hard. Then he grabbed Justin's hand and rubbed it all over his wet body, letting the little guy feel his huge, hard muscles and his semi hard cock. He whispered his address in Justin's ear. "Oh fuck," said Justin as he felt the big blond's rock hard muscles and ten inch cock, which was now rock hard. Justin's cock was hard too and he came right there as he felt Ryan's body, spurting his cum all over Ryan's abs. Ryan grinned. He knew his body was a total turn on.

Justin and Deon left the gym so excited it was unbelievable. Tomorrow was Saturday and they couldn't wait for their hard workout. They flexed their little muscles and drank another protein shake. They loved being in the Muscle Club and building muscles. They atehuge dinners cooked by their mothers, who were buying all the good food on the list given to the boys by the Club. They drank another protein shake before bed. Then they ate ahuge breakfast of eggs, steak and toast, with orange juice and a quart of milk. Each of their meals had way more protein in it than all three meals before they started working out. Plus they were drinking three protein shakes each day, each one with more protein than any of their previous meals. They were now eating ten times as much protein as they did before they joined the Muscle Club, and all that protein was turning into muscle in their bodies.

Saturday morning they went to the health food store and bought a huge supply of protein shakes and some creatine. The creatine, along with the steroids, would help their muscles grow faster and bigger. They wanted to gethuge. They drank a protein shake and ate some creatine. Then they went home and had a big lunch at Justin's house - they each ate four thick tuna fish sandwiches and a quart of milk. Then they went over to Ryan's house for their workout.

Ryan and Marcus were waiting for them in the garage. They were dressed in green workout shorts and nothing else. Their bodies looked awesome. The garage had been converted to a weight room, with a bench, a squat rack, a leg press machine, a pulley machine and lots of weights. There was abig mirror on the wall and a mat on part of the floor. When the boys entered the garage, Ryan closed the door. "The Muscle Club is secret," he said. "Strip off your clothes," he ordered. Justin and Deon stripped off their shirts and shorts and their shoes too. Ryan and Marcus ripped off their own shorts. The boys were all now totally naked. Marcus faced the mirror and pulled Justin next to him. "Ahuge black muscle dude and a skinny white dweeb," he said, looking at their reflections. Justin nodded, looking at Marcus' huge body standing next to him. Marcus' arms were as big as Justin's legs. And Marcus' legs were as big as Justin's waist - and each leg was filled with rock hard muscle. His shoulders were at least a foot wider than Justin's shoulders, capped with inches of hard, striated muscle. His chest was enormous, with huge pecs and lats, tapering down to a narrow waist with washboard abs and hard flexor muscles. And his huge uncut cock hung like a big hose off his athletic crotch. "You're gonna have a body like this, white boy. When Ryan and me are done with you, you're gonna behuge." Justin's cock started getting hard as he thought about getting a body like Marcus. "Time to work out, white boy. Time to build some muscle. Today we're gonna do upper body. Tomorrow we're gonna do legs. Bench press is first."

The boys did a warmup set of bench presses, now using 70 pounds as their warmup weight. They cranked out 15 reps easy. "Fuck," yelled Deon. "That's 20 more pounds than I could press three days ago! And it feels like a feather. Jesus Christ." He ran his hands over his pecs, feeling thehard muscles bulging underneath his black skin. "I got muscle I didn't have before. I'm getting a pump and I got hard muscle. Fuck!" Ryan smiled. "Let's add 10 pounds. Let's make that muscle grow." The bar was now at 80 pounds. The boys did 10 reps, not even slowing down. "Another 10," said Ryan. "Pump up those muscles real big. Get 'em real pumped and real strong." The bar was now at 90 pounds, 50% more weight than the boy's maximum bench three days before. Justin got under the bar and pressed up the weight. "Fucking strong!" he yelled when he got to the top. Then he cranked out eight more reps, needing a spot from Ryan for the last two. His muscles were exhausted, but they were pumped beyond belief. He flexed his pecs in the mirror as saw the muscle bulging. "Wow," he yelled. "I feel so good. I feel so strong." Deon got under the bar and started pressing. You could see the fibers in his pecs bulge with each press. His delts and triceps were also bulging tremendously as they pressed up the heavy bar. He did 10 reps, one more than Justin, with a spot for the last two. "Fucking strong," he yelled as he jumped up off the bench and flexed his arms in the mirror. "Fucking muscles and fucking strong!" He could see his pumped up muscles bulging in the mirror. "Yeah," said Marcus. "You're lookin' pretty good. Gettin' strong too. Ten more pounds, nigger. You guys are gonna bench 100 pounds. You're gonna strain those muscles sohard they're gonna be way bigger and way stronger for their next workout. You're gonna push those muscles beyond the pain barrier. You're gonna force 'em to growhuge and strong!"

Justin got under the 100 pound bar. He looked at the heavy weights, weights that he couldn't have touched just three days before. He lowered the bar and pressed it up, yelling "Yeah!" when he got to the top. Then he did two more reps, with a spot from Ryan for both of them. Threehard reps. Real hard reps. His pecs were burning, but he still felt so good. He felt like a superman, pushing up all that weight. "Stronger than shit!" he yelled as he flexed his bulging pecs in the mirror. He rubbed his hands over the muscle, feeling thehard fibers under his skin. The fibers felt real hard, like cords of steel. His muscles had never felt like this before. Deon felt his friend's pecs and said, "Getting big and hard, white boy. But not bigger and harder than my pecs. Watch me lift that little weight." Deon was getting real cocky. He knew he was getting real strong, and he knew he was putting on muscle like crazy. Justin was cocky too. All that testosterone coursing through their bodies made them feel like total studs. Deon got under the bar and pushed it up. "No spot," he yelled as he lowered the heavy iron to his black chest. Then he pushed it up His chest muscles bulged as he pressed up the heavy bar. His delts and arms also showed real muscle which was bulging under his black skin. In three days he had built lots of muscle on his pecs, delts and arms. He got the bar to the top and yelled, "Fucking stud!" Then he lowered the bar and cranked out two morehard reps with a spot from Marcus. He jumped up off the bench and flexed his muscles in the mirror. His muscles were aching, but he felt so good and he knew they were gonna grow. The pump he had in his chest was enormous. His chest had never felt or looked like this before. "Those two assholes are sure gonna be sorry what they did to us," he said as he looked at Justin and his bulging muscles in the mirror. "We're gonna get so fuckin'big and strong. Those motherfuckers are gonna meet some real Thugs. We're not gonna be video game Thugs. We're gonna be real Thugs that are gonna smash 'em up so bad they'll wish they were dead." Justin grinned and yelled, "Fuck yeah," and flexed his arms in the mirror. Ryan and Marcus figured out that the assholes were bullies who were going to get their asses kicked. They smiled. They had done the same thing to some bullies when they were freshmen. It's fun being a member of the Muscle Club.

The boys worked their chests, backs, shoulders and arms during this brutal workout. In each exercise they were at least 50% stronger than they had been three days before. Their muscles were just sprouting on their bodies, popping up and bulging where no muscle was before. Ryan and Marcus guided them on how to do the exercises in the correct way and forced them to use the heaviest weights possible. They did four sets of each exercise, one warmup with the maximum weight they couldlift before and then on to the heavier weights. Their bodies started sweating and they drank lots of Gatoraid to replentish their water. Half way though the routine they ate abig energy-protein shake. Finally they did sets of exercises for their abs - crunches, leg lifts and hanging bar leg lifts. Their abs felt so sore, but they also felthard. They were growing big and strong just like the rest of their muscles. At the end of their two hour workout the boys were completely exhausted. They had worked their muscles beyond the pain barrier, beyond anything they had done before. They had worked them harder than they had ever been worked before. Their upper bodies were totally fatigued. But yet they felt so alive. Their muscles were totally pumped and alive with muscle building blood. They felt that great rush of adrenaline surging through their bodies, adding on to the massive amount of testosterone that was also surging through their blood. They felt sobig, so powerful, so strong. They felt like studs.

They looked at their pumped bodies in the mirror and flexed their muscles. Their abs were now showing under their skin. You could clearly see their six packs. Their chests were bulging with pec muscle and their lats were showing under their armpits. Their shoulders now had a layer of muscle covering the bone - their shoulders had grown aninch wider in just these three days. And their arms now had muscle in them. Their biceps bulged with brand new muscle and their triceps popped out as they flexed their arms. Their forearms were bigger too, with veins covering the muscle that was being added at warp speed. Their cocks started gettinghard as they watched their flexing muscle. Ryan and Marcus stood next to them and started flexing too. The four boys flexed their muscles and their cocks sprang up and became rockhard as they looked at their bodies. "Time for some fucking," said Ryan, as he spun Deon around to face him and pushed him down to his knees before his rockhard ten inch cock. The big white jock was gonna fuck the little black boy and the big black jock was gonna fuck the little white boy.

And fuck they did, first with a blow job and then with an ass fuck. After their ass fuck, the big boys switched their fuckees and fucked their asses too. Then they fucked the pledges again and again. At the same time, the little fuckees shot their rocks as they felt the giant muscles andhuge cocks of their fuckers. At the end of an hour, they had all shot their loads five times. The eroticism was amazing as their teenage hormones allowed them to cum again and again, surging sexual bliss throughout their bodies. Cum was dripping all over the mat and oozing out of the asses of the little fuckees. "God it's great to be a member of the Muscle Club," said Deon as he lay on the mat looking at his own body and the bodies of the other three Muscle Club members, rippling with muscle, soaked with sweat and dripping with cum.

Then Ryan brought out two syringes and shot Justin and Deon with another load of steroids. "Gonna get huge," he said as he shot the liquid into their asses. "Come back tomorrow at the same time for your leg workout. And some more fucking." The boys nodded, put on their clothes and floated out the door. It was like they were in heaven.

They continued eating huge amounts of food, plus their creatine and protein shakes. They spent two hours working out their legs and abs on Sunday. They could hardly stand up after that workout, but they still got off five times with Ryan and Dustin, who rammed theirbig cocks up their little asses. And they got another shot of steroids. The hormones in their bodies were raging. They had never felt so strong and cocky in their lives. Their bodies were surging with muscle building testosterone and all the protein they were eating. They were putting on strong muscle so fast it was scary. Monday was Labor Day, so they took the day off and rested their bodies, while continuing to eat tons of food, protein shakes and supplements. They could see the muscles growing in their bodies. They knew they were heavier and stronger. They could hardly wait for school on Tuesday.

 

Part 6

Tuesday morning arrived and the boys ate a huge breakfast. They packed their backpacks with a big lunch and protein shakes. They now had a swagger as they walked to School. They felt big and strong and cocky. They entered the school yard and walked up to their dweeb friends Donnie and Freddie. "We had two brutal workouts over the weekend," said Justin. "And we've been eating like crazy. I weighed myself on my scale this morning and now I weigh 128. I've fucking gained 13 pounds of muscle in a week. Actually I've gained more muscle than that, 'cause I've lost all my fat." Deon grinned. "Fuck, I'm up to 130. Fifteen pounds heavier and I ain't got no fat either. We're both solid muscle. And that muscle's getting' bigger and stronger every day. We're fucking working out like wild men and eating like animals. We're gettin' big and strong! Nothin' but muscle on these bodies." He and Justin pulled up their shirts and revealed their eight pack abs. "Feel our abs, dweebs. Feel some real muscle." Donnie put his hand on Justin's abs and Freddie but his hand on Deon's abs. "Holy shit," yelled Donnie. "That muscle is so fuckin' hard! It feels like a washboard. Like corrugated iron. Oh my fucking God!" Justin smiled. Freddie was almost frozen as he felt Deon's rock hard abs. "Jesus Christ," he mumbled as he ran his fingers over the ridges of muscle. Deon grinned as he saw the impact his new muscles was having on the little dweeb. He grabbed the sleeve of his tee shirt and pulled it up. Then he flexed his arm. A big bicep now sprang up where there was only a little bump before. His paper thin black skin showed the fibers of muscle bulging in that bicep, which was covered with several big veins. "Look at that fucker, Freddie" said Deon. "I can curl twice as much as I could a week ago. That muscle's gotten real big and real strong. Go ahead. Feel it." Freddie put his fingers on the hard muscle and squeezed. "Oh my God," he said. "It feels like a rock. It's as hard as a rock. I can't make even a tiny dent in that muscle." Deon smiled. "That's fuckin' right, you little dweeb. That muscle's getting real big and real hard and real strong." Justin pulled up his sleeve and flexed his bicep for Donnie, who was aghast at the size and hardness of the new muscle. "I feel like such a wimp next to you," he said as he looked at and felt Justin's big arm. "You're putting on muscle so fast I can't believe it. You're turning into a muscle kid." Justin laughed. "Yeah, wimp boy. A big muscle kid and a little wimp boy. You like that, little boy?" Donnie nodded his head as he felt Justin's muscles, now rubbing his fingers over his delts, pecs and lats. Justin flexed his muscles as Donnie felt them. Donnie couldn't believe what had happened to his friend. Justin looked down and saw Donnie's rock hard cock. "You like my muscles, don't you Donnie. You like my big new muscles." Donnie looked into Justin's sky blue eyes and nodded his head. Justin smiled. The little wimp was admiring his muscles just like Justin admired the huge muscles of the Muscle Club members. The little wimp was really into his body. Justin whispered into his ear, "Meet me after football practice outside the gym. Me and Deon will be all hot and pumped up. You're gonna feel some big muscle, wimp boy." He reached over and grabbed Donnie's hand and put it on his own cock which was now hard. Donnie gulped. Then he nodded his head. He could hardly wait for school to be over.

All of a sudden Freddie said, "Oh shit. Here come the Thugs." The boys looked over and saw Mike and Tony approaching. "Get your fat butts outta here, assholes," said Deon as the Thugs got there. The mouths of Mike and Tony dropped open as they heard this. They had never heard these wimps give them that kind of shit before. Their eyes got a fierce look. They were enraged. They made a fist with their right arms and drove a punch right into the guts of Justin and Deon. However, instead of the dull thud of their big fists ramming deep inside their guts, there was a hard smacking sound as their knuckles bounced off the brick walls of muscle of Justin's and Deon's abs. They sure weren't expecting this. "Owwww," yelled Mike as he pulled back his arm. His hand was hurting real bad. "Did you hurt your little hand?" said Justin as he pulled up his shirt. "Looks like your hand hit a wall of solid muscle." The Thugs eyes widened as they looked at Justin's abs. Then Deon pulled back the sleeve of his shirt and flexed his arm. "Check it out, fuckface," said Deon. "I've gotten twice as strong in a week. Look at that muscle." "Fuck," said Tony, not quite believing what he was seeing. But the Thugs still outweighed the boys by 30 pounds and they were used to doing whatever they wanted to Justin and Deon. They grabbed the boys' arms and twisted them up their backs. Justin and Deon pushed back and the Thugs noticed how much stronger they were. They were now almost as strong as the big bullies. But the Thugs were stronger and shoved their arms until they were screaming with pain. "So you put on a little muscle. It's nothing compared to us. You ain't shit compared to us." But their eyes were wide as they saw the muscles and felt the strength of their formerly weak prey. They decided to let go and they didn't even demand money from the 9th graders. They were stunned. They walked away, looking at Justin and Deon with a worried look in their eyes. "Wait till next week," yelled Deon. He turned to Donnie. "The way we're puttin' on muscle, those guys will be toast."

The boys had a tough workout with weights and then a brutal football practice. They could now lift way more than twice as much as they could the week before. Their bodies had lost all their fat and were solid muscle. And when they stripped their shirts, their muscles bulged with steel like hardness. Some other members of the Muscle Club slapped them on their shoulders, which were now covered with muscle. "Putting on the muscle real fast, ain't you guys. You guys are lookin' strong. Lookin' big and strong." They laughed and flexed their giant arms. "Gonna be as strong as us. Gonna be a fuckin' stud!" The boys looked at those huge guns and flexed their own arms. Their biceps sprang up like baseballs, now bulging with muscle. "Yeah," said Justin. "Gettin' real big and real strong." He and Deon reached into their backbacks and took out a big protein drink. Then they drank it down so fast. "We're hungry all the time. We get hungry right after we eat. We're eatin' so much food it's amazing. And all that food is turning into muscle." The big guys smiled. "Yeah, eat and work out like you're animals. You're doin' great." The big guy reached out and felt Deon's arm. "Yeah," he said as he felt the bulging muscle as Deon flexed. Deon smiled. Justin and Deon grabbed another protein shake and wolfed that down too. That should last them an hour or so. Then they'd be ravenously hungry again.

Donnie was watching the boys practice football from the sidelines. He could see how much stronger they were by the way they ran and tackled other guys. And they were cocky too. All that testosterone was coursing through their bodies, making them confident, aggressive and swaggering. After practice, they walked up to the little wimp. Justin flexed his arm in Donnie's face. "Solid muscle, you little shit. Deon and me are solid muscle. Big, strong muscle. You're still a little nerd. You're still a fucking little wimp." Donnie looked in awe at the boys' sweaty bodies. He couldn't believe how much muscle they had built in such a short time. He breathed in the hot smell of their jock sweat. His cock was rock hard.

Justin grabbed Donnie's thin, stick-like arm and pulled him over to the side of the gym where nobody was around. The muscles of these two football jocks were totally pumped, gorged with blood and raging with hormones. All Justin and Deon were wearing were shorts and sneakers. Donnie stared at the bulging muscles of his blond, blue eyed and black classmates. "You lookin' at our muscles? You checkin' out our bodies? You like our big muscles?" yelled Deon. Donnie nodded his head. Then they flexed their biceps. Justin looked at Donnie with his sky blue eyes, his light blond hair showing off all the light of the sun. His skin was tan and covered with sweat. His arms bulged into baseballs of muscle, with fibers visible under his thin skin and veins pulsating with blood covering the muscle. Deon's sweaty black skin showed off his new muscles like he was a Greek statue. Every fiber was visible in his arms. Besides his big biceps and triceps, he also had fantastic forearms which bulged with vein-covered muscle. He looked at the shriveled little Donnie with a look of arrogance in his eyes. "Fuckin' big and fuckin' strong," he said as he flexed his arms. "Way bigger and stronger than you, you little wimp. How's it feel to see your two friends puttin' on all this muscle while you're still a little nerd? How's if feel to see our two muscular bodies right in front of your puny little shitpile?" Donnie looked at their pumped up hot bodies and gulped. Justin reached down and felt Donnie's hard cock. "Your cock's doin' all talking, you little dweeb," said Justin

Donnie reached up and felt Justin's hard bicep with his right hand and Deon's hard bicep with his left hand. There he was, looking at the most beautiful blond and black bodies he had ever seen. His own two friends were changing into musclemen. "Oh fuck. Your muscles are so fucking hard. And they're so big. They're so fucking big and so fucking hard. Oh my fucking god." He rubbed his little dweeb fingers all over their arms, feeling the hard biceps and hard triceps. He moved them to their forearms, feeling the writhing snakes of bulging muscle. Then Justin moved right in front of Donnie and bumped him in the chest. "Big pecs too. Feel how big and hard my pecs are. We can bench our bodyweight now. Pretty soon we'll be benching 200 pounds. Then 250, then 300. We're gonna be 9th graders who can bench press 300 pounds. Think about all that muscle, Donnie. Think about all the strength in that muscle." Donnie rubbed his hands over Justin's bulging pecs, feeling the fibers of twitching muscle under his skin. He felt his hard nipples pushing out of his pecs, hard as iron spikes, being pushed out by the hard muscle underneath. "Oh my god," mumbled Donnie as he felt the muscle. Suddenly Deon bumped Justin aside with his muscular shoulder. "Feel my lats, punk. Feel my fucking wings. I can do 25 pullups easy now. This week we're gonna start adding weights to our pullups, hangin' a big dumbbell on our waists to add more weight. Regular pullups are too fuckin' easy for us. We're gettin' so fucking strong!" Donnie felt Deon's wide lats, slabs of muscle he didn't even have a week ago. The muscle had sprung up on his body like magic, slapped on to his black body by tons of testosterone, fueled by shots of powerful steroids, coursing through his body and the huge amounts of protein he was eating. "Oh fuck," said Donnie, feeling the rock hard muscle. Deon reached over and felt Donnie's back. There was nothing but skinny bone there. Donnie had no lats. His waist was as wide as his chest. "Fuckin' wimp," said Deon, looking at Donnie with a look of muscular contempt. He was so fucking cocky. And Donnie loved it. His cock sprang up even harder in his shorts.

"On your knees, wimp," said Deon as he pushed Donnie down. Donnie looked up at Deon's rock hard abs, corrugated muscles that looked like a washboard. He reached up and felt the muscle, reveling in the hardness of the ridges and the cuts made by the crevices. "Pull down my shorts," yelled Deon. Donnie slowly moved his hands down those rock hard abs and grabbed ahold of the shorts clinging very low on Deon's hips. He felt the hardness of the black boy's flexor muscles that slashed down from his narrow hips to his crotch. Then he pulled the shorts over Deon's big round butt, a butt that was hard with muscle, and down over his thick thighs and bulging calves. He paused to feel the hardness of the black boy's thigh muscles, muscles that had sprung up on his body after set after set of heavy squats and leg lifts. Every day his legs had gotten bigger and stronger. Now he was squatting with much more than his bodyweight on his brawny shoulders. "Fuckin' strong," said Deon as Donnie felt his thighs. "If I hit you I'd smash you down so hard you'd never get up. My legs are fuckin' strong as shit."

As Donnie pulled the shorts over Deon's hard cock, the big weapon sprang out. It was rock hard. Donnie could smell the jock sweat evaporating off Deon's sweaty body. His black pubic hairs were wet with sweat. Deon reached down, grabbed his cock and slapped it a couple of times on Donnie's face. "Big black cock for you to suck, you little wimp. A big black muscle cock for a skinny little wimp."

Donnie was salivating as he felt Deon's rock hard muscles. His eyes roamed from the black boy's abs to his legs to his calves and then to his huge cock and giant balls. His hands followed his eyes, feeling the bulging muscles and Deon's rock hard cock. His nose smelled the jock sweat pouring off the muscle kid's body, sweat produced by his hard workout and football practice. Donnie pressed his nose in towards Deon's crotch so he could smell the sweat even better. "Suck my balls, twerp. Suck by big black balls, you skinny little wimp." Donnie stuck out his tongue and started licking Deon's big balls, feeling their huge size and tasting the sweat as he licked it off his black skin. "Ummmm, feels so good," murmured Deon, as Donnie caressed his genitals. "Feels so good to have my balls sucked by a little dweeb like you. You like my muscles don't you dweeb? You like my big black cock and my huge balls, don't you dweeb? I already got strong muscles and a big cock and you don't got shit." Deon was confident and arrogant. He knew he was a stud. He loved having his stud body worshipped by the little twerp. Donnie murmured in agreement. "Now lick my cock. I'm getting so hot. I'm gonna fuck your face so fucking hard. I'm so turned on I'm gonna fuck and fuck and fuck." Donnie started licking Deon's hard shaft. The big weapon was long and thick and it was pressed almost against the corrugated washboard of Deon's stomach. "Ummmmm," moaned Deon's as the little wimp's tongue caressed his big tool.

Justin was getting totally turned on as he watched Donnie fondle Deon's muscular body and caress his genitals. "Fuck, look at your muscles," said Justin. "Look how they ripple and cut into your skin every time you move. Look at your arms. They're bulging with muscle. Look at your fucking abs. They look like steel. Your whole body's gotten so big and muscular Deon. That little wimp really likes your body. It's unbelievable how much muscle you put on already. Look at all that fucking muscle. Look at the huge cock. Fuck his face, Deon. Fuck the little wimp's face." Justin was almost panting as he watched his muscular black friend. He ripped off his own shorts and stroked his own dick as he watched. He was totally aroused too.

Deon pushed back Donnie's head and said "Open up." Donnie opened his mouth and Deon forced his big black cock inside, ramming it all the way down Donnie's throat. "Oh yeah," yelled Deon as he felt the fantastic sensations of his cock being surrounded by Donnie's tender mouth and throat. "Suck it, wimp," yelled Deon as he started thrusting his hips back and forth. Donnie sucked and licked the huge cock. He couldn't believe how big and hard it was. He wanted to gag as Deon forced the dick into his throat but he didn't. He was in heaven. He wrapped his arms around Deon's legs and felt the big muscles bulge as the muscleboy thrust his cock in and out.

Suddenly Justin came around in back of Deon and wrapped his own hands around Deon's muscular black shoulders. "Ummmm," he said as he rubbed his cock up and down Deon's hard butt, feeling with his cock the firm round muscles bulging underneath the kid's thin black skin and feeling with his fingers Deon's muscular upper body. Justin's arms moved around Deon's hard black torso, feeling his striated delts, his bulging pecs and his steel-like, corrugated abs. Then Justin looked down at his hard cock and spit on it a couple of times. He slowly forced the cock into Deon's round ass, pushing in and then pulling out again and again until his cock was all the way inside. "Feels so fucking good," murmured Justin in Deon's ear as he ran his hands all over the black boy's body. "Your ass is so fucking hot."

Deon was now turned on so much it was unbelievable. He was fucking little dweeb Donnie's face with his big cock and was being fucked himself by his blond muscular friend Justin. He started moving his hips back and forth rapidly, fucking Donnie's little face so fucking hard. Justin held on to his sweaty black body, letting his cock go in and out of his friend's tight ass with each thrust of those black hips. Justin was ravenously aroused also. "Ohhhhh ohhhhhh," yelled Deon, as he came in Donnie's throat, blasting spurt after spurt of jism down the little boy's esophagus. At the same time Justin cried "Fuccccckkkk!" as he shot load after load of jism into Deon's solid ass. Deon's ass was so tight that the cum came out of the tight hole around Justin's cock and dripped down his muscular ass. Finally Donnie came too, shooting cum out of his own little cock, only a small amount compared to the huge amounts of cum shot by Deon and Justin, but he felt so good. Finally, after a few minutes of bliss with Deon's cock rubbing itself inside Donnie's throat and Justin's cock still hard inside Deon's ass, the boys pulled out their cocks. "Fucking hot," said Deon as he rubbed his abs and stroked his cock. "Yeah," said Justin. "Fucking hot as hell." Then he looked at little Donnie, who was still on his knees looking up at the two muscle kids. "I wanna fuck your face too, wimp. I just fucked this hot black stud and now I'm gonna fuck your face. I'm still horny as shit!" So Justin pushed Deon aside and shoved his cock right into Donnie's mouth. "Lick off all the shit, twerp. Lick off all the black stud's shit. I bet that shit tastes good to you. It's the shit of a big black muscle stud." Donnie looked at Justin's hard cock and started sucking. Deon got in back of Justin and slowly rammed his own big cock into Justin's ass. Justin and Deon had another wild fuck. They had so much testosterone in their bodies that they had no trouble cumming again only minutes after their first fuck. Donnie, being the wimp he was, couldn't cum again. He would have to wait for another day.

Three weeks later.

"Lift that fucker up!" yelled Deon. "Lift that fucking iron. I'm lookin' at your fucking muscles. They're big and they're pumped! They're strong as shit!" Justin was doing his last set of military presses. His body was covered with sweat. His deltoids were bulging out with thick striations of muscle. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled back to Deon as he pressed the heavy bar up with his new muscle. "Four.....five....six," yelled Deon as Justin slowly cranked out the last few reps. Deon had to spot the last three painful reps, as Justin blasted his delts beyond the pain barrier to finish his sixth set. Justin lowered the bar to his shoulders and then dropped it to the floor with a huge crash. "A hundred and eighty-five pounds!" yelled Justin, looking at the two 45 pound and two 25 pound plates on the Olympic bar. "Fuck I feel strong. A month ago I couldn't have lifted that weight to my knees. Now I'm pressing it overhead. Fuck!" Deon came over and rubbed his hands on Justin's shoulders. "That muscle's gettin' real thick, white boy. It's gettin' real thick and real strong." Justin turned around and faced the mirror. He was wearing only his training shorts and some sneakers. "Fuck, look at your body," said Deon. "Look at all that fucking muscle." Justin raised his arms up and down a couple of times, looking at his big delts that were bulging on his shoulders like striated cannonballs. His whole torso was fantastically muscular, with thick traps bulging away from his muscular neck, wide lats flaring down from his broad, muscular shoulders and big round pecs striated with muscle fibers bulging out from his chest. His abs were like a washboard of corrugated iron, covering a small 28 inch waist. His bulging shoulders were now almost twice as wide as his narrow athletic hips and his V shape looked incredible in the mirror. His arms were bulging and rippling with muscle, hanging like muscle-packed hams at his side, hams of solid muscular steel. His legs were big and thick, with chiseled bulges of muscle covered with veins. And his calves flared out with two head of solid muscle. His blond hair was cut short. With his blue eyes and blond hair and incredible muscles, he looked like a Nordic god. "Fuckin' white boy stud," said Deon, looking at Justin's body.

"Well look at you, black boy," said Justin, looking over at Deon's body. Deon was standing right next to Justin before the mirror, dressed only in his shorts and sneakers. Deon had finished his last set of presses just before Justin and he did three more reps than Justin in the final set. He was a little bigger and a little stronger than his muscular blond friend. "What do you weigh now black boy, 155? You gained 25 pounds in the last three weeks. I only gained 22, so I'm at 150. You're a fucking black muscle stud. Look at all the fucking muscles on your body." Deon grinned, raised his arms and flexed his biceps. The muscles bulged like big black baseballs, with veins covering the bulging rock-like flesh. "Fuck yeah," said Deon, flexing his arms back and forth. "And we're puttin' on so much muscle so fast, we're gonna be 200 pounds before summer. We're gettin' huge!" Deon and Justin flexed before the mirror, admiring their brand new rock hard muscles. They couldn't believe what had happened to their bodies in a month.

Then the boys heard a deep voice say "Lookin' good, nigger. You're lookin' pretty fucking good." Marcus put his large hand on Deon's shoulder and felt the muscle. "Fuckin' big and fuckin' hard. I better start watchin' out for you." Then he laughed. He grabbed Deon's hand and put it on his own shoulder, a shoulder that was twice as big as Deon's. "You just pressed 185. My shoulders can press 300." He rubbed Deon's fingers on his rock hard delts. "Fuckin' big, ain't it bro? But in a little while you shoulder's gonna big that big too. Three hundred pounds is not gonna be a problem for you nigger. I can just tell. You're gettin' real big and real strong real fast."

"Yeah, you too, white boy," said Ryan, who was looking at Justin. "You're gettin' fucking huge. You look like a magazine fitness model. Look at your fuckin' face and your muscles. Just looking at you gives me a hard on." He rubbed his big cock that was getting hard under his shorts. Then he placed his big hand on Justin's pecs and rubbed it on Justin's hard body, all the way down to his abs and finally his cock. "I'm ready for some hard fucking after the workout," said the big blond muscle stud. Justin nodded, looking at Ryan's huge body. He could hardly wait to have sex with this young muscle god.

Justin and Deon now weighed almost as much as Mike and Tony, who weighed 160 pounds. Except Justin and Deon were solid muscle. Mike and Tony had some muscle, but they had a lot of flab too. They never worked out. They just played video games. Justin and Deon had been working out like wild men. They had been eating tons of food and devouring pounds of protein every day. And they had been getting steroid shots every other day which increased their testosterone levels so high that muscle grew on their bodies like wild flowers in a spring rain. All that protein was turned into solid muscle, muscle that enabled them to add more iron to their exercises with each workout. They worked out so hard that the muscle knew it had to grow even bigger and stronger so it could handle the heavy weights of their next brutal workout. So they got bigger and stronger at an astronomical rate. Justin and Deon had gained 35 to 40 pounds in four weeks. And because they had also lost all their flab, they had actually gained about 50 pounds of solid muscle. And that muscle was strong. Fucking strong.

The morning before this workout, they decided that it was payback time for Mike and Tony, the two bullies who had tormented them for so many years. Fuck, they could bench 300, squat with 375, and curl 120. They knew they were way stronger than Mike and Tony. The bullies had avoided them after hitting their solid abs after their steroid filled bodies' first week of lifting weights. The big thugs picked on some other small kids in school, still not able to control their bullying instincts. Because they had avoided Justin and Deon, they hadn't noticed how much muscle these 14 year old 9th graders had been packing onto their bodies. They figured they were still stronger, but they didn't want to try anything foolish. After all, there were a lot of little guys they could pick on.

Justin and Deon had been wearing sweatshirts every day to school. Only a few other 9th graders knew how much muscle they had been packing onto their bodies. Donnie and Freddie knew, of course, and they really got off on feeling the rock hard muscles of their friends as those muscles grew bigger and bigger. Donnie felt like he was in heaven because he got fucked all the time, orally and anally, by these two muscular boys who seemed to be able to fuck constantly. And their excess testosterone made them so aggressive and dominant. Donnie really liked that. He got to worship their bodies, get fucked by the most muscular black and white 9th graders he had ever seen, and blow his own little cock as they fucked him. They were so aggressive and dominant they could just look at him and he might cum. Yeah, he was in heaven. And he could hardly wait for payback time because he had also been bullied for years by Mike and Tony.

Instead of their usual sweatshirts, Justin and Deon arrived at school wearing white tee shirts. These were tee shirts their mothers had bought them at the beginning of the school year, and at that time they were loose on their 14 year old skinny bodies. But now the boys had added 10 inches of muscle onto their chests. Instead of little 33 inch bony chests, they now had big, muscular 43 inch chests. And those chests were straining those little tee shirts to their limits. You could see their big pecs bulging under the tight fabric, with their hard nipples pointing a bit downward because of all the muscle underneath them. Their lats flared out like wings, straining the tee shirts to their limits. Their shoulders were bulging out thick and wide, forcing the tee shirts to stretch to accommodate all that muscle. Their big arms now filled up all of their sleeves. In fact those muscular guns were bigger than the sleeves and the boys rolled the sleeves up to expose their rippling biceps and triceps. The only part of the shirts that was loose was the bottom, which fit loosely over their tight, narrow washboard waists. They tucked their shirts into their 28 inch shorts, showing off the difference between their broad shoulders and wide lats and their tiny, muscular waists. Their shorts exposed their big calves and strained to contain the bulging quad muscles of their thighs.

They swaggered onto the school yard that morning, and suddenly the heads of every student turned towards them. "Oh my god," said a girl in their class. "Look at all the muscles Justin and Deon got. I can't believe it." She and her friends instinctively moved towards them. A primal urge told them to get closer to those muscular male bodies. Justin looked at the girls and winked. His face was beautiful, with his short blond hair and sky blue eyes. Several of the girls let out an audible gasp as their eyes fixated on Justin's gorgeous face and his muscular body. Then Deon raised his right arm and flexed. His round black bicep bulged in his arm, easily the size of a big baseball. His tricep bulged as well, looking like a football underneath that huge bicep. His forearm looked like a bowling pin made up of a mass of writhing snakes. Veins crisscrossed the bulging muscles of his forearm and bicep. All the rock hard muscle fibers were clearly visible under his paper thin black skin. "Oh fuck," said a girl as she rushed towards him.

When the girls got to the boys, they immediately started running their fingers all over their bulging muscles. The boys flexed for their female admirers. They knew they were now studs and they loved to show off. One of the girls said "What happened to you guys? I didn't know you were so big and muscular." "We been workin' out for football," said Deon. "We're buildin' big muscles real fast. Fuckin' strong muscles." The girls were making cooing sounds as they felt the boys' hard bodies. One of the girls was feeling Deon's washboard abs and then moved her hand down under his shorts. She grabbed his cock which immediately started to get hard. Deon could get hard in 10 seconds. "Fucking hot body and a fucking hot cock," she whispered in Deon's ear. "I want your body and your cock." Deon smiled and whispered back "My cock's always horny bitch. I'm gonna fuck you real good." Deon was cocky and arrogant. The girl sighed while feeling his muscles and his cock. One of the other girls looked Justin in the eyes. Then she put her hand on the back of his head and kissed him, sticking her tongue inside his mouth. He kissed back, sticking his bigger, stronger tongue in her mouth and pulling her into his body. She could feel his big pecs pushing into her boobs. He started humping her with his now hard cock, lifting her up off her feet with his muscular arms and the thrusts of his hips. She felt so light to him. He could deadlift 380 pounds and she only weighed 100. He humped away right in front of the other students, knowing he was now the top dog of all the 9th graders, along with Deon. Finally he dropped the girl and said, "I'll fuck you later." She looked into his beautiful face and nodded.

Then the boys turned away from the girls and headed towards the other 9th grade boys, who were standing there with their mouths open. Only Donnie and Freddie knew how big and muscular Justin and Deon had become. "Holy shit," yelled one kid. "A month ago you were just as skinny as me. Now you got muscles all over your bodies. You got huge!" Justin laughed. "Yeah, workin' out with weights is great. Every day we get heavier and stronger. We've been eatin' like animals and puttin' on muscle like crazy. Feel my pec, wimp. Feel how big and hard that muscle is." The kid put his hand on Justin's pec. Justin flexed and the kid froze. "I can bench 300, kid. Just think how strong that muscle is. About 10 times stronger than yours." The kid was transfixed, thinking about how big and strong his friend had gotten. "Make a muscle," said one of the boys, using the phrase everyone knows means flex your biceps. Both Justin and Deon raised their arms and hit double bicep poses. The boys gasped and immediately started feeling their bulging arms. "Oh fuck," yelled a boy as he ran his fingers over Deon's 15 inch arm. He pushed and he pinched but he couldn't make a dent in the rock hard muscle. "My arm's put on five inches of muscle," said Deon. "It's gotten real big and real hard and real strong. I can curl 120. That's fucking more than you weigh. Here watch." He lowered his arms and put his hands under the skinny boy's armpit and leg. Then he lifted the boy off the ground and started curling him up and down. The muscles in his biceps were bulging as he lifted the boy with ease. They looked like steel cords when they were extended and then they rolled up into a hard ball of muscle at the top of the curl. "Fucking light weight," said Deon as the boys gasped at what they were seeing. "You only weigh 100 pounds. That's nothin' to these big biceps." After 10 reps he dropped the boy on the ground and flexed his arms. "Yeah, that's real muscle," he said as he admired his bulging biceps. The boy looked up at Deon in complete and utter awe.

Justin then got a serious look on his face. "How many of you guys have been bullied by Mike and Tony?" Hands shot up in the air from every one of the little 9th graders. "Well now it's payback time. Deon and me are gonna make those two thugs the most miserable kids that ever lived. They're gonna pay back double for every time they bullied one of us little kids." It was funny that Justin still referred to himself as a little kid even though he was far from little now. But it had only been a month since he was indeed very little. "Those guys are gonna get way more than the video games they play every day. This time they're gonna feel some real muscle. Instead of them blasting all those video enemies they have, and instead of them smashing us with all their stupid video moves, they're gonna get wasted every day by Deon and me. Every day is gonna be hell for those thugs." Justin pointed down at his tee shirt. There was a picture of a cobra snake stenciled on the tee shirt. The outline was black but the snake was white. Its eyes were scary and its fangs looked menacing. Its body was thick with muscle. Deon had another cobra snake on his tee shirt, but it was all black. "The thugs call us the Snake Eyes," said Justin. "'Cause I'm a white snake and Deon's a black snake. Well, now they're gonna feel what some real muscular snakes can do to them. We're not video snakes. We're real snakes. Our muscles look like flexing snakes." He flexed his forearm and the muscles writhed like muscular snakes. "And we're gonna smash 'em! The Snake Eyes are gonna smash those thugs so bad they'll wish they were never born." The skinny boys started yelling their approval. "Yeah, smash the thugs," they yelled. "Twist off their fucking arms. Crush their necks with your big guns. Punch their guts until they buckle over in pain. That's what they did to me." Justin looked over at Deon. "Let's go," he said. They swaggered over to where the 10th graders were, with all the 9th grade dweebs following their muscular leaders.

 

Part 7

As Justin and Deon approached Mike and Tony, who were facing the opposite direction, all the 10th graders stopped talking. They stared at Justin and Deon's muscles, unable to speak. One of them finally raised his arm and pointed. Mike and Tony turned around when the boys were right in front of them. "Holy shit!" yelled Mike as his eyes focused on Deon's bulging chest, shoulders and arms. "Whats up, you fucking asshole" said Deon. "You telling all your buddies about the video game you played? You telling 'em what big thugs you are? You telling 'em about how you fucked up the whole city in the game and then came to school and fucked up some skinny 9th graders, just for fun?" Mike looked over at Tony and then at Justin, who was standing there with his hands on his hips. His white snake was flexing as he flexed his pecs under the tight shirt. "Uh, not exactly," said Mike, twitching nervously. "Remember how you used to bully Justin and me, calling us the Snake Eyes and trying out all the brutal moves you played the night before in your stupid video games? Well guess what, fuckface. The snakes have gotten bigger. And they've gotten stronger. I'm the black snake and Justin's the white snake. Look at the snake's muscles." Deon flexed his own pecs, making his black snake's muscles ripple and bulge on his tee shirt. "Yeah, the snakes have gotten way bigger and way stronger. Way stronger than you, you big fat motherfucker.." Deon raised his arm and flexed his big black bicep right in front of Mike's face. Mike's eyes bulged as he saw the huge 15 inch rippling muscle flexing in front of him.

Justin looked at Tony. "Yeah, we're the snakes you used to crush in the video game. Remember that game, asshole? Remember how you smashed the snakes and then came to school and smashed us? Well, when you play a video game and you get tired, you can just push "Pause" and the game will stop for you. Or you can just turn off the game and you're done. But think about what might happen if the snakes you smashed in the video game popped out of the screen like real snakes. Real snakes who had gotten real big and real strong and hated you so much they wanted smash you day after day after day. You've been sitting around playing video games while we've been lifting tons of iron and puttin' on muscle like crazy. The snakes have gotten big and strong. And you can't turn off the game because the snakes you tortured have now come to life. Video game hell, fuckface. Now you're the prey, not the predator. And you can't turn off the game. We're the fucking snakes, we're stronger than shit and we're gonna give you hell."

At that, Justin smashed his fist into Tony's gut and Deon smashed his fist into Mike's gut. Their fists went all the way through their intestines to their spines. Mike and Tony had never been hit that hard, ever. Each of those arms could bench a dumbbell weighing 120 pounds, and all that power was forced into the bullies' guts at blinding speed. The two thugs collapsed on the ground in pain. There was a huge cheer from the 9th graders. Justin and Deon grabbed the bullies and pulled them to their feet. The bullies were buckled over in abject pain, the same kind of pain they had inflicted for years on their smaller prey. Justin looked at Tony and laughed. "You wanna punch me, asshole? You wanna punch my gut just like you always did? Here, I'll give you a freebee." Justin ripped off his shirt, exposing all the muscles of his torso. There was a gasp from all the kids, 10th graders and 9th graders, as they saw Justin's muscles. Justin's abs were like corrugated steel, a washboard of solid muscle. Above those abs, his pecs were thick round bulges of striated muscle. His erect nipples were pointing downward a bit, because there was so much muscle underneath them. You could see muscle fibers everywhere on his torso, and veins were pressed between the hard muscle and his tan paper thin skin. His neck was thick and muscular, with his big traps forming ridges to each side. His shoulders were capped with inches of thick striated muscle, big melons of powerful muscle. His big arms hung down from those huge shoulders, rippling with muscle fibers and veins. His thick lats flared out under his armpits and tapered down to his narrow waist. Justin's blue eyes twinkled as he saw the effect his body was having on all the kids. He knew he was a stud. But then he got a mean look on his handsome face and said "Hit me in the gut, fuckface. Hit me as hard as you can." Tony looked at that muscular body and froze. "I said hit me!" yelled Justin. "If you don't hit me I'm gonna use these muscles to tear you apart." Tony gulped as Justin hit a most muscular pose, flexing his chest, his shoulders and his arms. The kids gasped at this display of total muscular strength. Tony knew he had no choice. He made a fist, pulled back his arm and smashed it into Justin's abs. "Smaaaaccccck!" His fist had hit a solid brick wall of muscle. It didn't make the slightest dent in the hard fibers. Tony pulled back his fist and rubbed his knuckles and wrist. He had hurt his hand pounding his fist into that stone wall. "Fuck, I couldn't even feel that," said Justin, rubbing his hands over his abs. "Fucking hard as steel. Hit me in the chest. Hit me as hard as you can, you fucking shithead." Tony wrapped his hand around his hurt wrist and shook his head. "Use your other hand, fuckface. You got two fat arms, ya know. Hit me in the chest or I'll pound the shit out of your sick body." Justin made a fist and smashed it into his other hand. Tony shuddered. He made a fist with his left hand and smashed it into Justin's right pec. "Smaaaaccccck!" His fist bounced off the rock solid pec like he had hit a steel plate. To Justin it felt like a little feather hitting his hard muscle. "You are so fucking weak. Weak like a little girl. You're a fucking weakling, you know that asshole?"

Justin reached over and grabbed Tony's arm. "Your arm's full of fuckin' fat. Your muscle is as soft as mush. My muscle's way bigger and it's as hard as steel." Justin flexed his bicep right next to Tony's arm. There was no comparison. Justin's arm was big and it was solid muscle. The bicep formed a huge round baseball sized ball of muscle with fibers bulging and veins showing under Justin's white skin. "Flex your pathetic muscle fuckhead." Tony curled up his arm and flexed. You could kind of see a bicep, but it was soft and covered with fat. "Look at your pathetic arm. Look how fucking flabby and soft it is. This is what an arm should look like. This is a real man's arm. You're just a fuckin' wuss." Justin flexed his arm next to Tony's and laughed. "Fuck yeah," he said, looking at how much bigger and stronger his arm was. Then he grabbed Tony's arm. "Fucking soft as a pillow. Feel what my muscles can do to your fucking wuss arm." Justin squeezed, forcing his thick fingers into Tony's bicep muscle. "Feels like fucking mush," said Justin. He squeezed harder as Tony cried out in pain. "That hurt you, fuckhead? Fuck, I'm not even trying hard. I got so much muscle I can hurt you without even trying hard. Are my big14 year old muscles hurting your big bully body? God it feels good hurting you like this." The muscles in Justin's forearm were writhing like a nest of snakes. "Look at the snakes, motherfucker. Look how the snakes are writhing in my forearm. Those snakes are putting hundreds of pounds of force into my fingers. My fingers are way stronger than your fat bicep." Tony was now crying tears. Justin wriggled his fingers, now pushing them down to the bone. "Fuck yeah," he yelled, watching his big muscles squish that bicep into nothing as Tony cried out in pain. Then he let go.

"You got too much fat on your fucking body, you big wuss. Gimme your lunch money. You two bullies don't need to eat any lunch. You can just live off your fucking fat. Gimme the money fuckhead." Without letting Tony answer, he smashed his fist into the bully's chest, knocking him back three feet. At the same time, Deon threw a hard punch at Mike, saying "gimme your money asshole." The two bullies pulled out their wallets and handed all their money to Justin and Deon. They knew they didn't have a choice. The muscle kids took the money and walked over to the 9th graders and tossed it into the crowd. "Here's part of what they owe you. You'll be getting a lot more every day from now on." The kids grabbed the money and were squealing with glee. Tony and Mike gulped, realizing that this was going to be happening to them every day.

Justin turned back to Tony. "You thugs thought you were strong, but next to us you're total weaklings. We're like five times stronger than you are. You're both fucking weaklings. What did you two thugs used to do to weaklings?" The bullies stood there petrified. One of the 9th graders yelled out "They beat us up. They always beat us up!"

Deon laughed. "Yeah, they did didn't they. And that's what the snakes are gonna do right now. We're gonna beat up these fucking thugs. You're weaklings compared to us and we're gonna fuck you up real good. And guess what motherfuckers? This is gonna happen every day. And you can't turn off the game!" At that, Justin and Deon started smashing their fists into the bullies' fat bodies. The bullies were still a little heavier, but they didn't have anywhere close to the amount of muscle the boys had. They were fat and they never worked out while Justin and Deon had added 50 pounds of rock hard muscle to their bodies, bodies that were now so ripped and strong it was beyond belief. The muscle kids pounded the bullies unmercifully, and every time the bullies hit their muscular bodies, the blows bounced off like nothing. Those kids were invincible. After about two minutes of this thrashing, the muscle kids wrapped their arms around the necks of the bullies and flexed their biceps. "We're gonna do a head pop," said Deon. "We're gonna pop your heads right off your bodies, just like the video game. And we got the muscles to do it!" He flexed his big bicep and it smashed itself into Mike's neck, crushing his windpipe. "God that feels good," said Deon, as Mike turned red. Deon flexed and unflexed his arm a dozen times, hearing and feeling the big muscle bash itself into the poor bully's neck, crushing more and more windpipe. Then he flexed real hard and held it, watching his rock hard muscle smash that fat neck. "Fuckin' strong muscle!" yelled Deon. Mike started drooling and gasping. He couldn't breath. Finally, Deon pulled his arm up, pulling on Mike's chin like he was going to snap his head right off his body. "Time for a head pop," said Deon. Mike's eyes were wild with fear. Never was there more panic in someone's eyes. Deon held this position for 30 seconds, as total fear swept through Mike's body. Then Deon let go and pushed the trembling bully to the ground. "See ya later, fuckhead" he said. He and Justin strutted away with all the 9th graders cheering and yelling at them. Mike and Tony were writhing in pain on the ground.

That morning at school was great. The muscle kids used to be very quiet and reserved. They were so skinny they didn't want to call any attention to themselves. Now, after gaining 50 pounds of solid muscle, their personalities were totally different. Shot after shot of steroids had pumped so much testosterone into their bodies that they were supremely confident, cocky and arrogant. They swaggered through the school, letting the girls and some of the boys feel their muscles. Even the teachers treated them with more respect. They walked into their math class wearing their tight fitting snake tee shirts and the male teacher's jaw dropped open. "Geez, you guys really look good," he said. "Thanks, Mr. Kelly," said Justin as he raised his arms and flexed. Mr. Kelly looked at those huge muscles and then at Justin's beautiful eyes and face. A bulge started appearing under Mr. Kelly's pants. "Look at my abs," said Deon, not to be outdone by his blond friend. He raised his shirt and flexed his eight pack. "Twenty eight inches," said Deon. "Solid muscle." Mr. Kelly now had a full hard on. "Very nice," he said as he looked at Deon's abs and compared them to his big chest. Then he looked at his ruggedly handsome black face sitting on top of a thick, muscular neck surrounded by big bulges of trap muscles. "Workin' out for football," said Deon. "We've been liftin' weights like crazy and eatin' tons of good food. We've been packin' on so much muscle we can add more weight every day. We're really strong." Deon hit a most muscular pose, showing off the big, striated muscles of his chest, shoulders and arms. Mr. Kelly gulped. "Yeah, I can tell," he said. "Watch," said Deon. He bent down and picked up his desk. He lifted it to his shoulders and then pressed it overhead. He lowered the desk and pressed it up again. "This is real easy," he said. "The desk probably weighs about 50 pounds. I can press 180 pounds, so this feels like a feather." Mr. Kelly watched Deon's muscles working as he pressed the desk up and down like a toy. His delts were bulging from his shoulders and his arms looked like huge pistons of muscle power. Deon put down the desk and flexed his arms in front of his awestruck teacher. "Real strong," he said. Mr. Kelly's eyes were bulging out of his head as he stared at Deon's muscles. Justin came over and put his arm next to his teachers' arm. Keeping his arm straight, he flexed his bicep, his tricep and his forearm. "Look how big my arm is, Mr. Kelly. My muscle's twice as big as yours. Feel it Mr. Kelly. It's as hard as rock." Mr. Kelly reached over and felt Justin's arm, starting with his bulging bicep and tricep and then moving down to his bowling pin writing snake forearm. Fibers of muscle were bulging under his white skin. Veins crisscrossed everywhere, surging with protein filled blood. The muscle was hot and it was as hard as warm marble rock. Mr. Kelly squeezed but he couldn't make even a small dent in the bulging fibers. Mr. Kelly's arm started shaking as he felt the big, hard muscles of Justin's arm.

Mr. Kelly treated these boys very well. If the work was hard, he said he would give them special help after class. He treated them much better than he treated the other students. Yeah, you get respect with muscles.

At lunchtime, the boys ate four big meat sandwiches and a quart of milk. Some of the 9th graders gave them some of their protein-filled food too. They had voracious appetites. They got up from their chairs and patted their full stomachs. "Need lots of food to feed these big muscles," said Deon as he flexed his arm in front of the 9th graders. The he looked across the room. "Let's go fuck up the thugs." Justin smiled and nodded his head. They got up and headed over to where Mike and Tony always sat. The big thugs didn't have any money to buy lunch, but a couple of guys had given them half of their sandwiches, which they were now eating. Justin and Deon came up to where they were sitting and jerked the guys sitting next to them off their seats. They didn't say "excuse me. " They just jerked them away and sat down. Any friend of the thugs didn't deserve any politeness. "I'm still hungry," said Justin looking at Mike. "I ate four meat sandwiches and some other good stuff, but these muscles need more food. I just finished eating and I'm still hungry. I'm always hungry. I'm gonna arm wrestle you for your food. The winner gets it all." He put up his arm. His shirt was so tight that he had pulled it up to expose his shoulder. You could see his bulging delt and his whole arm, an arm just bristling with muscle fibers. Even though he wasn't flexing the muscle, you could see the fibers under his white skin with veins surging with blood. Mike hesitated. "Put up your fucking arm, wuss. Fight like a man." Mike looked into Justin's sky blue eyes and saw the determination in his handsome face. He put up his arm and locked grips with the 9th grade musclekid. He was surprised how thick and calloused Justin's hand was. It was full of muscle and calloused from hours and hours of lifting heavy iron. "My hand feels a lot different than your stupid video control, don't it. Now you're u against a real man with real muscles. My big hand could crush your hand like a grape." Justin squeezed his fingers, crushing Mike's hand like it was nothing. Justin looked into Mike's eyes and smiled. Then he looked down at his bulging forearm. "Yeah, real muscle," he said.

"Ready, set, go!" yelled Deon. Mike forced his arm forward. His arm was fairly big, but it was soft and spongy. Justin's arm was way bigger, it was solid muscle and it was hard as a rock. Mike pressed as hard as he could but Justin's arm didn't move at bit. In fact it didn't even look like it was flexing very hard. Mike's face was red and his teeth were clenched because he was straining so hard. Finally he managed to push Justin's hand down until it was about an inch from the table. He felt some hope. Maybe he could win. But then the movement stopped. It was like he had hit a brick wall. A brick wall of Justin's muscle. After 20 seconds or so he looked up at Justin's face. Justin was calm and smiling, like he was pressing on a feather. "Is that all you got, fuckface?" said Justin. "You're so fucking weak. You're such a fucking weakling. Feel a real man's muscle!" At that, Justin ordered his arm to explode with power. His big bicep flexed instantly, popping up under his thin skin. In a fraction of a second, Mike's arm was smashed down onto the table. Justin held it there for a few seconds, looking at his big muscles and the helplessness of the former thug. "I win," he said, "I'm always gonna win." He grabbed Mike's sandwich and wolfed it down. Then he grabbed his drink and gulped it all down too. Mike just sat there stunned.

Next, Deon smashed Tony's arm to the table and gobbled down his food. Then he grabbed Tony's wrist and twisted it up his back. "Fucking fat weakling arm," he said. "You're so fucking weak I can't even feel you fighting back. I can tear your fucking arm right off your body. Look how easy it is. I'm so fucking strong you can't even fight back." He raised Tony's arm higher and higher on his back. Deon's muscles were bulging as they forced the helpless bully's arm higher and higher. Tony started crying out in pain. Pain was shooting through his shoulder as his tendons and ligaments were being ripped apart by Deon's strong muscles. Tears were running down his face. Finally there was a "pop" sound that came from his shoulder. The tremendous force of Deon's muscles had popped his arm loose from his shoulder. A surge of pain enveloped his whole shoulder and arm. It was dislocated. Deon let go and the arm fell down like a helpless, unmoving appendage. That arm would be out of commission for months. "Fucking wuss," said Deon. "Remember the video game when you did that to people on the screen. Then you came to school and did it to us. You weren't strong enough to pop our arms, but you made us cry. But now I'm strong enough. I'm strong enough to pop your fucking fat arm right off your body. You're not shit to my muscles." He flexed his arm right in front of Tony's nose, grabbed the back of his head and then rubbed Tony's crying face in his hot pumped upper arm. The tears from Tony's eyes covered Deon's flexed upper arm. "Feels so good to feel your tears on my big arm. Makes me feel real good to have a bully's tears on my arm." Justin looked at Mike. "Tomorrow it'll be your turn," he said, flexing his arm. "I'm gonna love popping your fucking arm." Mike gulped. The musclekids turned around and left.

Tony and Mike were terrified. Their school day had been absolute hell. Their lives had been turned from the pleasures of bullying weaker kids to the misery of being beat up themselves. They were being beat up by 14 year old muscle kids who were so strong it was unbelievable. And the muscle kids were going to do this to them every day. They said they had a lot of paying back to do. The bullies frantically thought of what they could do.

The first thing they did was go to the nurses office with Tony's dislocated shoulder. The nurse took a look at the shoulder and said "Go over to the gym and see Coach Phillips. He can pop your shoulder back into its socket. He's real strong. He'll pop it back in."

So the bullies cut class and went over to the gym, with Tony carrying his arm in his other hand. They had never been inside the gym before. The walked inside and down the hall and then saw the huge weight room. There were big weights everywhere, stacks and stacks of big Olympic plates, dumbbells arranged in a rack going all the way up to 200 pounds, benches for bench presses, squat racks, leg press machines, pullies for rowing and lat pulldowns, more weightlifting equipment than they had ever seen before. "Fuck, look at all that weight," said Mike. He went over and picked up a 45 pound Olympic plate. He could barely get it off the ground and to his waist using both of his hands. "Fucking heavy," he said, dropping the weight to the floor. "Shit, look at that bench," said Tony. "Look at all the fucking weights on the bar." They went over and looked at the bar. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," said Tony. "Eight times 45 is 360. Three hundred sixty pounds. And there are two more 35 pound plates on the bar. That makes 425. And the bar itself must weigh 50 pounds. So that's 475 pounds. Fuck, who can lift all that weight? Who could be so big and strong that they could lift all that fucking iron. They must be fucking monsters. You could barely pick up 45 pounds and somebody's benching 475. Holy shit."

Suddenly behind them a deep voice rang out. "We got a couple of senior football players who use that weight. They're huge. A black guy and a white guy, Marcus and Ryan. You should see all the muscle on their bodies. They're strong as shit. They can do six reps with that weight." Mike looked at the loaded bar and than back at the man. "Holy shit," he said, thinking about two high school students lifting that weight. "My name's Coach Phillips," said the man, who was now coming into view by the two boys. He was huge. "'Course, they're not as strong as me. I can bench 550. But I've been liftin' a lot longer than they have. They're only been lifting three years and they're already bigger than most college players. Fuck, we've got two freshmen who can already bench 300 pounds. They've gained 50 pounds of muscle in only a month. I know they're gonna get bigger and stronger than Marcus and Ryan. They're another black guy and a white guy, Deon and Justin. They've put on muscle so fast even I can't believe it."

Mike and Tony gulped. "You know those guys?, asked the coach. "Uh not exactly," said Mike. "But we know who they are." The coach smiled and put out his hand. "We build our football players real big. Real big and real muscular and real strong." He shook the boys' hands and asked, "What can I do for you?" Mike pointed at Tony's shoulder. "Tony got his shoulder dislocated this morning. Kind of an accident. The nurse said you could put the bone back into the socket. She said you were so strong it wouldn't be a problem." Coach Phillips curled up his arm and flexed his 20 inch arm. "Twenty inches of solid muscle," he said. "I'm so strong I could break your arm in half. But I can also use my strength to help. Here, hold your arm straight." Tony straightened his arm and the coach put one hand on his elbow and one hand on his shoulder. He moved the arm around a bit to feel for the right position. Tony winced in pain. Then the coach flexed his huge bicep and pushed real hard. There was a loud snap and a jolt of pain jolting though Tony's shoulder. "It's back in place," said the coach. "But keep your arm in a sling for a couple of months. It will take a long time for the tendons and ligaments to heal."

The coach looked around the weight room. "This is like a second home to me. Ryan, Marcus, Justin and Deon are coming here next period for a workout together. They wanted to work their shoulders and chests extra hard, so I gave 'em a hall pass to skip a class. When you're on the football team and building so much muscle, I let 'em skip classes to work out." Mike and Tony nodded. It was obvious that building muscle was way more important than classes. "Well, I hope you get better," said the coach. He turned around and walked out of the room.

"Holy shit," said Mike. "Justin and Deon are coming here to work out with their two huge senior friends. Let's find a place to hide and spy on them. Maybe we can find out how they've been putting on muscle so fast. Maybe we can dig up some dirt and use it to blackmail them. Then maybe we can get them to leave us alone." Tony held his sore arm and nodded. "Good idea, man. We better find out something fast or we're gonna be dead meat. Let's hide in those lockers over there." The two bullies went over to a row of lockers at the end of the gym and found two of them that were empty. They got inside and opened the doors just a little so they could see what was happening in the gym. "We gotta keep real quiet," said Mike. Tony whispered "Yeah."

They stayed in the lockers for about 10 minutes. Then they heard some noise. "Fuck, gotta work these shoulders and my chest real hard today. I feel so fucking strong. I'm gonna go up 10 or 20 pounds in the bench press. Just you watch." The other boy said "Fuck, you're not the only one who feels strong. We're the strongest kids in the whole fucking school. I'm gonna beat you in the bench. You go up by 10 and I'll go up by 20." The other voice said "Fuck you Ryan. I'm just as strong as you are. Big, black and fucking strong!" The bullies saw the two huge boys enter the room. They were even bigger than they had expected. Giant young specimens of pure muscle. The seniors took off their shirts and stood in front of the mirror in just their training shorts and sneakers. They both flexed their arms. "Fucking huge," said Ryan. "Our guns are fucking huge." Marcus nodded. Then he said "Justin and Deon are gettin' big arms real fast too. They been packin' huge muscles on their guns. They been packing their bodies with tons of fucking muscle. And they're gettin's so fucking strong. It's hard to believe they've only been lifting a month. Their bodies are gettin' huge. It's great to have 'em in the Muscle Club. They're buildin' big muscles real fast and they got totally hard tight asses. I just love to fuck their tight little asses." Mike and Tony's mouth's dropped open as they heard this. "Yeah," said Ryan. "And they give fantastic blow jobs too. I can't wait to have an orgy after our workout. I'm so horny I'm gonna cum six times." Mike and Tony's eyes bulged in their heads.

Then they heard another pair of voices coming into the gym. It was Justin and Deon. "Look at you two big studs," yelled Justin at Ryan and Marcus. "You look fucking huge. Well, Deon and me are gettin' huge too. You better watch out. We're gonna catch up to you and then beat you. We're gonna be benching 500 and you can only do 450." Ryan went over to the blond 14 year old and flexed his pecs. "Yeah, if you're benchin' 500, I'll be benchin' 550. You just try and catch me." Justin laughed. Then he punched Ryan in his pec, real hard. The punch was so hard it would have knocked over a normal boy. "Couldn't feel that," said Ryan, laughing. Justin and Deon stripped off their shirts so they were also just wearing green workout shorts and sneakers. "Time to work out these big delts," said Deon, flexing his massive shoulders. "Gonna make 'em bigger and stronger. Gonna make 'em huge and strong as shit."

So the four muscle kids started their workout, the workout were Justin and Deon military pressed 185 pounds, a new record for them. Justin and Deon worked with one set of weights while Ryan and Marcus worked out with a much heavier set of weights. But they all did the same exercises. Ryan and Marcus had been the trainers for Justin and Deon and they had done a great job. For their shoulders, they did six sets of military presses, six sets of seated behind the neck dumbbell presses, six sets of side laterals and six sets of bent over laterals. They did 24 sets of brutal exercises for their delts, going up on the weights from their prior shoulder workout day. They were 10 pounds stronger in the barbell exercises and 5 pounds stronger in the dumbbell exercises. At the end of their shoulder workout, their delts were bulging out of their bodies, literally popping out of their skin. The older boys had bigger delts, but all the boys had thick muscle capping their shoulders. The muscle was red and hot, dripping with sweat and literally bursting out of their paper thin skin. It was like they had big melons sitting on their shoulders, striated with vein covered muscle. Next to their delts, their traps were huge, pushing up against their thick, muscular necks. Their delts were so pumped that their shoulders were incredibly thick and wide. It was hard to believe these boys were still in high school.

"Fuck yeah," yelled Justin. "Look at our fuckin' shoulders. They're huge. They're fuckin' huge and they're fuckin' strong. I could lift 50 pounds in each arm for the lateral raise. That's more than I could press a month ago. I'm so fucking strong." Then he heard a deep voice from behind. "Yeah, you're all fuckin' strong. You're real men. You're big fucking strong men." It was Coach Phillips checking out his proteges. "You guys all look great," he said as he walked into the gym. "I'm so proud of the members of the Muscle Club. You guys are all stallions. The biggest, strongest, toughest guys in the whole school. You Muscle Club members are totally hot shit." He rubbed his crotch as he looked at the boys' muscled-up bodies.

"Time for our chest workout," said Ryan as he flexed his already red hot pecs. "I'll work out with you," said the coach. "I need to blast these big fuckers." He stripped off his shirt and rubbed his hands over his gigantic chest, feeling the thick muscles bulging in his pecs. The boys and the coach started out with bench presses, first warming up with 135 and then 225 but then jumping to enormous weights for their work sets. Ryan, Marcus and the coach loaded the bar with three 45 plates on a side - 315 pounds - and easily cranked out 15 reps. Then they add another 35 pound plate on each side, adding 70 pounds to the bar like it was nothing. The bar bent downward. It was holding so much weight. Now it was loaded to 385 pounds. "Fucking heavy weights," yelled Ryan as he looked at the iron. "God it feels so fucking great to be so strong. Joining the Muscle Club was the best thing I ever did in my life, Coach. I get to lift huge weights, pack on more muscle than I ever dreamed of, fuck the little pledges, and smash the football players on the other teams with my fuckin' huge muscles. God I feel great. It's great to be a huge football jock. It's great to be in the Muscle Club. When I lift these huge weights I feel so big and pumped. I feel so hot. Like a wild animal." Ryan was getting all worked up, as the muscled up members did all the time. The steroids had increased his testosterone so much that he was pumped with energy and almost rage. Yeah, 'roid rage. He was on fire.

He jumped under the bar, lifted it off the rack and lowered it to his chest. Then he pushed it up, boldly and solidly. "Fuckin' strong!" he said as he pushed up the heavy bar. He did eight reps on his own and two more with a spot from Marcus. After he finished, he jumped up off the bench and bumped his huge chest into Marcus. "Fuckin big. Fuckin strong. I feel like a fuckin' animal." Marcus pushed his own hard chest right back into Ryan's. "We're both animals, white boy. Big strong fucking animals." Marcus got under the bar and cranked out 10 reps of his own, with a spot from Ryan on the last two. "Yeah," he yelled as he jumped off the bench and flexed his pecs in the mirror. Sweat was streaming down his black chest as his pumped muscles bulged under his thin skin. Then Coach Phillips got under the bar. He lowered the bar and cranked out 15 reps, not needing a spot at all. The last rep looked as easy as the first. "You boys gotta put on more muscle. You gotta get as big as me." He flexed his pecs in the mirror. They were so gigantic, shredded mountains of muscle. "Fuck yeah!" yelled Ryan. "I'm gonna get as big as you. Even bigger. I'm gonna get so huge they won't have football uniforms big enough for all my muscle." The big boys and the coach were now bumping each other with their chests, pushing themselves around with their huge bodies. Mike and Tony stared in awe, looking at their huge muscles and the huge weight on the bar.

"Lets go to 435," yelled Marcus. "It'll be no problem for my muscles. I feel like a fucking bull." Ryan nodded in agreement, rubbing his hands over his hot, sweaty, totally pumped pecs. So the boys took off the 35 pound weights and added 45 pound plates plus two 20's. They now had eight 45 pound plates, two 20's plus the 45 pound bar, a total of 435. Ryan got under the bar and pumped out four reps, with hope from Marcus on the last two. He jumped up and bumped his big chest into Marcus, pushing him backwards with his massive sweaty pecs. "Yeah," he yelled. "You as strong as me, black boy? You as strong as this big blond stud? You got muscles as big as mine?" Ryan flexed his arms in Marcus's face, pushing his big body into his friend. Marcus laughed. "Yeah, white boy. My black muscles are bigger than yours. My black muscles are stronger than yours. You're a creamy white pancake and I'm a big black bull." He raised his own arms and flexed his muscles. pushing back on Ryan. The two huge boys were pushing at each other with their biceps flexed. They looked like two young rams fighting in the spring.

Finally Marcus got under the bar. His black skin was glistening with sweat. His huge pecs looked incredibly pumped, with strands of muscle fibers showing under his thin skin, literally trying to burst out with youthful energy. "Black power," he yelled as he hoisted the bar off the rack and lowered it to his chest. He pushed the bar upward and his huge black arms rammed it to the top. "Fuckin' pussy weight," he said, looking at the eight 45 pound plates he had just pushed up. He lowered the bar again and again pushed it back up. "Stronger than shit!" he yelled as he held the weight above his huge black chest. Then he lowered the bar for his third rep. He pushed it back up slowing down slightly at the top. "Yeah,!" he yelled. "No fuckin' spot for this big black stud." He lowered the bar again and cranked out two more reps with a spot from Ryan. He had done one more rep than Ryan. He jumped off the bench and rammed his hot pumped chest into his friend. "Stronger than you," he yelled. "Fuckin' stronger than shit!" He grabbed Ryan's hand and put it on his sweaty pec. "Fuckin' big and fuckin' strong," he said, staring at the blond boy's blue eyes. Ryan nodded his head. "We're all so fucking strong its unbelievable," he said.

Meanwhile, Justin and Deon were working out real hard too. For their fifth set, Justin and Deon benched 295, their maximum from last week, for eight reps, with a spot needed for the last three reps. In their last chest workout they could do only two reps with this weight and now they were doing eight. Their pecs had grown way bigger and way stronger in just a couple of days, just like they had done every day since they joined the Muscle Club. Their pecs were red and aching and bursting out of their chests. You could see the striations of muscle bulging out and pushing their nipples downward. Sweat was streaming out of their chests and dripping down to their red hot shredded abs, looking like rivers on their very hot thin skin. "Fuckin' strong!" yelled Deon as he looked at his pumped up chest in the mirror. "Fucking big and fucking strong! Put on another 30 pounds," he yelled.

The boys added 15 pounds to each side of the bar and Justin got under it for his final set. He gripped the bar and the muscles in his forearms rippled with power as they closed in on the iron. His arms were hot and sweaty. His triceps were bulging under his thin white skin as he extended his arms and his biceps looked like steel cords as they stretched. His delts and pecs were shredded with hot, sweaty muscle as they prepared to lift the heavy bar. "Fuckin' light weight," yelled Justin as he looked at the two 45 pound plates, one 35 pound plate, one 10 pound plate and one 5 pound plate on each side of the bar. Tony's mouth dropped open in the locker as he saw all that iron that the formerly puny Justin was going to lift. Justin's big muscles were going to bench 325 pounds. Tony couldn't believe this 14 year old, a kid he used to push around like a little girl, was going to lift that kind of weight. Justin lifted the bar off the rack and slowly lowered it to his chest. Then he pushed up. His pecs exploded under his red hot skin bulging up with fibers bursting out like steel cords. His delts and triceps exploded too, the pumped up muscles bursting with power. Blood was surging into the hot muscle, torrents of muscle building blood gushing into the muscle from the strong steady beats of his big, athletic heart. Slowly the bar went up. Justin's muscles contracted like steel as they forced his arms up higher and higher. His pecs looked like two big melons, striated with fibers of muscle. His skin was red from all the blood surging in the muscle and sweat was pouring off his red hot body. Finally he got the bar to the top without any help from Deon at all. He winked at Deon and then lowered the bar again. This time he got the bar about half way up and then needed a spot from Deon, only a few pounds, to finish his press. By now his muscles were aching, aching with muscle building pain. He burst through the pain barrier and finished the rep, racking the bar with a loud clang. He jumped off the bench, hit his pecs with his fists and yelled "Fuckin' strong! I'm so fuckin' strong I can't believe it. I'm like a fuckin' animal. I love those fuckin' steroids." Coach Phillips reached into his bag and pulled out five syringes. "I got the juice right here. We'll all take a shot after our workout. You guys are gettin' fuckin' huge. You're gonna be as big as me."

Suddenly, the boys heard a noise coming from the lockers. "Steroids!" whispered Tony to Mike. Tony was so excited at what he had heard and at what he saw that he forgot how loud he was whispering. Ryan and Marcus went over to the lockers and yanked them open. "Fuck," yelled Marcus. "We got two little punks in here. Two little asshole punks." Justin and Deon ran over to the lockers. "It's Tony and Mike," yelled Deon. "They're the bullies who used to beat us up all the time. The Muscle Club is secret! The Muscle Club is secret! You're gonna pay!" He smashed his fist into Mike's gut, so hard that his fist went all the way to the bully's spine. At the same time, Justin smashed his own fist into Tony's face, knocking his teeth out and fracturing his jaw.

"Roid rage!" yelled Ryan as the two 14 year old muscle kids started pounding the shit out of the bullies. Those young arms that had just benched 325 pounds were now smashing their hard fists into the bodies of Mike and Tony. The Roid Rage was overwhelming, as all the hate that had built up from eight years of being bullied by the two Thugs was coupled with the absolute testosterone muscle aggressiveness and dominance that was coursing through their bodies as a result of the steroids. Their muscles were hot and bulging from the hard workout. And those muscles were now smashing the bullies into oblivion. "This is better than playing a video game," yelled Justin as he looked Tony in the eye before smashing his fist into his gut again. "It's way better," yelled Deon as he grabbed Mike's arm and yanked it up his back, ripping the joint of his arm away from his shoulder. "We're doin' all your moves right on you. You like that Thug?"

"Kill 'em!" yelled Ryan as he watched the young muscle kids smash the two bullies. "Smash 'em into nothin'" yelled Marcus. The two big boys were excited and energized. They wanted these punks crushed. The Muscle Club is secret! The steroids are secret!

"I'm gonna snap your spine," yelled Justin at Mike. "Just like you tried to do to me." He wrapped his arms around Mike's waist, flexed his chest and let all the air out of his lungs. Then he contracted up his hard ab muscles, leaving a big gap in his waist. Then he pulled in with his arms. His lats spread out like wings and his biceps bulged like steel balls and they forced his muscular forearms into Mike's spine. Mike groaned in abject pain. His face was mangled, with a broken nose, a broken jaw, all his teeth gone. His torso was so battered and bruised and his arms were hanging down unattached to his shoulders. Now his spine was feeling shooting pain as Justin applied enormous pressure with his new muscles. Justin squeezed and squeezed, with his muscles bulging out of his skin, but he couldn't snap the spine. Finally, he let go and pushed the punk over to Ryan. "Snap it," he said. "Snap the motherfucker's spine. Your muscles are so big you can snap it like a twig." Ryan's blue eyes got small and angry as he looked at the beat up bully. "You fuckin' asshole," he said as he wrapped his huge arms around Mike's back. Then he flexed his massive chest, exhaled all the air from his lungs and pulled in his rock hard stomach with his chisled ab muscles. Then he pulled in with his arms as hard as he could. His lats sprang out from the sides of his back like thick wings. His shoulders bulged with striated muscle bursting out of his skin. And his biceps bristled with flexing muscle pulling with incredible force. Ryan could do barbell rows with 400 pounds, and all that power was now smashing his forearms into Mike's back with overwhelming effect. Immediately everyone could hear a loud CRACK as Mike's spine was splintered in two by Ryan's huge muscles. "Owwwwww!" yelled Mike as pain surged through his back and legs. Never in his life had he felt pain like this before.

"Just like the video game, fuckface" yelled Justin. "Pop off his head, Ryan. Pop off the motherfucker's head. It's another video game move he tried on us. Wrap your arm around his neck and put your bicep under his chin. Then flex that big mother and pop his fuckin' skull right off his body!" Mike's eyes got wide with fear. "Fuck yeah," yelled Ryan as he flexed his right arm in Mike's face. He was completely consumed with Roid Rage, just like the other boys. He wrapped his arm around Mike's neck and positioned his bicep under his chin. He held down Mike's body with his other arm. Then he flexed his bicep. The giant muscle bulged upwards, smashing itself into Mike's head. He flexed harder and the rock hard muscle pushed like a steel battering ram on Mike's head pushing it upwards from his body. Suddenly there was a loud popping sound as Mike's head was severed from the top of his spinal cord. Ryan's giant bicep had popped his head. "Cool," said Ryan as he looked at what his incredibly strong muscles had done. As he let go, Mike's head dangled downward, now unattached to his body by any bone. He was dead.

Tony was watching all this in absolute horror. "Your turn," said Deon as he smashed his fists into Tony's gut, chest and face a couple more times. "Snap his spine, Marcus. I wanna see your big black muscles snap the motherfucker's spine. And then smash his ribs. Snap the asshole's spine and then crush every one of his fucking ribs." Marcus grinned. "Yeah," he said. He looked real hot and excited. "No, no," yelled Tony. "Fuckin' too late," said Deon. "The Muscle Club's a secret. You know the secret. Smash him, Marcus."

Marcus wrapped his giant black arms around Tony's lower back. Tony's eyes were in total fear as he looked at Marcus's huge black shoulders and chest. Marcus's sweat was pouring off his rock hard body and rubbing all over Tony's fat white body. Marcus expanded his chest and flexed it. Then he sucked in his waist. Then he pulled in with his huge guns. Immediately there was a loud crack as Tony's spine snapped in two. Tony yelled out in pain. "Fuckin' strong," yelled Marcus as he let go with his right arm and flexed his spine breaking bicep in Tony's face. He was still holding onto Tony with his left arm. "Smash his ribs," yelled Deon. "Yeah, those ribs are like little twigs to my muscles," said Marcus. He wrapped his arms around Tony's chest and then squeezed. His lats flared out in his back like thick wings of muscle. His traps bulged out from his thick neck. His delts were huge melons of striated muscle flexing on his broad shoulders. And his arms were rippling with shredded black muscle as they pulled. Instantly, there was the sound of crack, crack, crack, crack. One by one all the bones in Tony's ribs were broken apart by Marcus's giant muscles. Marcus kept squeezing and soon Tony's chest was almost the size of his waist. It was completely crushed. The bones had smashed into his lungs, which were now crushed into nothing. Tony couldn't breathe. He was in abject pain. "Good bye, bully," said Marcus as he grabbed Tony's neck and twisted it with his right hand. His huge forearm muscles bulged, producing enormous force in his fingers. There was a snapping sound as Tony's neck was crushed. Tony was dead.

Marcus threw Tony on the floor next to Mike. Coach Phillips said, "We'll put 'em in my car and bury their bodies out in the woods. Nobody will ever find them. Seems like the two bullies ran away when some of their former victims started fighting back. But first lets take our steroid shots." The boys all smiled. "Yeah," said Justin. "And after we bury their disgusting bodies, we can have some wild sex tonight." All the boys yelled their agreement. It was great to be a member of the Muscle Club.

THE END

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