O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Muscle Son

by John D.

David was a very wealthy young man. His father had founded a successful media company and had sold it for $500 million in cash when David was in his mid 20’s. Less than a year later both his parents were killed in an airplane crash when they were traveling in South America. So David, their only child, inherited all their cash. He was a very wealthy young man.

He was hoping that his wealth would bring him happiness. You see, David was totally into muscle. He himself had always been flabby. Not fat, not skinny, just flabby. When he was in high school and college, he went to the gym trying to build up his body by lifting weights, but nothing ever happened to him. He just stayed flabby. He realized he had very bad genes.

When he was at the gyms, he would always stare at the strong, muscular young men there. The boys who seemed to be able to put on muscle at will, whose bodies grew and grew and grew with each workout, the boys who looked like gods. David wanted to look like them. And when he realized he could never look like them, he wanted to be around them. To feel their muscles. To pretend he was them.

He tried to talk to these muscular boys in the gyms, but they didn’t seem to want to talk to him. He obviously wasn’t in their league. They were in the major leagues and David was not even in the minor leagues. They were the jocks and he was a nerd. He struck out every time. He also went to gay bars trying to pick up muscular boys there. David wasn’t interested in the regular boys, just the muscular boys, the boys who looked like the gods he worshipped in the gym. But none of them paid any attention to David. He was too ordinary, too plain, too flabby for these hot muscular boys. They could get way better boys than David.

David bought lots of muscle magazines and fitness magazines and muscle videos. He masturbated several times a day while looking at the muscular bodies of these boys that he could never be. But he wanted more. He wanted to touch those muscles, to feel those muscles, to feel them bulging, to feel their strength, to feel their power.

So when David’s parents died, he decided to use some of his money to feed his need for muscle. He started hiring models, big muscular models who would pose for him, who would let him feel their muscles, who would let him get off on his muscle fantasies. Some of the models were good – they really got into David worshipping their muscles. They liked to show off and let David indulge in his fantasies. Other models were bad. It was clear they were just there for the money. And many models were not as advertised. Their ad said they were muscular and shredded, but in reality they were just big and fat. After a while, David got tired of the model scene.

He wanted something more permanent. He wanted muscle around him all the time. He wanted to help the muscle grow, to make it bigger and stronger. He wanted to be the muscle boy that he always wanted to be. But he knew he could not be a muscle boy himself. He had tried that many times. But other boys were muscle boys. They had good genes. They had muscle building genes. They grew big and they grew strong.

David got an idea. He would be the father of a boy who would have fantastic genes. He would be the father of a boy would grow into the muscle man that David always wanted to be but could never become. And David would help his son grow. He would give him great food. He would help him work out. He would see his son become the best athlete in his school. He would see his son become a total muscle stud. And David would be there to see and to the feel those growing muscles. David would live his muscle dream through his son.

So David now had to pick the father and mother of his new son. He would pay for the father’s sperm, pay for the mother’s eggs and artificially inseminate a very healthy young woman who would carry the baby to birth. And he had plenty of money to pay each of these people a lot of money to give him his dream baby.

He scoured his muscle and fitness magazines to find the perfect parents. They needed to be tall and very muscular with blue eyes and blond hair. He wanted the parents to be athletes as well as bodybuilders, a boy and a girl who were coordinated so they were great athletes but also had the genes to build big muscles. And they also had to be very good looking. David searched through his magazines looking for the ideal boy and girl.

He narrowed his search down to three boys and three girls. Each of the boys was about six feet two inches tall and each of them weighed between 225 and 240 pounds. One of them had been a football running back, one of them had been a heavyweight wrestler and one of them had been a kick boxer. Their bodies were extremely muscular and cut – none of them had any fat on their bodies. David salivated over each one of these boys.

The girls were equally impressive. They were about five feet ten inches tall and weighed about 150 pounds. And they were solid muscle. One of them had been a water polo player, one of them was a boxer and one of them was a basketball player. They were each obviously much stronger than David. They had lifted weights and their bodies were very muscular.

David hired a private detective firm to study each of the possible parents. He wanted to find out what their parents and brothers and sisters looked like. He wanted to make sure the family had great genes. He also wanted to see whether there were any diseases or mental problems in the family. He wanted the best genes for his son.

When the detective agency returned the results, he crossed out one of the boys and one of the girls. Each of them had a brother or sister who wasn’t as physically impressive as they were. But the other two boys and two girls had brothers and sisters who were almost as physically impressive as they were. All were blue eyed and blond haired. All were muscular. All were athletes. Their parents looked great and the family had no diseases. They were Alpha families. So he picked the boy and girl he liked best – the kick boxer boy and the water polo girl. They were both very good looking, with strong cheekbones and powerful jaws. The boy was six feet two inches tall and 240 pounds of muscle. He weighed 100 pounds more than David. His ancestors came from Russia and Germany. He was a true Aryan god, with huge muscular arms, a thick neck, a gigantic muscular torso, narrow hips and a shredded waist, and legs that looked like huge tree trunks of muscle. And being a kickboxer, he was strong and aggressive.

The girl was five feet ten and 155 pounds of muscle, much heavier and much more muscular than David. Her ancestors were from Holland and Sweden. She had very broad and muscular shoulders, muscular arms and washboard abs. Her strength and size had made her a world class water polo player.

David could hardly wait to be the father of their son. His son was going to have the most perfect genes in the world. He hired a doctor to go to these Alpha studs with $100,000 in cash to obtain the sperm and the eggs. With this kind of money, he had no problem getting what he wanted. The doctor then fertilized some eggs and picked out the boys, using a new technique. He then transplanted four eggs to the uterus of a healthy young single parent woman who was already the mother of two beautiful boys. She also received $100,000 and promised never to reveal that she was ever pregnant with this son. She was sent to a luxury resort with her existing sons to enjoy her pregnancy under the watchful eye of the doctor, who made sure every nutrient was given to her and her new baby.

Only two of the four eggs survived. After about two months, the doctor looked at the growing fetuses and decided that one fetus looked bigger and stronger than the other one. So he aborted the weaker fetus and kept the stronger one. That was David’s new son.

The surrogate mother carried the baby to full term and he was born with David present in the room. David cut the umbilical cord. The baby was his. His lawyers had completed all the paperwork. He was the adoptive father of the newborn baby. He named the baby Ryan, which was the name of the captain of his high school football team, a huge blond, blue eyed stud that David had lusted over for years. The surrogate mother was sent home, her $100,000 in her bank account.

Ryan was a big baby, weighing 10 pounds and measuring 24 inches long. David kissed his little boy. Ryan was double the weight and five inches longer than David was when he was born. He was already showing that he was David’s muscle son.

David wanted to be a very good father for Ryan. He bought a large home in a nice neighborhood in the city. It was not a mansion but rather a large single family home in a neighborhood with lots of kids. The home was in a great school district with the high school having some of the best sports teams in the state. David never revealed that he was a multimillionaire. He wanted to be a normal father for Ryan, watching Ryan’s muscles grow.

For the first six months of Ryan’s life, David hired a wet nurse to nurse him with breast milk. The nurse lived in the house in one of the extra bedrooms. He had read that breast milk makes a baby healthier and stronger. Gradually, David started feeding Ryan with a bottle and at the end of six months David was doing all the feeding. The nurse left the house and David was Ryan’s full time father.

Ryan started putting on weight immediately. Like all babies he was fat, but his shoulders and arms looked very big and they were hard to the touch. His thighs and calves were big and hard too. David wondered if all babies felt this way. Ryan’s eyes were very blue, light sky blue, and when his hair started growing in it was very blond.

Ryan was very physically aggressive, even as a baby. When David gave him a toy, he would pull on it, trying to tear it apart. He would grab the bars in his crib, trying to pull himself up. When he was on his stomach, he would push with his arms, trying to push up his chest, trying to do a pushup.

When Ryan was less than six months old, he did a pushup. Then he did five pushups. He seemed to love the feeling of his muscles working, getting bigger, getting stronger. Then he started crawling. This was much earlier than most babies crawled. And when he crawled, he raced, moving faster and faster through the room. He was very coordinated.

Then he started walking at nine months old. First he was walking and two months later he was running. It was hard for David to keep up with all of Ryan’s energy. He started eating solid food and he had an enormous appetite. David fed him six times a day, feeding him lots of protein and vegetables. Ryan was very aggressive, picking things up, lifting them over his head, trying to rip them apart, testing the strength of his growing muscles.

And he started losing his baby fat. By the time he was two years old, most of the fat was gone. He had a little babyfat, but he was mostly muscle, solid muscle. His doctor had said that he was way beyond the 99% category in height and weight when compared to other kids his age. And his testosterone level was four times the normal level for a kid his age. He had fantastic genes, the doctor said. And all that testosterone made him very muscular and very aggressive.

David played with Ryan all the time. They played lots of games. Ryan loved the games where he could run or where he could lift things and pull things. He loved physical activity. When they went to a park, Ryan grabbed the swing and climbed on himself. Then David pushed him real high and Ryan laughed with joy. He could grab on to the bars and pull himself up. He loved doing that. He could do several pullups and over 20 pushups. He just loved physical activity. He loved pushing his body to its limits.

David signed him up for a “play group” with other toddlers who were also two years old. When Ryan walked into the room, the other parents looked at him with their mouths open. They first looked at his face. He was so cute with his blond hair and blue eyes. His face was perfectly formed. Then they looked at his body. He was much bigger than the other kids. And that bigness was not fat. He was taller and obviously more muscular. He had big bones and lots of muscle on those bones. One of the parents said that he must be older, that he should go into an older group. So David had to bring in Ryan’s birth certificate to show he was in fact only two years old. David learned that he would always need Ryan’s birth certificate, because people always thought he was older.

Ryan liked playing with the other kids, but he was more than twice as strong as any of them. And he was more aggressive than any of them And being only two, he didn’t know his own strength. If some kid had a toy he wanted, he just grabbed it out of their hands, like they were some annoying insect who had his toy. If some other kid came over and wanted a toy he had, he could push the kid away so hard he fell on his butt. He could push kids so hard they fell to the ground. And he could pick up things, heavy things, that none of the other kids could pick up. The other kids soon learned that Ryan was the strongest kid. They could never grab a toy away from him. They could never fight with him. He was way too strong. Ryan was the dominant kid.

When Ryan was 3 years old, a kid tried to take a toy from him and Ryan punched him in the chest. The punch was really to push the kid away, but it was still a hard punch. The kid grabbed his chest where a big welt was forming and he started crying. Ryan looked at his fist and at his arm. David had to caution Ryan that he was a very strong boy and that he should not use his strength to hurt other weaker kids. Ryan looked at his muscles and nodded his head. He flexed his arm and watched his bicep bulge. No other kid had a bicep that bulged.

“Daddy, look at my arm. I got a bump in my arm. Feel it daddy. It’s hard. It’s hard like a rock.” David bent down and felt Ryan’s flexed arm. Ryan really did have a lot of muscle in his arm. And that muscle was hard. “Yes, that’s called a muscle. Your muscle is very big, Ryan. That’s why you’re so strong. And your muscles will start getting bigger. And when you get bigger muscles then you get stronger.”

Ryan’s eyes lit up. “I wanna get stronger! I wanna get bigger muscles so I get real strong!” David grinned. “But Ryan, you’re already the strongest kid here. Do you really want to get even stronger?” Ryan flexed his arm again and felt his muscle. “I love being strong. I love being stronger than all the other kids. I wanna get stronger. I wanna get real strong. I wanna be way stronger than those kids. I wanna get as strong as you Daddy. I want more muscle. I want lots more muscle. I want this muscle to get real big. I want it to get real strong. Help me get more muscle, Daddy. I wanna be stronger. I want more muscle. More muscle. More muscle. Please? Please?”

David smiled. He had not wanted to push Ryan at this young age. He had not encouraged Ryan to do all the things he did naturally, to run fast, to do pull ups, to do push ups. Ryan did all these things himself. He had tons of testosterone surging through his body. He was so aggressive, so dominant, he was naturally doing amazing things athletically and dominating the other kids. And he didn’t want to push Ryan into lifting weights. But now his aggressive, dominant son was begging to put on muscle, begging to get stronger. Being aggressive, being dominant, building muscle and getting stronger were in his genes. He was hard wired to be aggressive and to get bigger and stronger.

David had been waiting for this moment. He had read about kids as young as two starting to lift weights and getting bigger and stronger. Instead of stunting their growth, the weightlifting seemed to accelerate their growth. They got taller, bigger and much stronger. By the time these kids were five years old, they were as strong as ten year olds, maybe stronger. And now Ryan, who was 3, wanted to put on muscle, to get stronger. He was ready.

David brought Ryan home and opened the door to a room in the house that Ryan had never been in before. It was the workout room. It was a large room. Inside were a huge assortment of weights and machines. There were mirrors on the walls. Some of the weights and machines were very small, like they were made for a kid. There were some muscle and fitness magazines laying around. David had actually used the room to work out himself, but as usual the weights did nothing for his body. But he liked to work out anyway, just dreaming of building muscle. And waiting for the day his son would use the same room.

“This is our workout room, Ryan. We have weights and machines that you can use to push and pull with your muscles. When you use them, your muscles might get sore, but then they will get bigger and they will get stronger. You can get really strong using these weights.”

Ryan’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. I wanna use ‘em right now. I wanna see how strong I am. I wanna push real hard. I want my muscles to grow big and strong.”

So David had Ryan put on some shorts. They were little green nylon shorts that looked just like workout shorts. Ryan stood before the mirror, wearing only his shorts. David stood there looking at his son, a boy who had incredible genes, who was already tall and muscular who was now going to start lifting weights. “Flex your arms, Ryan. Let’s see how they look in the mirror.” Ryan flexed his arms and looked. “I got bumps in my arms. I got muscle bumps in my arms. That means I got muscle. Right Daddy? Flex your arms Daddy. Let’s see your arms. Let’s see your muscle.”

David pulled off his shirt and flexed his arms. Tiny little biceps were barely visible. The same tiny little biceps that David had had since he was a teenager. “You got little bumps too, Daddy. But you’re a grown up. I thought your bumps would be bigger.” David grabbed one of the fitness magazines as showed Ryan a picture of a blond young teenager flexing his big biceps. “That’s what a man’s arms should look like, Ryan. Your Daddy doesn’t have much muscle. My arms are really small. Your Daddy’s pretty weak, just like the weak kids in your class. But I think you’re going to get big, strong arms, just like the boy in this picture. I bet you’re going to look like him some day.”

Ryan looked at the picture, then at his Daddy and then at his image in the mirror. “Yeah, I’m gonna look like him. I’m gonna be big and strong, just like him. I’m gonna be stronger than you, Daddy. Just wait.” David smiled and nodded his head. “Yeah, I think you are.”

“Let’s start right now!” yelled Ryan. “I wanna start right now!” David smiled. “Okay, first you have to warm up. Go down and do 10 pushups.” Ryan jumped down to the floor and easily cranked out 10 pushups. “I can do more, Daddy. I can do more. Watch.” Immediately he did another 10 pushups. Then he jumped up to his feet. “See, I’m really strong. I can do 20 pushups. How many can you do Daddy?” David hadn’t done pushups in years. “Well, lets see,” he said. He got down and started lifting his body up. But he quickly slowed down after three pushups and stopped after five. He could do only five pushups. He looked at his son, who was standing there with his eyes wide open. He couldn’t believe his dad could only do five pushups while he could do 20. “See, Ryan, you’re stronger than me already. You could do 20 pushups and I could only do five. You’re really strong, Ryan.” Ryan grinned, showing off his beautiful white teeth. His blue eyes sparkled on his beautiful face. He flexed his arms in the mirror and said, “Yeah, I’m strong.”

David handed Ryan a steel bar, about half the size of a regular barbell bar. “Okay, Ryan. Let’s see how strong you are. First, raise the bar up to your shoulders, like this.” David grabbed a barbell bar and raised it up to his shoulders like he was getting ready to do a barbell press over his head. Ryan did as he was instructed and held the bar firmly at his shoulders. “Okay, now press it up, like this.” David pressed his bar and Ryan did the same with his bar. David’s bar weighed 20 pounds and Ryan’s weighed 10 pounds. “It feels kinda light, Daddy. It’s not very heavy. I’m too strong for that bar. Lemme use your bar.”

“Well, okay, Ryan. But I don’t want you to strain yourself. You should only lift a weight that is easy for you. But go ahead. You sure lifted that small bar real fast.” David handed the big bar to Ryan. Ryan jerked it up and held it at his shoulders. Then he pressed it up over his head. He held it high. “See, Daddy. I’m strong. I’m real strong.” He lowered the bar and lifted it up again. Then he did it again and again. He lifted the bar up ten times before it dropped it to the ground. “That was easy, Daddy. That was real easy.”

At 3 years old, Ryan weighed 50 pounds, over 10 pounds more than an average kid his age. And he was pressing almost half his weight over his head in his first workout. David was so proud of his muscle son. Ryan moved his arms up and down and looked at his shoulders in the mirror. “Look, Daddy. I got muscle in my shoulders too. Look at the muscle get big when I move my arms. Feel my muscle, Daddy. Feel how big it is.”

David placed his fingers on Ryan’s shoulders and felt his delt muscles bulge as he moved his arms up and down. David had never had muscles in his shoulders, just scrawny bone. His young son Ryan already had muscle capping his shoulders. It was thick muscle and it was strong muscle. “Yeah, I can feel the muscle, Ryan. You already have muscle in your shoulders. Your shoulders are real strong.”

David thumbed though a fitness magazine and found a picture of a young blond teen standing in front of the camera. His shoulders were enormously wide. They were packed with thick muscle. He had a tremendous V shape from his wide shoulders to his narrow hips. “Look at this boy’s shoulders, Ryan. See how big and wide they are? Look at all the muscle he has on his shoulders. His shoulders are very strong, Ryan. He has lots of muscle so he is very strong. Your shoulders might get big and wide like that.” Ryan stared at the picture and looked at his own shoulders. He felt his delt muscles.

“I wanna lift that weight again. I want my shoulders to get stronger. I want them to get more muscle. I want ‘em to get real big and real wide. I want ‘em to get real strong.” David grinned. He was so proud of his muscle son. “Well, I don’t want you to strain yourself, but you did that first set pretty easy. Go ahead a do another set. I thought you’d be used the little bar but you’re already using the big bar.” Ryan smiled. “That little bar is for weak little kids. I’m a strong little kid. I use the big bar. The big bar is for big strong kids, like me!” He grabbed to bar, raised it to his shoulders and cranked out eight reps. “Yeah,” he yelled as he let the bar crash to the floor. He flexed his arms in the mirror and watched his muscles bulge. Then he turned to his Dad. “What’s next? What’s next?”

David walked him over to the little bench that had been set up. It was half the size of an adult bench, just right for a kid. He placed the 20 pound bar on the rack. “Now we’re going to do bench presses. These work the muscles in your chest, the same muscles you use for pushups.” He rubbed the non-existent pec muscles in his own chest. “Some guys can use a lot of weight in the bench press. They have real big chest muscles that can lift a lot of weight.” He thumbed through a muscle magazine until he found a picture of a young bodybuilder benching four big plates on each side of the bar. “This boy is pressing up 405 pounds. Look at all that heavy iron.”

David went over and grabbed a big 45 pound plate from the rack. It was very heavy for him to lift but he brought it over to Ryan. “Feel how heavy this is, Ryan.” Ryan grabbed the plate by the edges - his little fingers barely went over the ridges - and started lifting the plate. He grunted and grunted some more. Then the plate left for floor. Ryan had lifted it up! “Oh my God, Ryan, I never thought you could lift that plate. I was just showing you how heavy it was. But you lifted that whole 45 pound plate off the floor. You’ve got very strong fingers. And you’ve got a very strong back, Ryan, a very strong back.” David looked at Ryan’s thick lower back muscles. Ryan grinned as he looked at the heavy iron on the floor.

“That boy is pressing eight of those heavy plates plus the bar. Just think about how strong he is. That’s like he’s pressing three of me up and down or pressing eight of you up and down. Look how big his chest muscles are. Those are called pecs. He’s got really big pec muscles, and those pec muscles are really strong.” Ryan stared at the pictures.

“He sure is strong. He sure has a lot of muscle in his chest. Those - what are they....pec muscles -- are really huge. I want big pec muscles too! I wanna huge chest! I wanna be able to push real heavy weights!” David smiled. “Well, maybe some day you’ll look like him. You’ll have big strong pec muscles just like he does. If you keep working out, I think that might happen.” Ryan started jumping up and down. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I want big muscles!”

“Get on the bench and lower the bar to your chest, just like that young man is doing. Then push it back up.” Ryan got on the bench and David took the bar off the rack and put it in his hands. Then Ryan lowered the bar and pushed it back up real fast. “Real easy,” he said as his blue eyes twinkled as he looked at his father. He lowered and raised the bar another 14 times until his father told him to stop. “You did 15 reps and it didn’t even look hard,” said David incredulously. “I guess it’s because you do so many pushups. Your chest is already real strong. Ryan jumped off the bench and flexed his pecs in the mirror. “Yeah, see, I got big pec muscles already. Look how they push out on my chest.” He rubbed his hands over his bulging pec muscles. “Come and feel ‘em Daddy. They’re big and they’re hard.”

David rubbed his hands over Ryan’s pec muscles, which he flexed proudly for his dad. He couldn’t believe a 3 year old kid could have pec muscles that were this big and this hard. The kid had two globes of pec muscles that were separated by cleavage right down the middle. Even as a teen, David didn’t think he ever had pec muscles that were this well formed and this hard. “Yeah, your pecs are really big, Ryan. Those pushups already made your chest big and strong. Now the weights are going to make it even bigger, even stronger.” Ryan grinned and rubbed his hands over his pec muscles.

“I wanna do more of those with more weight. That bar was way too light. I need more weight!” David rolled his eyes. “More weight. More weight. I have a feeling you’re always going to want more weight.” Ryan laughed. “Yeah, that’s because I’m strong. My muscles want more weight. Give ‘em more weight, Daddy. My big muscles want more weight.”

So David added five pounds to each side of the bar, making it weigh 30 pounds, more than half what Ryan weighed. Ryan grabbed the bar and jerked it off the rack himself. Then he cranked out 10 reps, slowing down just a little for the last two reps. He jumped up off the bench and watched his pumped up pecs in the mirror, reaching up and feeling the hard muscle. “Yeah, my muscles are big! My muscles are strong! That weight was light! I want more weight. My muscles want more weight! They wanna do more reps with more weight!”

David grinned. “I can’t believe you did that, Ryan. Well, you do lots of pushups so your chest muscles are already in good shape. Okay, we’ll add another 10 pounds. But be very careful. If you can’t lift it, just tell me and I’ll pull the bar off your chest. I don’t want you to strain yourself.” Ryan looked at his dad and grinned. He felt his pumped up pec muscles. They were bursting with energy. “I won’t have to strain, Daddy. My muscles are strong. Just watch.”

He got on the bench and David took the bar off the rack and handed it to his muscle son. Then Ryan lowered the bar to his chest and pushed it back up again. “See, Daddy, I’m real strong.” He lowered the bar and did another rep. He was about to try another rep when his dad grabbed the bar and put it back on the rack. Ryan looked up in disgust. He wanted to do more reps. “Next time you can do more, Ryan. You worked those pec muscles enough. They’re gonna get a lot bigger and stronger, I just know it.” Ryan smiled and flexed his muscles in the mirror. “Yeah, big and strong,” he said. Then he lowered his arm and flexed his triceps. The muscle bulged out in the back of his arm. The muscular lumps of a well defined triceps muscle were clearly visible. “Look at that muscle, Daddy. It’s popping out in the back of my arm. What is that muscle?”

David looked at Ryan’s tricep and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Never in his life did his tricep look like this. Bulges of muscle were flexing on the back of Ryan’s arm. He came over and felt Ryan’s muscle. He couldn’t believe how big and hard it was. “That’s your tricep muscle. You really have a big tricep muscle already. It helps your arm press up the heavy weight. It works with your pec muscles to press up the weight. Your shoulder muscles help too. They’re called the delt muscles. See, feel ‘em. Your shoulder muscles are big and hard too. All your muscles got big and hard from pressing that heavy weight. You almost pressed your bodyweight. That’s incredible for your first workout. I have never pressed my bodyweight, but I bet you’re going to do it very soon. You’re a strong boy, Ryan.” David ran his hands over Ryan’s muscles as Ryan flexed and smiled as he looked at his body in the mirror.

“What’s next? What’s next?” said Ryan as he pulled on his Daddy’s shorts. “Next we’re going to work on your back. I know you can do some pull ups. Let’s see how many you can do.” Ryan started jumping up and down. “I can do a lot! I can do a lot!” he yelled. There was a chinning bar in the gym, and David grabbed Ryan in his armpits and held him up so he could grab the bar. Ryan’s palms were faced away from him and his hands were just beyond his shoulders. David let go. Ryan pulled himself up and then lowered himself down. He kept doing this and David watched as his lat muscles expanded and contracted in his back. Ryan already had lat muscles, muscles David never had even when he was a teenager. Ryan cranked out eight reps and finally dropped off the bar and landed athletically on the floor. “I did it eight times. That’s pretty good, isn’t it Daddy? How many pull ups can you do Daddy? How many? How many?”

“Okay, let’s see,” said David as he reached up and grabbed the bar. He pulled himself up once but couldn’t make it a second time. He could do only one pull up. “You could do only one! You could do only one! And I did it eight times! I’m real strong and you’re real weak, Daddy. How does it feel to have a kid who is so strong?” David looked into Ryan’s beautiful eyes and said, “It feels real good, Ryan. Real good.”

“Lift me up, Daddy. I wanna do more! I wanna do more!” David lifted Ryan up and he did another eight pullups. His lats were now really big as he pulled up his body. He dropped down and looked at himself in the mirror. “Look at those muscles under my armpits, Daddy. They look like little wings. What are they Daddy? Did they help me lift my body up to the bar?” David rubbed his hands on Ryan’s hard lat muscles. He couldn’t believe how big the muscles were. Ryan had been doing pullups and his lat muscles were already there at three years old. “These are called lat muscles, Ryan. They help you pull up your body. Here look at this picture.” He thumbed though a fitness magazine and found a picture of a young teen hanging on a bar with his thick wide lats flaring out under his broad shoulders. “That’s how big your lats can get. Don’t they look great? That young man is very muscular and very strong.” Ryan stared at the picture. Then he reached up and felt his own lats. “I want lats that look like that. I want ‘em real wide. Real big and real wide. And real strong. I want real strong lats. I wanna be big! I wanna be strong!” David smiled.

“Okay, Ryan. We’re going to do an exercise for your lower back. It’s important that you build up your core muscles as your muscles get bigger and stronger. We’re going to do some deadlifts. You already showed me how strong your back was. Well, now we’re going to make it even stronger.” Ryan grinned. “Yeah, stronger, stronger, stronger!”

David put a five pound plate on each side of the 20 pound bar. Then he grabbed it and did a few deadlifts for Ryan to watch. “These are called deadlifts. They make your lower back real strong. You’ll be able to pick up real heavy things. You’ll be able to pick up things that no other kid can pick up. Well, I guess you can already do that now, but you’ll be able to pick up even heavier things. You’re strong now and you’re going to get even stronger.” Ryan jumped up and down. “Yeah, stronger, stronger, stronger, stronger! I’m going to get so strong!”

Ryan grabbed the 30 pound bar and did 10 easy deadlifts. “It’s too light, Daddy. I need more weight. I’m a strong boy, remember? I need more weight.” David nodded. “But I’m thirsty, Daddy. I need a drink.” David walked over to a small refrigerator in the room and opened it up. He pulled out a Vitamin Water and handed it to Ryan. “We have lots of good stuff in this refrigerator. Vitamin Water, Gator Aid, Protein shakes. Lots of good stuff to help build muscles. Ryan glugged down his Vitamin Water. “Tastes good,” he said.

David loaded the bar to 40 pounds and Ryan grabbed it. He grunted and lifted it up. “Yeah,” he said. He lowered the bar, grunted again and lifted it up again. He grunted and lifted it eight times before letting it crash to the floor. Normally David would have told his son not to let the weights crash, but Ryan was already acting like a seasoned weightlifter, just letting the weights crash down when he was done. David smiled as he watched his weightlifter son.

“Very good, very good,” said David as Ryan took a few deep breaths after the heavy deadlifts. “That worked the muscles in your lower back, these muscles here.” David felt Ryan’s lower back muscles and was awed at how thick and hard they were. They were like two ridges of rock. He was amazed at how a 3 year old kid could have that much muscle.

“What’s next, Daddy? What’s next?” Ryan was ready to go again. David flexed his arm. He pointed to the bicep. “This is called your bicep muscle. We’re going to work on your bicep muscle to make it bigger. To make it stronger. Flex your bicep, Ryan. I bet it’s already big because of the pull ups you did.” Ryan flexed his arm and his bicep bulged. It was the size of a golf ball, but because Ryan was so short it looked very big in his arm. He looked at his arm in the mirror. “I want it bigger!” he yelled. “I want it bigger! I want a big arm with lots of muscle! Just like that guy!” He pointed to a picture in the magazine of the same young teen flexing his huge bicep for the camera. He reached up and felt his already large kid bicep. “I want more muscle! I want more muscle!”

David looked at Ryan’s bicep and then at the 10 pound bar and the 20 pound bar. “Okay, Ryan, here’s what we’re going to do. You pick up the bar like this and hold it down here. Then you curl it up like this. And see, the bicep is what pulls the bar. It gets big when it pulls up the bar.” David did a few curls, using the 10 pound bar. Of course his bicep didn’t get big. It stayed small, as always. “Now do you want to use this 10 pound bar or the big 20 pound bar? I didn’t think you would be strong enough for the 20 pound bar. You’re just a kid, remember?”

Ryan got a mean look on his face and flexed his arm right in front of him. “I want the big bar Daddy. I’m strong! I know I can lift that bar. You’re a grown up but you’re weak. I’m a kid but I’m strong!” So Ryan grabbed the 20 pound bar and got ready to curl. He faced the mirror and curled up the bar. He watched his biceps bulge as they worked. He did ten reps and his biceps seemed to get bigger with every rep. You could almost see them growing in his arm. He dropped the weight and flexed his arms in the mirror. His biceps definitely looked bigger than they had a few minutes ago. “They got bigger!” Ryan yelled. “Look, Daddy, they got bigger! My arms got bigger. I wanna curl that weight again. I want my arms to get real big! I want ‘em to get real strong!” He started to grab the bar. “Just wait for a minute, Ryan. You have to rest a little between sets. Your arms need to rest.” Ryan flexed his arm and looked at the bulging muscle. David couldn’t believe how big and pumped Ryan’s arms got after doing ten reps of curls. He felt the muscle and could feel fibers of muscle flexing under Ryan’s skin. The muscle was bigger and it was hard. Blood was surging through the muscle. Ryan got a tremendous pump in his muscles. David could never get a pump no matter how much he exercised but Ryan got a fantastic pump with every set. His great genes gave him a great pump and a great body.

Ryan did his second set of curls. His biceps got even bigger as they worked and worked. When he finished, he dropped the bar and strutted around the gym grunting like an animal and flexing his arms, a muscular boy showing off his growing muscles for his dad. David grinned. He loved having a muscle son.

“What next, Daddy? What next?” Ryan didn’t seem tired at all, even though he had been pushing his muscles for over a half hour. David looked down at Ryan’s legs. “Now were going to work on your legs. I know you have strong legs because you run around so much. But these exercises are going to make them even stronger. You’re going to do squats.

David put the 20 pound bar on his back and did a few squats. “This is how you do it. You push the weight up with the power of your legs. Your legs will get real big and strong when you do this.” Ryan grinned. “Oh yeah! I want real strong legs. I’m already the fastest kid in my class. I want my legs to get stronger. I wanna be able to run right into kids and smash ‘em down. No kid will be able to stop me!”

“Okay, okay, I want you to have strong legs too. But you have to be careful with all those weaker kids, Ryan. You’re already way stronger than them. Now you’re gonna be way way way stronger than them. You’re so strong you could hurt them. Use your muscles for good things, like winning in sports.” Ryan smiled. “Okay Daddy. But it would be fun to knock over a kid sometime with my strong legs and my big shoulder muscles. That would be real fun. It’s so fun to be strong.”

“You can do that playing football. In football you can hit other kids and knock ‘em down and really be rough. I bet you’re going to like football, Ryan. I think you can play football when you’re eight years old.” Ryan grinned. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna love playing football. I’m gonna be so strong. I’m gonna smash right into those kids and knock ‘em down like they were nothin’.”

“Let’s work on those legs. Let’s put more muscle into those legs. I know you have strong legs, so I’m going to load the bar to 30 pounds and we’ll see how you do.” David loaded the bar and put it on Ryan’s shoulders where he grabbed on to it. He lowered his torso until his legs were at a horizontal position and then raised himself back up. “Feels like a little feather, Daddy. I can hardly feel the weight at all.” He cranked out a total of 10 reps and then pushed the bar up over his head and then let it crash to the floor. “More weight! More weight. My legs want more weight!” He flexed his legs and watched the muscles bulge. David couldn’t believe how much muscle Ryan had in his thighs. They weren’t fatty thighs like most three year olds have. They were muscular thighs, with bulging muscle, not fat, under his skin.

David put another 10 pounds on the bar and put it on Ryan’s shoulders. Ryan cranked out another 10 reps with the 40 pounds and David grabbed the bar off his shoulders. “Wow, you are strong, Ryan. Your legs are really strong.” Ryan flexed his legs and rubbed his hands on the muscle. “I can feel the muscle inside my legs. The muscle gets bigger and harder after I lift the weight. It’s really big and hard now. I never knew my leg muscles were this big. They’re really big! They wanna do the exercise again. They want more weight. They wanna really get big. They wanna really get strong!”

“Okay, Ryan. But you’re using such a heavy weight that we’re going to have to use the squat rack over here. See, you have a squat rack that is just your size. We’ll put the bar on the squat rack and then you can do your squat. Put the bar back on the squat rack after you’re done.” Ryan looked at the squat rack and nodded his head. David loaded the bar so it weighed 50 pounds, Ryan’s bodyweight. Was Ryan really going to be able to squat with his bodyweight in his first workout? Ryan got under the bar and lifted it off the rack. He squatted down and then grunted as his big legs pushed himself back up. He squatted and grunted and pushed three more times. He did four reps of squats with his own bodyweight. He racked the bar and yelled “I’m a super strong kid! I got big strong muscles in my legs. Feel my muscles, Daddy. Feel how big and hard they are.”

Ryan stood in front of his dad flexing his legs. David got down on his knees and looked at Ryan’s legs. His mouth dropped open as he saw the muscle flexing. This three year old kid had the most muscular legs David had ever seen on a young kid. David reached up and put his hands on Ryan’s legs and felt the big muscles with his fingers. He felt Ryan’s muscles and then looked up at his beautiful blue eyes. “Your legs are wonderful, Ryan. They are so muscular, so strong. It’s so good to have a son like you. It’s so good to have big strong Ryan as my son. He got a tear in his eyes as he felt the enormity of Ryan’s leg muscles and looked at Ryan’s muscular body and his beautiful face. Ryan bent down and kissed his forehead. “I’m glad you’re my daddy, Daddy. I’m glad you like my big strong muscles.”

David gave Ryan a big hug. “We have one more exercise to do. Sit ups. Sit ups work your abdominal muscles, the muscles right on top of your stomach. People call them the ab muscles.” David reached for the fitness magazine. He pointed to a picture of a hot young fitness model flexing his fantastic ab muscles. “Look at those muscles, Ryan. See the ridges of muscle? Some guys have a six pack - see you can count six ridges of muscle - and some guys have an eight pack. Don’t those muscles look good? Most guys would love to have abs like that but most of them don’t. They just have a lot of fat covering their abs, like me.” David showed Ryan his own abs, which were covered by fat. David never ever showed any ab muscles. He was so flabby.

“You have to have great genes to have abs like that. You have to have a body that is muscular and doesn’t have any fat. Some day I’ll tell you all about genes. But you have great genes, Ryan. I know it. You’ll be able to get abs like that. Strong, tough abs that feel like bricks, that can take any punch. The abs of a real athlete. Would you like abs like that?”

Ryan stared at the picture. Then he rubbed his own abs. He still had a layer of baby fat covering his abs but he could feel muscle underneath. “Yeah! I don’t want any fat. I wanna be all muscle. I want strong muscles in my tummy. I don’t wanna be a fat kid. I wanna be a muscle kid.”

“Good. That’s my boy. Okay, you’re going to do some sit ups. I’ll hold your feet and you sit up, like this. It will make your abs strong and powerful.” David got down and did a few situps. Ryan nodded his head. He knew what to do. He got on the floor and David held his feet. Then he started doing sit ups. He did them very fast. David was amazed at how fast Ryan could do the sit ups. It must have been all that running and jumping and climbing that got his abs in such good shape. And his great genes. He was born to have muscles.

Ryan got to 25 situps and his dad told him to rest. “Drink some Vitamin Water, Ryan. I don’t want you to strain yourself.” Ryan grinned. “I’m not straining myself. Those are easy. I’ll drink some water and then I wanna do some more. I want all this fat to come off my body. I wanna be solid muscle.” Ryan drank some water and then got down on his back. David grabbed his feet and he cranked out another 25 situps. He stood up and felt his waist. “I can feel muscle in here, Daddy. Feel my muscle. It feels harder. I kinda feel some ridges too. Just like those boys in the muscle book. I got ridges of muscle. Just like them.”

David got down on his knees facing Ryan. He ran his hands over Ryan’s abs and gulped. His son’s abs were hard and he did feel ridges of muscle. He ran his hands over the hard muscle several times, counting the ridges and looking at Ryan’s buff body. Oh what a stud Ryan was going to be. Once Ryan’s babyfat was gone, an eight pack would be there for everyone to see. He looked up and looked at Ryan’s face. He was smiling, so proud of his muscles and happy that his Daddy liked them. “You like my muscles, don’t you Daddy? You’re glad I’m a strong boy.” David bent over and kissed Ryan’s abs. “Yes,” he said. “You’re the best son any Daddy could have.” Ryan bent over and kissed him on the forehead.

David stood up. “Great workout son. You did a great job on all those exercises. You are already so strong. And you’re going to get a lot stronger. Now we’ve got to wait two days so your muscles have a chance to grow. Then you can work out again.” Ryan grinned. “I can hardly wait to work out again. I want these muscles to get big! I want them to get strong! Hey Daddy, I’m hungry. I’m real hungry.” David grabbed a protein drink out of the refrigerator and gave it to Ryan. “Drink this, son. It’s got lots of protein. That will help your muscles grow. Your next meal is in about an hour. I know you’ll be hungry for that too. You’ve got a growing body.”

Ryan grabbed the drink and gulped it down. He grabbed a few of the muscle magazines and took them into the living room, where he thumbed through the pictures and looked at all the muscular young men. He was hooked. He knew he was going to look like them.

Over the next month, Ryan gained five pounds of muscle. He had always had a great appetite, but now he was eating more. He ate lots of meat and chicken as well as protein shakes between meals. In one month, his weight zoomed from 50 to 55 pounds, five pounds of solid muscle. And that is a lot of muscle on a three year old kid. He gained a half inch on each arm and an inch on his chest and on his legs. His arms were clearly bigger. When he flexed his bicep was now bigger than a golf ball and his triceps were bigger too. His pecs were fuller and rounder and his lats had really popped out on his back. When you saw him from behind, you could see his lats flaring up from his waist up to his shoulders. His shoulders had a lot more muscle on them and looked wider, probably an inch wider than they were before. His waist remained the same size, so he looked a lot bigger and more muscular with all that muscle on his shoulders, chest and lats. He looked like he had gained a lot more than five pounds. His legs were big and solid and you could almost see his ab muscles under his baby fat, which was getting very thin.

During every workout he flexed in the mirror and both he and his dad could see how fast his muscles were growing. David took pictures of him so he would have a permanent record of Ryan’s phenomenal muscle development. At the end of each workout, Ryan would stand before David and proudly flex his muscles. David would get down on his knees and feel Ryan’s muscles. His muscles were all pumped up and hard from his workout. Blood was surging through Ryan’s muscles, pumping protein into the fibers to make them grow even bigger and stronger. David felt his son’s muscles and almost cried as he felt how big and hard they were. He was so happy to have a muscle son.

During that first month of workoouts, Ryan got a lot stronger. David couldn’t believe how much strength his son had at such a young age. His military press went from 20 pounds to 35 pounds. His bench press went from 40 to 60. He could do 16 pullups, double what he could do before. His deadlift increased from 40 to 70. His back was very strong. His curls went from 20 to 30 and his squats from 50 to 80. His abs didn’t get bigger but he could now do 50 situps. Oh yeah, he could do 50 pushups too. Ryan was a very strong boy. It was hard to believe he wasn’t even four years old. Many teenagers can’t bench press 60 pounds or squat with 80 pounds. And Ryan was doing it at three years old. The most David could ever bench was 90 pounds. Ryan was benching 2/3 of David’s maximum at three years old! Ryan was the most wonderful thing David had ever seen. And he was his son. His muscle son.

At pre-school Ryan was always the leader of the boys. From the earliest age, Ryan was always bigger and stronger than the other boys. Even at a young age, the other boys respected him. They looked at his body and felt his strength and they respected him. Whatever Ryan wanted to do, they wanted to do. They wanted to be Ryan. They wanted to look like Ryan. They wanted the strength that Ryan had. They wanted to be around Ryan as much as they could.

After Ryan got even more muscular from lifting weights there was no question about his dominance over the other boys. He was so good at sports he was always the first one picked for a team and then he got to pick all the other players. But it took three or four other players to equal Ryan. He was so much bigger, stronger and quicker than the other kids his team always won. He didn’t bully the other boys, but he didn’t take any shit either. If Ryan wanted a boy to do something and that boy didn’t do it, that boy would feel the power of Ryan’s muscles. Maybe a hard punch to the gut. A punch from Ryan’s big arms, arms that could bench press 60 pounds, was devastating to the weak little guts of these little kids. Or maybe Ryan would wrestle the kid. He liked to wrestle. He liked to feel the utter strength of his muscles crush the body of his opponent. No boy had even a quarter of the strength of Ryan’s muscles. He didn’t have a chance. Ryan would toy with the boy, pushing his arms and legs around like they were nothing, twisting an arm until the boy squealed. Then he’d give the boy a schoolboy pin, forcing the boy’s arms down with his own big arms and pinning his shoulders. Then he would sit on the boy’s stomach and flex his arms in the boy’s face, showing him his muscles, the muscles that had just crushed the poor kid like he was a twig. Ryan kept all the boys in line. These fights were very rare, because all the boys knew they couldn’t fight Ryan. They wanted to be his friend. They wanted to be him. They wanted to be around him all the time. He was their undisputed leader.

The girls wanted to feel his muscles, and he proudly flexed for them, letting them feel his big rock hard biceps and triceps. They felt his pecs and shoulders too. Ryan was proud of his body and he liked to show it off. He like being a big strong boy. The girls couldn’t believe how much muscle Ryan had. He had way more muscle than the other boys. And the muscle was hard. It wasn’t flabby muscle. It was hard muscle. And they saw the fights Ryan had with the boys. They knew how strong Ryan was. They looked into his blue eyes and swooned over the beauty of his face and his eyes. They loved his blond hair. They dreamed that Ryan would be their husband. That he would protect them from all the evil in the world. Ryan was their hero, a five year old hero.

When Ryan was five years old, he started playing T Ball. This is like baseball, but there isn’t a pitcher. The ball sits on a T so the little batter can hit it. Ryan now weighed 70 pounds, over 25 pounds more than the average five year old. His baby fat was totally gone. He was solid muscle. And he was stunning to look at. A five year old kid made of solid muscle.

David signed him up in the local league and when they arrived the officials demanded to see a copy of Ryan’s birth certificate. They looked at David and then at Ryan. David stood at 5’ 7” tall and weighed 120 pounds of flab. He had brown eyes, brown hair and was a drab as cardboard. Then there was Ryan. He was several inches taller than the other five year olds and he was incredibly more muscular. His face was so good looking, with his blond hair and blue eyes and an extremely good looking bone structure -high wide cheekbones, small nose, strong jaw, but his body was the body of a total athlete, a tall body with broad shoulders packed with muscle, big muscular arms and chest and thick strong legs. He sure didn’t look like David’s son.

Ryan was wearing a tee shirt and shorts with sneakers and very short socks. His calf muscles were very large compared to the other kids and you could see he had very big thigh muscles under those shorts. His shoulders strained the fabric of his tee shirt, a shirt that would have been very big on all the other kids, but on Ryan it fit tightly around his big muscles. His forearms were very muscular and you could see his big upper arms pushing on the fabric of the tee shirt. His pec muscles bulged out under the tee shirt and from the back you could see his lats under the shirt. The other fathers just stood there looking at Ryan.

“Your son sure is big,” said one of the fathers. “I never saw a kid with that much muscle before.” David smiled proudly. “Thank you. Yes, Ryan is very big and strong. He’s a lucky kid.” The father looked at his own son. The kid was short and very wimpy looking. Then he whispered to David, “I wish my kid looked like Ryan. It would be great having a kid like Ryan as my son.” David grinned. The father kept looking at Ryan, watching his muscles flex and twitch as he moved his arms and legs. “So what kind of work do you do?” David looked at the guy and said, “I have some independent money so I don’t have to work. I’m Ryan’s full time father. We practice sports together, we work out together. Ryan loves to work out. He loves seeing his muscles grow bigger and stronger. I love being Ryan’s father.” The father kept looking at Ryan and said, “Well, I can sure understand that.”

The boys were all signed up on teams and Ryan became a member of the Tigers. He liked the name of the team. He felt like a tiger himself. They handed out uniforms to all the kids, except that Ryan didn’t fit into any of the uniforms they had. He was too big. His waist was small but his torso was way too big for any of the uniforms. Plus he couldn’t get his big muscular legs into the pants. So they had to order a Tigers uniform from the 10 year old team that would fit Ryan. His torso and legs were already the size of an 10 year old.

So Ryan starting practicing with the Tigers wearing his tee shirt and his shorts. Every kid had five chances to hit the ball from the T. Ryan was the last player to bat. The other players tried to hit the ball. Sometimes they missed the ball. Sometimes they hit little fowl balls and a few times a kid would hit a fair ball about as far as second base. After all, these were just five year olds. Then Ryan came up to bat. He looked at his bat and then at the ball. He kept his eyes on the ball as he swung the bat. He hit the ball so hard it flew over the outfield into the next ball field. Everyone gasped as they saw how hard Ryan hit the ball. His muscles were extremely coordinated. They bulged and flexed at exactly the right time, smashing maximum power into the ball. Ryan hit four more balls with equal force. Every hit was a home run.

He dropped the bat and smiled at all the adoring parents and kids who were yelling cheers. “Looks like the Tigers have their power hitter,” said the father standing next to David. “Your son is something else.” All the other players came up and started talking to Ryan. They gave him high fives and patted him on his broad back. They were sure glad he was on their team. One of the boys asked Ryan to make a muscle. So Ryan raised his arm and flexed his bicep. He pulled up the sleeve on his shirt so all of his bicep was exposed. There was a gasp from the boys. They had never seen a muscle that big on a kid. A couple of the kids touched Ryan’s bicep and felt how big and hard it was. “You are so strong,” said one of the boys. “Yeah,” said Ryan. “I’m real strong.” Several of the kids stood back and just looked at Ryan in awe. Ryan grinned proudly as the kids admired him. He was obviously their leader.

“Your son is a great athlete,” said the father standing next to David. “He sure doesn’t look anything like you.” David smiled. “Well, Ryan works out a lot. He loves to challenge his muscles. We’ve played baseball quite a bit in our backyard, so he already knows how to play. And yeah, he’s got a great body too. He likes to work out with weights and he’s built up a lot of muscle already. I don’t know where he got such great genes.” He smiled again thinking of Ryan’s two muscular parents.

Next was the infield practice. The boys stood in the infield and the coach batted the ball at them. Then they had to catch the ball or field the grounder and then throw it to the first baseman, who hopefully would catch it. The coach batted the ball around. The little players would get the ball and then toss it to first base. A few of the players couldn’t even throw it as far as first base. It rolled up to the first baseman. Finally the coach batted the ball to Ryan, who was playing third base. Ryan grabbed the ball off the field and threw a line drive at the first baseman. He threw the ball so hard there was hardly any arc on the throw. The ball hit the first baseman in the chest and knocked him over.

One of the coaches ran over to the first baseman and the head coach ran over to Ryan. He grabbed Ryan’s muscular shoulder and felt the muscle flex in his hand. “Whoa, young man. You’re strong! You’re way stronger than any of the other players on this team. You gotta lighten up. You can’t throw at your full strength. You might hurt a player if you use all your strength. Throw like this.” The coach threw a ball at first base - the player was still on the ground writhing in pain - in a big loose arc. “But I can throw better than that,” said Ryan. “I can throw real hard.” The coach grabbed Ryan’s arm and squeezed. Ryan flexed his muscle and the coach’s hand sprang open as the rock hard muscle bulged. “I know you can young man. But try to throw softer. These boys aren’t the athlete you are.” Ryan nodded his head. “Okay, coach. I’ll try. But it might be hard.” He flexed his arm harder in the coach’s hand and looked at the coach’s stunned face as he felt the big five year old bicep muscle flexing in his hand. “I’m strong,” he said. The coach nodded. He knew Ryan would be their star player.

The father standing next to David was basically the same size as David, about 5’ 7” and 120 pounds of scrawny flab. He turned to David and said, “I want my son to meet Ryan. I want my son to meet a real athlete. Maybe he’ll get some inspiration. Hey Justin! Come over here for a minute.” Justin looked at him. Justin was one of the kids who stood back when Ryan was showing off his muscles to the kids. He was in total awe of Ryan’s body. He came over to his dad. He was three inches shorter than Ryan and looked like he weighed about 45 pounds, just a little more than half of Ryan’s weight. And he was soft and flabby, not muscular like Ryan. “Hey Justin, this is Ryan. Did you see how far Ryan hit those balls? Did you see him throw that ball? If you work hard, maybe you can be a real athlete like him.”

Justin stared at Ryan’s body. Then he looked at his own body. Then he looked back at Ryan, who was standing there grinning, with his big blue eyes open wide, looking down on the pitiful little wimp standing in front of him. His big pec muscles bulged out of his shirt and his muscular shoulders were six inches wider than Justin’s. Justin looked up at his dad. “Daddy, I look like you. Did you ever look like Ryan when you were a kid? Did you ever have muscles like him?” The father blushed. “Well, no. I was always small and weak.” Justin looked at Ryan’s big arms. “I’d love to look like Ryan. I’d love to have arms with lots of muscle. I’d love to be strong like Ryan. Did you see all the kids looking at Ryan, feeling his muscles? They all want to be his friend. I’d love to be a big kid like Ryan. Do you think it might happen, Daddy?” The father kind of grimaced. “Well, we can try,” he said, fully knowing his son was never going to look like Ryan.

Ryan looked at his own father. David looked just like the father of the wimpy kid Justin. Ryan was thinking to himself. If Justin is so small and weak, why aren’t I small and weak, just like my dad? Why am I so big and strong and muscular? I guess it’s all my hard work. You work hard, pushing your muscles, and they grow bigger and stronger. Yeah, lot’s of hard work. I work real hard and my muscles get bigger and stronger.

The first baseman had finally recovered. He was holding his chest and looking at Ryan like he was looking at a jock god. Now all the players went to the outfield to try to catch fly balls that the coach hit to them. Most of the five year old players just stood there, having no clue about what to do. But Ryan knew what to do. He was running around, running from left field to center field, then from center field to right field, catching the ball, and throwing it back in again. Even when a player had his eye on the ball, Ryan was much quicker and stronger. He was aggressive. He was dominant. He jumped in front of the player, pushing him out of the way with a big sweep of his muscular arm, and caught the ball. Ryan wanted to catch all the balls he could. He was very competitive. Very aggressive. He could throw the ball all the way from center field to home plate. The other players could only throw about 20 feet. Ryan could throw 100 feet easy. It was like Ryan was a one boy outfield. He caught ten balls and all the other kids only caught two.

Justin was in right field and he couldn’t take his eyes off Ryan. He wasn’t looking at the ball, he was looking at Ryan. Ryan caught a ball in right field, right next to Justin, and threw it into the plate. The coach yelled out, “Okay, take a break. players.”

Ryan turned around and stood in front of Justin. His skin was sweating from all the running and throwing he had done. “Gettin kind of hot,” he said as he pulled off his tee shirt. His muscular torso was now fully exposed. Justin’s mouth dropped open as he looked at Ryan’s body. Ryan’s wide shoulders were capped with thick muscle. His lats flared down from those broad shoulders to his narrow, athletic hips. He had bulging pec muscles that were covered with drops of sweat. Then Justin looked at his abs. They looked like a washboard. An eight pack of shredded muscle covered with a layer of sweat. Ryan’s big muscular arms looked like the arms of a young gymnast, not the arms of a six year old. And his legs were thick and very muscular. Ryan was 70 pounds of solid muscle. Justin was 45 pounds of scrawny flab.

Justin’s eyes were almost popping out of his head as he looked at Ryan’s body. His legs felt weak. Ryan grinned. “You like my muscles, Justin? They’re real big, aren’t they? They’re real strong too. Go ahead and feel ‘em, Justin. Feel how hard they are.” Justin felt queasy in his stomach and his legs almost collapsed as he realized he was going to be able to feel Ryan’s big muscles. He was overcome with emotion. He reached out at put his hand on Ryan’s eight pack abs, abs that were sweaty and rippling with corrugated muscle. He rubbed his fingers over the rock hard muscle. “Oh, oh, oh my God,” he said. “Your muscle is so hard.” He rubbed his fingers of the washboard of muscle. His legs almost gave out. It was like he was in heaven, feeling the body of a god. He had never felt muscle like this and he was getting all excited by feeling it.

Ryan smiled, his blue eyes twinkling at Justin. He reached over and felt Justin’s abs. It was like he was feeling jelly. “You got muscles in there somewhere, but they sure ain’t strong and hard like mine. I can do 200 situps easy. My abs are real strong. Punch me in the gut. Punch me as hard as you can. You can’t hurt me. Come on. Gimme a punch. Your fist against my abs. It won’t even be close. My abs are way too strong.”

Justin looked at Ryan and realized he was serious. Ryan flexed his abs. “Come on, kid. Punch me. Your little fist can’t hurt these abs.” Justin made a fist, pulled back his arm and punched Ryan in his abs as hard as he could. There was a loud smacking sound, like his fist had just it a brick wall. He jerked back his fist and yelled out in pain. His hand really hurt. Ryan laughed. “Geez, Justin, I could hardly feel that. You punch like a little girl.” He rubbed his hand over his abs, feeling the crevices of rock like muscle. “My abs are like bricks. Your little fist hit a bunch of bricks. You wanna try it again? You wanna use your other hand? The one that ain’t broken?” Ryan laughed. He loved being the strong, dominant male. Justin shook his head. “No, no, your muscles are way too strong. Too hard and too strong.” He moved his hands over Ryan’s abs again, feeling the sweaty hard muscle. He was overcome with awe. He had never felt anything like this in his short life.

Then he moved his hands up and felt Ryan’s pec muscles. Ryan looked down and smiled as the little kid felt muscle he had never felt before. Justin had absolutely no pecs. “Those are called pec muscles. They help me push my arms away from my body, like when I’m doing pushups. I can do 200 pushups easy.” Justin gulped. He couldn’t do any pushups at all. And he was standing next to a kid who could do 200. He kind of groaned as Ryan kept bragging. “And I can bench press 165 pounds. I get on a bench and have a big barbell on the rack loaded to 165 pounds. Then I lower the bar to my chest and push it up with all these muscles. My pec muscles get really big and hard when I’m doing it. My muscles are so strong I could take one of you in each of my hands and press you up from the bench. My pecs are that strong.” Justin gulped again as Ryan bragged about his strength. He rubbed his hands all over Ryan’s pec muscles as Ryan proudly flexed them for him.

Then Ryan got an idea. He grabbed Justin’s hand and put in on his shoulder. “Feel that muscle, Justin. That’s called a delt muscle. It helps your arm lift things over head. Feel how much muscle I got on my shoulders. I got a lot of muscle there. I work my shoulders real hard.” He reached over and felt Justin’s bony little shoulder. “You ain’t got any delt muscles at all. You got nothing but bone and fat in your shoulders, not muscle like me. Now hold still. You’re gonna see how strong my muscle is.” Ryan reached over and grabbed Justin by his crotch and his armpit. Then he jerked Justin off the ground and pressed him overhead. Justin gasped and all the other kids in the outfield gasped too as they watched Ryan push Justin up like he was a little stick. Justin looked down at the rippling muscles in Ryan’s shoulders. “You ain’t heavy at all. I can press way more than my bodyweight, 90 pounds, and you don’t weigh anything close to that. You feel like a little feather to my big strong muscles.” He lowered Justin and then pressed him up and down again three times. Then he lowered him carefully to the ground and grinned. “Piece of cake. I’m real strong.” He flexed his delt muscles in Justin’s face, showing off to the little wimp boy. Justin grabbed onto Ryan’s shoulders and felt the bulging muscle. He was overwhelmed.

Ryan looked down at his arms and then at Justin’s little body. He flexed his bicep muscle in Justin’s face. “You see that muscle? You see how big it is? That muscle is real strong. Watch what it can do.” He grabbed Justin by his crotch and his armpit again, this time in a curling position. Then he started curling the little 45 pound boy up. Justin’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw Ryan’s bicep muscles bulge with incredible size as they lifted his body like he was a little twig. “You’re real light,” said Ryan as he lowered Justin down and curled him up again. “These big guns can curl 75 pounds. You’re like nothing to them. My guns are strong!” He curled him up one more time and then dropped him to the ground. The flexed his arms as Justin looked up in total awe. Ryan looked down at him with a twinkle in his blue eyes and a grin on his face, a grin that said “yeah, I’m the strong dominant male.” Justin looked at Ryan’s huge arms and his beautiful face and moaned in awe.

All the other kids were gathered around. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Ryan grinned at the kids as he flexed. He was enjoying showing off how strong he was. Finally Justin got up to his feet. Ryan flexed his lat muscles and stood about two feet away from Justin. “You see these muscles? They’re called lat muscles. Yeah, I can see you don’t have any lat muscles Justin. Only us guys who work out get big strong lat muscles. They help my arms pull towards me. Like pullups. I can do 50 pullups. My lat muscles really get big and pumped up when I do pullups.” Justin gulped. He couldn’t to any pullups and this kid who was his age could do 50 of them. This kid was like a god. Ryan continued bragging. “I do rowing motions too. I take a big barbell, like 120 pounds, and pull it up to my chest from the floor. God, my lats really get big and hard after a couple of sets of those. Here, I’m gonna show you how strong they are.”

He walked up to Justin and wrapped his arms inside Justin’s arms and around his chest. Then he grabbed his hands together and started squeezing. “See, I’m pulling your little chest into my chest. Your little chest is about half the size of my chest, ‘cause my chest is full of muscle. My lats are bursting out of the sides of my body. The other kids can see them. Feel ‘em, Justin. They’re really big and hard. You feel the muscle? You feel the strength? You feel my power?” Justin was overwhelmed. Ryan’s body felt like solid rock. His muscles were rock hard as he squeezed Justin’s puny little chest. His lats were slabs of muscle, rock hard under Justin’s dainty little hands. “Yeah,” he murmured. He loved feeling Ryan’s muscles. He even liked to feel them crushing his little body. He wanted to feel their strength. He wanted to feel their power. Ryan grinned. “Well you ain’t felt nothin’ yet.” He pulled his arms in harder, squeezing Justin’s flabby little chest harder against his big rock hard pec muscles. Suddenly Justin couldn’t breathe. All the air was forced out of his lungs by the power of Ryan’s muscles. He could feel Ryan’s biceps on the sides of his chest. He could feel his bulging pec muscles forcing themselves into his little chest. He could feel Ryan’s huge lat muscles as the bulged and flared out on his body. He could feel all of Ryan’s hard muscles squeezing his weak little body.

He was now almost delirious. He was delirious but he was so happy. He looked at Ryan with a look of awe, the look of a pitiful little wimp looking at his powerful, muscular leader in total awe. Ryan looked into Justin’s little brown eyes with his big blue eyes and said, “Yeah, you like my muscles.” He squeezed harder. “When I get bigger, my muscles will be so strong I could crush all the bones in your chest. I’m gonna get real big. I’m gonna get real strong. I’m gonna be able to break bones if I want to. It’s gonna be fun when I’m so strong I can break bones.” Ryan looked into Justin’s face and grinned. He was so happy he was so strong. Justin’s face was beet red. His was gasping in awe as he felt Ryan’s overwhelming strength. Finally Ryan let go and Justin went crashing to the ground.

Ryan put his foot on Justin’s crushed body and flexed his arms for all the other kids. They all rushed up to him and started feeling his arms. “You are so strong!” they yelled. Justin looked up at Ryan in total awe. Ryan was his hero.

After the practice all the kids came up to Ryan wanted to talk to him, to become his friend. And the parents came up to David, chatting him up, wanting to get to know him too. David had been totally ignored in high school. He had a total of two friends, both wimps like him. Now all these parents, most of them tall and good looking, former jocks themselves, were coming up to him like he was an old friend. And it was all because of Ryan, his muscle son. Several of the parents invited Ryan over to their homes to play with their son. Like Justin’s father, they thought Ryan would be a perfect playmate for their son. Tall, muscular and strong. The perfect boy for their son to emulate, to look up to, to try to imitate.

David handed Ryan a protein shake. “Gotta keep up your protein, big guy.” Ryan nodded and glugged it down. “I wanna go home and work out hard. The coach wouldn’t let me throw hard. He says I’m too strong, that I could hurt the other players. That just made me mad. I wanna get stronger. I wanna get bigger. I wanna get real strong. Real big and real strong!” Ryan was showing his aggression. David smiled. He liked it when Ryan was all pumped up like this. “Okay, star. We’ll go home and you can work out like crazy. Then we’ll have steak for dinner. More protein, more muscle.” Ryan grinned. He loved steak. He could eat two steaks. Maybe tonight he would eat three.

Father an son got home and Ryan jumped out of the car. He raced into the house and went into the gym. As usual, he didn’t have a shirt on. Just his shorts. David followed him close behind. The gym looked a little different from when Ryan started working out. There were now pictures of him on the walls, progress pictures showing how his muscles had been growing. There was a series of pictures showing him just standing in front of the camera and you could see his shoulders getting broader, his pecs and lats getting bigger, his fat disappearing and his eight pack abs starting to show. His arms kept getting bigger and more muscular. His legs got bigger too and you could see much more muscle striation in the later pictures because all his fat was gone. His calves got a lot bigger too. And he was taller, much taller.

There were pictures of Ryan flexing his biceps and you could see them getting bigger, month by month. His pecs and lats got bigger too. You could see the muscle growing in the pictures. His shoulders got wider. Now there was much more muscle there. They looked like little cannonballs. Cannonballs of muscle. He pictures of his abs were amazing because you could see his babyfat disappearing while his eight pack was developing. His latest picture show his full eight pack, hard ridges of muscle that looked like a washboard. And he had no fat. His legs had gone from muscular to super muscular and now the ridges of his big quad muscles were showing. His calves got bigger too. Ryan was now doing calf raises with 250 pounds. His calves were getting gigantic. You could see all this muscle growth in the pictures.

There was also a chart showing his increases in weight, his increases in height and the increases in muscle mass in his arms, forearms, shoulders, chest, legs and calves. The chart also showed Ryan’s tremendous increase in strength. He was now stronger than most teenagers. He was solid muscle. Solid, rock hard muscle. The transformation shown in the pictures was amazing. Ryan was already muscular when he started lifting weights. Now he looked like a young god. Ryan and David loved looking at his pictures. They loved to see his muscles growing, getting bigger, harder, stronger. They knew he was going to grow even more.

Ryan jumped on the scale. His eyes got wide. “Hey look, Daddy. It says 72 pounds. I’m up to 72 pounds. Another two pounds of muscle. My workouts have really been buildin’ the muscle!” David looked at the scale and smiled. Ryan was a phenomenon. Ryan went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Vitamin Water and gulped it down. He looked at the exercise chart on the wall. “Today, I’m doin’ shoulders and chest. I’m gonna work these muscles so hard they’re gonna burn!” He rubbed his hands over his delt and pec muscles, the muscles that were already so strong he knocked over the first baseman with his bullet-like throw. Ryan was now on a split routine. He worked out different muscles on different days. This allowed each muscle group time to grow bigger and stronger between workouts.

David was Ryan’s spotter. Ryan was now way stronger than David in all of his exercises. Yes, it was hard to believe. Five year old Ryan was stronger than his thirty-two year old father. His first exercise was the military press. David loaded 50 pounds on the bar. This was Ryan’s warm up weight. Ryan easily brought the bar to his chest and cranked out 15 easy reps. “Daddy, I can remember I couldn’t lift 50 pounds at all. Now it’s really easy! My shoulders have really gotten strong!” David put his hands on Ryan’s bulging shoulders and felt the hard muscle. David himself could only press 50 pounds. Ryan was doing warmups with David’s maximum weight. “They sure have, Ryan. They sure have. Your shoulders are very strong.” Ryan grinned. “More weight! More weight! My shoulders want more weight!’ David put another 20 pounds on the bar, 70 pounds. This was Ryan’s bodyweight. Very few teenagers or men can press their own bodyweight. Ryan pulled up the bar and pressed it up and down ten times. It was easy. A week earlier he could only get six reps. Now it was ten. He was getting bigger and stronger by the week. He dropped the bar and flexed his arms in the mirror. “Wow, my shoulders are really strong! They are really strong! More weight, Daddy. They want more weight! Look at how big my muscles are. Look at how they’re bulging out on my shoulders. They want more weight. They wanna get even bigger!”

David smiled. He loved it when his son was all pumped up like this. He loaded another 20 pounds on the bar. It now weighed 90 pounds. This had been Ryan’s maximum weight, but somehow David knew that it wasn’t his maximum anymore. Ryan picked up the bar and brought it to his shoulders. He watched his body in the mirror as he ordered his young shoulders to press the bar up. Following the command of their young master, his delt muscles bulged in his shoulders and the bar went up. When it got all the way up, Ryan yelled “Yeah!” and slowly lowered the bar. Then he pressed it up four more times. He dropped the bar and flexed his arms in front of his father. “Five reps with 90 pounds! Real strong Daddy. Real strong. I’m stronger than you are Daddy. My shoulders are way stronger than your shoulders. How’s it feel to have a son who’s stronger than you? Huh? Huh?” He flexed as David felt Ryan’s hard, pumped up, throbbing delt muscles. “It feels real good, Ryan. Real good.”

“I feel strong, Daddy. My shoulders want more weight! I’m gonna break my record again. My muscles keep getting bigger and stronger! They want more weight!” David smiled. Ryan’s muscles always wanted more weight. He loaded 10 pounds on to the bar. It now weighed 100 pounds. A five year old boy was going to try to press 100 pounds. Ryan grabbed the bar and lifted it easily to his shoulders. The he grunted as he ordered his shoulders and arms to press up the heavy iron. His muscles bulged as they pressed up the bar. Muscles against iron. And Ryan’s muscles always smashed the iron. Ryan pressed the bar all the way up and yelled “Strong!” He lowered the bar and pressed it up again, looking at his bulging muscles in the mirror. He dropped the bar and yelled “Real strong!” as he smashed his bulging shoulder into his dad’s gut, almost knocking him over. David grabbed him and felt the hot hard sweaty muscle.

Ryan pulled away and smiled. He like being stronger than his dad. “I’m thirsty,” he said as he headed to the refrigerator. He grabbed a bottle of GatorAid and glugged it down. “Workin’ out hard makes me real thirsty. It’s probably because I sweat so much,” he said as he looked at all the sweat dripping off his body. “I work my muscles so hard they really sweat.” David came up and rubbed his hands over Ryan’s sweaty body. “Sweat is good for you. You know your muscles are really working when they sweat. Your blood is pumping through the muscles, making them bigger and stronger. Sweat is good. Real good.” He licked Ryan’s sweat off of his hand. It was real salty. It tasted so good.

Ryan’s next exercise was dumbbell presses. David gave him some 20 pound dumbbells for his warmups and he easily did 15 reps. David grabbed the camera. “I’m going to get some pictures of you pressing up some heavy dumbbells. You’re gonna look great pressing up the heavy iron. The pictures will show off how much bigger your shoulders have gotten. You should be able to use 30 pounds easy.” He handed Ryan the 30 pound dumbbells. Ryan sat on the bench with the dumbbells at shoulder level, looking at David and the camera. Even just holding the dumbbells, his shoulders looked huge. David snapped away. Ryan pressed the dumbbells up and David snapped pic after pic as his big delt muscles pushed up on the heavy weights. Ryan was looking at the camera with his big blue eyes wide open. He had a determined look on his face. He looked so gorgeous. A beautiful face, big sky blue eyes and buff bulging muscles pushing up the heavy iron. Ryan did ten reps with the 30’s and let them crash to the floor when he was done. His shoulders were absolutely bulging with muscle.

Ryan looked at his shoulders in the mirror. “More weight, Daddy. My shoulders want more weight. Look how big they are. They’re getting huge. They want more weight.” David just couldn’t believe how strong his son was. He reached for the 35 pound dumbbells. “You know, Ryan, there are a lot of grown men who can’t press up 35 pound dumbbells.” Ryan grinned. “I love being strong.”

David handed the 35 pounders to Ryan and then grabbed his high definition video camera. He began speaking. “We’re now going to watch Ryan press 35 pound dumbbells. Ryan is only five years old. I think he’s the strongest five year old in the world. Look at the size of Ryan’s shoulders. Look how much muscle he’s got.” David panned in and got a close up view of Ryan’s right shoulder. He could see the striations of muscle bulging as Ryan held the dumbbell at shoulder height. “Okay, Ryan, go ahead. Push up that heavy iron.”

Ryan pushed and the heavy weights went up. Then he lowered the weights and did four more reps. Every time he pushed, he grunted, like an animal, as he ordered his big muscles to push up the heavy iron. David got fantastic video shots of Ryan’s muscles working. He got great shots of his shoulders and his arms. He also panned in on Ryan’s face and got the intensity of his concentration and the animal sounds of his grunts. It was a perfect video, showing off Ryan’s huge torso muscles, his strength and his beautiful face. Ryan finished and dropped the weights to the floor. Sweat was dripping off his shoulders and pecs and David zoomed in to get a good video of his pumped up striated muscle and the sweat. “Wow, Ryan, that was great. Look how big and pumped your muscles are. You look fantastic. How’s it feel to be so strong, Ryan? What’s it feel like?” Ryan grinned at the camera. “It feels great. It feels so good to be strong. I’m stronger than every kid I know. Today in baseball the coach said I’m so strong I threw the ball too hard for the other players. I knocked over the first baseman. All the other kids could barely throw the ball and I could throw it from center field to home plate. Plus all my hits were home runs. I love having big muscles. Look how big and strong they are. I love being stronger than the other kids.”

Ryan flexed his arm for the video camera and rubbed his other hand over his bicep and delt muscles. “Those muscles are hard as rocks. And they’re really strong. I’m even stronger than my Daddy. Daddy’s got a son who’s stronger than him! It’s great to be strong.” He flexed both arms and stuck his tongue out at the camera. David was practically salivating as Ryan bragged about how big his muscles were and how strong he was. David loved taking and watching these videos.

“More weight, Daddy. My muscles want more weight!” David grabbed the 40 pounders and gazed at the iron. He could barely pick them up and Ryan was going to press them up with one arm. One very muscular five year old arm and a delt that looked like a writhing cannonball sitting on his shoulder.. He handed the dumbbells to Ryan who jerked them easily to his shoulders. Then he grunted and cranked out two reps as his delts bulged with throbbing muscle. He threw the weights on the floor when he finished and he reached up and felt his huge bulging delt muscles. His shoulders were now completely exhausted. They were totally pumped and red with blood. You could see each fiber twitching under his thin skin. “My shoulders sure feel big. They pushed a lot of iron and got real big. And they’re sore, but it’s a good kind of sore, Daddy. It’s the kind of sore that makes ‘em grow. They’re gonna be bigger and stronger next week. My muscles are always getting bigger and stronger ‘cause I work ‘em so hard.” David nodded as he continued the video.

He kept the video on as Ryan got ready for the bench press. The video caught his muscular body moving so gracefully, getting some more GatorAid, glugging it down and stretching out his big pec muscles, getting ready for the bench press. Ryan was now ready for the bench. Ryan’s bench was smaller than a normal bench because his arms were much shorter than an adult’s arms. But the weights he would be using weren’t going to be small. Ryan grabbed the big Olympic bar and put it on his bench rack. The big bar looked strange on Ryan’s little rack over his little bench.

David put on two 45 pound plates, making the bar weigh 135 pounds. This was Ryan’s warmup weight. Most teenagers couldn’t bench 135 and Ryan was going to warm up with it. “This should be a good warmup weight for you Ryan. You are getting so strong in the bench.” This was double the maximum weight David could bench press in high school. Five year old Ryan was warming up with twice David’s high school maximum weight. Even now, David’s maximum bench was 100 pounds. And Ryan had flown be that already. David wondered how much he would bench today.

Ryan got on the bench and easily cranked out 15 reps. He jumped up and watched his pecs in the mirror. He flexed his pecs one by one, bouncing the muscle. “Look at my muscles bounce, Daddy. I can make my muscles bounce. I got a lot of muscle there. Look at the strands of muscle. They look like steel cords.” David couldn’t believe how ripped and shredded Ryan’s pec muscles were. “Yeah, they look great,” he said as he zoomed the video in on Ryan’s bulging pec muscles. Ryan smiled. I’m gonna work ‘em real hard. They’re gonna get way bigger. And way stronger! More weight, Daddy. More weight!”

David added 10 pounds on each side. Now the bar weighed 155 pounds. Ryan looked at the big Olympic bar with the big 45 pound plates and the 10 pound plates and grinned. “I’m liftin’ like a real man. I got a man’s weight on a man’s bar. I’m a real man.” David smiled. “Yes, you are a real man, Ryan. You are an Alpha man. An Alpha Alpha man. You’re at the top of the mountain when it comes to men.” Ryan smiled and got on the bench.

Ryan got on the bench and did 10 reps. It looked easy for him. His big chest and his muscle butt kept his thin waist about two inches off the bench as he pressed the big bar up and down. He had such a fantastic, athletic body with a big chest, thin waist and a tight muscle butt. He looked great benching the big weight. He jumped off the bench and flexed his pecs in the mirror. They were now fully pumped up and they looked huge. Blood was surging through the muscle. His skin was red and the muscle fibers were clearly visible under his thin skin. Veins were showing too. He was totally pumped. And he was ready for more. “More weight! More weight! Look at my big muscles. Look how pumped and red they are. They’re real strong. They want more weight!”

So David took put on two more 10 pound plates. Now the bar weighed 175 pounds. This was 10 pounds more than Ryan’s maximum bench last week. But David knew he could do it. Ryan just kept on getting bigger and stronger. Ten pounds in a week was nothing for his growing muscles. Ryan looked at the big weights and grinned. This was a weight that a normal six year old couldn’t even lift off the floor and Ryan was going to bench it. Ryan himself could deadlift way over 200 pounds. He got on the bench, grabbed the bar and David lifted the bar from the rack. He was going to spot Ryan very carefully. As Ryan held the bar, he looked down at his son’s muscular chest, at those big pec muscles, at that handsome face, those big blue eyes that were staring up at their daddy with all the confidence in the world.

Ryan lowered the bar until it hit his two big pec muscles. Then he grunted like a young lion and his pecs burst into striated bulging muscle as he pushed the bar back up. His arms were rippling as his triceps bulged and his delt muscles bulged in his shoulders as they helped push up the heavy iron. He got it to the top and yelled “Yeah!” Then he lowered the weight and pressed it back up. He made six reps with this heavy weight, a weight most teenagers could not bench. He jumped off the bench and flexed his arms in front of his dad. “Yeah, I’m strong!” he yelled, as his dad felt his bulging hot sweaty muscles. His abs were glistening with sweat and they looked like a washboard beneath his big pumped up chest. His lats were pumped up too and looked like thick wings on his back, tapering down from his wide, muscular shoulders to his narrow athletic hips. He glugged down some Vitamin Water.

“One more set,” he said. “My muscles are gonna get huge. Pretty soon I’m gonna be using two of these.” He picked up a big 45 pound plate and pressed it overhead. “I’m gonna be usin’ lots of the big weights, just like the big boys in the muscle magazines. I’m gonna be big, just like them.” David nodded. He knew Ryan was telling the truth. Five year old Ryan did another four rep set of 175 pound bench presses, using almost double the weight that his 32 year old father had ever used. He jumped off the bench and flexed his pecs in the mirror. “Feel ‘em daddy. Fell how big and hard they are.” David stood in back of his muscle son and felt his bulging pecs, hot and sweaty and pumped to the max. He sighed. “You are so big and strong, Ryan.” Ryan grinned and flexed some more.

Next Ryan did incline dumbbell presses for his upper pecs, pec muscles that were now truly bulging with muscle. He did four sets going from 40 pound dumbbells up to 60 pounds dumbbells. David got a video of these. He loved to see Ryan handle the heavy dumbbells, watching his big muscles flex and push the heavy weights. When he finished, Ryan’s pec muscles were burning. After his last rep, Ryan dropped the big dumbbells to the floor and said, “Great workout! My muscles are really sore. They’re gonna get so big, so strong. That baseball coach really made me work out hard. Now I’m gonna be even stronger. I’ll be able to throw the ball even harder. Bigger, faster, stronger! That’s me!”

David grinned. He loved his muscle son. He grabbed a protein drink from the refrigerator. Ryan ripped it open and glugged it down. “I’m going to go fix our dinner,” he said. “It will take about a half hour and I know you’ll be real hungry. We’re gonna have salad, steak, potatoes, peas and lots of milk. I’m gonna make an extra steak for you Ryan. You’ve worked out so hard I know you’ll want extra food. Your muscles will want more protein so they can grow even bigger and stronger.” Ryan grinned. “Yeah,” he said. “Food. Lots of food. My muscles want lots of food. Big weights and lots of food. Yeah. Yeah.” David patted him on the back and went into the kitchen. Ryan went into the family room and played a video game while drinking more GatorAid. And yes, Ryan ate three steaks for dinner, plus a baked potato, a salad, lots of peas and a quart of milk. Lots of food for his growing body. He got tired after dinner and went to bed at 8:30. Ryan always slept very well. His body needed time to rest and grow. And it rested and grew very well. David went to his room and watched the videos he had just taken of his muscle son.

David accepted one of the many invitations he had received at the baseball practice. The host was a guy named Mike who was the kind of guy David always idolized. He was about six feet tall, very good looking, thin but fat-free and quite muscular. David found out he had played football in high school – he was a wide receiver– and he now kept in shape by lifting weights and running. Plus he played golf. He was the typical early 30’s jock stud. He sold insurance and was a star performer because he was so good looking and athletic. People wanted to be around him. David wanted to be around him. Mike would never have talked to David in high school. All the high school jock studs either totally ignored David or teased and bullied him. But now Mike wanted to be his friend. And it was all because of Ryan, David’s muscle son. Mike’s son Steve looked like his father. He was somewhat tall and thin. He wasn’t as tall and not nearly as muscular as Ryan, but he was one of the better players on the T ball team. David could tell he was going to be a decent athlete, but not nearly as good as Ryan.

So David and Ryan went over to Steve’s house. It wasn’t as big as their house, but it was nice. Ryan and Steve went upstairs to play while Mike and David had a beer in the family room. David had never before had a beer with a guy who looked like Mike, a total jock. Mike was wearing a tight tee shirt that showed off his sculpted muscles. His biceps bulged every time he took a sip of his beer. And of course he wanted to talk sports, mainly football and baseball. David loved it. He was now talking to a real muscle jock, all because of Ryan.

Upstairs, Ryan and Steve were playing in Steve’s room. They were playing with Steve’s cars and trucks. After a while, Ryan had to go to the bathroom. “Where’s the bathroom, Steve? I have to go.” Steve pointed out his door. “It’s down the hall. I’ll show you.” They walked out of Steve’s room down the hall. A door was open on the left. Inside the room there were clothes piled up all over. The room was a complete mess. Ryan walked into the room. “Who’s room is this?” he asked. Steve followed him, but he looked very nervous. “It’s my brother Jake’s room, but we better get out. My brother’s 10 years old and he hates me. If I do anything he doesn’t like, he beats me up. If he sees us in his room, he’s gonna beat both of us up. He’s real mean, Ryan.” Ryan looked at Steve and could see he was very upset. He started walking to the door of the room. Then he heard a loud yell. “What the fuck! You’re in my room! Little bro is in my room! Oh you’re gonna pay. You’re gonna really pay. Oh what’s this? You got a little friend with you. Well, you’re both gonna pay. Us ten year olds love to beat up you puny little five year olds. It’s fun beating the shit outta you.”

Big bro Jake stood in the door, looking down at Steve and Ryan. He was tall for his age and thin, just like his father. But he had some muscle on his frame. He looked like a ten year old basketball player. He looked at Steve and made fists with both of his hands. “Leave him alone,” said Ryan. “I’m the one who went into your room and he just followed me. Steve didn’t want to come in here. So beat me up. Don’t beat up Steve.” Jake smiled. “Well, okay little friend. You wanna save my brother, huh? Well, I’m gonna beat you up and then I’m gonna beat him up anyway. He always deserves to get the shit beat outta him.”

Jake moved towards Ryan. He made a fist and punched him hard in his chest. He was expecting Ryan to fall over in pain. But Ryan didn’t fall over. He had placed one foot behind him and he just stood there and smiled at Jake. Jake grabbed his hand, which now hurt. “You’re fuckin’ hard as a rock,” he said as he looked at his hand and then at Ryan. “Hard as a rock and way stronger than you!” yelled Ryan as he jumped at Jake pounded two devastating blows into Jake’s gut. Jake buckled over in pain and Ryan started pummeling him in the gut and chest with both fists. Jake was buckled over in abject pain as Ryan pounded his body. He couldn’t punch back. He was overwhelmed by Ryan’s strong muscular arms. Ryan’s punches were very hard and they dug down deep into Jake’s slender flesh. Ryan was four times stronger than Jake and his punches felt like they were thrown by a piledriver. Jake started crying, begging Ryan to stop.

Then Ryan landed a punch on Jake’s jaw that knocked him down. Ryan jumped on top of him and kept punching. Blow after blow by Ryan’s muscular arms smashed into Jake’s body. Now Ryan could hit his face too and he started pounding on Jake’s face, breaking his nose and bruising every part of his face. He also kept pounding on his body. Jake cried louder and louder. Never before had he suffered a beating like this. Steve was standing there yelling at Ryan to keep punching, to pay back his brother for all the beatings he had taken. “Pound him, Ryan. Pound him real hard. Pound the shit outta him!” he yelled.

Ryan’s punches were very strong. He could now bench press 175 pounds and all that power was being directed into his steel like fists. All the strength of his big pecs, delts and arms was being focused into his fists as they pounded into Jake’s face and body. He felt aggressive and dominant, pounding the big bully with his strong, weight trained muscles. He felt so good. Big, strong and dominant.

Finally Ryan stopped punching. He sat on Steve’s chest and flexed his big muscular arms. “Tell your brother you’re sorry. Tell your brother you’re sorry you beat him up all the time.” Jake looked at Steve but he didn’t say anything. Ryan smashed him again three times in the face. Blood was pouring out of his nose. Jake looked at Steve and said. “I’m sorry I beat you up little bro. I’m sorry.” Ryan hit him again. “Tell him if you ever lay a hand on him, his friend Ryan’s gonna come over here and beat you up so bad you’d wish you were dead.” Jake looked at Ryan and Ryan smashed him again in the face. “If I ever lay a hand on you, your friend Ryan is gonna come over here and beat the shit outta me.” Ryan hit him one more time. “Go clean yourself up. If Steve ever says you touched him, I’m gonna rip your arm right off your body.” Jake shuddered.

Ryan got up, went into the bathroom and took his piss. When he came out, he went back into Steve’s room. Steve closed his door and gave Ryan a big hug. “This is the best day in my life,” he said. Ryan smiled at his new friend. All that punching had made Ryan real hot so he took off his shirt. His body was covered with sweat. Steve grabbed hold of Ryan’s arm and felt the hot muscle, the muscle that had just beat up his bully brother. Ryan flexed and Steve groaned. It was so good having a friend like Ryan.

The boys went downstairs into the family room where the dads were talking sports. Mike looked up and saw Ryan’s muscular body, which was covered with sweat. “Whoa, looks like you’ve been workin’ out. You really worked up a sweat.” Steve patted Ryan on the back and said, “He just beat up Jake. Jake was gonna beat us up. He punched Ryan, but his fist just bounced off Ryan’s big muscles. Then Ryan hit him hard in the gut and then he just smashed him. He pounded him so hard I think he broke Jake’s nose. It was just great. Jake promised never to beat me up again. Ryan’s the best friend I ever had.” He put his arm around Ryan’s broad shoulders and squeezed.

Mike looked at Ryan, who stood shirtless next to Steve. “Wow, Ryan, you sure are a strong young man. You got a lot of muscle. You are such a great athlete. Look at those muscles! And there you go, beating up a 10 year old. Serves him right. I kept telling him not to beat up Steve, but he never paid any attention to me. I guess he’s gonna pay attention to Ryan. Everyone’s gonna be paying attention to Ryan.” David smiled and nodded his head and Ryan grinned. He loved being a strong boy. David loved having a muscle son.

They drove home. Ryan was pounding his fists into his hands, telling his dad all about his fight with Jake. When they got home, Ryan jumped out of the car and ran into the gym. He went right over to the big punching bag that was hanging down low, so low that it would be right at Ryan’s level. Then he started punching the bag, big hard punches with his right and left fists. “That was fun beatin’ up Jake,” he said. “It felt so good feeling my fists pounding into his body. I was way stronger than him. I just pounded him. My fists were way stronger than his body.” Ryan smashed his right fist into the bag. David shuddered as he saw all the power in Ryan’s punches. “I wanna learn to fight better, Daddy. I’m so strong I always win. But if I fight bigger guys, I’ll need to fight better. And I wanna fight bigger guys. Guys my age are way too easy to fight. I wanna fight big guys and I wanna kill ‘em. I wanna learn how to fight real good. I wanna fight big guys and smash their bodies. I love to fight.”

David remembered that Ryan’s biological father was a champion kick boxer. Ryan had obviously inherited his surging testosterone and his aggression. “Okay, Ryan. After school starts, I’ll find a gym that will teach you to fight real good. Before then, you can hit this bag. That plus the weight training should really build up your punching power. Plus I’ll fight with you. You’ll be a good fighter before you even go into the gym. Ryan smashed his fist into the bag. “Yeah!” he yelled. “I’m gonna beat you daddy. I’m gonna beat you!” He smashed his fists into the bag again and again. Ryan was totally aggressive.

Ryan was the star of the T-ball team. He hit a home run every time he was at bat. The coach put him at shortstop, and from that position he covered the area from third base to second base. He ran up, snagged the ball and tossed it to first base for the out. He used an underhand toss, because if he threw overhand he would knock the first baseman onto his butt. It was just too hard for him to go easy on the throw. He had so much testosterone and adrenaline surging through his body during every game that it was hard for him to control his aggression. His team won every game and Ryan was the MVP. All his teammates loved him. They were all his friends.

Ryan punched his bag every day before his weight workouts. It was a great warmup and he could tell he was getting faster and stronger as he punched. He could push the bag farther and farther back with one punch. He had a speed bag too and that really helped with his quickness. Ryan was strong but he was also very quick. He had great reflexes.

David had some fights with Ryan on the mat, but after a few months he gave up because Ryan was a much better fighter and he was way too strong. Because of the height difference, David got on his knees. The two boxers put on gloves. David thought his longer reach would help him pound on Ryan, but Ryan easily dodged out of the way of each punch. Then he moved in quickly and smashed David in the chest and gut. No face punches were allowed. His blows were really hard, and as he put on more and more muscle and punched the bag more and more, the blows became overwhelming to David. If Ryan had hit David’s head, he could have knocked him out. Ryan was so strong and aggressive he just battered his father until he surrendered. Then Ryan would flex his arms and yell “I beat you! I beat you! I beat my own daddy!” Finally the fights got too brutal for David. Ryan was ready for the fight school. He hoped the fight school was ready for Ryan.

That fall, Ryan was ready to start first grade. He had grown several inches in height and at six years old now weighed 85 pounds of solid muscle. He was way bigger, heavier and stronger than kids many years older than he was. His great genetics, intense weightlifting and great food had made him look like a young superman.

David took him to the barber the day before school started. He sat in the chair and the barber trimmed his blond hair to a buzz cut that made him look so masculine, so strong. The barber looked at Ryan’s face and said, “You’re one of the best looking boys I’ve ever had in my shop. You could be a model if you wanted to be. Your face is so good looking. Your eyes are so blue, so beautiful. Plus you’ve got the body that every kid wishes he had. Big and strong, confident, dynamic. You’re an amazing young man.” Ryan looked at himself in the mirror, smiled and said, “Thank you sir.” He had been receiving compliments his entire life. Everyone who saw him couldn’t get over how good he looked, how big and strong he was, what a fine young man he was. People went out of their way to do things for Ryan. They wanted to please him. They wanted to do what he wanted. Ryan was a total Alpha male.

On his first day of school, Ryan took a shower and when he stepped out of the shower David looked at his son. He was everything a father could want in a son. Incredibly good looking, extremely muscular and strong, confident, aggressive, dominant. Ryan had spent a lot of time in the sun over the summer, swimming, going to the beach, playing baseball, doing everything a kid likes to do. His skin was a golden tan, actually darker than his blond hair. He looked so good standing there with just his butt and his crotch area as white as can be next to his golden tan skin everywhere else on his body.

His shoulders were so wide and capped with muscle and his hips were narrow. He looked so athletic. He had oblique muscles as well as an eight pack of corrugated ab muscles. Those oblique muscles pointed down from his narrow hips to his crotch. His whole body looked so radiant, so strong, so athletic, from his broad shoulders to his bulging pecs to his muscular arms to his flaring lats to his muscular legs. He was a perfect boy. David smiled. Ryan was everything he hoped he would be.

David brought out Ryan’s new school clothes. He had a white polo shirt, some tan shorts and some new Nike shoes. The polo shirt was size 12, meant to fit a 12 year old. The shorts were size 22 waist but they had to have extra big leg holes so that Ryan could fit his big thighs into them. Also, the shorts needed enough room for Ryan’s muscular bubble butt to bulge out in the back. It took a long time for David to find those shorts. And the shoes were some of the best Nike had to offer. David wanted Ryan to look real good on his first day of school. Of course, Ryan would have looked good even if he was wearing rags.

Ryan put on the shirt. “It’s kind of tight, Daddy. My chest is almost too big for the shirt. Look, you can see my pec muscles bulging out under the shirt. And see, my lat muscles are bulging out too, and my shoulders are so wide the shirt is tight on them.” David rubbed his hands on Ryan’s muscles. “Well, you look very good in the shirt. People will see your muscles. They’ll know you’re a strong boy. I like your shirt.” Ryan looked at himself in the mirror and flexed his muscles a couple of times. The sleeves of the shirt were pretty short and Ryan’s biceps and triceps were very big, so the sleeves just went to the bulge in his biceps. His big arms completely filled up the sleeves. In fact the sleeve couldn’t fit over his bicep muscle. You could see the whole bicep muscle and the vein that went up the bicep from his muscular forearm as he stood there. The white shirt made his deep tan even deeper. He looked so good. “Yeah, I do look pretty good, don’t I,” said Ryan as he smiled.

He put on some boxer shorts and then his tan shorts, pulling the shorts over his huge thighs. He pulled down his shorts a bit to show about an inch of his boxers. He already knew the way to wear his shorts. Loose and low, hanging down below his muscular abs. Ryan already knew how to sag, and he was only six years old. His firm round muscle butt held up the shorts. David tried to get him to raise the shorts a bit, but Ryan wanted them low. “They look good this way,” he said as he pulled up his shirt and flexed his abs in the mirror, with his boxers well below his navel and the shorts even lower. You could see his abs, his oblique muscles and his butt muscles. Ryan thought it would be fun to pull up his shirt and show off his ab and butt muscles like this.

So Ryan had his tight white polo shirt hanging over his low hanging shorts. His muscle butt pushed the shirt out in the back and you could see his pecs under the shirt in the front. And his lats were clearly visible, pushing out the sides of the shirt. Ryan knew how to dress.

He put on his shoes. Very low socks, so low you couldn’t see them. His calf muscles really bulged above his shoes. He was now doing calf raises with 320 pounds. His legs were really big and strong. When you looked at Ryan’s legs, you said to yourself, “This kid is strong!”

Ryan had a big breakfast of steak and eggs and toast and orange juice and milk. David packed two big protein shakes for him, one to drink as a mid morning snack and one to drink two hours after lunch. For lunch, he made three big sandwiches for Ryan, with tuna fish, chicken and beef. Plus he had some carrots and lots of milk. Ryan would eat more for lunch than three of his classmates. But Ryan was building muscle. He had a very fast metabolism - he didn’t put on any fat - and he had to keep eating to keep building muscle. And he ate a lot. Ryan loved to eat.

David and Ryan walked to school. The elementary school was about a mile from their house and a lot of the parents drove their kids. But David and Ryan walked. Ryan liked to exercise. Every minute of every day, Ryan liked to exercise his muscles. They got to the school and Ryan was already pre-registered in first grade. They found his classroom and met his new teacher, Mr. Hyatt. Mr. Hyatt was in his 20’s, a small bookish guy. He was the type of teacher who could never teach a high school class because he was smaller than the high school students. So he taught first grade.

Mr. Hyatt took one look at Ryan and he mouth dropped open. “Are you sure you’re supposed to be in first grade? You look a lot older.” David laughed. Everyone always thought Ryan was older. “Yeah, he’s only six years old. But he works out a lot. He likes working out and getting bigger and stronger. Right, Ryan?” Ryan smiled. His bright white, perfect teeth sparkled and his blue eyes twinkled. “Yeah, it’s great being big and strong. I’m stronger than my Daddy. I’m gonna get real big and real strong.” He flexed his arm for Mr. Hyatt and the teacher started stuttering. Ryan’s arm was much bigger than the teacher’s. And it was rock hard. Solid muscle.

Mr. Hyatt looked at David. “You are very lucky to have a son like Ryan. You can just tell he’s going to be a leader.” David smiled. “Yes, I’m very lucky,” he said. He patted Ryan on his back and said goodbye. Ryan started talking to a few of the other kids, who kept looking at his muscles and at his incredibly good looking face. Other kids kept coming up to Ryan, wanting to talk to him, wanting to get to know him. Yes, Ryan was a leader. All of the girls wanted to be his girlfriend. All of the boys wanted to be him.

One of the boys in the class was Justin, the little T-ball player who had idolized Ryan on the baseball field. Ryan said hello to Justin and then flexed his arm for him. He knew Justin would want to feel his muscle. His muscle had gotten a lot bigger since that day on the baseball field and it was still as hard as a rock. Justin moaned as he felt Ryan’s muscle. “Your muscle’s gotten so much bigger. It’s huge and it’s still so hard.” Ryan smiled. “Yeah, it’s gotten real big and it’s real strong too. I can curl 110 pounds. I could take you in one arm and curl you up with that big bicep. Remember what I did to you on the baseball field. Well, I’m a lot stronger now.” Justin stared at Ryan’s arm. The teacher asked the kids to sit down and Justin made sure he was sitting right next to Ryan. He wanted to look at Ryan’s muscles all day.

After about an hour, it was time for morning recess. All the classes in the school went out onto the field, where the kids could run around and play for about 15 minutes. Ryan drank his protein drink and ran out onto the field. He was talking to two of the boys in his class when he looked across the field and saw two big fourth graders with Justin. One of the fourth graders had a big worm in his hand and the other one had Justin’s arm twisted up his back. It looked like they were trying to force Justin to eat the worm.

Ryan ran over and yelled, “What are you doing?” The two boys looked at Ryan and laughed. They thought Ryan was in fifth or sixth grade. “We’re havin’ a little fun. We’re makin’ this little first grader eat a worm. He won’t eat it so were givin’ him some pain. We’re gonna give him more pain until he eats it. It’s real fun.” Ryan got a mean look on his face. “So it’s fun givin’ out pain, huh?” he said. He ripped off his shirt. The two boys stared at his body. They had never seen so much muscle in their lives. He was standing there with his boxers showing and his shorts sagging. His abs were phenomenal. His arms were filled with rippling muscle, his shoulders were broad and thick, his lats flared down to his narrow hips and his pecs bulged. “Drop his arm,” ordered Ryan. Instantly, the older boy obeyed Ryan. “Okay, instead of hurting Justin, give me some pain. Both of you can fight me at the same time. And for the first 20 seconds, I’m not even going to fight back. You can give me all the pain you want. Justin, you count to 20. Go!”

The two boys looked stunned. Justin started counting as Ryan just stood there. Then they attacked. One boy hit Ryan as hard as he could in the gut, but Ryan’s abs were so strong his fist just bounced off like he had hit a brick wall. The other boy grabbed Ryan’s wrist and tried to twist it up his back, just like he had done to Justin. Ryan let the wrist go up about six inches. Then his tricep bulged in his arm and his wrist stopped. The boy struggled with both of his arms but he couldn’t make the wrist go any higher. The first boy started hitting Ryan in the chest and the abs as hard as he could, but all his punches just bounced off harmlessly.

All the other kids were now gathered around watching the two big fourth graders try to hurt Ryan. “Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!” yelled Justin. Ryan smiled. “Looks like I’m not as weak as little Justin here. And ya know, I didn’t feel any pain. You wanna feel some pain?” Suddenly, he flexed his triceps and his arm immediately straightened. Both of the bully’s arms couldn’t hold it back. He made a fist and smashed it into the gut of the boy who had been trying to hit him. His fist went almost all the way to his spine, powered by the enormous force of Ryan’s muscles. The boy fell to the ground and curled up in a fetal position holding his gut and crying. Then he started vomiting. He was crying and vomiting at the same time. Ryan grabbed the wrist of the boy who was holding his arm, jerked it up his back with one powerful push of his arm until the boy started crying in abject pain. “That’s what pain feels like,” said Ryan. “You like to feel pain? You think it’s fun giving out pain to little weak kids like little Justin here? Hey Justin, feed him the worm. Feed this big bully the worm.”

Justin’s eyes lit up. He found the worm on the ground and held it up in front of the bully’s eyes. “Open up,” he said. The bully didn’t open. Ryan jerked his arm higher on his back. “Ya know I’m so strong I could tear your arm off your shoulder. I could rip your arm off your body.” He pushed the arm a little higher. The boy was now crying wildly. He opened his mouth and Justin fed him the worm. “Chew it and swallow it,” said Ryan as he held his arm firmly. The boy chewed the worm and swallowed it. Ryan pushed the boy onto the ground on top of his friend. He put his foot on one of the bullies and flexed his biceps as they looked up at him in awe. “If you ever touch another kid, you’re gonna think this was a birthday party. Next time, I’ll break some bones.” Ryan was now so strong he could break bones He knew it and the boys knew it.

He turned away from the bullies and Justin grabbed onto him. “Thank you Ryan. Thank you so much.” All the kids were cheering. Ryan was their hero. Ryan put on his shirt and the kids went back to class. Of course, the bullies couldn’t complain about getting beat up because they had attacked Ryan first. It was self defense.

Ryan had a great day in school and he could hardly wait to tell his dad about what he did to the bullies. He met his dad after school so they could walk home together. Ryan was smiling as he walked out the school door. There were several kids with him, talking to him, wanting to be his friend. He looked so radiant in his white polo shirt with wide shoulders, his pecs bulging out and his muscular arms swinging at his sides. He ran up to his dad. “Daddy, you remember that weak little kid Justin from baseball? Well, at recess today there were two big fourth graders trying to make Justin eat a worm. One of them was twisting his arm and poor Justin was really hurting. So I ran up there and grabbed his arm away. Then I let the two big kids try to hurt me. One of them hit me in the abs and chest, but you know how hard my muscles are Daddy. I could hardly feel his punches. The other guy tried to twist my arm up my back, just like he was doing to Justin. Here, Daddy, try to twist my arm.” Ryan held out his arm and his dad grabbed the wrist. Then he started twisting it up Ryan’s back. Then the twisting stopped. Ryan’s big tricep muscle bulged out and stopped the twisting. It was much too strong. “Look at my big muscle, Daddy. I stopped his twisting with my big muscle. Try to twist harder. Twist as hard as you can, Daddy.”

So David twisted harder, but Ryan’s big tricep just bulged bigger in his arm. There was no way David could twist Ryan’s arm. “Yeah, that’s what happened today. The kid couldn’t believe it. He was using both of his arms but my big muscle just stopped ‘em. Then after Justin counted to 20 I jerked my arm away from him and punched the kid who was hitting me real hard in the gut. You know how hard I can hit, don’t you Daddy. I can hit real hard. Well, my fist went way into his gut. His gut felt like Jello. He fell to the ground and started crying and puking. One punch from this fist and he was puking.” Ryan held up his right arm and made a fist. His big forearm muscles writhed like snakes. He flexed his upper arm too. That arm looked like a killing machine. “Yeah, one punch is all it took,” said Ryan, looking at his muscular arm.

“Then I grabbed the arm of the kid who was trying to twist my arm and I twisted it up his back. He was real weak. Well, he was real weak to me. It was easy for me to push his arm way up. He started crying. I told him to eat the worm he was going to make Justin eat. At first he wouldn’t do it, but I twisted a little higher and he was bawling in pain. So he ate the worm. He chewed it up and swallowed it. Yukky. But he got what he was giving Justin. Then I told them to stop hurting all the weak little kids in school. No more bullying at our school. All the kids cheered. They love me. They love my muscles. They all want to be my friend. Justin really likes my muscles. He wants to feel them all the time. He sits right next to me and looks at my muscles all the time. And now that I saved him from the bullies, he really likes my muscles. It’s cool, having kids really like you.”

David smiled and patted Ryan on the back. He was thinking of Justin. Years ago, he would have been just like Justin, looking at the muscles of the big muscular kid in class. Now he had a muscle kid as his own son. “Looks like you had a very good first day of school.” Ryan reached in his backpack and grabbed a protein shake. He drank it down. “I wanna work out real hard today. I wanna work out my arms. I wanna push real heavy weights with these triceps. I wanna make ‘em even bigger and stronger. I wanna make ‘em huge.” He flexed his triceps and David felt the rock hard muscles. “Yeah, we’ll work ‘em out real hard. Pretty soon your arms will be bigger than a teenager’s. Your arms are already so big and strong. And you’re gonna make ‘em bigger, more muscular, even stronger. Work ‘em hard, Ryan. Work ‘em real hard.” David loved his muscle son.

So they walked home and Ryan burst into the gym. He stripped off his school clothes and was wearing just his boxers. Ryan was going to start another brutal workout. Meanwhile Justin and most of the other kids in his class would be watching TV or playing video games. Ryan was making his muscles grow bigger and stronger. The other kids were sitting around and getting fat. Ryan looked so good in his boxers. He had them sagging low, so you could see his ripped ab muscles and his obliques which were pointing right down to his crotch. Plus you could see the tops of his glutes. His boxers were so low that you could see some of his naturally white skin on his glutes and just above his crotch. He stood before and mirror and checked out his abs, which looked fantastic. David’s eyes were wide open as he looked at his son’s flexing abs.

“I wanna work my abs first,” he said. He loved it when they were so hard and solid. The fourth grader’s punches couldn’t make the tiniest dent in his rock hard ab muscles. He did three sets of 100 situps. Then he got on a slanted bench, put a 25 pound plate behind his neck, and did three sets of 25 situps with the heavy weight. This made his abs thicker and stronger. Finally he did three sets of 50 leg raises hanging from a bar. After that workout his abs were brutally hard and tough. David ran his hands over Ryan’s ab muscles, feeling the hard corrugated fibers. “Punch me, Daddy. Punch me as hard as you can,” said Ryan. “Pretend you’re a big kid from school.” Ryan stood there and grinned at his dad. His blue eyes sparkled and his bright white teeth shined. His cheeks were now reddened from the exercise and sweat was starting for form on his perfect body. “Hit me, Daddy. Hit me!” yelled Ryan.

David pulled back his arm and smashed his fist into Ryan’s washboard of muscle. He pulled back his hand and rubbed it because it hurt. Ryan’s abs were much harder than his fist. Ryan laughed. “See, my abs are really hard. They’re real thick and hard and strong. Punch ‘em again, Daddy. I couldn’t even feel that punch. Your punches are way weaker than my punches.” David smiled. “Well, you’re a lot stronger than me. I’m a weak little Daddy and you’re a big strong Ryan.” Ryan grinned. “Yeah! Yeah! Hit me again. Gimme all you got, weak little Daddy!”

David used his other hand and smashed into Ryan’s gut as hard as he possibly could. Now that hand really hurt. Ryan laughed and rubbed his hand over his hard ab muscles. “Like a bunch of bricks,” he said. “Hard as bricks. No kid is ever gonna be able to hurt my gut. My muscles are too big and hard and strong Even my dad can’t hurt my gut.” David nodded his head as he felt his hurting hand and watched Ryan’s eight pack of corrugated muscle flex in front of him.

Ryan went over and took a GatorAid out of the refrigerator and drank it down. “Time for arms,” he said. “First I’m gonna do the triceps. I want my triceps to get real big, real strong. I want big huge triceps.” David grabbed Ryan’s tricep muscles and felt the rock hard fibers. “You know, the triceps are two thirds of the muscle in your arm. Everyone works out their biceps so much, but the triceps are really the big arm muscles. So it’s good you’re going to work out your triceps so hard. Your arms are really getting big. Big, strong and totally muscular.” Ryan grinned and flexed his triceps. “Yeah, yeah. Big, strong and solid muscle!”

Ryan went over to the pulley machine. “I’m gonna do some heavy pressdowns. Real heavy so my muscles grow real big.” He flexed his triceps and checked out the muscle. He loaded up the weight to 50 pounds. This was his warmup. He easily cranked out 15 reps and then put on another 20 pounds. He was going to do tricep pressdowns with a weight that was only 15 pounds lighter than his bodyweight. “Hold my shoulders, Daddy. My muscles are so strong I’ll lift myself up when I press down.” David put his hands on Ryan’s trap muscles, big hard ridges of muscle that had grown very big and hard from all the shrugs Ryan did with heavy weights. Ryan pressed down on the bar and pushed it down. Then he did it again nine more times. “Yeah, real strong,” he said as he turned around and flexed his triceps for his dad. “But I need more weight. These babies wanna grow! They need more weight!” So he put on another 20 pounds, making the weight be 90 pounds, five pounds more than his bodyweight. “Yeah,” he said. “Big weight, big muscles.” He looked at his triceps. “You’re gonna be pressin’ some heavy iron. You’re gonna get real pumped and real big.”

David held on to Ryan’s traps as he pressed down on the bar. His triceps exploded in his arms as he cranked out five reps with the heavy weight. David let his arms up for a second and Ryan’s feet lifted off the ground. He was pressing more than he weighed. David couldn’t believe how strong his son was. He looked down at the big muscles in his son’s arms as they pushed down on the heavy bar. David was in awe as he looked at his son’s muscles, as he felt his hot, muscular body, as he watched those muscles work and grow. When he finished, Ryan flexed his triceps in front of his dad. “Feel how big they are. Feel how hard they are.” David felt the gigantic tricep muscles on Ryan’s arms, muscles that were much much larger than his own muscles and larger than the tricep muscles of most teenagers.

“Try to twist my arm, Daddy. Try to twist my arm.” Ryan put his arm at his side and looked up into his dad’s eyes. He wanted to test his strength against his dad. David grabbed Ryan’s wrist and tried to push his arm up his back. But as soon as he got about two inches, the pushing stopped. Ryan’s big tricep muscle bulged in his arm. His muscle was way bigger and way stronger than David’s arm. “Come on, Daddy, you’re not trying very hard. You gotta try harder. My muscle’s really big. You gotta try harder against that muscle.” So David pushed up with all his might, using both of his hands, but he still couldn’t budge Ryan’s arm at all. “You’re too strong for me, Ryan. Your arm muscle is stronger than both of my arms. Look how big that muscle is. It’s so big and so strong.” Ryan looked down at his bulging muscle and smiled. “Yeah. I’m a strong boy and you’re a weak Daddy. I bet you wish you were as strong as me. Do you wish you were as strong as me?” David rubbed his hand over Ryan’s bulging tricep muscles and said, “Yes, I always wanted to be as strong as you, but I never was. I always wished I was strong. And I’m so glad you’re big and strong. I don’t need to be strong, because you are. I can pretend your muscles are my muscles. I love you Ryan.” He bent down and kissed Ryan’s big tricep.

Ryan took another drink of Gatorade and then did another three reps with the heavy weight. His triceps were exhausted. But he wasn’t done working them out. He wanted to kill them. He wanted them to be so exhausted they would grow like crazy. So he did four sets of French presses, lifting a heavy barbell over his head. Then he did four sets of side dumbbell raises, raising heavy dumbbells up and back with the power of his big triceps. Ryan was sweating heavily when he finished. “Whoa, my triceps are really burning,” he said. “They’re like crying in pain. But now they’re gonna grow. They’re gonna get bigger and stronger so they can lift that weight easy next time. My muscles always get bigger and stronger when I work ‘em out hard.” He grabbed a protein drink out of the refrigerator and drank it down. “More protein, more muscle,” he said.

Then Ryan worked his biceps. He did barbell curls, going up to 120 pounds and dumbbell curls using 45 pound dumbbells. Then he did some reverse curls, which worked out his forearms as well as his outer biceps and some forearm curls. When he finished his arms were bulging with pumped up rock hard muscle. Veins were everywhere and his skin was reddish brown from all the blood surging under his tan skin.

He flexed his arms in the mirror and smiled. His arms really looked amazing. They looked like the arms of a 15 year old bodybuilder rather than the arms of a six year old. “Flex your arms next to mine, Daddy. Let’s see what your arms look like next to your kid’s.” So David got on his knees and flexed his arms next to Ryan’s. Ryan’s arms were much larger and they were way more muscular and harder. David was made of flab. Ryan was made of muscle. “I got way more muscle than you do, Daddy. I work out real hard and I’m getting lots of muscle.”

“Let’s arm wrestle, Daddy. Let’s see if little six year old Ryan can beat his Daddy.” He flexed his arm muscles next to his dad’s arm. It was easy to see how much bigger his muscles were than his dad’s. He always liked these comparisons. His dad did too. He liked to see Ryan’s muscles growing, getting bigger, getting stronger. It had been awhile since father and son had arm wrestled. David barely beat Ryan before. But now he knew the result would be different. Ryan was so strong. His genes were incredible. He had so much testosterone surging through his body that his muscles were growing bigger and stronger every week.

David got a thick telephone book and put it on the table. Ryan was jumping up and down, ready to go. He was still just wearing his boxer shorts and his whole body was covered with sweat. Ryan sat down on a stood and put his arm on the telephone book. David sat on the other side and put his arm on the table. Their hands were evenly matched. David’s hand was much bigger than Ryan’s hand even though Ryan’s muscular fingers were almost as thick as David’s thin bony fingers. David looked at Ryan’s arm. His forearm was packed with muscle and since he had just finished his forearm curls, all that muscle was pumped and rock hard. Veins covered the muscle. His forearm was almost as big as David’s and it was solid muscle. David’s forearm was nothing but flab. Ryan’s upper arm was pumped and the fibers were flexing even as he held his arm still. His bicep was bulging and veins were surging with blood under his skin. David had no bicep at all and Ryan had a big ball of muscle flexing in his arm. His arm was covered with sweat. You could see the fibers of muscle flexing under his thin tan skin. Ryan’s delts looked way bigger than David’s, caps of thick, solid muscle packed onto his shoulders. David’s shoulders were nothing but bone. Ryan grinned as he saw his arm next to his dad’s. “Looks like I got all the muscle in this family,” he said.

They put their hands together. “You ready, Daddy? You ready for my big muscle?” David looked at Ryan’s arm. The muscle was twitching with excitement. “Yeah, I’m ready. You say go.” Ryan looked at his dad and grinned. His eyes sparkled with blue light. “Ready, set, GO!” yelled Ryan. Immediately he slammed his dad’s hand on the table. David didn’t even have a chance to put up a fight. “Hey, that wasn’t fair. I didn’t know you were going to go that fast. Let’s try it again, and I’ll say go.” Ryan laughed. “Okay, you say go. But my muscles are fast. I’m real quick and my muscles are strong. When you say go, you better be ready.” David nodded his head as he looked at Ryan’s bulging arm muscle. The fibers were still twitching. Ryan was so excited. David said very slowly, “Ready….set….go!” Immediately he pushed down on his arm but Ryan’s muscles were already flexing. He only got about an inch down and he stopped. He pushed and he pushed but he couldn’t get any farther. He was trying so hard his face started getter red. Why wouldn’t Ryan’s arm move? Then he looked up and Ryan’s face. He was sitting there calmly, looking at his arm and watching his muscle flex. “Come on Daddy, you gotta try harder. I can hardly feel that. You gotta be stronger than that! You’re a grown up.”

David pushed as hard as he could. It was like he was pushing into a brick wall. “I’m pushing as hard as I can, Ryan. I’m a weak daddy, remember?” Ryan looked up and saw his daddy’s straining face and then looked back down at his muscles. He wasn’t straining at all. “Okay, weak Daddy, feel some real muscle.” At that his muscles started to bulge more. They got bigger as they applied more force. Their arms moved back up to the center position. David was still straining as hard as he could but Ryan was easily moving his arm up. Ryan looked up at his dad and stuck out his tongue. Then he yelled, “Smash him, muscle!” and his bicep instantly flexed into a huge ball of muscle and smashed David’s arm to the table. He held his dad’s hand there for several seconds, looking at the muscles in his arm. “Weak little Daddy got smashed by Ryan’s big muscles. I love being stronger than my Daddy. I love being a strong kid.” David looked at Ryan’s beautiful face and said, “I love having a strong kid. I love you Ryan.” Ryan kissed his daddy on the cheek.

Ryan kept working out during his first grade year. He ruled his school. He was captain of every team and got to pick all the players. He was used to this because he had been doing it all his life. Sometimes he put little Justin on his team just because he knew Justin liked his muscles so much. And Ryan was so big and strong he did the work of three or four players. Then he let Justin feel his muscles after the game. Justin just loved Ryan. And his teams always won.

The girls couldn’t get enough of Ryan. They were around him all the time, wanting to talk to him, wanting to be his friend. He would look at them with his big blue eyes and smile with his bright white teeth and they would almost collapse. He was so good looking and his body was so muscular, so strong, so masculine, so radiant. Ryan was everything they wanted a boy to be.

In school, Ryan was aggressive but yet he was so happy and friendly that all the kids and his teacher loved him. He was the dominant boy in his class, actually in the whole school. He was the Alpha male. Whatever Ryan wanted to do, people did it. Whatever Ryan wanted to do, that’s what everyone else wanted to do. He was so good looking, so strong and so confident that his teacher often couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, staring at his beautiful face or watching his arms flex as he moved around the classroom. When Ryan wore shorts, the teacher and the kids got a chance to see his huge calves, flexing as he walked and ran. Whenever Ryan raised his hand, Mr. Hyatt always called on him. When the students were doing work in class, Mr. Hyatt always came up to Ryan’s desk and made sure he understood the work. He would stand there looking at Ryan’s forearm as he wrote. He would look at his blond hair and almost faint when Ryan smiled at him with a twinkle in his sky blue eyes. Ryan always got “A’s” in school.

When Ryan turned seven years old later that year, David signed him up for a fight school at a gym. Ryan now weighed 100 pounds, 45 pounds more than an average seven year old. And he was all muscle. No fat on this boy. He stood four feet eight inches tall, eight inches taller than an average seven year old. Ryan was a big, muscular kid. His shoulders were broad and his hips were narrow. And he was a quick, agile kid. He was a total athlete.

David and Ryan discussed what kind of fight school Ryan should go to. Would it be boxing? Wrestling? Kickboxing? Karate? Jiu-jitsu? Ryan liked all those things. He loved to box, but he also loved to wrestle. He loved pinning guys down with his strong muscles. He loved twisting arms and legs. But with boxing, he could knock kids down like he did his dad. He could pound his fist into their bodies. He could make them really hurt. He loved boxing too. And he like to use his feet. His legs were very strong. He could now squat with 300 pounds. When he hit you with his feet, powered by his muscular legs, he would knock you down. He could injure you. He loved to use his feet. He had lethal hands and feet and he loved fighting with them. He had battered his dad many times. His dad loved to get battered by his muscle son. And Ryan liked the moves of karate and ju-jitsu. He liked the quick action, being able to strike quickly and just as quickly dart out of the way of your opponent.

Ryan wanted to fight with all these skills. He was so aggressive. He wanted to be the best fighter a kid could be. He was way stronger than any kid his age. He knew it by seeing how weak the other kids were compared to him. Now he wanted to be the best fighter of any kid his age. One night Ryan and David watched the Ultimate Fighting Championship, where big muscular guys fight it out to a knockout or submission in an octagon ring. Blood poured out of their bodies as their big muscles pounded each other. And those fighters used all kinds of fighting techniques -boxing, wrestling, kickboxing, and jiu-jitsu. It was Mixed Martial Arts, fighting to the death in the most brutal, primal way. It was a combination of boxing, wrestling, karate, muay thai, jiu jitsu and tae kwon. Ryan loved it. “I wanna fight like that! I wanna kill! I wanna punch! I wanna kick! I wanna strangle him! I wanna squeeze his little neck with my big arm! I wanna fight, fight, fight!” Ryan was all stoked.

Ryan and David watched MMA fights on TV. And then they fought and wrestled on their own mat. Ryan was now four times as strong as David, so Ryan won every fight. David loved fighting Ryan. He loved feeling Ryan’s big muscles dominate him. He loved it when Ryan called him weak. He loved it when Ryan would sit on top of him and flex his arms after he had won a fight. David would lie there and feel Ryan’s muscles, feel the bulging masses of muscle that were popping up everywhere on Ryan’s body. David loved his muscle son.

Now Ryan wanted to fight some other boys. He wanted to use his big strong muscles to dominate them, to crush them, to smash them. Just like the fighters on TV. Ryan wanted to kill. David found a Mixed Martial Arts gym in the city. Ryan dressed in a big sweatshirt and sweat pants and they went over to check it out. It was in kind of a seedy blue collar area of town, where the men were tough. They were truck drivers, construction workers, garbage men. They were big and they liked to fight. They walked into the gym. They had a couple rings in the gym, plus an area with some weights and an area with some mats. There were some guys in their teens and 20’s lifting weights. There was another group fighting in the rings. Two fighters would fight for five minutes with a coach guiding them on technique. Then there was a class going on on the mats. It looked like the students were in the 10 to 14 age range, young students wanting to learn MMA.

David looked up and saw a large sign on the wall. “Minimum Age 10 years old.” He pointed to the sign. “It says you have to be 10 years old, Ryan. I guess we’ll have to wait.” Ryan looked over at the 10 to 14 year old kids in the class. He flexed his arm and felt his bulging muscle. “Daddy, I can beat them. I’m bigger and stronger than them. Yeah, some of ‘em are taller than me but I got more muscle. And I already know how to fight. Remember, I’ve been fighting you and I beat you every time. I know I could fight ‘em and win. I wanna fight ‘em Daddy. I wanna fight those big kids.”

David smiled. His son was full of confidence. Full of aggression. He was a fighter. David grabbed Ryan by the hand and walked over to the desk, where there was a big guy in his 30’s doing some paperwork. The guy was enormous, obviously a fighter himself. He looked up at David and kind of shrugged, as if to say what’s a wimp like you doing in here. “I’d like to sign my son up for some MMA training,” said David. “He’s been workin’ out and he already knows how to fight.” The big guy looked at Ryan. “How old is he?” he asked. David didn’t want to lie. “He’s seven years old, but he’s real strong. He says he could beat those kids over there.” The big man stood up and looked down at David. “SEVEN YEARS OLD?!! Look at that sign over there. This kid’s way too young to train here. Those kids would beat the shit outta him.”

David handed the guy a $100 bill. The big guy’s eyes bulged as he looked at Benjamin Franklin. “Give the kid a chance. You pick one of your best 12 year old fighters to fight Ryan. If Ryan wins, I’ll give you another $100 and you sign up Ryan. If he loses, you keep the $100 and we’ll leave. Deal?” The big guy looked at the $100 bill and then at the other $100 bill David had in his hand. He looked at Ryan, who had his fists in the air, doing some mock punches as he jumped around. The kid had a very good looking face, with his blue eyes and blond hair. But he also looked kind of tough. Kind of like a young John Cena. The big guy couldn’t put his foot on it, but even though Ryan was very good looking he did look tough.

The big guy put the $100 in his pocket and said “Deal.” He walked over to the mat and yelled “Tony, get over here.” Tony was a big kid. He had dark hair and brown eyes. His body was big but he still had some babyfat on it. He was about five feet four inches tall, six inches taller than Ryan, and must have weighed about 140 pounds. So he outweighed Ryan by 40 pounds. But a lot of his weight was fat. He was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. No shoes.

The big guy said. “Tony, see this little kid here. He wants to be a fighter. But he ain’t 10 years old yet. In fact, he’s only seven. But he says he can beat you. His wimpy dad thinks he can beat you too. I don’t know what they’ve been smokin’. Now you’ve been workin’ out here for two years, so I know you can beat this little kid. You’re our best 12 year old fighter. I want you to beat him up real bad. I want you to show him what it’s like to get beaten real bad by a MMA fighter, a big tough kid fighter from this gym. Then he’ll go home with his wimpy daddy. He’ll go home and play computer games like the puny little wimp he is. You wanna fight this little punk? You wanna beat him up?”

Tony looked at Ryan and laughed. “Yeah, I wanna beat the shit outta him. That should be real fun.’ He looked at Ryan and said “You’re gonna die little boy.” Then he flexed his arm in Ryan’s face. Ryan looked at him and gave him a sneer. “Oh, I’m real scared,” said Tony as he laughed again. Tony had beaten all the 10. 11 and 12 year olds in the gym, and even some 13 and 14 year olds. He knew he could beat this little kid.

Tony jumped up into the ring and ripped off his T-shirt. He jumped up and down and waved his arms in the air. The big guy raised his voice. “Attention everybody. We’re gonna have a fight in the ring. Stop what you’re doing and come over here to watch.”

David was standing next to the ring with Ryan at his side when a tall, heavy guy walked over to him. The guy was huge, probably about six feet two and he was very big. His face was sort of good looking, dark with three days’ black stubble on his strong jaw and cleft chin. He had brown hair, cut short, and brown eyes. He was wearing a black T-shirt that showed off his big upper arms and his muscular forearms. His arms were covered with tattoos. He looked at David and laughed. He put his arm next to David’s and flexed his forearm. Then he laughed as he saw the incredible difference in muscle size. “I’m Tony Sr.,” he said. “So your son wants to fight Tony Jr., huh. Look at me. Look at you. I’m a big stud and you’re a little wimp. Look at Tony Jr. He’s only 12 years old but he’s already big and strong. He’s gonna be as big as me. Your kid is gonna die.” He stared at Ryan and flexed his big arm. Ryan looked up at him menacingly. He wasn’t scared. “Why don’t we make this interesting. How about a $20 bet.” He looked David in the eye and pulled out $20 from his wallet with his huge hand.

David reached into his wallet and pulled out $20. “You got a deal. My son against your son.” He held out his hand and Tony grabbed it with the biggest, most muscular, most callused hand he had ever felt. This guy must run jackhammers, thought David. Tony squeezed and David grimaced. “This is gonna be the easiest $20 I ever made,” said Tony Sr. as he shook David’s little hand.

The owner got into the ring where Tony Jr. was bouncing up and down and raising his arms, like he had already won. “Okay, quiet, everybody.” he yelled. “This is gonna be a match between Tony, the winner of the 12 year old division, against,” he looked down at Ryan, “what’s your name, son?” Ryan looked up and yelled, “Ryan the Hammer!” There was laughter throughout the room. “It’s Tony against RYAN THE HAMMER!” yelled the owner. He thought it was cute that Ryan had already given himself a name, even though he was going to lose for sure.

Ryan grabbed a rope, pulled it, and jumped up off the floor, clearing the top rope with his legs and landing gracefully on his feet. “Geez,” said a guy next to David. He was impressed. There was buzzing throughout the room. Very few of the young fighters could do what Ryan had just done. Tony came up to him and looked down. He was eight inches taller than Ryan. “You’re dead meat,” he said. “I’m gonna pound the shit outta you. You got a lot of nerve coming in here. I’m gonna kick your little ass.” He flexed his arms in Ryan’s face and the crowd roared their approval. “Kill him, Tony. Kill the little brat,” yelled his father. Ryan looked up at Tony and said, “Short guys are strong sometimes.” Tony laughed. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he said.

The owner looked at Ryan. “Strip down to your shorts, kid.” David started smiling. First, Ryan took off his shoes and threw them at his dad. Then he grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and in one big motion he ripped it off his body. His muscular torso and arms were there for all to see. “Holy shit!” yelled Tony Sr. The room went into an uproar. People stared at Ryan’s body and started yelling and talking. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Ryan threw his sweatshirt at his dad and then stripped off his sweatpants. He stood in the ring in his workout shorts. His legs looked enormous, much bigger and more muscular than Tony’s legs.. David smiled. He was so proud of his muscle son.

And Ryan’s arms looked like they were bigger than Tony’s. They were far more muscular. Ryan was shorter so his big muscles made his arms look thicker, more muscular than Tony’s arms. Tony had kind of rounded delt muscles covered with fat. They didn’t look very big on his tall body. After all, he was only 12 years old. Ryan’s delts were much bigger and thicker. Plus he had no fat on the muscle, so you could see all the striations of muscle fiber move around as he moved his arms. Tony had some pecs showing in his chest, again covered with fat, but they were nothing compared to Ryan’s pecs, which were big and shredded. Tony’s lats were not very developed. Ryan’s lats were incredible, flaring out at the sides and tapering down to his narrow waist. Tony had kind of a fatty gut. Ryan’s gut was razor sharp, an eight pack of corrugated muscle. Tony’s legs were athletic, but they looked smaller than Ryan’s and they were far less muscular. Ryan’s muscles flexed in his thighs and calves as he walked. You could see the fibers bulging. It definitely looked like Ryan had more muscle in his body than Tony.

“You need to work out more,” said Ryan to Tony. Tony kind of grimaced. Ryan flexed his arms and laughed. “You afraid of a seven year old? Well, I’m a real strong seven year old and I’m gonna kick your ass.” Tony’s face was now fully showing his fear. He was confident and cocky before. Now he looked afraid and fearful as he saw Ryan’s muscular body. Ryan was the kid who looked confident. He was muscular, aggressive and dominant. You could just tell by looking at him. His face was gorgeous but he also looked fearsome. There was something about him that looked so dominant.

Tony Sr. turned to David and said, “Your kid is more than seven years old. He’s huge. He’s got big muscles.” David reached into his pocket and pulled out Ryan’s birth certificate. He showed it to Tony Sr. “Seven years old. He’s got some great genes. Better genes than Tony. You can tell just by looking at them. Ryan’s already full of muscle and Tony’s just a big fat boy.” Tony Sr. looked at his son and then at Ryan. How could a kid have genes that made him look like that? he asked himself. All of a sudden his $20 didn’t seem so secure.

The gym owner yelled out. “Ladies and Gentlemen! We’re gonna have a match between Tony - Tony, what’s a good name for you -- I just thought of one -- Tony the Terrible, that’s good -- and RYAN THE HAMMER! TONY THE TERRIBLE AGAINST RYAN THE HAMMER!” There was loud cheering as the two boys strutted around the mat. Ryan flexed his arms and the crowd gasped. Ryan felt strong. He was totally aggressive and Tony didn’t scare him at all. He felt big. He felt strong. He felt dominant. Like he always does. He always feels dominant.

The boys faced each other in the middle of the ring and the owner yelled “Go!” The fighters jumped up and down and circled each other. Then Tony lunged at Ryan and hit him hard on the chest. He was sure his punch would knock the smaller boy down. But Ryan was ready. He moved his feet so his right foot was in back and Tony’s punch just bounced off his rock hard chest. He looked at Tony with a look that said “Is that all you got?” Then, in less than a second, Ryan charged at Tony and pounded his gut and chest with hard blows, harder blows than Tony had ever felt. Ryan landed about ten huge punches before Tony could back away, holding his hands up to stop further damage to his body.

Tony was stunned. And he was panicked. He charged at Ryan and tried to kick him in the ribs. But Ryan was too quick. He saw the kick coming and he stepped aside and grabbed Tony’s leg. Then he pulled with his muscular arms and Tony went crashing to the mat. Ryan jumped on top of him and started smashing him in the face. Blow after blow after blow from Ryan’s strong arms hit Tony’s face. Blood started flowing. Tony put up his hands to protect himself and he started squirming, trying to get out from being under Ryan. Ryan squeezed his big legs into Tony’s body and kept punching.

David was yelling, “Smash him Ryan! Smash him! Smash him with your big muscles!” The crowd was yelling too and some of them were rooting for Ryan. They had never seen such a strong young boy. Tony was getting weaker. Ryan kept punching away. His muscles looked awesome. Fibers were bulging everywhere as he pounded Tony. Finally Tony twisted his body so his chest and gut were now facing the floor. But he left his neck exposed. Ryan wrapped his right arm around Tony’s neck and grabbed his fist with his left hand. Then he flexed his bicep and pulled in on the fist. His huge bicep bulged into Tony’s neck, smashing into his windpipe. Now Tony couldn’t breathe. Ryan tightened his arm even more causing pain to sear through Tony’s neck. Ryan wrapped his muscular legs around Tony’s legs, crossed his feet, and began squeezing Tony’s legs with enormous force. The quads bulged in Ryan’s legs as he flexed them and squeezed harder. It was like two pythons of muscle were squeezing the life out of Tony’s fat legs. The whole crowd could see the fibers of muscle bulge and flex with enormous power. And Ryan’s arm was incredible. All his weight training had made that arm incredibly strong. His biceps could curl 160 pounds. They were as hard as rocks and had the power of a steel vise. Tony was being strangled at the neck by the enormous power of Ryan’s big muscular arm. And he was being squeezed at his legs by the brutal force of Ryan’s python-like incredibly strong legs. Tony was in a world of pain, both in his neck and in his legs. And there was no way Tony could get out of this hold. Ryan was much too strong. Ryan flexed his bicep even harder. His huge genetically gifted, weight-trained bicep muscle bashed into Tony’s little neck. The pain seared through his whole body. Tony started tapping the mat with his hand. He had submitted to Ryan’s incredible strength.

Ryan jumped up and flexed his arms. He put his foot on Tony, who was writhing in pain on the mat. He yelled “Ryan the Hammer smashes Tony the Wimp!” Ryan strutted around the ring, flexing his arms. He felt so good. So strong, so dominant, so overpowering. He loved fighting. Some of the fans jumped up into the ring and came over to him. They congratulated him and some of them felt his muscles. Ryan was used to that. Everyone wanted to feel his muscles

David turned to Tony Sr. and looked at him with complete satisfaction in his eyes. He grabbed onto Tony’s big fat arm like he was the victor over Tony too. Little five foot seven 120 pound David was the victor over six foot two 240 pound Tony. David started daydreaming. In David’s mind, Ryan’s muscles were being transferred to him. David thought he was a muscle stud, squeezing Tony with his muscular arm and strong thick fingers. David thought he could crush big Tony just like Ryan had crushed little Tony. He squeezed big Tony’s fat arm. David felt so good. He thought of Ryan’s arm growing bigger and harder every month. He got to feel Ryan’s muscles every day and he loved feeling that muscle grow. He dreamed he was growing that way too. “It feels so good to have big muscles,” said David as he dreamed about Ryan’s rock hard growing muscles and felt Ryan’s muscles inside his own body. He squeezed Tony’s big arm harder, like he was crushing the big guy himself. Like he was using Ryan’s strong muscles as his muscles.

The big guy felt David’s feeble crushing and flexed his arm. David’s hand was busted open by Tony’s flexing muscles. But although his bicep muscle was big, it was soft. Ryan’s bicep was much harder than big Tony’s. David smiled. He thought of Ryan’s muscles getting bigger, getting stronger, getting harder. He dreamed that when Ryan was 15 years old, a teen like many of the fighters in the gym, his arm muscles would be so big and hard and strong that his thick muscular fingers would smash into big Tony’s bicep like it was mush. Ryan’s forearms would be gigantic, big writhing muscles covered with veins. Muscles that were so big they looked like large bowling pins of solid muscle. And all those muscles were forcing his thick, muscular fingers into Tony’s soft flesh. Ryan would be able to crush big Tony’s arm like it was a piece of soft fruit. His fingers would force themselves down to Tony’s bone, making the big guy cry out in pain. Ryan would be so strong he could crush anyone’s arm. And David was imagining that he was doing that right now. He was dreaming that he was Ryan, crushing big Tony’s muscles. David felt so good. So powerful. So strong. So manly, just like Ryan. Finally big Ryan unflexed his arm, breaking David’s spell. David let go. The huge guy then gave him $20. “You got a stud for a son,” he said. David smiled. He knew that.

David climbed up to the mat and patted Ryan on the back. “Great fight, son. Great fight.” Meanwhile, Tony was still on the mat, hurting and beaten. His dad came up and picked him up, putting him on his feet. Tony looked over at Ryan. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Finally he went over and held out his hand. Ryan grabbed it and shook it. “You’re a tough kid,” Tony said. “You’re gonna be a great fighter. Fuck, you’re already a great fighter.” Ryan grinned. He beat the best 12 year old fighter they had in the gym.

The owner of the gym came up to David and David gave him the second $100. “I don’t believe it,” said the owner. “I’ve never seen a kid fight like your son. He’s incredible. Plus he’s built like shit. He’s got more muscle than most 16 year olds. I want him in our gym. He’s gonna be a champion. I know it.”

After the congratulations were over, Ryan jumped down from the ring and walked over to the weights area. The teenagers were back there training again. Two of the boys, they looked to be about 15, were doing bench presses. They had an Olympic bar with a 45 weight on each side. They added a 10 pound weight. The bar now weighed 155 pounds. One of the boys got under the bar and lowered it to his chest. His friend was spotting him. He lowered the bar down and he pushed, but he couldn’t raise the bar back up again. After a few seconds, his friend lifted the bar back up. “The kid was really mad. One hundred fifty five’s too heavy. I guess I’m gonna have to stick to two big plates until I get stronger. Except I’ve been trying to lift more and I’m not getting stronger. I’m stuck at 135. I’ve been stuck at 135 for three months.” His friend nodded his head. It was hard to lift the heavy iron.

Ryan came over and said “I wanna try it.” The kid looked down at Ryan and laughed. “You’re just kid. You can’t bench 155. I can’t even bench 155 and I’m 15.” Ryan looked up at the teenager and said, “I’m a strong kid.” He got on the bench. “Give me the weight,” he said. This was an order, not a request. His arms were too short to reach the big adult rack. The teens obeyed Ryan’s order. There was something about him that made them obey him. The spotter took the bar off the rack and Ryan grabbed it. Then he lowered the bar, looked up at the guy who couldn’t lift it with his big blue eyes, and pushed it up with ease. Then he did nine more reps. The spotter grabbed the bar and Ryan jumped up off the bench. “You’re weak,” he said to the teen. He flexed his pecs and rubbed his fingers over the striated, bulging muscle. The mouths of the two teens were open wide. This seven year old kid was stronger than either of them.

Ryan was the star fighter at the gym. The owner soon realized that he couldn’t put Ryan up against kids that were 11 or 12. Ryan needed stronger opponents. He needed opponents with some muscle. He needed to fight kids who had gone through puberty and were putting muscle on their bodies, the kind of muscle some teenagers can get and some can’t. Not the weaker teenagers who couldn’t put muscle on their body, teenagers like David. Ryan would smash them into oblivion. Ryan needed to fight the strong teenagers, the ones who could build muscle. Only then would the fight be fair. Because Ryan already had built the muscle of a strong teenager on his seven year old body. He had such fantastic genes and so much testosterone surging through his body that he could build muscle at will. And with his brutal weight workouts and all the protein and good food he was eating all the time, his body responded like no kid the gym owner had ever seen. Ryan kept getting bigger and stronger. Ryan was a true muscle kid. And he needed to fight the strong teen fighters.

Ryan loved Mixed Martial Arts. He loved to fight, to use his strong muscles to smash other kids. He always fought bigger, older kids, but his muscles were so big and strong that he normally won. He was the city’s under 14 year old champion. He only lost when he was fighting a real big, strong kid, a kid in his late teens who lifted a lot of weights and weighed at least 180 pounds. When Ryan lost a fight, it just made him want to work out harder, to get bigger, to get stronger. He wanted to win every fight.

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