My Bully Father

Part 1

I had a miserable childhood. I am an only child and I’m now 15 years old. My problem was my dad. First, he was a workaholic. He worked all the time, even on weekends, so I hardly ever saw him. He made good money and I guess he thought that if he made good money that was all that mattered to us as a family. But even worse than him being gone all the time was that when he was around he was a bully. He started beating me when I was just a toddler. I’d do something wrong and he’d bend me over his knee and spank me, real hard. I’d start crying and finally he’d stop. He put me down and looked at me with kind of a grin on his face, like he was happy he had beat me up, like I’m the man and you’re just a little boy I can beat.

My mom was deathly afraid of my dad. He beat her too, slapping her on the face and punching her arm. Sometimes we could tell if he had a really bad dad at work, because he’d come home and beat us both. And he wasn’t even a big drinker. He was just a natural bully.

He would give me chores around the house and if I didn’t do them just the way he wanted, I would get beat. I think he set up some of the chores just so I would fail and he could beat me. He beat me up a lot more than he beat my mom. He started by using just his hand on my butt. Then when I got to be about six, he started using a big wood ruler. Then when I turned 13 he started using a paddle. He cut off a rowboat oar and made a paddle. God that thing really hurt. My butt got red and it was hard to sit down. I got beat at least once a week.

I never got bullied at school. I wasn’t a nerd or anything. I was really tall and skinny. But I was a pretty good athlete in gym class. After second grade, my dad wouldn’t let me play on any sports teams. He said the only way to get ahead in life was to study, study, study. “Only a very few are successful at sports,” he said, “and you’re not one of them. You just have to be smarter to get ahead. Like me. Look how successful I am.” So I had to study all the time and I never played any sports. If I got a B rather than an A, I’d get beat. Dad expected me to get straight A’s. Forget about the sports. And yeah, dad was successful. He made a lot of money. But all he did with me is beat me. Like I said, I had a miserable childhood.

By the time I turned 14 I was just as tall as my dad, five feet nine inches tall, but I was very skinny. I only weighed 98 pounds. I had absolutely no fat on my body and had little tiny muscles under my skin. I have hazel eyes - part blue and part green - with light brown hair. Kids at school say I’m good looking. My dad made me stand against a wall when he spanked me with the paddle. I’d pull down my pants, exposing my skinny little butt and he looked at my butt while he hit his hand with the paddle. Then he’d beat my butt with that paddle, usually eight or 10 times until I was crying real hard. Then he’d rub his hand over my sore butt, making it hurt even more.

I started noticing that my dad’s cock would start bulging under his pants when he looked at my butt and it bulged even more after he spanked me and rubbed his hand over my sore butt. I never dared saying anything about this because I knew I’d get beat even more. After he beat me, he’d go into his bedroom and lock the door. He and mom had separate bedrooms. She wouldn’t get a divorce and she wouldn’t sleep with him. I went through puberty just before I turned 14 and I suddenly realized that dad was going into his bedroom to beat off. He was getting all turned on by beating me and then jerking off in his bedroom. God I hated him.

When I was about eight or nine years old, I began dreaming about what it would be like to be bigger than my dad. To be so big he couldn’t beat me any more. I would look at the muscle magazines in the stores and dreamed about having huge muscles, muscles that were so strong my dad couldn’t beat me. But I was a skinny little kid and the beatings continued. When I was about 10 or 11 I tried to do pushups and pullups, trying to put some muscle on my little body. But I was so skinny that I could only do two pushups and I couldn’t do any pullups at all. I tried doing pushups for about two weeks, but I never got any bigger, so I just gave up.

Then when I was starting 8th grade last year, when I had just turned 14 years old, one of my friends, Justin, turned 14 too. Justin was just like me, very skinny and about four inches shorter than me. He weighed only 95 pounds. His dad was totally different from my dad. He let Justin play sports, although Justin wasn’t very good and he stopped playing at age 10. And his dad never beat Justin. He and Justin were real good friends. God I wished I had a dad like him. Anyway, Justin came to school and was real excited. For his birthday, his dad had gotten him a big weight set that they had set up in his garage. Justin’s dad told him that if he wanted to stop being skinny he should lift weights, and now that Justin had turned 14 and had gone through puberty now was the time to start. And his dad had gotten him some big cans of protein to make into protein shakes.

Justin told me he wanted me to workout with him so we could be training partners. My eyes lit up and I hugged him. I started crying I was so happy. For Justin, the weights were going to be just a hobby, something that might help him put on a few pounds of muscle. For me, the weights were my life. For all those years I had been dreaming of getting big and strong. Now I finally had a chance to do it. I was delirious with joy. I prayed that my body would respond to the weights. If it didn’t, I’d be beaten by my dad until I could legally leave the house the day I turned 18.

Justin was the only friend I had ever told about my dad beating me. He knew I wanted to get big. He knew I wanted to put on lots of muscle. He knew I wanted to get bigger than my dad. We were going to be training partners and he said I could eat some of his protein. “You’re gonna get big, Danny. You’re gonna get real big,” said Justin as I hugged him some more and cried even harder.

We agreed that I would be “studying” at Justin’s house three days a week after school. We had the same classes and we had actually studied together before. We raced to Justin’s house after school and I called my mom. My mom said okay to the studying, thinking it would be good for me to study with a friend once in awhile. Justin knew he could not tell my mom or dad what I was really doing, because all I was supposed to do was study. Lifting weights would be out of the question. He quietly told his dad and mom that I was “studying” with him, because my parents refused to let me play any sports. His dad thought that was ridiculous and they agreed to cover for me.

So we went into Justin’s garage and I stared at all the equipment. I had seen weights many times when I read the muscle magazines, but now I was actually going to get to use them. Justin had a beginner’s set, with a bench, a squat rack and about 150 pounds of weights, with a barbell and two dumbbells. My body was tingling I was so excited. I stripped off my school clothes so I was dressed in just my boxers. Justin laughed. He had put on some shorts. “Let’s start! Let’s start!” I yelled. Justin showed me the beginners training program that had come with the weights. We were supposed to do one set of various exercises for several weeks until our bodies got used to the weights. Then we could move to two and then three sets. I nodded my head.

We started with the military press. We loaded the bar so it weighed 30 pounds. Justin went first and he managed to press it up eight times. He struggled for the last two reps. “Not bad,” I said as I stared at the bar. I wondered how strong I was. Was Justin stronger than me? I grabbed the bar, lifted it to my shoulders and pressed it 12 times, which was the maximum number of reps that the instructions said we should do. But I wasn’t really tired. I never slowed down. “I wanna press it again,” I said. “That was too easy.” Justin kind of gulped. It was obvious my shoulders were way stronger than his. I grabbed the bar and did another set. This time I got to 12 but I slowed down for the last rep. “I wanna do three sets,” I yelled. “I want my shoulders to burn!” I had read that muscles burn when they are worked really hard, and I wanted my muscles to burn. So I picked up the bar and cranked out ten reps, slowing down for the last three. I dropped the bar and flexed my shoulders in the mirror Justin’s dad has set up in the gym. I grinned as I saw my little muscles bulge under my skin. “Look at my muscles, Justin! Look at my muscles!”

Justin looked and then he felt my shoulders. “Yeah, they’re really all pumped up. You really worked ‘em hard Danny. I bet they’re gonna grow.”

I smiled and drank some water. I loved lifting weights.

After the military presses, we did dumbbell presses, bench presses, dumbbell flyes, french presses for triceps, shrugs, dumbbell rows, squats, and calf raises. Justin did just one set, doing about 10 reps and struggling for the last two. I did three sets with every exercise, doing 12 reps easily and then getting down to about 10 reps. I was so proud of myself that I was so much stronger than Justin. All my muscles felt really hard and they were burning, just like it said they would do in the muscle magazines. I felt so good. I wondered if my muscles would grow. Would they get bigger? Would they get stronger? I had been wishing, hoping and dreaming to get big and strong for years. Would it happen?

Then we did situps. Justin did 10. I managed to do 15, then 10 then eight. My abs were rippling. I had no fat and the muscle was really hard from just those three sets. I looked at my muscles and I had hope. All my muscles were bulging under my skin. I had never felt like this in my whole life. Maybe I would get big. Maybe I would get strong. God I loved working out.

After we finished we drank some protein. Justin made the shakes. He looked at my sweaty body and my little hard muscles that were all red and pumped. His muscles weren’t red and they weren’t pumped. His little one set did nothing to his muscles but my three sets made my muscles bulge under my thin skin. Justin noticed the difference. He made a shake for himself and then he made three shakes for me. I worked three times as hard as he did, so he gave me three shakes. “I want you to really get big, Danny” he said as he looked at me. I glugged down all that protein and gave him a big pat on the back. “You are such a great friend,” I said.

I took a quick shower and put my school clothes back on. I didn’t want my mom to see me all sweaty from the workout. I went home told my mom I was really hungry for dinner. Even though I had eaten three protein shakes I was ravenous. “I guess I’m going through a growth spurt, mom. I’m really hungry. Feed me lots of meat. I’m really hungry for meat.” She looked at me and smiled. Well, teenagers are supposed to be hungry and I was a teenager. We were having chicken. My dad never ate with us. He always got home after dinner and ate by himself. So my mom and I ate the chicken and I ate almost the whole bird. She managed to save a breast and a drumstick for my dad. She ate the two wings.

“I guess you really are going through a growth spurt,” she said as she saw me wolfing down the food. “I’ll make you a big breakfast too. Eggs, bacon, toast, a real big breakfast.”

I smiled at my mom. “Yeah,” I said.

I went up to my room and studied. I didn’t want my grades to fall because then my dad would become suspicious. So I studied real hard. I would work out two hours three times a week but I studied a lot too. My dad came home and ate by himself in the kitchen, watching television. I avoided him at all costs. Before I went to bed I got real hungry again. I needed a protein shake, I thought. I snuck into the kitchen and looked into the refrigerator. We had milk, but hardly any other protein. So I drank a quart of milk. Luckily we bought it by the gallon and I was hoping my mom wouldn’t notice.

 

Part 2

The next morning I ate a huge breakfast. I asked my mom to make two extra sandwiches. I knew one sandwich would not be enough. I knew I was going to be really hungry at lunch time. Then Justin surprised me. He had brought protein shakes for us to drink before and after lunch. We had a shake about 10 a.m. and another one right after school. My body was full of protein. I had gobbled up my three sandwiches and drank lots of milk for lunch. But in two hours I was hungry again and I had the shake. I had never eaten so much in my whole life.

I raided my savings that I kept in my drawer and on the way home I bought I big can of protein. I was going to be able to make my own shakes. I hid the can in my closet. My mom bought some steaks and I ate two of them. “Big growth spurt,” I said as I wolfed down the food. Then before I went to bed I drank a big protein shake. I wanted to grow BIG!

The next day I wore a sweatshirt to school. From now on, I was going to wear a sweatshirt. I hoped I was growing and I didn’t want anyone, especially my dad, to see me except Justin. Thanks to my workaholic dad, we lived in a pretty big house and I had my own private bathroom. So I could shower and change without my parents ever seeing me.

After another big breakfast - my mom couldn’t believe how much I was eating - I ate a protein shake in the morning, a three sandwich lunch and a protein drink in the afternoon. Justin ate big too, although he could only eat two sandwiches. We raced to his house after school. I stripped off my clothes so I was wearing just my boxers, my workout shorts. Then I jumped on the scale. My eyes bulged out of my head! “Look Justin! It says I weigh 103 pounds! I gained five pounds in two days!” I flexed my muscles in Justin’s bathroom mirror and I thought my muscles looked bigger. “Look Justin. Look at my muscles. They’re bigger! All that food turned into muscle!”

Justin grinned. He was so happy to see me getting big. Then he jumped on the scale. “One pound,” he said. “I guess you’re the stud and I’m the wimp.”

I looked at him and said “Hey, one pound’s great for only one workout. Maybe I just put on some fat. I was eating like a horse. Let’s go work out and see if we got stronger.”

We went into the garage. “Okay, Justin, you go first. Let’s put the same weight on the bar and see what happens. Thirty pounds for the military presses.” We loaded the bar and Justin lifted the weight. This time he was able to do 10 reps, two more than he had in our first workout. “That’s great, Justin! You got stronger. You did two more reps.” He smiled and flexed his muscles in the mirror. “Now let me try it.” I lifted the bar and it seemed very light. Way lighter than it did last time. I lifted it up and looked over at Justin. “Geez, it feels like a feather. It feels so light, like a broomstick.” I cranked out 12 reps like I was lifting a piece of wood. “I need more weight, Justin! I need more weight! I got way stronger! But you do another set first. You gotta strain your muscles. You gotta make ‘em really work. That’s how you add muscle. You gotta work real hard.” Justin frowned. “But they said to do only one set.” I grabbed Justin’s arm and said “If you wanna get big you gotta work hard. Forget what they said. Work your muscles until they burn!”

Justin picked up the bar and did another set. This time he did eight reps and he struggled at the end. But his muscles weren’t pumping up the way mine did. My muscles were already pumped up from those 12 easy reps. Justin’s muscles weren’t pumped after two sets. Our bodies were definitely different.

“I wanna put on 10 more pounds. That 30 pounds was way too easy. I wanna lift real heavy weights. I wanna get huge!” So we added the weight and I picked up the bar. I lifted it up and pressed it. It felt like the weight did in our first workout. My shoulders had gotten 10 pounds stronger in two days. I pressed it up and down 12 times and I didn’t even struggle. God I was stoked. I dropped the weight and flexed my muscles in the mirror. “Strong as shit!” I yelled. “You wanna do another set, Justin?” He shook his head. “No, two’s enough for me.” He felt his shoulder, hoping to feel bulging muscle but it wasn’t bulging very much. Meanwhile, my shoulder muscles were bulging out under my skin. You could see the fibers of muscle. They were hard and really pumped up. Two sets and my muscles were bulging with blood, big and hard. “I want more weight,” I said. Forty pounds was still easy. Lets go to 45.” So we put on five more pounds. I lifted the bar jerked it to my shoulders and pressed it up and down eight times, struggling with the last two reps. “Fuckin’ strong!” I yelled as I dropped the bar and flexed my muscles. Justin looked at me in awe. Here I was pressing 50% more weight than I did two days ago and he was still pressing the same weight. My muscles were red from all the blood surging through them and they were bulging out of my skin. My body was already sweating from working so hard with the heavy weight. Justin’s body looked the same as when he started working out. No redness, no sweat, no pump. Our bodies were so different.

“I’m gonna do one more set,” I said. I’m gonna make these shoulders burn. I want big shoulders. I want strong shoulders. I want shoulders that are way bigger and stronger than my dads.” So I picked up the 45 pound bar and did six reps with it, grunting and struggling for the last three. I dropped the bar and flexed my arm right in Justin’s face. I was smiling and he was smiling. He reached up and grabbed my delt muscle and felt the bulging fibers as I flexed for him. “God those muscles are really burning,” I said. “I worked ‘em so hard. Do they feel big, Justin? Do they feel bigger?” Justin rubbed his hand over the muscle. “Oh yeah, they feel way bigger. I can’t believe how much your muscle has grown. And I can’t believe how strong you’ve gotten. You’re gonna get real big, Danny. You’re gonna get huge. I want you to get real huge.”

I was deliriously happy. Unlike Justin, it seemed like I had the natural ability to build muscle and get strong. Here I had gained five pounds of muscle and gotten 50% stronger in two days. I hugged Justin and said “I’m so happy. I’m so happy!” My body was covered with sweat and he hugged me back, feeling my bulging muscles. “Now for the benches,” I said. “I wonder how much stronger my chest has gotten?”

We put the bar on the rack and loaded it to 40 pounds, the same weight we had used in our first workout. Justin went first. He managed to crank out 10 reps, which was two more than he did yesterday. “Good work,” I said as I patted him on the back. “Not as good as you I bet,” he said as he looked at the bar and at my pec muscles. I got on the bench and lowered the bar to my chest. It felt like a little stick. I pushed it up and yelled “Oh fuck. It feels so light!” I cranked out 12 reps so easy. I knew I could have done 25. “God you’re getting strong,” said Justin. I waved my arms in the air and felt my pec muscles, which were already getting pumped. “Do another set,” I ordered. “You gotta do two sets.” Justin kind of winced but he did it. He wasn’t into the lifting the same way I was. I wanted to lift the heaviest weights I could for four brutal sets. One light warm-up and three heavy work sets. He just wanted to go through the motions, two sets max. Maybe in a month he’ll do three sets. I guess I’m a lifter and he’s not. He did eight reps, struggling with the last three. “Good job,” I said as I patted his pec muscle. “You’re gonna get big too.”

“That 40 pounds was so light I wanna go to 60 right now,” I said. “I know I can do it. I can feel my chest muscles bulging already.” I rubbed my pecs and felt the fibers of hard muscle twitching as I flexed them. So we went to 60 and I got on the bench. “Spot me, Justin. You stand in back and if the bar starts falling you grab it and put it back on the rack. All big lifters need a spotter when they lift heavy weights.” Justin nodded. I had read all about weightlifting in the muscle magazines and I knew all about spotting. I grabbed the bar and lowered it to my chest. I pushed it up and it went up easily. I felt so strong! I got it to the top and smiled at Justin, who was looking down at me in awe. “Like a twig,” I said as I lowered to bar to my chest again. I cranked out 12 reps and never needed a spot from Justin. I jumped up off the bench and flexed my pecs right in front of Justin. I rubbed my hands over the bulging muscles. I couldn’t believe how big they felt. “Feel my pecs, Justin. Feel how big they are. They really got big.” Justin rubbed his hands over my pecs as I flexed them proudly. “God, they’re huge,” he said. “They’re way bigger than my pecs.” He rubbed his fingers over his pecs and then over mine. I smiled. I was so happy.

“I need more weight. That still felt kinda light. Let’s add another 10 pounds.” Justin gulped. “That will be 70 pounds. I can’t believe you’ve gotten that strong.” We loaded the bar and I jumped onto the bench. I was so stoked. I lifted the bar and pushed it to the top. I did it! I lowered it and cranked out another five reps, with Justin helping me for the last two reps. My pecs were throbbing. They were burning and flooded with blood. I jumped up and yelled “I’m so fucking strong!” Testosterone and adrenaline were surging through my body. Even though I had only bench pressed 70 pounds I felt so strong, so alive, so muscular, so dominant. I stood there looking at my body in the mirror and Justin came and stood right next to me. There was no comparison. My muscles were red and bulging. My torso was covered with sweat. I looked like a jock, a muscular young jock, while Justin looked like a little 14 year old boy. “God you look good,” said Justin. I smiled. Yeah, I did look good. I was the happiest boy on the planet.

I did another set with the 70 pounds, this time five reps, with spotting help from Justin for the last two. By now my chest was bulging with muscle. It was covered with veins and you could see the individual fibers bulging under my paper thin skin. “Oh yeah,” I yelled. “I love lifting weights.” Justin looked at my chest. “Your muscles really get big when you lift,” he said. “It’s like they like lifting weights and they get big and pumped the more weight you lift. Your muscles are really responding to the iron. You’re gonna get huge, Danny, I can just tell.” I grinned and flexed my muscles in the mirror. Even I couldn’t believe how big they had gotten so fast and how pumped they were after lifting the heavy weights.

We did all the other exercises, with Justin lifting the same weight for two sets, doing a few more reps than he had done in our first workout. I did four sets of everything and in every exercise my final two sets were with weights that were at least 50% heavier than the weight I had used before. I couldn’t believe how strong I had gotten. In curls I went from 25 to 40. In the squat I went from 40 to 80. I had actually doubled my strength in squats. Danny helped me for the final few reps, spotting me so I could use the absolute heaviest weight I could lift for the final two sets. I put the 80 pound bar on the rack and I flexed my legs in the mirror. I pulled up my boxers so I could see all the muscle flexing. My thigh muscles bulged with muscle I never saw before. I was like the muscle had just appeared overnight. And I knew it was going to get bigger. It was going to get bigger and stronger. My muscles were growing real fast. Justin gasped as he saw my flexing quads. “Fuck, your muscles are huge already,” he said. “Look at all that muscle you got. And the muscle is covered with veins. It’s so red and pumped. I can see all the fibers. God your muscles look so good.”

When I finished my workout my body was so sore I could hardly move. Every muscle hurt. I had punished my legs so much I could hardly walk. My chest and back and arms were in total pain. But I knew it was a good pain. It was the pain that made your muscles grow. “No pain no gain,” they said, and I had so much pain I knew my muscles would be growing. Justin didn’t have any pain at all. He had barely challenged his muscles. I had challenged my muscles with the heaviest weights they had ever encountered. And now they were going to get bigger and stronger so those weights would feel like little sticks the next time even bigger muscles lifted them. My muscles were growing to dominate the heavier weights that I challenged them to lift. And my muscles were winning every time. Justin made me three protein drinks again and I gulped them down hungrily. He had just one.

I took a shower and walked home, at about half the speed of my normal walk. I was dressed in my sweatshirt and jeans so my mom wouldn’t know I had just finished the most brutal workout I had ever had. She greeted me and said she had bought steaks for dinner and she had bought me two steaks. Usually I had eaten just one, but she knew I was going through a growth spurt. Well, not only did I eat my two steaks but I ate half of her steak too. And I was still hungry, so she opened a can of tuna and I ate that up too. She couldn’t believe how hungry I was.

Of course my dad wasn’t home yet. He usually didn’t get home until after 9:00 p.m. I finished my homework - we didn’t have much that day - and sat down in our family room to watch my favorite TV program, which started at 8. At about 8:20 the front door opened and in walked my dad. As usual, he was dressed in a suit and tie and he was carrying his attaché case. He looked into the family room and saw me watching TV. He dropped his case and stomped into the room.

“Son, you know we have a rule. No TV on school nights. You broke the rule.” He opened his shirt and loosened his tie.

“Yes, sir. I know sir. But I finished all my homework and this is my favorite program.” I always had to call him “sir.” I could never call him “dad.” To me he was always “sir.”

He scowled. “Don’t talk back to me son. You broke the rule and now you’re gonna get punished. If you talk back any more, you’re gonna get punished even harder. I don’t like you talking back to me. I’m your dad and you do what I tell you. You got that son. You understand who’s the boss around here?”

“Yes sir, yes sir,” I said meekly. “You’re the boss, sir. I’m sorry I broke the rule.”

He grabbed my arm and jerked me off the seat. “Sorry isn’t good enough. You’re gonna get a thrashing. Get into my study.” So I walked into my dad’s study, the torture chamber I had visited so many times before. On his desk sat the big paddle. It had a handle like the handle of a canoe paddle and a hard wooden paddle about two feet long and six inches wide. I looked at that paddle and then I looked at my dad. His cock was already getting hard under this pants. Without him even saying anything I undid my belt and lowered my jeans and boxers so my pure white bubble butt was exposed. Then I stood next to the wall and put my hands over my head. My dad grunted.

He rubbed his hand over my butt, feeling the soft flesh. I knew I had more muscle in there now, but he didn’t notice it. I knew his dick was getting real hard. “Spare the rod and spoil the child,” he said as he grabbed the hard wood paddle. I had heard him say that hundreds of times and I wanted to puke. I wasn’t spoiled all right, but I hated my bully father who loved to beat up his son. I gritted my teeth.

WHAP! The first blow hit my butt. Searing pain jolted through my body. My dad hit me hard and that big wooden paddle packed a wallop. I gritted my teeth harder. WHAP! He hit me again, this time even harder. I had felt this pain so many times and I knew it so well. But it hurt. It really hurt. I knew big red welts were forming on my butt. I gritted my teeth and stood there. WHAP! The third hit smacked against my white butt. He hit me even harder. He realized that something was different. In the past I had started crying after the first hit. I always cried because it hurt so much. And my sadistic dad seemed to like to hear me crying. It meant his punishment was doing some good. It made me cry. But this time I didn’t cry. I just gritted my teeth and stared at the wall.

My dad held the paddle in his hand and said, “Ain’t I hitting you hard enough? You’re not crying.” I took a deep breath and I said, “I’m a man, sir. And a man doesn’t cry.” Even though I couldn’t see his face I heard him mumble. “You’re still a boy, Danny, and when you’re in my house you follow my rules. You think you’re a man but your not. When you’re older, you’ll thank me for this.” And then he whacked me with the hardest hit I had ever received. Pain seared through my butt and my whole body. My knees gave out and I collapsed on the floor. I looked up at him while he was holding the paddle. He kind of grinned as he held the paddle and looked at my crumpled body. I looked up at him with a look of total hate in my eyes. Then I looked down and saw his cock bulging in his pants. He was ready to go beat off. And he did. He left the room, went to his own bedroom and locked the door.

After a few minutes, I got up off the floor and stumbled into my bedroom. I was sore from my workout and my butt was in total pain. I stripped off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I flexed and watched my little muscles bulge under my skin. I could see muscle that wasn’t there two days before. My cock got hard as I watched my muscles bulging and thought about my dad jerking off. My butt was stinging but I was still happy. I was getting big. I was getting muscle. I was a man and I was going to show my dad how much of a man I was. I made myself a huge protein milkshake, glugged it down and went to bed. I slept for 9 hours, dreaming about being big and muscular and using that paddle to hit back at my bully dad.

The next morning my dad was already gone to the office as I struggled out of bed, still sore from yesterday’s workout and with red welts and pain in my butt. I walked down to breakfast and noticed a big pillow sitting on my chair. My mom had made me a huge breakfast, with eggs, sausage, potatoes, toast, fruit, orange juice and milk. My stomach was rumbling. I was as hungry as a horse. I thanked my mom for all the food and started gobbling it down.

“Is your behind real sore?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s real sore, mom. He hit me harder than he’s ever hit me before. I didn’t cry. I told him I’m a man and I don’t cry. That really made him mad. He told me I was still a boy and he smashed that terrible paddle into my butt so hard I buckled over and fell to the ground. I hate him mom. I really hate him. Why don’t you divorce him and get out of here, with me going with you?”

My mom sighed. “I don’t believe in divorce Danny. Divorces are not approved by God. And they’re bad for the family.”

I looked at her and my mouth dropped open. “Bad for the family???? You think having your son getting beat up every week is good for the family? You get beat up too. I’ve seen him slap you and punch you. He beats both of us up. He’s a bully mom. We’re his little victims that he can bully. If he has a bad day at the office or if I break one of his stupid rules he can come home and bully me. And he bullies you too.”

My mom nodded her head. “I’m sorry son. You’ll be 18 in four more years and then you can leave. In the meantime, you better follow his rules. He’s the man of the house.”

I looked at my food and started gobbling it even faster. “I hope it’s not four years,” I said as I gobbled and she looked at me quizzically. Maybe she thought I was going to run away. But my body was changing real fast. I was lifting big and eating big. I didn’t think it was going to take four years for me to get bigger and stronger than my dad.

I asked my mom to make four sandwiches for lunch, two beef and two chicken. She looked at me with a look that said ‘how can that boy eat so much.’ But she made the sandwiches. She knew I was going through a growth spurt. She didn’t know I was lifting heavy weights.

 

Part 3

I got to school and pulled down my pants for Justin. He looked at my big red welts and almost cried, especially when I told him what my dad had done with that last giant smash, hitting me so hard I collapsed on the floor in agony. He hugged me and he said he really hoped I was going to get big and muscular real soon. And he told me that he had brought two protein shakes for me in the morning and two in the afternoon. He saw how hard I worked the day before and he knew I was going to be real hungry. So he brought more food. And with the four sandwiches my mom had made I just stuffed myself. All I could think about all day was eating. I was thinking about eating and growing. Whenever I felt the least bit hungry I drank another shake or ate another sandwich. I was constantly stuffing food in my mouth. Justin looked at me and grinned. He knew I really wanted to get huge and he wanted to help me.

So for that day and the next day all I could think about was eating huge amounts of food, feeding my muscles that I hoped - and prayed - were growing. It was hard to study because all I was thinking about was lifting and eating, building big muscles on my skinny body. But I had decided to follow all my dad’s rules, to study hard, to do all my chores and not to watch TV on school nights. I didn’t want another beating until I was much bigger. Much much bigger.

On my workout day, Justin and I raced to his house after school. We both wanted to see how much I weighed. He couldn’t believe how much I had been eating. And I couldn’t believe how hungry I was all the time. It was like my body had woken up and wanted to grow, to eat lots of food, to work out real hard and to grow real big. I stripped off my clothes and stood on his scale in just my boxer shorts. The scale jumped to 110 pounds! I had gained seven pounds of muscle! I couldn’t believe it and Justin couldn’t believe it. All that protein I had eaten had turned into muscle. I stood before the mirror and I was just as cut and ripped as I was before. I had absolutely no fat on my body. I was solid muscle.

“Holy fuck,” said Jason as he looked at the scale and looked at my body. All my muscles were bigger. My arms were now thicker with muscle. My delts were like little cannonballs on my shoulders. Where there had been bone before there was now a cap of muscle. My pecs had gotten much bigger, bulging in my chest. My lats were flaring out at my sides, tapering down from my wide shoulders to my narrow hips. My abs were rock hard. I had an eight pack and we could see the hard ridges of muscle. My thighs were now much bigger and thicker, with hard muscle bulging out under my thin skin. And my calves bulged with muscle that I couldn’t believe I had.

“Holy fuck,” I said as I looked at my body, and my cock got hard under my boxers. I couldn’t believe how much muscle I had and I was getting turned on by seeing it all. My cock expanded rapidly and prodded out through the opening in my boxers. It was now totally visible and Justin gasped.

“God your cock is really huge Danny. Look at that thing. I bet your cock’s bigger than your dad’s already.”

I smiled and I pulled down my boxers, showing my big cock as it got rock hard and hit my abs. Yeah I was a man all right. A real man. Testosterone was surging through my body.

Then Justin pulled down his own shorts. His cock was hard too. “You’re not the only one with a hard cock,” he said. He had gotten turned on by seeing my new muscles bulge in the mirror. His cock wasn’t nearly as big as mine, but it was rock hard. We were standing there in front of the mirror looking at my body with our cocks as hard as rocks. I looked Justin in the eye and then I grabbed his cock. “Maybe we can have some fun after the workout,” I said. “Think about what these muscles are gonna look like and how they’re gonna feel when they’re all pumped and sweaty.” He gulped and grabbed my cock with one hand and my arm with his other hand. I flexed and he gasped as he felt the bulging muscle. “Oh yeah, I can hardly wait,” he said. His eyes were focused on my body. I could tell he really wanted to feel my muscles. But he knew he had to wait. “But you gotta work out first. You gotta work out real hard. You gotta keep building lots of muscle Danny. You’re gonna get huge.” I nodded my head, pulled up my boxers and we went out to the garage.

I had gained 12 pounds of muscle in four days. I couldn’t believe how much muscle I had put on my body. But I wanted more. I wanted way more. When Justin got on the scale he had the same weight he had before. I had gained 12 pounds and he gained one pound. My body put on muscle a lot easier than Justin’s body. I could work out harder, I could eat more and my muscles grew fast.

I had read in the muscle magazines about the three types of bodies – mesomorphs, ectomorphs and endomorphs. Mesomorphs are the guys who build big muscles fast and have very little fat. They are the gifted athletes. The football quarterbacks and halfbacks, the wrestlers, the jocks. All of the big bodybuilders I worshipped are mesomorphs. The ectomorphs are real skinny. They have a hard time building any muscle at all. And the endomorphs are fat. They can get big, but they’re fat. During all those years of reading the muscle magazines I was hoping and praying that I was a mesomorph. I could never play any sports. All I did was study. My muscles were never challenged as a kid, and I had just recently gone through puberty. Until my first workout, my muscles had never been challenged. Now, after only two workouts with the heavy iron, they were growing like crazy. I knew then I was a mesomorph! My muscles were challenged by the iron and they grew bigger and stronger to meet the challenge. They got bigger and stronger so that iron would feel like nothing to them in the next workout. Yeah, I was a kid who had the genes for building big strong muscles. I could work out harder, eat more food and grow huge and strong. Justin was probably an ectomorph, a skinny kid who would never build the muscles I was building.

So I had another brutal workout. For my warmup set I used the heaviest weight I had used the previous workout and that weight felt like a feather to my big new muscles. Justin and I loaded more and more weights onto the bar so in my final set I was using 20 or 30 pounds more weight. In benches I went from 70 to 100. In squats from 80 to 110, in curls from 40 to 60, in military presses from 40 to 70. All my muscles were bigger and stronger. Justin couldn’t believe how much weight I was lifting. He was still lifting the same weight as when we started earlier that week, 40 pounds for the bench press, 30 pounds for military presses, 25 pounds for curls. I was already more than twice as strong as he was. Next week I knew I was going to be three times as strong. My muscles were on fire.

After the workout my muscles were gigantic. They were pumped up more than they had ever been. Of course they were bigger and now that they were pumped they were huge. They were totally shredded, with veins surging with blood everywhere. Fibers of muscle were visible under my very thin skin. I was flexing and my cock was getting hard under my boxers. Justin was standing next to me. He was looking at my body and then at his body. There was no comparison. I was getting big and muscular. He was staying the same. I looked at my face and saw I was very good looking, with my hazel eyes, light brown hair, cut short, my strong jaw and my perfect white teeth. My neck was getting thicker too. I really looked good. Justin’s cock was already hard. He looked at my body and he couldn’t take it any longer. He ripped off his shorts and turned towards me, his little hard cock waving in the air, like a little dog that wanted to service his master. I smiled at the little dog. “Feel my muscles, Justin. Feel how big and hard they are.”

His eyes got bright with excitement. He lurched at my body, grabbing my arms. I flexed my biceps and triceps and he gasped. Then, while he was still holding my arms, he started licking the sweat off my pec muscles, licking and sucking and feeling the hard fibers of muscle flexing underneath. He then moved his arms around my whole torso, feeling my shoulders, my lats, my lower back and my round musclebutt. He was groaning with pleasure as he felt my hard body. This was really turning me on, having my best friend literally worship me like I was some kind of Greek god. I flexed for him and he felt every muscle, oohing and aahing at how big and hard they were. He then dropped down to his knees. He ran his hands over my rock hard abs, and eight pack of muscle that could now do 50 situps no problem. Soon I’d be doing 200 situps easy. He licked the sweat off my corrugated abs. His tongue felt good as it tickled the muscle. He could feel every ridge and crevice. Before long, all the sweat had been licked off. He then felt my hard legs, legs that had grown more than twice as strong in the last four days. The muscles bulged as I flexed them. I also flexed my calves and those muscles bulged with so much muscle mass. It was like the 12 pounds of muscle went to all the right places on my body.

He moved his hands up to my muscle butt. He stared at my cock and my big balls. His eyes got big as he saw my hard cock, just inches from his face. “Oh Danny, every part of you is so beautiful,” he said. He started licking my balls and I groaned with pleasure as my best friend licked them. My balls were full of testosterone and it felt so good to have them licked and serviced by Justin’s wet tongue. I groaned louder. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Then he moved his tongue up to my cock and started licking. “You smell so good,” he said and he breathed in and smelled my muscle jock sweat that was emanating from my sweaty skin and pubic hairs. I had worked out real hard and I had made a ton of sweat while I worked out. And now Justin was smelling it all. And he loved it.

He was licking furiously and I was groaning with pleasure. I had never had such an erotic experience in my whole life. His cock was rock hard too and he was fondling it with his hands. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. “Open up,” I yelled. Justin opened his mouth and I rammed by big cock in his mouth. I wasn’t gentle. I rammed it all the way in, forcing it way down his throat. Then and pulled it out and rammed it down again. Then again. Then again. I was fucking his face, thrusting my pelvis and jamming my big cock down his throat. He was sucking and licking. God my cock felt so good. So erotic. So aroused. So excited. So aggressive. So dominant. I fucked and I fucked Justin’s little mouth. I looked at my body in the mirror. Sweat was pouring off my skin. Every muscle was pumped and was twitching and flexing as I pumped my cock into Justin’s mouth. I looked like the stud I was.

I started groaning louder. My cock was on fire, so turned on by Justin’s throat pushing against it and his licking and sucking. My thrusts became faster. My abs were throbbing as they rammed my cock into his mouth again and again. I had so much endurance, so much strength, so much power rippling through my body. I yelled and my cock exploded. Spurt after spurt of jism blasted out of my cock and went down Justin’s throat. I grabbed his head and moved it around so my cock was getting the maximum pleasure as I came and came and came. I could see Justin’s hand moving and then he yelled too, blasting cum into the garage. That was the best orgasm I had ever had.

When we finished, Justin stood up, looked me in the eye and kissed me on the lips. At first I was startled, but then I kissed him back. We had a passionate kiss after our passionate fuck. “I gotta take a shower,” I said as I ran my hands over my sweaty body.

“I wanna shower with you,” he said. “I wanna lather up your muscles with soap. I wanna feel how hard they are, how big they are. I wanna feel you all over.”

I smiled and my cock started getting hard again. “Yeah,” I said as I grabbed his arm.

Justin soaped me up and ran his hands all over my body, feeling every muscle as I stood in the shower and flexed for him once in awhile. We both got hard and pretty soon we were grabbing each other’s cocks. Justin was feeling my body with one hand and grabbing my cock with the other. I was feeling Justin’s body and then feeling my body. Justin’s body was soft and flabby. My body was way bigger and rock hard. I got really turned on by comparing my body with Justin’s body. Then I just fondled my own body, feeling my big bulging pecs, my rock hard abs, my delts and my lats, while grabbing Justin’s cock and making him pant with frenzy as he felt my body. He was grabbing my cock. We looked at each other in the eyes and groaned with ultimate pleasure. Then we both came again, blasting cum all over our soaped up bodies. That was a nice shower.

I was hungry and I drank three protein shakes. Hell, dinner was an hour away. I’d be really hungry for dinner, I knew. I walked home, almost skipping. I had gained 12 pounds of solid muscle, I had more than doubled my strength, I had just worked out incredibly hard - so I knew I was going to gain even more muscle - and I had the best two orgasms in my life. I loved working out with Justin.

I was a very good boy at home for the next several weeks. Whenever my dad came home he looked in to my bedroom and saw me studying. I did all my chores around the house. I kept up my straight A average. I had a lot more energy now. I never got tired and it was easy for me to both work out and study and do my chores. I was just full of energy. Dad must have thought he was a very good father to have a boy like me.

Justin and I tried to guess how much dad weighed. He was five feet nine and we finally agreed that he weighed 160 pounds. So my goal was to gain 62 pounds of muscle, to weigh 160, the same as my dad. I wondered how long that would take. After the end of the second week of workouts I had gained another 10 pounds of muscle. So in two weeks I gained 22 pounds. And I was so strong. Justin couldn’t believe how strong I was. My bench was now 140 and my squat was 150. Except I was doing 10 reps with that weight because Justin had run out of weights. I was using every weight he had and they were too light. So Justin told his dad he needed another 100 pounds of weights, four 25 pound plates. His dad looked at him. “Justin, you look the same as you did before. Are you really that strong?” Justin laughed. “No, it’s not me. It’s Danny. You should see him. He’s gained 22 pounds of muscle already. No fat, all muscle. And he’s benching 140 and squatting 150, except his squat weight is real light for him. He could probably squat with 170 if we had the weight. Next week his bench is going to be over 150 too. You should see him dad. He’s getting real big and strong.”

Justin’s dad’s mouth opened like he couldn’t believe what he had heard. “Well, okay, Justin. I’ll buy the weights and visit you and Danny at your workout tomorrow. I want to see this boy. So the next day, we were working out. Well, let me be honest. I was working out. Justin was my spotter. The weights were way too big for him and there was no time to rip off the plates for him, let him do a set, and then put on the weights again for my next set. I only rested about one minute. My workouts were extremely intense. So I worked out and Justin spotted. I was getting big and he wasn’t. Hey, the strong get stronger, right? The weaklings stay the same, weak and more than willing to serve the strong.

I had just finished working out my shoulders and I was ready to start the benches. I knew the weights were going to be too light. I had benched 140 the last workout. I was going to be at 150 or beyond for this one. Then Justin’s dad walked into the garage carrying a big 25 pound plate. The plate seemed very heavy. He was holding it with both arms and managed to get it in. He dropped with weight and looked at me. “Holy shit,” he said. I was wearing just my boxers and my 120 pounds of muscle looked incredible on my body.

“See I told you dad. Look at Danny’s muscles. They get bigger and stronger every day.” I smiled at flexed my arms for Justin’s dad.

“Holy shit,” he said again. “You’re still skinny but you’ve got no fat. Every muscle is standing out in bold relief. I’ve never seen such a cut, striated body. God, Danny, you’re a natural. I can see you’re gonna get real big and muscular. Holy shit. You’re muscles look great.” He couldn’t believe it. “Come and help me get the rest of the weights,” he said. I ran out of the garage to his car and saw the three 25 pound weights sitting in the trunk. I reached down and lifted all three of them up and easily carried them into the garage.

“See, dad, he’s real strong too,” said Justin, like he was a cheerleader for my muscles. “Watch him do his benches dad. Last workout his max was 140. He got four reps with that, with me spotting for the last three. It was real hard. But now his muscles are bigger. And they’re stronger. He’s gonna use that same 140 as his warmup weight. Just watch. Danny’s muscles are amazing.”

So we used the new 25 pound weights and loaded the bar to 140. I got on the bench and looked up at Justin’s father. He was staring at my body. He couldn’t believe I was going to use my maximum weight as my new warmup weight. He had never seen muscles get bigger and stronger so fast. Justin spotted me and I jerked the bar off the rack. I lowered the bar and pressed it back up, real fast. “Piece of cake,” I said as Justin’s dad gasped. I lowered the bar and cranked out another 14 reps. A nice warmup set of 15 reps. I jumped up off the bench and flexed my pecs in front of his dad. He gulped as he saw the fibers of muscle bulging.

“When are you going to need another 100 pounds?” he said incredulously. I looked at Justin and grinned.

“Probably in about a month, but maybe sooner. My muscles are growing real fast.” He nodded his head.

“Incredible,” he said. We put on 10 more pounds, making the bar weigh 150. I cranked out 10 reps with this. The weight was still light. Then we added 10 more pounds, to 160. This was my work weight. I did two sets with these heavy weights, one for eight reps and one for five reps, with Justin spotting for both. And then, to impress Justin’s dad, I put on 10 more pounds.

“Watch this, Mr. Zimmerman,” I said. I lowered the bar and did one rep without any help from Justin. “Yeah, 30 pounds stronger,” I yelled as I jumped up off the bench and strutted around, flexing my chest which was totally pumped up and sweating. Mr. Zimmerman looked at me in awe. I flexed my arms and pecs right in front of him. His face got red and he was perspiring.

“You’re amazing,” he said as he walked out of the garage to his car. Justin and I laughed. Yeah I was amazing.

The next day at school I looked at the chin up bar in the playground. I had never been able to do a chinup, but now I thought I might be able to do some. I was rowing over 100 pounds and my lats were getting real big. So after school Justin and I snuck out to the playground. We didn’t want anyone to see how strong I was. I jumped up on the bar and pulled myself up. “God, this is easy,” I said. I did 30 pullups before I finally dropped down. “Shit, I went from zero pullups to 30 in less than three weeks. I’m building muscle like crazy.” Justin grinned. He wanted me to get bigger, stronger and more muscular. He was really getting off on my body. We bought a chin up bar and installed it in Justin’s garage. Now I could do chinups as part of my back workout. And I needed to add weight because 30 pullups were too many reps to be building muscle. I needed to add enough weight so my reps went down to 10 or so. So I started by adding 20 pounds in a strap around my waist. And the back workout after that I added more weight. Every back workout I added more weight. My lats were really getting big and strong.

After the third week, I decided to move on from the beginner’s program to the advanced program. I was advanced. Instead of working out all the muscle parts every workout, I worked out one or two muscle parts each workout. Then I had more time to rest and get bigger and stronger. This meant that I worked out five days a week. I told my mom that Justin and I were doing great studying together and that we wanted to study together every day. So she said yes as she fed me my huge dinner. (I wondered what she thought as I ate all that food. I guess she figured I had a real fast metabolism - which I did - and I was just going through a growing spurt. Little did she know my muscles were exploding underneath my sweat shirt.) I worked out shoulders and traps on Monday, back on Tuesday, chest on Wednesday, biceps and triceps on Thursday and legs on Friday. Plus I did ab exercises after every workout. On weekends I had two days to rest and grow. On this new program my muscles really responded. I was growing at one or two pounds a day. I had totally brutal workouts, working my muscles until absolute exhaustion. We raised the weights from my warmups to my work sets so in my last set I could barely do three or four reps, with Justin’s spot for the last couple. After each workout my body was incredibly pumped and sweaty and Justin was salivating. Then we had incredible sex.

 

Part 4

After a month of working out I weighed 135 pounds. I had gained 37 pounds of muscle and zero pounds of fat. I was now benching 240 and my 250 pound squats were way too easy. So Justin got his dad to buy another 100 pounds of weights. This came only two weeks after the last 100 pound set. I got so strong so fast he couldn’t believe it. In one month I had gone from a 60 pound bench to 240. I was four times stronger than a month before. And Justin was still benching 60 pounds. So I was four times stronger than him. But he hardly worked out anymore. He was transfixed looking at my body. He wanted to spot me, he wanted to help me get big and he wanted to have sex. And I had grown taller. I had grown a half an inch. I was now 5’ 9-1/2” tall. All my bones were growing. My shoulder bones were getting wider and I had so much muscle on my delts and lats that I had a tremendous V shape. I had 25 pounds to go before I got to 160, my dad’s weight. I wanted to gain that muscle fast!

I was studying in my room one night and I heard some loud voices downstairs. I went down to the kitchen and saw my dad yelling at my mom. I guess his food wasn’t hot enough and he was really mad. He slapped her across the face, real hard, and she turned away and started crying. I looked at my crying mother and then I looked at my dad with a look of pure hatred in my eyes. “Why did you do that, sir?” I said.

He came up to me and I don’t know if he noticed that I was now taller than he was. I was dressed in my sweat shirt and sweat pants so I don’t think he could tell I had so much new muscle on my body, but my neck was bigger and thicker and my shoulders were wider. But he was so mad at my mom he didn’t notice. “Mind your own business, Danny. I’m the man around this house and people do what I tell ‘em to do. She didn’t cook right so I slapped her. Now go upstairs and finish your homework. You don’t want to get a beating now, do you?”

I looked at my mom and a tear went down my face. “No sir,” I said as I left the room and went upstairs. God I wanted to put on muscle fast.

When Justin and I went into his garage for my next workout, there was a big package on the bench with a ribbon tied around it. Justin was brimming. “What is this?” I said.

“It’s a present from me to you Danny. Open it up.”

I ripped apart the ribbon and opened the package. It was a big container of some kind of supplement. Then I read the label. Creatine monohydrate. “Oh my god, it’s creatine! You bought me creatine! But Justin. It’s so expensive. This container must have cost you a fortune.”

He smiled and hugged me, feeling my muscles as he hugged. “Yeah, it’s expensive. I dipped way into my savings account. But I want you to get huge Danny. I love your muscles. I love watching them grow. I love seeing how strong you are. I love having sex with you. Take the creatine and get huge Danny.”

So I had a brutal workout, had sex with Justin and drank four protein shakes. I took the creatine home and hid it in my closet. I took it twice a day. And boy, did it ever work!

My muscles got way bigger for my next workout. And I could lift heavier weights, much heavier weights than I thought I could. It was like in my second workout where I was lifting so much more than in my first workout. It was like the creatine was giving my muscles instant growth and strength. They got bigger and stronger real fast. In a week I had gained 10 pounds. I had only 15 pounds to go. I kept eating the creatine, eating huge meals, drinking protein shakes and I worked out like a wild man. It took three weeks but I gained the 15 pounds. Fifteen pounds of solid muscle.

I now weighed 160 pounds. After my shoulder workout I stood before the mirror all pumped and sweaty. I smiled as I looked at my body. I looked just like those young fitness models in the fitness magazines. Really muscular and no fat. My arms now measured 16 inches. I flexed them in the mirror and admired the strands of muscle I had built, strands of hard muscle fibers covered with veins. My chest measured 45 inches. I had huge lats and big bulging pecs and what a taper I had down to my narrow hips. My waist measured 29 inches and my abs were like bricks, a washboard of muscle. My thighs were 25 inches of solid muscle covered with veins. I had a nice round muscle butt. And I had grown another half inch. I was now 5’ 10” tall, a full inch taller than my dad. My shoulder bones were wider and my delts were enormous so my shoulders were gigantic as I flexed them in the mirror.

Justin looked at my body and smiled. I had large muscle bellies and since my waist was so small and I had absolutely no fat I carried a lot of muscle even though I only weighed 160 pounds. “God you look good,” he said. “Look at those huge arms, look at those shoulders, look at those lats and your pecs. God you look good. And your abs. An eight pack of solid muscle. And legs that are so big and shredded. In two months you changed from a boy to a man. And what a man you are. You are so strong, benching 330 and squatting with 360. My dad had to get another 100 pounds of weights. You can press 230 and curl 150. And you can do 10 pullups with a 100 pound weight hanging from your waist. You are so fucking strong. You’re a stud, Danny.”

He started fondling me and my cock immediately got hard. I loved Justin fondling my body. I loved to be worshipped by my best friend. I loved being a muscle stud. We had sex and then I said to him. “Tonight’s the night. My dad’s not going to be the man of the house anymore.” He smiled and gave me the protein shakes. “Show him who’s the new boss,” he said as I drank down the protein. “Kick his bully ass.”

I went home, did some studying and then ate my huge dinner with my mom. “You sure eat a lot of food, Danny. Are you getting fat? Should I take you to the doctor? Are you okay?”

I laughed. “Oh yeah, I’m fine mom. I’m going to have a surprise for you tonight.”

She looked at me. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

I smiled. “If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise. Just wait.”

She cleaned the kitchen and I went into the family room and turned on the TV. I hadn’t watched TV on a school night in over two months and now I was going to watch as much TV as I wanted. My mom came in and said, “Danny, you’re breaking the rule. No TV on school nights. You’re gonna get a beating.”

I looked up at her and said, “I know.”

I was stretched out on the sofa, my sweat shirt and sweat pants hiding my big new muscles. The front door opened and my dad walked into the house. Immediately he saw me watching TV in the family room. He stormed into the room and put down his attache case. “No TV on school nights, Danny. Look at you, all stretched out on the couch. You should be studying. You know what happens when you break the rule. You’re gonna get a beating. You were pretty good the last two months and now look at you. Stand up and go to my study.”

I looked at him with a look of pure hate and stood up. Then I walked over to him and stood right in front of him. I looked down into his eyes because I was now an inch taller than he was. “I hate your rules,” I said.

He started sputtering. “Are you talking back to me? You can’t talk back to me, young man. Get into that study. You’re making your beating even harder when you talk back to me.”

I smiled at him and walked towards the study. He followed me. I wondered if he noticed how wide my shoulders were or if he saw my big trap muscles bulging out from my thick neck. But he was so mad he didn’t notice.

We went into the study and he closed the door. The paddle was on his desk and he picked it up, rubbing it up and down his left hand. I looked down and saw his cock was already hard. He was rubbing the paddle now and soon he would be rubbing his cock after he beat me. At least so he thought. I stood against the wall and pulled down my sweat pants, exposing my round muscle butt. By butt was a lot bigger than it was before. When you gain 60 pounds of muscle and can now squat with 360 pounds, you have a lot of muscle in your butt. I didn’t flex the muscle. I wanted him to think my butt was fat. He looked at my butt and then rubbed his hand around the soft white flesh.

“Gee, your butt is way bigger than it was. Are you getting fat, Danny? Are you turning into a fat kid? Well, I can beat a fat butt too.” He rubbed his fingers around my butt. Then I flexed my glutes. All that flesh turned into rock. Striations of muscle bulged in my butt. The fat had turned into rock. He yelled “Shit!” as he felt the rock hard muscle bulging in my butt.

“Does that feel like fat to you asshole? It’s solid muscle, dad. Rock hard muscle.” I said.

He started sputtering. “Did you call me an asshole?” he yelled. “Did you just call me an asshole?”

I quickly turned around and grabbed his hand that was holding the paddle. Then I squeezed. “Yeah, I called you an asshole. Whaddya gonna do about it, you fucking bully.”

His eyes got narrow with rage and he tried to pull his hand away with the paddle. But I was way too strong and my grip was very powerful. I squeezed harder and I could feel his flesh - his hand and fingers - being squished by my muscles. They were being ground into the paddle by my strong fingers. He was still sputtering. He couldn’t believe I had called him and asshole and he couldn’t believe he couldn’t take back the paddle because I was so strong.

I reached over and grabbed the paddle out of his hand with my other hand.Then I ripped off my sweatshirt and tore off my sweat pants. I stood in front of him in my boxers and yelled, “Whaddya gonna do about it, asshole? I can call you an asshole any time I want, because that’s what you are!”

He looked at my body and gasped. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he sputtered.

I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. “You gonna go jerk off after you beat your little kid, bully? You always get so turned on when you beat me. Your cock gets real hard as you feel my little ass and then it gets even harder when you beat this paddle into my flesh. The more you hurt me the more you get turned on. You are so disgusting I want to puke. But I’m done with that now. I weigh the same as you but I’m way stronger than you. I’m an inch taller and I’m probably three times stronger. I’m the man of the house now, asshole. From now on you call me ‘sir.’ I’m the one giving the orders around here. And if you disobey any order, you’re gonna get beat, just like you used to beat me. I lost track of how many times you beat me. I’m gonna have to beat you a lot just to get even. So if you break any order at all, you’re gonna get beat. You’re gonna get beat by these big arms that can bench 330, press 230 and curl 150. I flexed my right arm in my dad’s face while I was holding the paddle. This arm is really strong, asshole. And it’s gonna love beating you.” He blanched as he saw all the muscle flexing in his face.

“Stand up against the wall,” I yelled. He stumbled up to the wall. “Pull down your pants!” He hesitated. I grabbed his arm and squeezed my fingers into his bicep. I squeezed real hard. I looked at my huge forearm muscles as they bulged. They were huge and covered with veins and they forced my thick muscular fingers into my dad’s flesh like I was squeezing mush. My dad’s flesh was nothing to my big muscles. My muscles were so strong that instantly my big thick fingers were driving down to his bone. I kneaded my fingers through his weak little muscle and he yelled out in pain. I got to the bone and crushed my fingers into his nerves. He was yelling and crying at the same time. “I said pull down your pants! You do what I say or you pay a big price,” I said as I crushed his arm down to the bone. He immediately pulled down his pants and I let go of his arm.

I rubbed my hand over his white ass just like he had done to me so many times. “Oh you got a nice white ass,” I said. “Nice and white now. I wonder what it’s gonna look like with big red welts all over it. I wonder how it’s gonna feel. Oh yeah, I know how it’s gonna feel. But you don’t do you, bully daddy. Well, now you’re gonna find out. You’re gonna find out how it feels to be a little kid being beat by a big strong adult. You’re gonna feel some real pain, just like you gave me. Now you’re the puny one and I’m the big strong one. You ready, asshole?”

My dad started shaking. “Please don’t Danny. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

I rubbed his butt some more, feeling it’s softness with my strong fingers. “Too late, bully. You should have been sorry 10 years ago. It’s way too late to be sorry.” At that I smashed the paddle into his butt. It made a loud smacking sound and he yelled. Then I smashed it two more times. By now he was crying. “I’m only using about a quarter of my strength. You wanna feel it with half of my strength?”

He shuddered. ‘No, no, you’re so strong! You’re really hurting me.”

I laughed. “Oh yeah, and you never hurt me.” I smashed him three more times and he was crying wildly. “Remember when you hit me so hard I collapsed on the floor? I think maybe the hit was like this.” I smashed the paddle into his butt with about half of my strength. He screamed and collapsed onto the floor. “Half of my strength,” I said as he cried and looked up at me. “You don’t wanna feel all of my strength.”

He cried for several minutes as I stood over him. He was looking up at my body and I casually flexed my muscles so he could see just how big they were. I put my foot on his cock, which was now shriveled. I could see it plainly since his pants were down.

“I thought you had a puny little cock and I was right,” I said. “It never looked very big under your pants even though it was hard. My cock’s way bigger than yours.” I pulled down my boxers and even relaxed my cock was a lot bigger than my dad’s. “Some day we’ll have to compare sizes when we’re hard. I bet I’m three inches bigger. Maybe I’ll make you suck me off. How’d you like to give you son a blow job? The big bully dad sucking his son’s huge cock. Oh yeah, that might be fun. And if I order it, you better do it or you’ll get beat. Anything I order, you do. You got that, asshole?”

He looked at me and said, “Yes.”

I kicked him hard in the ribs and yelled “Yes, what?”

He looked at my muscular body and said, “Yes SIR.”

“Okay, stand up,” I ordered. “We’re gonna go see mom.” He stood up, pulled up his pants and buckled the belt. I stayed in my boxers. We opened the door to the study and walked into the family room where mom was reading.

She was facing away from us and she said “I hope you didn’t get too hurt, Danny. I told you you were breaking the rule.”

I grinned. “I didn’t get hurt at all, mom. I’m the one who did the hurting. And the bully dad is the one who felt the pain.”

She quickly turned around and looked at us. “Oh my god,” she said as she looked at my body.

“You see, mom, I had a growth spurt. Thousands of pounds of iron and lots of food and look what happened.” I flexed my arms for her. “I gained 62 pounds of muscle in two months. I wasn’t studying at Justin’s house. I was working out with his weights. And I got so strong his dad had to keep buying more weights. I’m eight times stronger than I was and I’m way stronger than this asshole here. I’m the new man of the house. He’s taking orders from me. And if he doesn’t obey an order, he’s gonna get beat, just like he beat me. Isn’t that right, asshole?”

My dad looked at my mom and then at me. I casually flexed my right arm as it hung like a big ham under my broad shoulder. “Yes sir,” he said as he stared at my muscles.

“This is my surprise, mom. This asshole is never gonna beat you again. If he does, he’s gonna get beat so hard he’ll be praying he was dead. Stand up and come over here, mom.”

She stood up and came over, looking at my body the whole time. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Slap him, mom. Slap him hard on the face. Just like he did to you.”

She looked at me and then at my dad. “Well, I don’t know,” she said.

“It’s easy,” I said and I slapped my right hand hard across my dad’s face. He winced in pain. “See how easy it is? Do it. Think of all the times he hurt you and then do it.”

She looked at me and then she looked at my dad. Then she raised her hand and slapped my dad across his face. Her slap wasn’t nearly as hard as my slap, but he still winced in pain.

“He’s not your boss anymore, mom. If he tells you to do something, just ignore him. And if he gets annoying, tell me and I’ll beat him. Oh yeah, dad. Go fix your own dinner. I think it’s in the refrigerator. You can heat it up yourself. You might want to take in a pillow so you can sit down. And tomorrow I’m gonna give you some orders.”

The next day I didn’t wear my sweat clothes to school. I wore a tee shirt - it was a new one I got a few months before but it was really small on me now. My chest had grown from 34 to 45 inches so any clothes that fit me two months ago were really small now. But it was kind of fun fitting into it. You could see every muscle flex under the straining fabric. My biceps were way too big for the sleeves so I had to hike them up near my shoulders. You could see my entire muscular arms. My shoulders were so big that the shirt could barely contain them and my pecs were bulging out like big melons. The fabric was so tight that my lats were spreading it from the back, showing the tremendous taper I had. It was hard finding pants, because my legs were so big. My waist had only grown a half inch, all solid muscle, but my legs had grown eight inches. And my little boy 14 year old pants weren’t designed for legs that big. One of my first orders to my dad was going to be to give me a ton of money so I could go out and buy some clothes that fit. Finally I went into my dad’s closet and found some adult pants. They were big in the waist but my legs did barely fit. I let them sag a lot so you could see my butt and my washboard abs and oblique muscles below the small shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. They were really going to be surprised at school.

I went downstairs. My dad had already gone to work. My mom was in the kitchen, making me a huge breakfast. She turned around and looked at me. Then she laughed. “Yeah you had a growth spurt all right. Look at you in that tee shirt. Your muscles are so big. That shirt can’t really hold them!”

I hugged her and she hugged me back real hard. “We’re free, mom. We’re free,” I said.

She started crying and said “You are such a good boy, Danny. It must have been hard for you to build up all that muscle. But that’s the only thing your dad respects - strength. And now you’re so strong! I love you Danny.”

I hugged even harder and said, “It was fun building my muscles, mom. My body really puts on muscle fast. Poor Justin can’t put on any muscle at all and I put on 62 pounds. And I’m going to get even bigger mom. I’m going to get real big and strong. I only weigh 160 pounds. I know I can put on a lot more muscle. Justin wants me to get huge. I wanna get huge. You’re gonna have a big muscular son, mom.” She kissed me and then I ate my huge breakfast.

 

Part 5

I walked to school and as soon as I got inside the school yard kids were staring at me. I was in 9th grade. We were the youngest kids in the school and most of us were real skinny, just like I was two months ago. When I walked in at five feet ten inches tall with 160 pounds of muscle bulging under my tight tee shirt, some of the kids thought I was a new Senior who was transferring to the school. But then some 9th graders looked at my face and yelled “Danny! Is that really you? God, where did you get all that muscle?”

I smiled and said, “I’ve been working out.” Immediately all kinds of kids were coming up to me and asking me to flex and wanting me to let them feel my muscles. Of course I obliged. I liked being a big muscle stud.

Then Justin came into the schoolyard and ran up to me. “Oh you look so good,” he said. “You always look so good. So tell me what happened!”

I pulled Justin aside and told him about everything that happened last night. “It was perfect,” I said. “I’m now the man of the house. My dad knows that he’s gotta follow my orders or he’s gonna get beat real hard. And I’ve already thought of some orders and I told Justin what they were.”

He laughed and patted me on the shoulder. “It’s so good to see you out from under that sweat shirt. I can look at your muscles all day.”

I grinned and punched him in the shoulder. “You and everybody else,” I said as I looked at all the kids staring at my body. Then we went to class.

I drank the big protein shake Justin had brought and then sat with him for lunch. Usually we had sat by ourselves but now all the kids wanted us to sit with them. The big strong jocks wanted us to sit with them at the number one table in the whole school, the big jock table. The cute girls wanted us to sit with them at the popular girls table. And the nerds wanted us to sit with them because I used to be a nerd and they liked me. We had a hard time deciding but Justin had a big preference. He wanted to sit at the big jock table. He had never sat there before. And he liked jocks. So we told the girls and the nerds we would sit with them in a few days, and we went over and sat at the big jock table.

I took out my four sandwiches and my quart of milk and the jocks looked at all that food. They looked at the food and then at my muscles. I saw them looking and said “I eat a lot of food because my muscles grow bigger every day. I need a lot of food to keep ‘em growing. I eat a lot of protein shakes too. I eat a ton of food. But I never put on any fat. Just muscle. Pure muscle.” I flexed my arm and some of the jocks had their mouths involuntarily drop open. I had the biggest muscles at the whole table. It wasn’t even close. I started wolfing down my food, eating a sandwich in about 30 seconds. In two minutes I had finished my food and all my milk. The jocks were stunned.

“I’m still hungry,” I said to Justin and he handed me his sandwich. He did this all the time. He knew my appetite was enormous and he always waited to eat until he knew I didn’t want any more. He was a very good friend.

After I finished his sandwich, one of the jocks gave me his sandwich too. Fortunately he had two of them. “I can’t believe how much you can eat,” he said. Another jock gave me his milk. I gulped all the food down. Finally I said I was full and I patted my rock hard abs. I pulled up my shirt and showed them the hard muscle. Even though my stomach was full of food, it still only measured 29 inches and my abs were still like bricks.

“All that food’s gonna turn into muscle,” I said. “Today I’m workin’ legs. I need a lot of food to feed these big mothers.” I flexed my leg and the kids could see my huge thigh muscles bulging under the tight fabric.

“Oh shit,” said one of the jocks. Now I was one of them. I was the biggest jock at the table. Now all the jocks started eating. They couldn’t eat while they were watching me down all that food. Now we relaxed and talked jock talk. Justin was ecstatic. And one of the jocks gave him half his sandwich. It was a great lunch.

I worked out my legs that afternoon, squatting with 380 pounds, a gain of 20 pounds from my last leg workout. I did six sets of squats because Justin didn’t have any equipment to do any other heavy leg exercises, like leg presses. He didn’t have any pulley equipment either, so I couldn’t do leg extensions or hamstring pulls. I worked with what he had, doing hack squats, and one legged plunges too. And of course I worked out my calves. My calves were really strong. They measured 17 inches of rock hard muscle and I was doing calf raises with 410 pounds. My legs were getting so strong I was going to need another 100 pounds of weights real soon. But I had another plan.

I got home and started to rearrange things a bit. I brought down my protein powder and my creatine to the kitchen. I put muscle pictures all over my bedroom, pictures of the big young fitness models and bodybuilders with bodies like I was going to have someday. I brought a bunch of fitness magazines and muscle magazines into the family room so I could read them at my leisure. I wasn’t wearing a shirt and was only wearing my boxer shorts, sagging low on my bubble butt.

My mom was singing as I walked around the house. She would grab a part of my body as I passed her. She rubbed her hand across my washboard abs. She felt my huge shoulders. She grabbed my big arm. She felt my lats and my muscle butt. I wasn’t going to wear a shirt again at home. My mom loved my body, and frankly, so did I. I loved to look at it in the mirror as I passed. And I didn’t have any shorts that had leg holes big enough for my thighs. My thighs were still pumped and red and they were huge. My boxers could hardly contain all that muscle. My mom called me to dinner and I ate a huge meal she had prepared as she sat at the table and looked at my muscles as I devoured the food.

Then I waited for dad to come home. I heard the garage door close and I stood at the door. He opened the door and I was standing there right in front of him, all my muscles bulging in his face. I looked down at him and said, “Welcome home, dad. Mom doesn’t want me to call you an asshole any more. She doesn’t like me swearing around the house. So I’m gonna call you dad. But every time I say dad, you can think I’m calling you an asshole. You got that?”

My dad looked at my muscular body standing in front of him. His eyes gazed down at my legs and he saw how big and pumped they were. Then he looked back up at my face and right into my hazel eyes. “Yes,” he said. Immediately I raised my big right arm and held it in a slapping position right in front of his face.

“Yes what?” I said as he looked at my big muscular fingers.

“Uhh, uhh, yes SIR,” he said.

“That’s your last warning,” I said. “The next time you forget you’re gonna get a hard slap across the face. My hand is so strong it can break bones. So you better not forget.”

He nodded his head. “Yes, sir, yes sir,” he said. I stood aside and let him walk into my house. It used to be his house but now it was my house.

“Come into the family room. I’m gonna give you some orders.” He followed me into the family room where mom was sitting down reading. “I’m gonna give dad some orders. If I hear any talking back you’re gonna get beat. You hear that dad?”

He nodded his head and said “Yes sir.”

“Okay. First, I need all new clothes. None of my clothes fit me. I’ve put on 62 pounds of muscle in two months - maybe its 64 pounds now - and all my little boy 14 year old clothes don’t fit me any more. My chest is way too big for my shirts. My legs are way too big for my pants and my shorts. I had to wear your pants to school today. So you’re gonna give me $1,000 to go shopping with mom for a new wardrobe. I’m gonna look real good in my new clothes. And I’m gonna keep on getting bigger, so I’m gonna need new clothes all the time to fit my big muscles. So it’s $1,000 now. You got that?”

My dad gulped and nodded. I stared at him. “Yes sir,” he said.

“Second, you’re gonna give me $500 for protein and supplements. I’m gonna be workin’ out real hard and I need a lot of protein and supplements to make my muscles grow huge and strong. I’m gonna need a lot of money and you’re gonna give it to me. If not, you will feel what these muscles can do to you.” I flexed my arm and he looked at the bulging muscle.

“Well, okay, sir,” he said.

So far he was getting off cheap, and he knew it. He worked real hard. He made a lot of money.

“Third, tomorrow you’re going with me to the gym store and we’re gonna buy a big gym and put it in the garage. You’re gonna have to park your car in the driveway. I need big Olympic weights, a bench, a big squat rack, a leg press machine, lots of pulley equipment, plus a lot of dumbbells going all the way up to 200 pounds. I need tons of weight. And you’re gonna buy it all for me. I’m too strong for Justin’s little boy gym now. I need big weights and lots of heavy iron and major league equipment. I’m gonna grow huge, dad, and you’re gonna pay for it all. You got that?”

My dad kind of grunted. “Well, I don’t know, that sounds kind of expensive. And my car is going to get dirty.” He looked at my eyes and then he realized he had made a big mistake. I jumped up off my seat and grabbed him by the shoulders. I lifted him up over my head and carried him to the study. I closed the door.

“Don’t talk back to me, asshole! When I give you an order you do it. Drop your pants. NOW!”

He knew what happened yesterday when he hesitated so he dropped them real fast. I grabbed the paddle and smacked him real hard, using about a third of my strength. I smashed his butt three times. It was already red and sore from yesterday. Now it was burning. He started crying again. Such a little pussy I had for a father. He was a bully but he was a pussy. I put down the paddle and dragged him back to the family room.

“Now let’s continue our discussion,” I said. “You got that, dad?”

He looked at my big muscular arms and meekly said “Yes sir.”

“Okay, tomorrow is Saturday. I know you always work on Saturday. In the morning, mom and I are going to go shopping for clothes and my protein and supplements. I’ll be back at 2:00 and you better be here. Then we’re going to the gym store for the gym equipment. And you’re gonna tell the gym store people that you are so happy your son has gotten so big and strong and you can hardly wait for him to start training on all his new equipment so he can get even bigger and stronger. You got that?” Dad looked at my body and shivered.

“Yes sir,” he said.

“You are excused,” I said. I stood up and flexed my arms, kind of stretching. My lats flared out at the sides and my biceps bulged. My abs looked like a washboard of pure muscle. Then I flexed my legs, which were still a little pumped from my brutal leg workout. The huge muscles bulged like slabs of beef. My dad gulped as he looked at my body. Yeah, he’d be here a 2:00 all right.

I had a great time with mom buying clothes. Because of my big new muscles, I bought a lot of clothes that showed off my body. Short sleeved shirts that revealed my big arms. Wife beaters that showed off my big shoulders, arms, lats and pecs. Tee shirts that were just maybe a little on the small side so all my muscles would clearly show through them. Long sleeved shirts that still revealed how big my chest was and where you could see my bulging arms under the tight sleeves. It was hard to buy pants and shorts that had such a small 29 inch waist and had leg holes big enough for my 25 inch thighs. But we found some and they really looked good on my body. I liked to wear my pants and shorts real low, sagging over my boxers and my muscle butt. I also bought a ton of workout shorts. I would be wearing these in my workouts and all the time around the house. I really looked hot in my new clothes.

Then we went to the health food store and I bought a whole bunch of whey protein, some creatine, some glutamine and a couple other supplements I had seen advertised. Mom learned a lot about nutrition for bodybuilders and she told me she was going to be cooking real good bodybuilding food from now on. She wanted my muscles to grow just as much as I did. With mom and Justin I had two real fans.

We got home about 1:00 and I had a huge lunch my mom made. At exactly 1:55 my dad walked in. I had just finished lunch. I was wearing one of my new wife beaters and some shorts that showed off my huge legs. I jumped up from the chair and said “Okay, let’s go.” Dad looked at the food and I could tell he was hungry. “You got five minutes to eat. We leave at 2:00,” I said. So he wolfed down some food and stood up at 1:59. He didn’t want to get beaten again. I grabbed his arm and we walked out the door.

We drove to the gym equipment store. I had done some internet research and I found the store and knew exactly what I wanted. In the car I said, “I need a new computer and a bigger monitor. My computer’s two years old and it’s really slow. I want a new really fast Apple with a huge hard drive and a huge monitor. We can go to the Apple store after we go to the gym store. Oh yeah I need a new iPod too.” I stretched out my arms towards the front of the car and flexed my triceps.

My dad looked over and saw the bulging muscles and also saw my huge delt muscles swelling out of my wife beater. “Uh, okay, sir,” he said.

We got to the gym equipment store and walked in. There were two salesmen, both buff young guys, and nobody else was in the store. They came up and looked at my big muscles bulging out of my wife beater. I could tell they were impressed. “We want to buy some equipment,” I said. “I’ve been working out at a friend’s house with his little beginner set. His dad had to buy 300 pounds of more weight because I got so strong so fast. I put on 60 pounds of muscle in two months.”

One of the salesmen said, “Oh yeah, I remember that guy. He kept coming in here and buying four 25 pound plates. He couldn’t believe how fast his son’s friend was growing. So that’s you huh?”

I slowly flexed my arms. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The two salesmen gasped. as they looked at my bulging arms and delt muscles. “God, you’re big,” he said. “How old are you anyway?”

I smiled and said “I’m 14. I’m in ninth grade.”

The salesmen looked at each other and said, “Oh my god.”

I looked at my dad. “My dad’s real proud of me for getting so big and strong, aren’t you dad?”

He looked at me and said, “Yes, sir.”

I smiled. “And he wants me to get even bigger and stronger. He wants me to put on another 60 pounds of muscle, right dad?”

Dad looked at my huge arms and kind of winced.

“Yes, sir,” he said.

“He wants me to be up at 220 when I start 10th grade. I’m gonna be the biggest, strongest kid in school. You’re gonna love that, right dad?” By now the salesmen were looking at each other and at my dad. They couldn’t figure out why he was saying ‘yes, sir,’ every time.

“Yes, sir,” my dad said. Then I think one of them figured it out.

“Having a big strong son might be kind of scary. He’s obviously way stronger than you, isn’t he?”

My dad gulped. “Yeah, he’s way stronger. Way way stronger.”

I grinned and then said, “But he wants me to get even bigger and stronger. He wants me to be the biggest and strongest kid in the whole school. I’m gonna make him real proud. He’s gonna be a real proud dad.” The salesmen nodded.

“Okay, so now I need a real big gym with lots of weights and equipment. I can already bench 360 so I need some big weights. I made a list.” I pulled out my list and started naming all the equipment. An Olympic bar with 800 pounds of weights, mainly 45’s. I knew I would need 800 pounds for the leg press. A heavy duty bench and rack. A heavy duty squat rack. A big leg press machine. Some parallel bars. A bunch of pulley machines for my back, my pecs, my delts, my legs and my arms. An incline ab board. A barbell with 200 pounds of plates. A set of dumbbells going from 10 pounds to 200 pounds in 10 pound increments and a rack to hold all that iron. A weight belt so I could do pullups with weights attached. And I had a couple of other things too. “That’s it for now. I might need more later. I want it installed on Monday. And I want a 10% discount. Dad’s gonna pay for everything, right dad?” He looked at me and said “Yes sir.”

The two salesmen were dumbfounded. Finally one of them said “We’ve never had an order this big. Yeah, you’ll definitely get the discount, but this is going to cost a lot of money.”

I grabbed my dad’s arm and said, “He’s rich. He really wants me to get huge. I’m already five times stronger than him. He wants me to be ten times stronger. He wants a really strong son. Right dad?”

My dad kind of shivered and nodded his head as the salesmen looked at him and then at me. I smiled at them. They knew who the dominant man was between the two of us. They could tell I was completely controlling my father. They could tell I was the man in charge. They smiled back at me. Then my dad took out his credit card and gave it to them. Fortunately it was an American Express which didn’t have a credit limit.

It took them about an hour to finalize the order and my dad paid. One of the salesmen put his hand on my big shoulder and said “Thanks, kid. We’re gonna get a nice bonus this month. And I hope you gain the 60 pounds by the 10th grade.”

I winked at him and said “I will.”

We left the store an got in the car. “Thanks, dad,” I said and I really meant it. It was nice having a rich father even if he was an asshole. He looked over at me and kind of smiled. “Tomorrow we’re gonna clean out the garage as a family. You’re not gonna work tomorrow. After all it’s Sunday. We’re gonna get rid of all those boxes and make the garage nice and clean for the gym. It will be a nice family experience. You’ve never done anything with me except beat me. So you’re gonna be there. And that’s an order. You got that?”

“Yes, sir,” he said. “And Danny. I’m really sorry.”

I just sat there and stared at the road.

We went to the Apple store and I picked out one of their best computers with a nice big flat screen monitor. And I picked out the biggest iPod nano they had. I hauled the stuff to the car and put the computer in the back seat. As we drove off, I said, “Thanks dad.” I was the man of the house but I could still be polite once in awhile.

We got home and I installed the computer. It was great. I had my muscle pictures all over my room and a new computer. And Monday I was getting my new gym. It was good being big and strong and running the house. My miserable childhood was behind me and I was starting a brand new life with muscles and strength.

On Sunday we cleaned out the garage. My mom liked the idea because she realized that she had to get rid of some of the old boxes. My dad did really help and it was fun doing something as a family, although now I was the family leader and my dad was just like a child to me. He did what I told him to do.

On Monday, my gym equipment arrived just as I arrived home from school with Justin. There were three huge installers, all weightlifters and bodybuilders themselves, because there were so many heavy weights and machines. They looked at me and one of the said, “So you’re the kid who’s gonna use all these weights. I was laughing at the store but now I can see that you might need them. You’re really big already but I can see you can pack on a lot more muscle. You got huge muscle bellies. And these weights will do it. You really bought the gold standard. You lift these mothers and eat right and you’re gonna be huge.” He then stripped off his sweatshirt and I gasped as I saw all his muscle. He was about six feet four inches tall and he must have weighed 275 pounds. And it was all muscle.

One of the other guys laughed. “He’s huge, ain’t he. He was Mr. California a few years back. You wanna get as big as him? I think you probably can. If you’re only 14 and look like you do now you’ll be 275 no sweat.”

I grinned. I so wanted to be six feet four inches tall and weigh 275 pounds of solid muscle. And these guys thought I could do it. I was so stoked.

Justin was salivating. He had never seen so much muscle in his whole life and he loved it. “Oh shit, Danny. Wouldn’t it be great if you looked like him? He must be so strong! And he’s huge! Hey, dude, let me feel your muscle!”

The big guy smiled and said “Sure kid. You like big muscles huh.”

Justin grinned. “Oh yeah, I love big muscles. And Danny’s muscles are getting bigger every day. But I’ve never seen an arm like yours. It’s huge.” He went over and the big guy flexed his arm. Justin wrapped both of his hands around the huge bicep and tricep but he couldn’t even begin to cover it. “Oh my god. It’s so huge and its as hard as a rock! Come and feel it Danny.”

I went over and felt the guy’s huge arm. I was stunned. I thought I had a big arm, but it was nothing compared to this guy’s. “Twenty three inches of rock,” he said. “People notice you when you’ve got 23 inch arms. Nobody gets in your way. I love being so big and strong.”

Justin was grinning and kept feeling the guy’s huge arm. “Oh Danny, your arms are gonna be this big too. Oh Danny I can hardly wait!” I smiled and pulled Justin’s hands off the guy’s huge arm.

They finished installing the equipment - I told them where to put everything. I handed each of them $50 - which I got from my dad - and they left. It was late, almost dinner time, but I wanted to try my first workout with the new equipment and Justin wanted me to do it too. It was back day. First I did deadlifts, lifting the big Olympic bar off the ground, loaded with big 45 pounds weights. I loved those 45 pound weights. They were the weights real men used. And now I was using them. I did six sets, going up to 390 pounds. I had never used that much weight at Justin’s house. These big weights just made me lift more. I couldn’t believe how strong my back was.

Then I did pullups and Justin strapped the belt on my waist and started loading the weights. I did a warmup set with no weight and then sets with 50, 70 and 90 and 110 pounds strapped to my waist. It was great having all the dumbbells because I could just go over and grab a dumbbell - they were much too heavy for Justin to lift - and strap it on. My lats were really flaring out after those sets.

Then I did some rowing exercises with the pulleys, loading up the weights to 240 pounds for my last set. It was great having the weights so adjustable. I just moved the little pin and suddenly the weight was heavier. I loved moving the weights heavier and heavier. I did some dumbbell rows, going up in weight from 60 to 100 pounds. And then I did some lat machine pulldowns, again increasing the weight with each set. I loved my new gym. My lats were gigantic, flaring out at my side. The fibers of muscle wanted to burst through my skin. Veins were everywhere.

“Great workout,” said Justin as he fondled my huge lat muscles. I drank a big protein milkshake - I knew I would still be hungry for dinner and said goodbye to Justin. No sex today.

I walked into the house, so happy with my new gym. I was only wearing some workout shorts and I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was dripping with sweat and my whole upper torso was so pumped. My lats were flaring out - thick slabs of muscle - and my arms were huge and pumped too. God I looked good. I flopped down on the couch in the family room. Then I heard some sounds outside and I went over to the front door. I opened the door. Standing in front of me was this huge guy, probably six feet two inches tall, who must have weighed way over 250 pounds. Standing next to him was my dad. The guy was in his late 30’s. He looked like he had been a football player in his earlier years - probably was on the line in high school and maybe college. Big and thick and wide all over. But he was now also fat. His waist was huge. He had big fatty arms. I’m sure they had been very strong. Maybe they were now. But it had been a long time since he worked out seriously in a gym. He was a big, fat former jock dude.

He looked down at me and kind of gasped as he saw my big sweaty body. I flexed my lats at him, kind of showing off. He gulped. I guessed that my dad had told him he had this 14 year old son who was getting out of control and needed a big guy to put him in his place. And I’m sure my dad didn’t tell the big dude how big and muscular I had gotten or about how he beat me all those years. The dude thought I was a rowdy kid who had to be put in his place.

“So you’re Danny,” he said and he walked through the door almost knocking me over. “Your dad says you need to be taught a lesson. You need to obey your dad. You’re just a kid. You need to obey your dad. You understand that, kid?” He kept walking towards me and he put up his fists. He threw a punch but I was much too fast for him and dodged out of the way. He threw a few more punches but he missed every time. Then as he lurched forward I reached down, grabbed his ankles and pulled. My lats were incredibly strong and pumped after that workout and I pulled his feet right out from under him. He landed on his butt. Immediately I jumped on his stomach and slammed my fist into his face. I hit him so hard I broke his nose. He was stunned. I kept pounding his face, using all the strength I had. All those bench presses and military presses with hundreds of pounds of weights being pushed by my big arms were now being directed into my fists which smashed the big dude’s face. I broke his chin. I tore his cheek. Blood started splattering all over and went into his eyes. He was blinded. I worked him over so fast he didn’t have time to even defend himself. He was a big fat tub of a man being absolutely mauled by a young strong tiger of a boy.

Finally he rolled over to his side and that gave me an opening. His neck was exposed and I wrapped my right arm around his neck. I pulled it tight and flexed my bicep right into his fat neck. Then I pulled my arm in real tight with my other hand. I heard a crackling sound as his windpipe was crushed by my big weight trained arm muscles. He couldn’t breathe. He started turning red. Saliva started spewing out of his mouth. His neck was totally crushed by my big arm. He hit the floor a couple of times with his hand, giving up. But I kept crushing. I wanted to kill him. My bicep was huge. It was as hard as a rock and it was crushing the life out of this big thug. Finally he passed out. I kept up the pressure for another several seconds and then I sprang up from the floor. I looked at my dad who was standing there in terror.

“Don’t you move,” I yelled. “If you move you’re gonna look worse than he does.” I ran into the kitchen and grabbed some rope from a drawer. I tied up the thug’s hands behind his back and then I waited until he woke up. My dad was trembling.

The thug finally woke up. He was groaning in pain. His face was a bloody mess. “Get up!” I yelled. He didn’t move so I kicked him hard in the ribs. “Next time I’ll break a bone,” I yelled and I kicked him again harder. He moaned in pain. He struggled to his knees and finally managed to get to his feet. He was harmless with his hands tied behind his back. “Go fuck yourself,” I said. I pushed him out the door and then I turned to my dad. “You’re gonna get the biggest beating you could ever imagine,” I said. “Take this thug home. And don’t forget to clean up all the blood. Mom doesn’t like blood. And don’t ever think about doing this again if you don’t want a bunch of broken bones.” I grabbed his arm and squeezed it hard and he yelled in pain. Then I shoved him out the door and closed it.

Here I had tried to be nice to my father, thanking him for the gym and the computer and look what he does. He brings a big thug into the house to beat me up and teach me a lesson. Well I guess that thug’s going to think twice before he attacks me again. And now I have a new order for my dad. I’m going to take fight lessons. I’m going to find the nastiest fight school in the whole city and take fight lessons every Saturday. I don’t want to just fight. I want to kill. Anybody who attacks me is dead. I’m going to be able to take down any thug that attacks me. Big strong muscles. Unstoppable fighting techniques. I’m going to be a big strong killer kid. Yeah dad, that includes you.

Dad had to take the thug to the hospital. He needed to have his jaw and nose reset and he needed a lot of stitches in his face. He was never going to look the same. It turned out this was a guy who worked in my dad’s office who thought he was doing a favor for him. Too bad my dad didn’t tell him the truth. My dad finally came home at 2:00 a.m. He tried to sneak in the door, but I was awake and waiting for him. I charged down the stairs, wearing just my boxer shorts. He trembled as he saw me coming. “Get into the study!” I yelled. I pulled his arm, squeezing his muscle right into his bone as a pulled him into the study. “Listen to me,” I said. “You just gave me a reason for another order. I’m gonna take fight lessons every Saturday. I’m gonna be a killer fighter. You ever bring another goon into this house he’s gonna be dead. And you’re gonna have a lot of broken bones. Pull down your pants.” He quickly complied and I grabbed the paddle. I blasted that paddle into his butt using two-thirds of my strength. He cried out in pain. He had never been hit this hard in his life. Drops of blood were oozing out of his butt. I hit him five times and he fell to the floor. “Clean up the thug’s blood before you go to bed,” I said. “If you’re late for work that’s tough shit.” The I strutted out of the study, drank a big protein shake and went to bed.

After that incident my dad gave up on trying to control me. He realized I was his superior. He realized he was inferior to me. I was in total control of him and while he was demoralized he finally accepted it. I was the man of the house and I was getting bigger and stronger every day.

I did some research that week and found a mixed martial arts gym that was run by a former Marine. According to his ad, he had killed scores of Taliban warriors with just his bare hands. The ad said that if you’re a wimp don’t bother coming to the gym. Only real men will be accepted. Real men who want to learn to fight and kill. They had a minimum age of 16 years old.

 

Part 6

I called the gym and found out the beginning class met at 10:00 a.m. on Saturdays. “No wimps,” said the gruff voice on the phone. “Are you a wimp?” I laughed. “I can bench 360 and squat 400. Does that sound like I’m a wimp?” I said. “That’s very good,” he said. “See you Saturday.” My dad usually worked on Saturdays, so I had to give him an order. That night I told him. “The fight class starts this Saturday. You have to drive me to the gym and you probably have to sign some papers. The class starts at 10:00 so we’ll leave here at 9:00. You need to cut back on your work anyway, dad. And watch your son fight. Watch your son learn how to kill people with his bare hands.” I made a fist and squeezed, flexing my huge forearm muscles as I rolled my fist up and down. “I’m gonna learn how to break necks with one hand.” I squeezed my hand around his arm and twisted my wrist, like I was breaking a neck. He trembled. “It would be a lot of fun to break some thug’s neck. Oh yeah. How’s your friend. The one who was going to teach me to follow your orders?”

My dad looked at me in the eyes and said. “He doesn’t talk to me any more. I didn’t tell him how big and strong you were. He thought you were just a 14 year old kid. He’s got bandages all over his face. They told him he might need plastic surgery, sir.”

I smiled and made a fist in my dad’s face. “Yeah, these fists are strong.” I said. “And they’re gonna get a lot stronger.”

Of course Justin wanted to come watch me fight. So my dad and I picked up Justin and drove to the fighting gym on Saturday. I had gained another five pounds that week. I was up to 165. I just kept putting on muscle. We walked into the gym and saw all the fighters. Most of them looked like they were in their late teens and twenties. And they looked tough. Some of this gym’s fighters had gone on to be professional MMA fighters, so there were a lot of young guys there wanting to give it a shot. And there were no wimps.

I walked up to the desk with my dad and Justin following me. There was a huge guy there with his hair cut real short and with a Marine tattoo on his very muscular upper arm. I knew this was the owner. He looked up at me. “I’m the one who called about signing up for the beginner class. I wanna learn to fight!” He looked at my very young looking face but then he looked at my body. I was wearing a wife beater and it was very clear I was muscular and strong. “How old are you,” he gruffed. He pointed to a sign that said 16 year age minimum. “We got a lot of tough guys in here and I don’t want any kids.” I flexed my arm in his face and said, “I’m not a kid. I’m 14 years old but I’m strong. My dad here will sign any papers you have.” He’d sign anything I told him to sign.

“We got some real big, tough dudes in this gym. If you sign the papers that means your son might get hurt and you can’t sue me. Is that okay, your son getting hurt?”

My dad looked at me and got an evil grin on his face. “Oh yeah, that’s fine,” he said. I could tell he was hoping I would get hurt real bad by one of the big fighters. He couldn’t do it. Maybe a fighter could do it.

Then Justin piped up. “Danny won’t get hurt. He’s the one who’s gonna do the hurting. Danny’s real strong.”

The big guy looked at me and then at some guys training on a bench on the other side of the gym. “Well, lets see just how strong you are, young man. Come with me.” We walked over to the bench. The two guys training looked to be in their late teens. They were very big, probably weighing 200 pounds each. They had six plates on the Olympic bar, making it weigh 315. One of the guys got on the bench and managed to crank out five reps, with his friend spotting him for the last two. “That’s a lot of weight,” said the big dude. “Let’s see if you can lift it.” Justin grinned. He knew exactly how much that bar weighed and he knew I could bench a lot more than that. I looked at the big guy and said, “Well, I’ll give it a try.”

I got on the bench and jerked the bar off the rack. Then I lowered it and one of the teenagers put his hands under the bar, thinking I would fail. Then I pressed it up like it was a little stick. “Yeah, I think I can do it,” I said and then I cranked out another 14 reps, not even slowing down. I racked the bar and jumped off the bench. The two teens were stunned. The gym owner was stunned. My dad was stunned.

Justin was grinning. “See, I told you he was strong.” For some reason, I was very strong even though I only weighed 165. At 165 pounds I was benching more than those two kids who outweighed me by 40 pounds. I guess it is my big muscle bellies, my absolute absence of fat and my strong ligaments and tendons. I was a strong kid. And I was building new hard muscle every week. Who knows what I’ll be benching when I weighed 200 pounds? A fucking lot of weight, that’s what. I knew I was strong.

The owner looked at me and said, “You’re in, kid. Sign the papers, dad. You’re gonna have a real strong fighter in your house. I hope you’re ready for it.”

I grinned at my dad and he grimaced. As we walked back to the desk, I turned to my dad and whispered, “I’m gonna love being a killer fighter. I’ll be able to smash all the goons you bring home. And you’re gonna watch me get so big and so strong and become such a fighter that you’ll regret ever touching me with that fucking paddle.”

He trembled. I doubted I would ever need to fight my dad. He’d be smashed in ten seconds. But having him fear me, having him fear my muscles, having him fear my fighting ability - that was priceless. And I was going to make him watch me grow and fight, with fear in his eyes the whole time.

So I started in the beginners class. There were 10 fighters in the class. The youngest was 16 and the oldest was 25. Most of them were in their early 20’s. The teacher was a former Marine who had a black belt and was a MMA fighter who was close to being on television. I loved the class. We learned how to hit, both with our fists and our open hands. We learned how to kick. And the we learned wrestling moves, how to smash guys once you got them on the ground, how to choke them, how to break their bones. It was great. The class lasted two hours. We drove home.

“That was really fun,” I said. “I’m gonna love smashing people. If some bully attacks me - or attacks little Justin here - I’m gonna smash him into a bloody pulp..” I flexed my arm and Justin immediately grabbed it.

“You’re gonna be a great fighter, Danny. You were already better than most of those guys. You’ve got a natural ability to build big muscles and fight like a warrior. I’d hate to be fighting you.”

I looked at Dad and said, “Yeah, I’m gonna give out lots of pain if I fight somebody. Lots of pain.” Dad winced. When we got home, dad had a bite to eat and went to work. I ate a huge lunch with Justin eating like a little bird, and then I fucked him shitless all afternoon. I came five times, two blow jobs and three ass fucks. He came twice. I had a lot more testosterone in my body. It was a great Saturday.

I had a big punching bag and a wrestling mat installed in the garage. After I lifted I would hit the bag, punching it with the incredible power of my big arms. Justin would hold the bag and sometimes I would hit it so hard I would knock him down. This was a good cardio workout for me and my punches got harder and harder. My skin was always very sweaty and Justin ran his hands over my body, feeling my bulging muscles. Then sometimes we wrestled, although it wasn’t much of a match. We always wrestled nude. I’d put Justin in some of the holds I was learning at the school. Of course he couldn’t escape. I was much too strong. I’d let him pin me a couple of times and then I’d push him off my body with just one arm, then jumping on top of him and rubbing my sweaty pecs into his weak little body. I’d rub my cock on him, getting all turned on. We’d lock the door to the garage and then I’d fuck him on the wrestling mat, starting with a blow job and then pounding my big cock into his little butt. All the time he was feeling my muscles and getting off on what a man I was. We always had great sex.

I only took four beginner classes when the coach said I was ready for the intermediate class. He said I was a very fast learner. Plus I was super strong. I was a great fighter. So I went to the intermediate class, which started at 2:00 p.m. Dad worked in the morning and then drove me to the class with Justin in the car. By now I weighed 175, 175 pounds of fighting muscle. I was really confident in my fighting abilities. I knew I could kill guys, real easy. After each match, which I always one, I strutted over to the side of the ring and flexed my muscles in front of my dad. Sweat was always dripping down my skin and my muscles were always real pumped and red hot. “Fucking strong!” I yelled at him and he cringed in his seat. I loved lording my muscles and my strength over my dad. I loved being so dominant over my former tormentor.

One day my dad got home from work a little early. My mom had gone to visit her sister. I had just finished my workout and was dressed in just my workout shorts. My body was totally pumped. I had worked my shoulders and had just finished hitting the bag. My whole upper body was bulging with muscle, red and pumped from all the blood surging through my muscle fibers. Justin had already gone home.

I looked at my dad as he walked in the door and I got an idea. “I wanna wrestle you dad. I wanna wrestle you right now. Strip off those clothes.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “You’re too big and strong,” he said. “I’ve seen how good a fighter you are. I’ll be crushed.”

I came over and wrapped my big arm around his neck. “Are you talking back to me, dad? I said I wanted to wrestle. I wanna wrestle you now.” I flexed my bicep and curled in my arm, squeezing his neck. I didn’t even have to use a quarter of my strength and his neck was already crushed.

“Okay, okay, sir,” he said. He knew not to argue with me.

I pushed him into the garage and said, “Strip off your clothes. Strip ‘em all off.” I ripped off my shorts and stood before him naked. My big cock was hard. I didn’t have sex with Justin so I was real horny. He took off his clothes and we stood there in front of the mirror. I smiled when I saw our bodies. I had been so afraid of him when I was a kid, this big strong adult who beat me all the time. Now he looked like a wuss, a 40 year old man with fat all over his belly, arms and a chest that were full of fat and a tiny little cock that was shriveled up as he looked at my image in the mirror. I was an inch taller than him. I was 175 pounds of solid muscle with a 45-1/2 inch chest and a 29 inch waist. I was 15 pounds heavier than my fat dad and I had absolutely no fat on my shredded, muscular body. And my big cock was huge, 10 inches of thick beef, way bigger than my dad’s cock had ever been. Like my muscles, my cock was real thick and hard, 10 inches of a big thick steel pipe ready to fuck anything it wanted. My balls were huge, making tons of testosterone that surged through my body.

“I used to be so afraid of you, dad. When you took me into your study to beat me, I looked at your big adult body and wanted to cry before you even hit me. You were so big, so strong, so aggressive. And now look at us. You’re pathetic. You’re weak. I have more muscle in one arm than you’ve got in your whole body.” I flexed my 16-1/2 inch arm in front of my dad’s chest and the muscle bulged to enormous proportions. He looked at the muscle and cringed. “And every time you beat me, your cock got really hard. You really got off on beating your son, didn’t you dad. Your cock got hard and then you went and jerked off in your bedroom while I was crying in your study. Yeah, that was a lot of fun I bet. Well, look at my cock. Look how big and hard it is. I’m all turned on now. I’m horny as hell thinking about wrestling you. I’m thinking about how I’m gonna twist your arms, crush your chest in a leg lock, crush your little pencil neck, push you around and smash you. Yeah, I’m getting really turned on, just like you used to get turned on.”

I stroked my cock as I looked at my quivering dad in the mirror. “I want you to fight, dad. Hit me as hard as you can. It’s wrestling, but it’s MMA wrestling so you can hit all you want. The only rules are no hitting in the face and no hitting in the crotch. So go ahead and hit. You can take out all your frustrations by hitting me. I bet you’re real frustrated having a son who’s 10 times stronger than you are and who dominates you like you’re a little boy. I’m the man and you’re the little boy. So go ahead and hit. But I don’t think my hard muscles will even feel your little punches.”

I wasn’t going to hit my dad. If I hit him I’d break his bones. I’d send him to the hospital. I was so strong his body would be like mush to my big fists. I was going to wrestle him. And I was really looking forward to it.

I grabbed dad’s arm and dragged him out to the wrestling mat. “Ready. Go!” I yelled. Dad had his fists in the air. I thought I’d let him take a few punches. So I kept my hands at my sides and just stood there. My pecs were red hot and pumped and flexing from the bag punching they had just done and my abs were naturally flexed. They were always flexed.

Dad reached back and hit my pec as hard as he could. The muscle was so hard he almost broke the bones in his hand. “Fuck,” he yelled as he grabbed his hand.

I laughed. “I couldn’t even feel that. You gotta punch harder than that. After all. You’re an adult. I’m just a kid. Punch harder!”

He got an evil look in his eyes and smashed his fist into my abs. They were so hard he pulled back in pain. My abs were like bricks.

“Not even close. That felt like a punch from mom. It’s hard to believe I was afraid of you once.” He was enraged. He started hitting me all over my body while I just stood there grinning. The more I grinned the more he hit. He hit my arms, my back, my legs, my shoulders, my chest and of course my abs. He even hit my thick muscular neck. It felt like butterflies were landing on my hard muscles. Finally I grabbed his legs and threw him down to the mat.

“Was that fun, dad? It felt like there were little insects landing on my skin. My muscles are way too hard for your little punches. And my muscles are real strong too. They love to wrestle.” I grabbed his arm and spun him around so he was on his stomach. I twisted his arm up until he started yelling in pain. “Yeah, my arms are real strong,” I said as I twisted his arm up further. He was yelling. “I wonder if that hurts more than a hard beating with your paddle. You think it hurts more, dad? You think having your arm almost twisted off your body hurts more? I could snap your arm right off your body. I’m only using a quarter of my strength. I could break your ligaments and tendons no sweat. Then I could just pull your arm right off your body, sort of like I’m doing a heavy rowing motion.” I twisted a little more and then I pulled his arm out, like I was going to pull it off. He moaned in total pain.

I flipped him around again and started playing with him, twisting his arms and legs, wrapping my arm around his neck, and spinning him around like he was a little rag doll. This is what I did with Justin. But I was a lot more forceful with my dad. I never hurt Justin but I was hurting my dad. Every minute that went by he hurt more and more. Then I wrapped my legs around his chest. I locked my ankles together and I started squeezing. Instantly all the air was crushed out of his lungs. “My legs are so strong. You feel all that muscle, dad? You feel how hard it is? You feel how strong it is? Your little rib bones are nothing to that muscle. That muscle could crush all your ribs and it wouldn’t even be working hard. Those legs can squat with 400 pounds and leg press 700. There’s 25 inches of solid muscle in each leg, solid crushing muscle.” I squeezed harder and saliva started dripping out of his mouth. His face was getting red. Soon he would pass out. I gave him a final squeeze and then let go. “That was fun,” I said as I spun him around. “Here, pin me. Let’s see the big strong daddy pin his little 14 year old son.”

I laid down and let my dad get on top of me. He pinned my arms to the mat and looked down at my handsome face and hazel eyes. I grinned at him and moved my arms around. There was no way he could control my muscular arms. He looked terrible. Even though he was pinning me, he had fear in his eyes. He knew I was way too strong for his pin to last. Then I lifted my arms up in the air, lifting him up too. It was like I was doing a flye exercise with my dad as the weight. And he was very light to my big muscles. I lifted him up. “Party’s over,” I said as I twisted him around and smashed his hands down to the mat pinning him easily. I then fell onto his body, my big 175 pounds of muscle completely covering him while I held his hands. He could feel my big pecs on his chest and he could smell the sweat pouring out of my armpits. My sweat rubbed off on his skin. “You like feeling your big son’s muscles, dad. You like feeling how big and hard they are?” My cock was rock hard and was right on his stomach. I thrust my hips a couple of times and my cock buried itself into his fatty stomach. “How’s it feel to be totally dominated by your son, to have your son’s muscular body on top of you, pinning you down with his strong muscles and fucking your stomach with his huge cock?”

I thrust my hips up and down, fucking my dad’s gut while he lay there looking at my muscles in total fear. I loved dominating this man who had been so mean to me. I was totally turned on and my thrusts became harder and faster. I was thrusting my cock up and down my dad’s gut and I was so sweaty that there was enough lubricant to really make this a sensual fuck. My cock was completely aroused and I fucked harder and harder. And my cock was a lot harder than his body. It was hurting him. My dad was groaning in pain because I was so heavy and hard and I was pounding his body with my hard muscles and hard cock. Finally my cock exploded. I sat up and splashed spurt after spurt of cum onto my dad’s face. I must have cum for over a minute. It was one of the most erotic fucks I had ever had, fucking my own dad’s stomach and covering his face with my cum. When I was done cumming, I fell back onto my dad, covering him with my muscles and rolling my still sensuous cock all over his stomach. Finally I pulled myself away and said, “We’ll have to wrestle again. That was a lot of fun. Next time you’re gonna give me a blow job.” I stood over him and held my still hard cock, dripping the final drops of cum on his face.

Well, now I’m 15-1/2 years old and I’m a sophomore in school. I’m 6’3” tall and I weigh 240 pounds. I’m the biggest, strongest kid in the whole school. My arms are 21 inches, my chest is 52 inches and my thighs are 30 inches. I’ve only gained one inch on my waist, which is now 30 inches, the same as my thighs. I still have absolutely no fat on my body. My calves are 22 inches and my neck is 20 inches around. It’s as big as my head, thick with muscle. But I’ve got huge muscle bellies and I’m definitely on track to being 6’ 5” tall and 290 pounds by the time I graduate. I’m going to be bigger than that huge dude who installed my gym. I can bench 650 and squat with 800 pounds. And I can overhead press 375 and curl 300. I’m extremely strong and I know I’m going to get stronger as I put on more muscle. I had to buy even more plates for my gym because I can do leg presses with 1,300 pounds. I now have a black belt and am the best fighter in the gym. Nobody can come close to me because I’m so big and strong and have fantastic fighting moves.

Near the end of my 9th grade year, the football coach came up to me and pleaded with me to join the team. I was so focused on lifting that I wasn’t sure I wanted to play football. But he pleaded. He said I’d be the best player on the team. So I made him a deal. I would play if Justin could be the manager of the team. He would love being around all the football jocks. And I had to be able to keep my own lifting program and keep eating big. I wanted to gain muscle even during the football season. The coach said yes. Justin is ecstatic. He loves muscle. He not only got to see my muscles every day, he got to see all the muscle of the football players. He was drooling. I was the star football player on the team. My playing weight was 220 and I was 6’ 2” tall. That’s exactly the weight I was hoping to be when I started 10th grade and I was twice as strong as any other player on the team. I was a running back and made all state as a sophomore, which is unheard of. I was so big and strong I just mowed down the opposing players. Those kids were nothing to my big muscles. I have all the colleges recruiting me, so I know I’ll have a full football scholarship at college. I still have a 4.0 GPA so I’m going to pick a great school.

Well, as I said, I’m now 15-1/2 years old and I just got my drivers learners permit. I can now drive if there is an adult in the car. So this afternoon, I’m going to the Porsche dealer with my dad. He’s buying me a Porsche. I’m getting a red 911 Carrera 4S Cabriolet. It’s a fantastic car with the biggest Porsche engine. It’s a convertible, so I can ride around town without a shirt on, taking in the sun and hanging my big arm out the window. For the next six months I’ll have to have my mom or dad in the car with me. But after that its just me and my friends. It will be so fun driving around with no shirt on and hanging my huge arm out the window, with little Justin looking like a midget next to me with his little stick arms and his hand grabbing my big thigh. Oh yeah, the car’s expensive. It’s going to cost my dad about $135,000 and the insurance is going to be huge. But hey, he’s rich and he didn’t even think about talking back to 240 pounds of teen muscle.

THE END

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