O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

The Office Boy (mm ws musc oral anal)

by John D.

Part 1

I had worked at Wendel Advertising for four years and I was considered a star. I was 27 years old and openly gay. Being gay in advertising is perceived as a good thing, because people think you are more creative, are more artistic, more sensitive. I always thought that was a bunch of bullshit, but hey, if it helped me why complain? I wrote copy for TV and radio ads. We had about 20 employees in the agency, pretty much evenly divided between males and females. And I was the only gay there.

We always had an Office Boy, a young kid right out of high school, who wasn’t ready to go to college, or maybe didn’t want to, and was thinking of what he wanted to do in his life. Usually these kids lasted a year or so before they went away to college or found another better paying job. The Office Boy would do whatever we wanted him to do - find us supplies, bring in lunch, do the copying, bring packages to the post office, you name it. It was nice having a kid like this around because it let us do the important work that we did.

Our old Office Boy had just quit and the office manager, a woman in her 40’s, announced that she had just hired a new one. “This kid won’t have any trouble taking packages to the post office,” she said. “He’s bigger than any of you.” She looked at all of us guys. We were all short and thin. We all kind of looked like nerds, which I guess we were. “And he says he wants to go into advertising. He’s a real confident kind of kid. He knows he’s starting at the bottom but he’s got a lot of confidence in his own abilities. He thinks he’s going to climb right to the top. He’s starting right after lunch.”

We all laughed, thinking about how hard we had worked to get where we were. Here was this kid, who had just graduated from high school and hadn’t even gone to college, with all the confidence in the world. Oh to be young again.

We all had to go out and get our own lunch because we didn’t have an Office Boy yet. After we came back we were all sitting in our cubicles when the door opened and this huge young man walked in. I mean he was huge. He was about six feet two inches tall and I couldn’t even guess what he weighed. He was wearing a short sleeved dress shirt and a tie. His neck was so huge that he couldn’t button the collar of his shirt. It looked like his neck was a couple inches bigger than his collar. His upper arms completely filled the sleeves of his shirt. It looked like if he flexed his biceps, his muscles would bust through the fabric. His forearms were gigantic, huge snakes of bulging muscle covered with veins. His chest pushed out with huge bulges of pec muscle, straining the fabric of the shirt, and his lats flared out in the back, again straining the fabric. The shirt was definitely too small for him. It looked like the buttons would burst if he took a deep breath.

He had black hair, cut short, and ice blue eyes. His face looked young, but it looked mature at the same time. He could have easily been 26 like me instead of the 18 years old that he was. His waist was fairly small and his hips were narrow for the huge size of his chest and I could see his big legs straining at the fabric of his trousers. Again, it looked like if he flexed those huge quad muscles, they would burst through the fabric.

The office manager looked at him and smiled at what she saw. Everyone was looking at the new Office Boy. “People, this is Alex, our new Office Boy. Alex just graduated from high school. He told me he’s been lifting weights for the last couple of years and he’s really put on a lot of muscle.”

Alex grinned. “Yeah, this shirt’s already too small for me. And I just bought it six months ago. I need bigger clothes. I’m already at 240 and I know I’m gonna get even bigger.”

My mouth dropped open and my cock was rock hard as I gazed at Alex’s body and listened to our new Office Boy speak. All the girls giggled. They couldn’t takes their eyes off of him. And the straight guys were looking at him too. Alex was obviously much more of a man than they were. And he was just the Office Boy.

After the introduction, we all got back to work. Or at least tried to get back to work. I just kept thinking about Alex and my cock kept being rock hard. And I kept peeking at Alex. Alex walked around and introduced himself to the people. He did seem very confident and he seemed to remember everyone’s name. When he got to me, I stood up and was amazed at how tall he was. He held out his huge hand and I grabbed it with my puny little hand. And we shook. Alex’s grip was very firm. I’m sure he could have crushed my hand if he had wanted to. We introduced ourselves and Alex looked around my cubicle. I had posted a few pictures of young muscular men whom I salivated over. Alex looked at the pictures and then looked me in the eye with kind of a stern look.

“Are you gay, John?,” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, not thinking this was a big deal.

“I got a better body than those little punks. I’m stronger too.” He said this like he was just reciting a couple of facts. He looked down and saw my bulging cock. “I don’t like gay guys. They’re always trying to hit on me, but I put ‘em where they belong. Down in the gutter with the other trash.”

I started trembling. “I won’t hit on you Alex. I promise.”

Alex smiled slightly. “Okay, faggot boy. You better be a good faggot boy or you’ll regret it.” He flexed his arm and his bicep ripped through his sleeve. “God, my muscles have gotten so fuckin’ huge. So huge and so strong,” he said as he saw me looking at his bicep. “You better not piss off these muscles, faggot boy.”

I trembled even harder. “Oh no. Oh no. I won’t piss off your muscles.” He smiled and then he left my cubicle.

All of a sudden I realized I wasn’t Alex’s boss. He was my boss. It had all happened so quickly. And my cock was still rock hard. Alex strutted around the office doing chores for people. Every time he stopped by a woman’s cubicle, she kept him there a long time as she looked at his muscles. A couple of girls were braver and felt his arm as Alex flexed it proudly. They looked into his sky blue eyes and I knew they wanted to kiss him. I could see they were all hot for Alex. The straight guys tried to treat Alex like any other Office Boy, but even they were mesmerized by Alex’s body. Every one of them wished they had a body like Alex’s but none of them did. They asked Alex how much he could bench – 500 pounds – and how much he could squat – 700 pounds. One guy asked how big his arms were and I heard Alex say “20 inches cold. But when I pump ‘em up real good, they go all the way up to 21-1/2. They really get big when I pump ‘em.” I thought I saw some cocks getting hard in the straight guys’ crotches.

Alex kept coming around to my cubicle and smirking at me. He’d flex his arm and look at my bulging crotch. He was teasing me. When the day was almost over, he said “Gotta go work out these muscles. Gotta make ‘em even bigger. Gotta make ‘em even stronger. Bring in a case of Nitro-Tech Hardcore tomorrow fag boy. You can get it at a health food store. Lots of protein in that supp. I need to feed these big muscles when I’m here at work. And I’m a little low on funds.”

I looked at Alex’s blue eyes but I couldn’t speak. This was not a question, it was an order. “Uh, okay,” I stuttered.

“Good boy,” said Alex as he put his huge hand on my little shoulder.

I beat off three times that night thinking of Alex. Just as he ordered, I bought a case of Nitro-Tech Hardcore. Yeah, it set me back a lot, but what could I do? I didn’t want to piss off Alex’s muscles.

The next day Alex showed up wearing a tight polo shirt. He had realized that we dressed “office casual” so the tie wasn’t necessary. The shirt was small on him and his huge delts, pecs and lats stretched the fabric. I guess he didn’t have any shirts that were big enough for his big muscles. And he was wearing shorts, because he said he didn’t have any pants that would fit over his huge thighs. The office manager said that was okay because it was summer and he was just the Office Boy. I gawked at his quads, which were enormous, and his huge calves that were bigger than my thighs. He came over to my cubicle and saw the big case of Nitro-Tech Hardcore.

“I had a big breakfast but I’m already hungry,” he said as he grabbed a can and gulped it down. “Oh yeah, I brought something for you faggot boy.” He reached inside his backpack and pulled out a picture. A picture of himself standing at the beach in shorts, slightly flexing his lats, pecs and abs. He looked at the camera with his gorgeous face, his sky blue eyes, his strong jaw, his square chin. His body was fantastic, with big shredded muscles in all the right places and a big bulge showing in his crotch. God he looked fantastic, like a muscular male model. “This oughtta make you cum a couple of times,” he said as he pinned up the picture on my cubicle wall next to my other muscle guy pics. Alex looked way bigger and more muscular than the other guys there. My eyes bulged out as I saw his muscles in the picture. I was not going to cum a couple of times. I was going to cum a hundred times. “Bigger and stronger,” he said as he compared his picture to the other guys.

Alex went around looking for things to do, but it was clear that a lot of the men were intimidated by him and did the stuff themselves. His physical presence was so awesome. The girls gave him things to do and then followed him around as he did them. They wanted to be near him as much as they could. When he had finished doing what they asked, he grabbed a chair and came over to my cubicle. He grabbed another Nitro-Tech Hardcore and gulped it down.

“Show me what you do,” he said, again not asking but telling me. “Well, it’s pretty complicated, Alex. I’m not sure you’d understand.” He looked at me with a sneer and pushed me off to the side with one big sweep of his huge arm.

“You think I’m dumb, don’t you faggot boy. You think just because I’m big that I’m dumb. Well I’m not dumb. I got a four point average in high school. I scored real high in the SAT. I didn’t want to go to college right now ‘cause I wanna get big. Way bigger than I am now. I wanna get huge. So I’m workin’ out at night to get big and workin’ here during the day to earn some money to pay for all my supplements. All my money goes into food and supplements.” I looked at the case of Nitro-Tech Hardcore and realized that now Alex had me getting him even more supplements.

Alex pushed himself right beside me in front of the computer. His shoulders were twice as wide as mine, so he took about 3/4 of the space and I took 1/4. He pushed his huge muscular shoulders into me. His shoulders were way taller than my shoulders, so all that muscle was right next to my neck. His thick wide lats were pressing into my shoulders and I could feel all that solid muscle pressing into my skinny bone. His huge thighs were right next to my skinny twig like legs. I looked down and saw all that muscle and almost fainted. I was overcome by Alex’s physical presence.

My cock was rock hard and I knew Alex could see it. He reached down, grabbed my hard cock and squeezed it with his huge hand. I gasped and almost came right there. Then he let go and looked at me with his sky blue eyes. “I’m real good with computers, so show me what you do, faggot boy.”

I pushed myself next to Alex, pushing against his big hard muscles, and put my hands on the keyboard. I pulled up a screen showing the idea for a television commercial for a local automobile dealership. It was my job to write the script for the commercial, a script which would appeal to young people with bad credit who needed a new or used car. I showed Alex what I had already written. He read the partial script carefully. I was surprised at his attention to the screen. “This is what I do. I think and I write. It’s a lot different from doing well in school or lifting weights. You have to be real creative.”

Alex looked at the screen some more and then looked at me. “Fuck, this looks easy,” he said.

He moved his huge forearms and hands up to the table next to my little forearms and hands. I looked down and couldn’t believe the size of Alex’s forearms right next to my reed like arms. They were enormous, with huge muscles covered with veins. His wrists were twice the size of my wrists and his hands were huge and muscular, with thick fingers that were easily twice as big as my fingers. His skin was very young looking and it was tan. I couldn’t take my eyes off his forearms to look at the computer screen. “I’m gonna write the next scene,” he said as he shoved my little arms out of the way with a solid push from his big right forearm. Again, this was an order, not a request. He started typing. He was a very fast typist and in less than five minutes he had written the whole next scene. He stopped and turned to me. “Well, whaddya think, faggot boy?” I read what he had written and, without thinking, I grabbed his huge right forearm. He kind of flinched, but he let me touch his huge muscles.

“That’s very good, Alex,” I said as I felt his incredibly hard flesh. “I think you’re going to do very well in advertising.”

Alex smiled with the confidence of a total stud. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna do real well.” Then he flexed his forearm for me and I marveled at how big and hard his muscles were. I had never felt muscles like that in my life. I almost came in my pants. Alex got up and said, “I’ll be back, faggot boy.” I read again what Alex had written, and it looked like a scene written by someone with years of experience in advertising. It was good. Really good.

Alex went around and did more Office Boy chores for the others in the office. Then it was time for lunch. Alex took orders from all the people who wanted to eat in the office. It turned out everyone wanted to eat in the office because Alex was going to be there too. Alex had what I can only describe as a magnetic personality. He was confident. He was bold. His bold, confident personality fit in very well with his huge muscular body. People wanted to be with Alex. They wanted Alex to like them. Alex was magnetic.

As he was taking orders, Alex told people that he didn’t have any money for lunch. He was broke until he got his first paycheck. So everyone said that Alex could have half of their lunches, if he wanted it. Alex beamed like a kid who had five dollars in a candy store. He was being offered half of 20 people’s lunches. He thanked everybody and said he was only going to eat the protein and a little bit of carbs and fat. I gulped as I realized he was going to eat the protein of 10 lunches.

Alex went out and got the lunches and brought them into the conference room. We got our lunches and sat down to eat. I wanted to see Alex eat. I wanted to see Alex feed his huge muscles. People started handing Alex food - half of a roast beef sandwich, half of a tuna sandwich, some chicken salad. The food kept coming. Alex took each portion and wolfed it down in just three or four bites. It was amazing how quickly he could eat. He ate a half of chicken sandwich in ten seconds. He also drank lots of water as he ate. When he finished, he pulled up his polo shirt and patted his washboard abs. Even though he had eaten ten lunches, his abs didn’t look big or bloated. They were shredded and rock hard. “Feels good to eat. Feels good to have a full stomach. I know I’m gonna put on more muscle with all that food.” Everybody smiled and several of the men gave Alex high fives and felt his huge arm. Some of the women felt his arm too. Everyone wanted to feel Alex’s muscles. My cock was harder than it had ever been.

During the afternoon, Alex came by my cubicle, grabbed a Nitro-Tech Hardcore and gulped it down. Then he pulled me off my chair and then looked at what I had been doing on my computer screen. He could see that I hadn’t changed his scene at all and I was in the middle of another scene. I stood behind Alex and couldn’t believe how wide his shoulders were as he sat in my chair. My shoulders didn’t even go to the edges of the seat back. Alex’s shoulders were each six inches wider than the seat back. I wanted to touch those shoulders. I wanted to feel Alex’s muscles. But I didn’t dare.

Alex said, “I’m gonna finish this scene, faggot boy” and he started typing. He finished the scene in five minutes. It was good. Real good.

“You do very good work, Alex,” I said. “It’s hard to believe you just graduated from high school.”

Alex stood up and faced me. He was a half foot taller than me and outweighed me by 100 pounds. He looked down at me with his sky blue eyes and whispered, “Listen, faggot boy. I may be young, but I’m big and I’m smart. I’m way bigger and way smarter than you, you fuckin’ little bitch. Now listen up. I’m too big for my clothes and I’m gettin’ even bigger. So I need some new clothes. You’re gonna meet me after my workout tonight and you’re gonna buy me some new clothes. Here’s the address of the gym. You meet me there at seven o’clock.”

Again, this was an order, not a request. He handed me a note with an address on it. I took the note and looked at Alex and nodded my head. Alex finished his work for the other people and left at 5:00 for his workout. Just before he left, he grabbed another Nitro-Tech Hardcore and gulped it down. In one eight hour office day, he ate ten lunches and drank four Nitro-Tech Hardcore’s. And that was after a big breakfast with more food coming in the evening. God that boy could eat.

 

Part 2

I really couldn’t work the rest of the day. All I could do was think of Alex. And with his picture staring at me in my cubicle I was hard the whole time. I wanted to beat off right there, looking at Alex’s picture, but I couldn’t do it because people were walking by the whole time. I left at 5:05, right after Alex, and immediately beat off in my car. Alex made me hornier than I had ever been in my life.

I couldn’t wait until 7:00 to go to the gym. I went there early, at six o’clock, to see if I could see Alex working out. The gym had a couple of large windows in the front, so people in the street could see the bodybuilders working out inside. I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I stood behind a parked car and looked inside the gym. There were quite a few guys in their 20s and 30s who looked like business people like me, trying to get bigger and buffer but except in a couple of rare cases failing miserably. Then there were several big guys, guys who were obviously bodybuilders, who were spotting each other and lifting much bigger weights. And then I saw Alex. He was wearing a white wife beater and some green nylon workout shorts. He was sitting on a bench and he was doing alternate dumbbell presses with dumbbells that were bigger than any of the dumbbells the other big guys were using. As he was lifting the weights, I counted the plates on one side of a dumbbell. There were eight plates. So each dumbbell had 16 plates of iron. I guessed that each plate weighed 10 pounds, so Alex was pressing up over 160 pounds with each arm. Because of the bar, that dumbell must have weighed 170 pounds. He did eight reps and dropped the heavy weights to the mat. Even outside I could hear the thud. He got up off the bench and looked at his delts in the mirror, flexing them and looking at the bulging muscle.

He went put the 160’s back and grabbed the next biggest weights, probably 180’s I guessed. There was another bodybuilder as his spotter, a huge fat guy who looked to be about 35 years old. The spotter picked up the weights and handed them to Alex. Then Alex cranked the huge pieces of iron up and down for four reps, with the spotter helping him for his last set. He did this one more time, this time for three reps. By now, Alex’s shoulders were literally bulging with muscle, with each fiber twitching and bulging with every move of his huge arms. Then he did some lateral side raises and lateral front raises using big dumbbells, weights that I could hardly lift off the ground. He finally used the pulleys for his rear deltoids, again using heavy weights. Alex’s shoulders were gigantic. His skin on his shoulders, chest and arms was red from all the blood surging through his muscles and veins were popping out everywhere. It was 6:45 and he headed for the shower.

I now stood in front of the gym door. At 7:05 Alex pushed open the door and came out onto the sidewalk. He looked so vigorous, so masculine, so stunning. He was back in his tight polo shirt and shorts. His skin looked radiant, fresh from his shower and still pumped from his hard workout. His shoulders looked bigger under this polo shirt, bigger because they were all full of muscle building blood. Alex looked at my admiring eyes and smiled. “I worked shoulders today. They’re gettin’ really huge.” He pulled up the sleeve on his polo shirt and flexed his right deltoid right in my face. ‘That fuckin’ muscle can press 180 pounds. Last week it could only do 170, but now it’s bigger and stronger. Every week it gets bigger and stronger. I’m the strongest guy in that whole fuckin’ gym.” I looked at Alex’s delt muscle and trembled. “Can I touch it Alex? Can I touch your muscle?” Alex looked at my trembling hands and the plaintiff look in my eyes. “Well, okay, faggot boy. I’ll let you touch it just this one time.” I moved my trembling hand up and touched Alex’s huge delt muscle. It was real hot and there was a little sweat on it. Alex was still sweating from his hard workout. I pressed in on the muscle and rubbed my hands around it, feeling the hard steel-like fibers of muscle. The muscle was so thick. It was so hard. I was ready to cum right then. After I ran my hand over his huge muscle for as long as I dared, I said, “Thank you Alex. You’re awesome.” Alex looked at me and said “Yeah, I know. Gimme three bucks.” Without even questioning him, I handed over three dollar bills. Alex went back into the gym and then came out with a Nitro-Tech Hardcore, glugging it down. That boy was always hungry.

He put his big hand on my shoulder. “Let’s go get some new clothes, faggot boy. We gotta go to the Big and Tall Men’s Store, because none of the regular stores have clothes that are big enough for me. I outgrew those stores a year ago, when I was only 17.” So we drove to the Big and Tall Men’s Store. As soon as we walked in, one of the clerks looked at Alex and said “Oh my god, Alex. You’re even bigger. Every time you come in here you’re bigger. You just keep putting on muscle.” Alex grinned. “Yeah, my muscles just won’t stop growing. I bet I’ll put on another 30 pounds by the end of the summer. I’m workin’ at a place where they give me lots of food. All the people give me half of their lunches. Plus this little faggot boy here is buyin’ me supplements. I’m gonna really work out heavy and pig out this summer. I’m gonna grow huge.”

Alex turned to me. “Okay, faggot boy. You little fags are supposed to know a lot about fashion. I’ve seen Queer Eye for the Straight Guy a couple of times, and those little fags try to make the straight guy look better. So pick out some clothes for me. But don’t pick any fag clothes. I want man clothes. Pick out some clothes that make me look real good.” I was about to say that Alex would look good in any clothes, even in rags, or even better with no clothes. But I bit my tongue. The clerk came up and said “Let me measure you Alex. You’re one of the biggest young men I’ve ever seen. We get a lot of fat guys, but you’re not fat. You’re just very big and muscular.” Alex looked at the clerk and pulled up his shirt, showing his washboard abs. “I don’t have any fat on my whole body. I’m solid muscle. All muscle and no fat.” The clerk’s eyes bulged as he saw Alex’s shredded waist. He wrapped the tape around his waist and said “33 inches. “God you have a small waist, Alex. Most guys with chests as big as yours have 40 inch waists. Let’s measure your shoulders and chest. Oh my god, your chest is 52 inches and your shoulders are 62 inches. You’re huge!” Alex smiled. “Yeah. And I’m gonna get even bigger. I’m gonna bust through the clothes I’m buying today.”

Then the clerk measured Alex’s neck. “I’m not sure we have dress shirts that are big enough for you, Alex. Your neck measures 21 inches. Twenty one inches and it feels like it’s all muscle.” Alex grinned. His neck had really gotten big, just like the rest of his muscles. “I like a big neck. It makes you look like a real man. I hate seeing those bodybuilders with big arms and chests and scrawny little necks. I like big manly necks. And I really got one. My big neck is solid muscle.” The clerk nodded his head as he looked at Alex’s handsome face, his blue eyes and his thick neck. “Let’s measure your thighs. It might be hard to fit pants on you.” He measured Alex’s thighs. “Jesus Christ, Alex. Your thighs are the same size as your waist, 33 inches. I never saw a guy whose thighs were as big as his waist.” Alex flexed his thighs in his shorts. I almost came as I looked at the huge muscles. “Big and strong,” he said as he looked at his legs. The clerk said, “We gonna have to put you in pants with a 40 inch waist. They’re the only pants that will have legs big enough for your huge muscles. Then we’ll bring in the waist and the inseam so they’ll fit good over your small waist and narrow hips and your round muscular butt.”

Alex looked at me. “Pick out some clothes faggot.” So I walked around with Alex picking out some clothes. I picked four dress shirts – luckily they did have a few huge ones that would hold a 21 inch neck, 62 inch shoulders and a 52 inch chest. Two of the shirts were long sleeved and the other two were short sleeved. I guess I was being a little selfish in picking some short sleeved shirts, but I wanted to see Alex’s arms as much as I could. And Alex seemed to like the short sleeves too. His huge upper arms filled out the whole sleeve. Then I picked some polo shirts and three pairs of pants, size 40 waist. Alex tried on all of the clothes. I had wished I could have been in the changing room watching him change, but at least I got to see him as he came out and looked at himself in the mirror. Except for one of the shirts, he liked all the clothes I picked. The tailor measured the pants for tailoring and said to come back after dinner. He would do the tailoring right then. I could tell he wanted to see how Alex looked in his tailored pants.

We went to the cash register. “The faggot’s paying for the clothes,” said Alex to the clerk. “He wants me to look real good.” I bit my tongue again. Alex told me I was paying for the clothes. I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Alex told me and there I was buying him clothes. Like I said, he has a magnetic personality. I handed over my credit card and signed the charge slip for over $1,000 worth of huge new clothes for Alex.

As we were walking out, Alex said, “You wanna feel another muscle, faggot? You bought me the clothes so I figure you get to feel another muscle. Which muscle do you want to feel?” My cock got immediately hard. I looked at Alex’s body and the bulge in his crotch but I knew I would be dead if I said his cock. I had gasped inside the store as I saw his washboard abs, so I said “Your abs. I wanna feel your abs.” Alex smiled and pulled up his shirt. “They’re like fucking bricks. I don’t have any fat and they’re hard as bricks.” I rubbed my fingers over Alex’s abs, feeling the hard brick-like muscles and the deep crevices. I pinched his skin and felt how thin it was, like two pieces of paper. “Your skin is so thin. It’s like cellophane. I can feel the fibers in your muscles. They’re so hard.” Alex kind of grinned as I worshipped his muscles. My cock was rock hard as I felt in incredible hardness of Alex’s abs. I ran my fingers up and down his abs and then I saw his huge pec sticking out, just above my hand. I reached up and ran my fingers over that huge bulging muscle.

All of a sudden Alex slapped me across the face, knocking me to the ground. My face stung from the force of his hard slap. “You only get one muscle, faggot boy. You only get to touch my muscles when I tell you to. I let you touch my abs, not my pecs. If you touch my muscles without my permission, I’m gonna slap you to the ground. I’m gonna slap you into the gutter when you belong.” I looked up at Alex with tears rolling down my cheeks. “I’m sorry, Alex. I won’t do it again. I’ll wait for you to tell me before I touch your muscles.”

Alex reached down grabbed my armpit and easily lifted me to my feet. “Okay. That’s better, faggot boy. I’m hungry. I want some steaks. Take me to dinner at the steakhouse. I’m real hungry and I’m ready for a couple of beers too.” I looked at Alex and said, “Okay Alex. But I think you’re too young to have any beer. You’re not 21.” Alex laughed. “They stopped carding me when I was 16. I’m so big and so muscular all the waitresses just assume I’m 25. And look at my face. Look at my beard. I’ve been shaving every day since I was 12.” I looked at Alex’s face. His skin and blue eyes looked very young, but he did have black stubble all over his strong jaw. It was really hard to tell he was only 18. And with his huge body I could see why everyone thought he was older.

When we sat down at the restaurant, we both ordered beers. The waitress looked at me and then at Alex. Then she asked for my ID. I get carded all the time because I’ve always looked very young, but it was really embarrassing for me at age 27 to get carded and for 18 year old Alex to get served with no questions asked. When the waitress left, Alex said, “That’s the kind of treatment you get when you’re a man. You little faggots don’t deserve that kind of treatment.” The waitress came back with our beers. Alex drank down his whole glass in three glugs and ordered another beer. Then he ordered four New York steaks with baked potatoes and salad. He was going to eat four steaks, over four pounds of meat. And after what I saw him eat at lunch, I knew he would do it. I ordered a hamburger and some fries.

The food arrived and Alex was already done with his second beer. So he ordered another beer. He started eating his steaks, ruthlessly cutting big pieces of meat and chewing them rapidly in his mouth. He also ate the baked potatoes – no butter, just salt and pepper – and the salads. He had finished two big steak dinners before I was one quarter finished with my hamburger. I admit I was eating slowly. I was staring at Alex’s face, his strong jaw and the big muscles powering his bright white teeth up and down, chewing up the food like an efficient eating machine. I was looking at his blue eyes, his black hair and his handsome face. And I was looking at his huge arms as they cut the steaks and fed his muscles. And he kept drinking the beer.

When Alex started his fourth dinner, he ordered his fifth beer. He started talking more, talking about getting big, working out, stuff he had done in high school. I was mesmerized listening to Alex talk. His high school life had been so much different than mine. Alex was the big jock. He played football and he wrestled. He had girls calling him all the time. He fucked over 50 girls in high school. He could fuck any girl he wanted. Plus he was a good student. He was the perfect boy. He was what every man wants his son to be.

He looked over at me and said, “I’m so fuckin’ horny. I haven’t fucked a girl in a week. I broke up with my last girlfriend ‘cause she didn’t want me to get bigger. Fuck that. I wanna get as big as I can. I wanna get huge. I wanna weigh 300 pounds, 300 pounds of fucking muscle. So I told her to go fuck herself. She started crying but I didn’t give a shit. I wanna get huge.” His words were becoming slurred. The beer was getting to him. He pulled up his sleeve and flexed his arm. I gulped as I saw his huge muscles. “You like big muscles, don’t you faggot boy? You like muscles that are really huge.” I nodded my head as my eyes were fixated on Alex’s bulging arm. Then he put down his arm and moved his hand down to his crotch. “I hear you faggots are real good at giving head. I hear your blow jobs are way better than a girls.” He stared at me as he rubbed his cock. “Well, I’ve heard that too,” I said. “But I don’t have any personal experience to know if it’s true.”

Alex drank more his beer. “I’ve gotten blown hundreds of times by girls. Now you’re gonna blow me, faggot boy. I’m gonna see if you’re better than a girl. I got a big cock. Ten inches long and real thick. I’m gonna fuck your face so fuckin’ hard. I’m gonna jam my huge cock down your little faggot throat. I’m gonna see if you’re a better cocksucker than a girl.”

I gulped. My cock got even harder than it had been. What I had been dreaming about was going to come true! “I know I’m a better cocksucker,” I said confidently, looking at Alex’s beautiful blue eyes. Alex grinned and wolfed down the rest of his fourth steak dinner and the rest of his beer. “Great dinner,” he said as he rubbed his stomach. “I’m gonna put on a ton of muscle.” I paid the bill and we walked to my car. Alex was stumbling a bit. I grabbed his huge arm so he wouldn’t fall over. He looked at me and then flexed his muscle. He was going to let me feel his huge arm as we walked. God I loved walking right next to this big drunk bodybuilder, holding his gigantic arm and feeling his huge flexing muscles. I felt like I was on Cloud 9. “We have to pick up your pants first,” I said. I looked down and saw a huge cock pushing up under Alex’s shorts. It was enormous. He really was very horny. He was hard and he was horny. “You run in and get ‘em. I’m too horny to go back in there. I’ll try ‘em on tomorrow.” I nodded. I didn’t want to waste any time either. I could hardly wait to touch Alex’s body - or at least I hoped he would let me touch him. I could hardly wait to taste his cock.

I ran into the store and grabbed the pants. Then I ran back to the car and we headed to my apartment. We went up to my apartment and I locked the door. Alex gave me an evil look and said, “I gotta take a fuckin’ piss. Maybe I should piss on you, faggot. You like tasting piss? You like big huge guys pissing on your puny little body?” He reached down and pulled off his shorts. His big hard cock was pushing out of his boxers, standing up at a 45 degree angle.. I gasped as I saw the size of his huge cock. Then I looked at Alex’s huge thighs, thighs that were as big as his waist and full of solid muscle. My cock was rock hard. “I’ve never been pissed on,” I said honestly. “But......” Alex grabbed my clothes and ripped them off my body. “I’m gonna fuckin’ piss on your puny little body. I’m gonna piss all over your face. I used to piss on puny kids in the gym shower. Kind of like a dog. You piss on ‘em and then you own ‘em. I owned a lot of puny kids. They did whatever I said. Now I’m gonna own you, faggot.” He shredded my shirt and ripped off my pants like they were made of paper. Then he took off his own shirt and boxers and shoes. I quickly took off my shoes. We were now naked.

He pushed me in the bathroom and into the shower. Then he pushed me down on my knees and I looked up at his huge body. His muscles were radiant, bulging everywhere on his perfect young body. He grabbed his cock and aimed it at my face. I was overwhelmed, looking at Alex’s huge body and his big thick cock aimed at my face. “Piss on me, Alex. Piss on my puny little body. I wanna taste your huge man piss. I wanna feel your piss hitting my body. Your cock is as big as a fire hose. I know it will piss real hard.” He started to piss. The warm liquid gushed out of his cock in a hard stream. As it hit my face, the force of the water caved in my cheeks. Alex’s cock was gushing out a huge amount of piss, pumping out the piss in a hard warm stream. I tasted the piss. It was warm and, knowing that it came from Alex, it tasted good. Then he aimed the piss all over my body. He must have pissed for over a minute, emptying all that beer onto my body. “Feels good to piss,” said Alex. “Feels good to piss on a little faggot like you. Now I own you faggot. I’m just like a big pit bull. I pissed on you puny little poodle and now I own you.” When he finished, he said “Clean yourself up, faggot. I’m gonna fuck your little face.” He grabbed his cock which was now rock hard and he smacked it a couple of times across my face. His cock was solid and hard as a pipe. The big weapon really hurt my face. He left the shower. I turned it on and washed the piss off my body.

Then I walked out into my bedroom. Alex was standing there looking at me. I gulped as I saw his huge body. His shoulders were so big and wide and his waist and hips were so small and narrow. His whole torso was packed with muscle. His arms looked like huge hams. His legs were enormous and rippling with vein covered muscle. His shredded waist led to his gigantic cock. He sneered as I looked at him. “You’re lookin’ at a real man,” he said. “You’re not a man at all. You’re just a little fag. But I’m a real man.” He flexed his arms. “Check out the arms of a man, faggot. Look at my fuckin’ guns. I got more muscle in one arm than you’ve got in your whole faggot body.” Alex’s cock was rock hard as he talked about his body and my cock was the hardest it had ever been. Then he grabbed his cock. “I got the cock of a man too. Ten inches long and real thick. It’s as hard as steel.” He moved so he was standing right in front of me. “Get on your knees, faggot. Lick my balls. Suck my cock.” I got on my knees and looked up at Alex. “Can I touch your legs, Alex? I can suck your cock better if I touch your legs.” Alex looked down at my pitiful face. “Okay, You can touch my legs, faggot. But if you touch any other muscles, I’m gonna smash you.”

I started licking Alex’s balls, licking slowly and smelling the sweat from his black pubic hairs. I grabbed Alex’s huge calves and felt the bulging rock hard muscles with my dainty little fingers. I moved my hands up to his thighs, feeling his huge hamstring muscles and I grabbed his muscles harder. They were like rocks. I licked his balls more furiously and Alex started groaning with pleasure. His balls were the size of golf balls and I put them in my mouth and licked all around his huge manly testicles. My hands were now running up and down his legs feeling his huge muscles. I started groaning with pleasure too. Then I started licking his cock, licking up and down the huge ten inch weapon. Pretty soon I was licking and sucking, putting the cock into my mouth and licking and sucking it. Alex was groaning with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re better than a girl. Girls never did this!”

He started moving his hips, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I could smell the manly sweat from his pubic hair as he pushed further and further inside. Then he made a final push and forced his steel hard cock all the way down my throat into my esophagus. He grabbed the back of my head with his huge right hand. “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you, faggot!” he yelled. His started thrusting his cock in and out of my throat as he groaned with erotic pleasure. I could smell his sweat as he fucked me like I was his fuck toy. He fucked me for several minutes as I hung on to his huge legs and felt his throbbing muscles. Then he started groaning louder and his thrusts were more rapid. Finally he yelled “Yeah! Yeah!” and spurts of cum splashed out of his cock down into my mouth, throat and esophagus. He came for over a minute and must have spurted a half a cup of cum into my body. I came too. I had the best orgasm of my life. Finally he stopped cumming, but he left his hard cock in my throat as I breathed in his sweat. “Nice fuck,” he said as he moved his cock in and out of my throat, feeling the sensations of pleasure over his huge cock head. “I knew you faggots were good for something.”

Finally he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He put on his clothes and looked at pathetic little me still standing there naked looking at his huge body. “Put on your clothes and take me home, faggot. Oh yeah. I forgot to be polite. Thanks for the clothes, the dinner and the fuck, faggot. A real man like me deserves to be serviced by a little faggot like you.” I put on some clothes and drove Alex to his house. He grabbed his new clothes and said, “See ya tomorrow, faggot boy,” as he left the car.

 

Part 3

I went home and came three more times thinking of Alex. That had been the most expensive night of my life but it was worth every penny. The next morning I came to work and sat down in my cubicle. A few minutes later, Alex walked in the door and every head turned to look at him. He was wearing one of his new short sleeved dress shirts with a tie. The shirt fit him perfectly and he could button the collar around his huge neck. His arms filled out his sleeves with solid muscle. His new pants looked great, showing off his small waist and muscle butt. You could clearly see his huge cock under the pants. His bulge was enormous. The leg holes in his pants had barely enough room for his huge thighs. His clothes made him look so good. His face and blue eyes were drop dead gorgeous. He looked like a young executive. The stud executive on his way up. All the girls ran up to him. “Alex, you look great,” they yelled. “You bought some new clothes.” Alex smiled. “Yeah, I wanted to look good around here.” He stood there flexing his muscles slightly as the girls admired his new clothes and his body. He looked at me but did not mention that I had paid for his wardrobe. “You look fantastic,” said a girl as she looked into his eyes and almost drooled as she gazed at his huge arms, his slim waist, his round muscle butt and his bulge. Then she grabbed his arm and squeezed it and Alex flexed for her. The girls were literally swooning over Alex. After he was done showing off his clothes to the girls, he went around to the men, giving them high fives or hitting their fists with his fist. The men were looking enviously at Alex. I could tell all the men wanted to look like Alex, but they didn’t have the genes and didn’t have the muscles. They were puny little weak boys and Alex was the muscle stud. This was only Alex’s second day in the office, but the men were already looking up to him.

Finally, Alex came over to my cubicle and grabbed a Nitro-Tech Hardcore. He gulped it down in a few big swallows and flexed his arm in front of my face. I wanted to touch it, but I didn’t dare. “Gonna work my arms tonight, faggot boy. Gonna make ‘em even bigger, even stronger. I bet you’d like ‘em even bigger, even stronger, wouldn’t you faggot. How many times did you come last night after I left? Two times? Three times?” My face turned red. “Uh, three times Alex.” He laughed. “Yeah, I thought so. I bet that’s a record too. I bet you never came so many times in one night.” My face turned even redder. “Uh, yeah, it was a record. You really turn me on, Alex.” He looked at me with his big beautiful blue eyes and said, “I know.”

Alex went around doing his Office Boy chores. But he also stopped by people’s computers and asked them what they were doing. The girls always stopped what they were doing and spent a lot of time with Alex, showing him their job. Even the guys seemed to like having Alex in their cubicle and they showed him what they did too. At lunch, everyone gave half their food to Alex again and he drank three more Nitro-Tech Hardcore’s as he stopped by my cubicle to flex and tease me. I just couldn’t believe the amount of food that Alex ate. I needed to buy another case of Nitro-Tech Hardcore.

Near the end of the day, Alex stopped by my cubicle. “Like I told you last night, you faggots ought to be in the gutter but you are good for something. You have money, you love muscles and you’re a great cocksucker. So I’m going to do you a favor. I’m gonna let you watch my arm workout, I’m gonna let you buy me dinner, and I’m gonna let you suck my cock. And if you’re a real good faggot, I might even fuck your little ass. I decided that if I’m really going to get huge this summer, I need to work out hard and eat big. You’re gonna buy all my food and supplements. And since I won’t have any time to date girls, you’re gonna be my fuck toy. I’m gonna fuck you every night after my workouts. I always get real horny when I work out and I can fuck four or five times every night. Yeah, I’m gonna have a great summer learning the advertising business, gettin’ huge and fuckin the shit outta you.” H moved his huge crotch bulge right in front of my face. I gulped as I heard this and saw his semi-hard cock under his pants. It was like my ultimate sex dream coming true. I was going to watch Alex’s body grow even bigger and more muscular. I was going to be Alex’s sex toy. It was almost like I was dreaming. “Meet me at the gym a half hour after work,” said Alex as he left my cubicle. He wasn’t asking for a response from me. He knew I would do as he ordered.

He owned me. I knew he was using me. In high school, I couldn’t even talk to a muscle jock like Alex. They were at the very top of the social order and I was near the bottom. All I could do is look longingly at their muscular bodies from afar. I’d beat off at night thinking about the football jock walking down the hall towards me wearing a tight t-shirt. I’d think about his huge pecs, his big muscular arms, his firm round muscle ass, his jock-handsome face. I beat off lots of times like that. But now I was talking to Alex.. He was letting me feel his muscles once in awhile. He was going to let me watch him work out. He was going to let me suck his huge cock and he was going to fuck me. Yeah, he keeps telling me that gays like me (of course he doesn’t use the word gay; he uses faggot) should be in the gutter. But he was talking to me I could see his muscles up close. Sometimes I could feel his muscles. Yeah, I’d probably be almost bankrupt at the end of the summer after buying food and supplements for Alex. He could eat as much in a day as I ate in a week. But I loved it.

Just as Alex ordered, I met him at the gym. He had just changed into his workout clothes, his tight white wife beater and his workout shorts. I looked at his arms. They were huge. “Go sign in as a Guest,” he said. “It’ll cost you $10.” I signed in as a Guest. The young attendant at the reception desk looked at me funny, like what the hell is a weak little nerd like you doing in here. Alex came over and slapped him on the back. “This little faggot works at the same place I do. I’m gonna let him spot me today. He really likes big muscles and I’m gonna show him some big fuckin’ guns lifting some huge weights.” Alex flexed his gigantic right arm for the attendant. “Gettin’ huge, Alex, Gettin’ real huge,” said the young man, who probably had 15 inch arms himself. Those arms looked small compared to Alex’s 20 inchers. My 11 inch arms looked tiny compared to Alex’s huge guns. Then the attendant turned to me. “Better not get in a fight with him, wimp. He’s got the biggest muscles in here and he’s super strong. Better treat him real good.” Alex smiled. “Oh yeah. He’s treatin’ me real good. Faggots can be real useful sometimes.” He turned to me and flexed his arm in my face. “Let’s get to work, faggot.”

We went into the gym and I looked at all the equipment and the guys working out. There was no doubt that Alex was the biggest guy there. I felt so proud to be with him. “I’m doin’ kind of an unusual arm routine. I’m doin’ biceps and triceps on the same day. After my workout my arms get incredibly pumped. I’m gonna try to get ‘em over 22 inches pumped today. That’s like adding two inches of muscle from all the blood surging into the muscle and making it grow and bulge. Then when I eat lots of protein that muscle will grow even bigger. It’ll grow bigger and stronger. I’m gonna get huge.” I looked at his huge arms, kind of quivered in awe, and nodded my head.

We did biceps exercises, starting with barbell curls. For a warm up, Alex used and Olympic bar with two 45 pound plates, 135 pounds. I couldn’t even lift the bar off the floor and Alex was doing warm up curls with it. He cranked out 20 reps. “Piece of cake,” he said as he dropped the bar to the floor. Then we added two 25 pound plates, making the bar 185 pounds. “This is still a warm up,” he said. “My biceps are real strong.” He cranked out 15 reps and dropped the weight, which made a huge crash as it fell to the floor. “My biceps are gettin’ pumped,” he said as he flexed his arms in the mirror. I could see they were bigger. The fibers were bulging in a huge mass of vein covered muscle. Alex smiled as he saw his huge arms bulging with raw power. “Take off the 25’s and put on a 45,” ordered Alex. He was stretching his arms and flexing them. I had to load the bar. I struggled with the heavy 45 pound plates. I managed to load one plate very slowly. I could hardly lift them off the ground. “You’re so fuckin’ weak,” said Alex. “You’re practically useless.” He easily lifted the other 45 pound plate with one hand, lifted the bar with the other hand and slammed the weight into place. The bar now weighed 225 pounds. “Okay spotter, you might have to spot me. You stand in front and put your little faggot hands under the bar. If I come to a stop, you push up a little so I can finish the rep. But don’t push too hard --- not that you could with your puny little arms. I want to work my bi’s to their limit.”

Alex lifted up the bar and started curling. I had my little hands ready to help, but he didn’t need any help. His huge biceps easily curled the 225 pounds for 10 reps. I had my eyes glued on his biceps as he lifted the huge weight. At the bottom they were thick cords of muscle fibers and at the top they turned into a ball of rock hard muscle, a ball as big as a melon. His biceps were throbbing with power as they lifted the weight, bulging with incredible mass and cut to shreds. When he finished the 10th rep, he dropped the weight and yelled “Fuckin’ strong! Last week I couldn’t even do eight reps with that weight. Now I can do 10 like it was nothin’! I’m gettin’ so fuckin’ big and so fuckin’ strong!” He flexed his arms in the mirror and smiled as he looked at the huge muscles.

“Add 10 pounds on each side, faggot. You think you’re strong enough to lift 10 pounds with your little twig arms?” I sighed. Alex loved to make me feel so weak and useless. I added the plates, making the bar weigh 245 pounds. I just couldn’t believe that a human being was going to be able to curl 245 pounds. I couldn’t even imagine how heavy that weight was. But I looked at Alex’s huge bulging arms. Arms that were rippling with shredded, pumped muscle. Those arms looked so strong. That weight would be nothing for them. “Get ready to spot, faggot,” he said as he picked up the bar. Alex did five reps without a spot and then I spotted the last three reps, applying just a few pounds to the bar. His biceps were bulging unbelievably as he finished the set. He dropped the weight and flexed right in front on my face. “Fuckin’ huge and fuckin’ strong,” he said as he looked at my awe struck face and then at his huge arm. “Go ahead and touch ‘em, faggot. Feel how big and hard they are. Feel all that pumped muscle.”

I reached up and felt his huge flexed arms. The bicep was bulging more than I had ever imagined it would, peaking high up on his arm with fibers and veins visible everywhere. The muscle was rock hard and when I tried to pinch it I couldn’t even make a small dent. His skin was hot and sweat was pouring out, making little driplets of water. The skin was reddish in color because gallons and gallons of blood were being forced into his huge muscles by his big athletic heart. My cock was rock hard as I felt Alex’s huge arm. Alex grinned as I admired his muscle. He knew he was a stud and I think he kind of liked me worshipping his huge muscles. “One more set,’ he said, as he reached down and grabbed the bar. He did six more reps with this huge weight, with me spotting for the last three. When he finished his biceps were enormous.

Then he did three more exercises for his biceps, using dumbbells that were incredibly heavy. Five sets per exercise. He could do dumbbell curls with 110 pound dumbbells. I was just overwhelmed by Alex’s enormous strength. It was hard for me to believe that he was just 18 years old and couldn’t even legally drink yet. After he finished his biceps, he turned to his triceps, doing incredibly heavy tricep pushdowns, two hand overhead presses with a 150 pound dumbbell, parallel bar dips with a 200 pound dumbbell hanging from his hips and some cable exercises to bring out the striations in his huge triceps. He didn’t let me feel his arms again, but I didn’t mind because I was so close to him and could see the muscle bulge with each rep. I could smell his sweat and see the water drops form and drip off his red hot skin. His muscles were pumped beyond belief.

When he finished his tricep exercises, he said “Time to measure my arms. I wanna see how big they are when they’re all pumped like this. Did you know the tricep is way bigger than the bicep, faggot? Look how big my tricep is.” He flexed his arms and pointed down to the tricep. “Look how big that mother is. When I flex my guns my arms look like a fucking football, only my arms are bigger than a football. Look at those fucking muscles. Look how big those babies are.” Sweat was dripping off his arm as he flexed. I could see the muscle fibers under his thin skin and veins were pushing through the skin everywhere. I couldn’t believe how big his arm was. I wanted to touch it but I didn’t dare. We went over to the attendant. Alex said, “Gimme the tape. The faggot boy is gonna measure my guns. We’re gonna see how big they got after all that pumping.”

The attendant handed me the tape and I slowly wrapped it around Alex’s flexed arm. I wanted to touch the muscle, to feel it’s size and hardness, but I didn’t dare do it. But I did touch the muscle briefly and it was very hard and very hot. I wrapped the tape around the huge muscle and then read off the measurement. “Twenty-two and a half inches! Fuck, Alex, your arm got way bigger! It’s huge!” Alex grinned. “I never hit 22-1/2 before. It’s bigger. It’s stronger. My arm’s really growin’. It’s getting huge!” We gave the tape back to the stunned attendant. He had never seen an arm that big in his life.

 

Part 4

Alex went to take a shower and change back into his street clothes. When he came out of the dressing room, he was wearing the shirt I bought him the day before but without the tie. I immediately noticed that his arms were now filling up the whole sleeve of the shirt. Before, there was a little extra fabric, but now his muscle had gotten so big, so pumped up, so flushed with blood, that the muscle was taking up all of the fabric. Alex came up to me and said, “Look how big my arm is, faggot. Look how it’s filling up my sleeve. I’m gonna need some bigger shirts soon. Pretty soon my arm is gonna be 22-1/2 cold and when I pump it up it will be 25. This shirt is gonna be way too small. I’m gonna get huge!” Alex was so stoked. And I was stoked along with him. I wanted Alex to get huge. He was already huge, but I wanted him to get huger.

Then I looked down and saw that Alex was carrying a very big duffel bag. “What’s in the bag, Alex?” I was wondering why he needed such a big bag at the gym. Alex looked at me and said, “These are my clothes and stuff. I’m movin’ into your apartment.” Alex didn’t ask me. He just told me. “Well, uh, my apartment is pretty small. I’m not sure about this.” Alex grabbed my upper arm and squeezed. I winced in pain as his thick fingers drove through my little muscles. “I said I was moving into your apartment, faggot boy. And not only that, you’re gonna buy tons of food and cook it for me. I’m gonna eat huge breakfasts and huge dinners, all paid for and cooked by the little faggot boy. And hey, if the apartment’s too small, you’ll just have to get outta my way.” He squeezed harder as if to emphasize his point. “Uh, okay Alex. Okay. Okay.” What could I say to this huge muscle stud who now controlled me completely. As the attendant said, I couldn’t fight his huge muscles. I was his slave. He let go of my arm and we walked out of the gym, with Alex swaggering as he walked in front, and me tagging along in the back like a little lap dog following his master.

When we got to my car, Alex threw his duffel bag in the back and said “We’re goin’ to the supplement store now. I need tons of supplements. And you’re gonna buy ‘em for me faggot boy.” I gulped as I thought about how much Alex was going to cost me. I was going to have to buy all his food, enough food in a day that would last an ordinary person for a week. And I was going to have to buy all his supplements, and I knew they were very expensive. All my income and a lot of my savings were going to go into making Alex huge. But I knew I didn’t have any choice in the matter. As Alex sat next to me in the car, I looked over at his huge arm. I wanted Alex to get bigger. I wanted to help Alex. But I didn’t want to get bankrupted by his growing muscles. Tears started welling up in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks as I drove. Alex looked over and saw them. For the first time since we had met, he actually noticed how I felt. Until then, all he cared about was himself, his muscles and getting bigger.

“Why are you crying, faggot? I thought you wanted me to get huge.” I looked into his blue eyes. “Yeah, I do want you to get huge. But this is going to cost me a lot of money. And, except for a couple of brief moments, I don’t get to touch your muscles or feel their hugeness or how hard they are. You’re gonna get huge and I don’t get to touch you. It’s not fair.” I really started crying. Alex thought for a minute. “Okay, faggot, here’s the deal. For every five pounds I gain, you get to touch my body for as much as you want. You get to ravish me. You can lick my muscles. You can kiss my muscles. You can do whatever you want, except of course you can’t fuck me and I’m not gonna be suckin’ your little faggot cock. But only one time for every five pounds.” My eyes lit up. “Oh yeah!” I yelled. “Let’s go get those supplements!” I was ecstatic. I could hardly wait for Alex to gain more muscle. I wanted to ravish him. I wanted to feel all of his huge muscles. Alex was using the carrot as well as the stick. Most of the time he used the stick, squeezing my arm and intimidating me with his huge muscular body. But this time he used the carrot, using my craving for his body and his muscles to help him attain his goal of getting huge, even bigger than he was now.

We went to the supplement store and Alex was like a little kid in a candy store. “I never had the money to buy much of this stuff, just protein powder. And I already got to 240 pounds of solid muscle with nothin’ but good food and protein powder. Now I got you and your checkbook, faggot boy. I’m gonna get huge!” He started grabbing jars off the shelf, stuff that had recently been advertised in the muscle magazines. And he bought a big jar of creatine. “Creatine makes your muscles really grow big, but it’s so expensive,” he said. “But now I’ve got the little faggot boy buying me all I want. I’m not taking any ‘roids. I’m gonna get as big as I can without ‘roids.” He was as happy as a kid at Disneyland. I got out my credit card for the huge purchase, again over $1,000 of supplements to make Alex’s muscles grow even bigger. I had spent over $2,000 on Alex in two days. And I was happy.

Next we went to the supermarket to buy food. On the way, Alex opened some of the supplements and gobbled them down. He was hungry from his workout and he wanted protein right away. But I knew he’d still be hungry for dinner. When we got to the supermarket, he went through the aisles and picked out huge quantities of food. Three dozen eggs – he eats eight eggs each morning. Packages of sliced ham – he eats four big slices each morning. Loaves of bread - he eats eight slices every morning. Orange juice. And that was just for breakfast. Then we had the dinners. We got six big whole barbecued chickens – he eats three in one meal. Steaks, fish, vegetables, potatoes, rice. Three gallons of milk. Our cart was loaded with food. I hoped I had enough room for it in the kitchen and in my refrigerator. “This should last about three or four days,” he said as we checked out. There was enough food there to feed me for a month. And Alex was going to eat it in three or four days. Several hundred more dollars. All going into Alex’s body. All turning into more muscle.

We got to my apartment. Alex carried his big duffel bag and three big bags of food into the apartment. I wasn’t heavy at all for him. I carried two bags of food. We made one more trip to the car bringing in all the food and the supplements. Alex took his duffel bag into my bedroom and put in on the floor. “I’m takin’ the bed. My muscles need a nice bed to rest and grow. They grow a lot during the night. You can sleep on the floor. You put your little stick bones on the floor.” My mouth dropped open but I didn’t say anything. Alex was my master. Then he went over the my closet. “Take out half your stuff. I’m takin’ half the closet for my clothes. And get rid of all this faggot stuff in the room. I don’t want any faggot stuff in my bedroom.” I had some gay magazines and some gay DVD’s sitting around. Alex picked up a couple of the magazines and looked at the covers. “Fuck, I look way better than them.” He looked at me and hit the pose of one of the guys on a cover. He leaned against a chair and looked at me like I was the camera. “Yes you do, Alex. Way better.” He smiled. I had to put the gay stuff in a box and store it somewhere. This was now Alex’s apartment. And Alex hated faggots. I quickly took half of my stuff out of the closet and picked up all the gay stuff. “Go make dinner faggot while I unpack. I want three chickens, four cups of rice and a shitload of vegetables. I’m real hungry. Fuck, I’m always hungry.”

So I took my clothes and gay stuff and threw them on the couch in the living room. Then I put away all the food and cooked the rice and vegetables and heated up the three chickens. When I had almost finished, Alex came out of the bedroom wearing only his boxer shorts. He was stroking his big cock. This was the first time I had seen him without a shirt on. My mouth dropped open as I saw his huge 52 inch chest, his big bulging pecs and his thick wide lats sitting on top of his shredded 33 inch washboard waist. His massive shoulders were twice as wide as his hips. His arms were still pumped and they were gigantic and rippling with muscle as they hung down from his thick shoulders. His huge legs filled up his boxer shorts with thick muscle. And his cock was already enormous. I was overwhelmed by his masculine beauty. This muscle stud was my new roommate! “I’m so fuckin’ horny,” he said. I’m gonna fuck you three or four times tonight. Oh yeah. I don’t like to wear clothes when I’m at home. Just some boxer shorts. I can see my muscles in the mirror and watch ‘em grow. I hope you don’t mind, faggot boy.” I knew he was kidding with his last statement. He knew I wanted to see as much of his body as I possibly could, all the time. “No, I don’t mind at all,” I said lasciviously as I looked at his huge body. “Dinner’s ready, stud.”

Alex sat down and I served him his meal, one whole chicken at a time. He ripped the meat off the bones and chewed it rapidly. “Feels so good to eat,” He said. “I get so fucking hungry after I work out. I get hungry and horny. I fixin’ the hungry part and pretty soon I’ll be fixin’ the horny part.” He rubbed his big cock and smiled at me. I marveled at how much he was eating. After he finished his second chicken, I said “Can I have a thigh and a breast from your third chicken. I won’t eat very much.” He looked at the third chicken. “No. I’m gonna eat this whole fucking chicken. I’m still real hungry. Take some meat off another chicken. Maybe I’ll eat the rest of that one too.” He stuffed his mouth with chicken meat and chomped away. While he was eating the chickens, he was eating rice and vegetables plus lots of milk. I heated up the fourth chicken and put a leg and a breast on my plate, plus a little bit of rice and vegetables that I had held back form Alex. By the time I started eating, he was done with his third chicken. “Gimme the rest of it,” he said as he grabbed the rest of the fourth chicken. “I’m gonna gain tons of muscle with all this protein and the new supplements.” I grabbed my food and started eating as fast as I could. I didn’t want Alex eating my little dinner too. He finished the fourth chicken and patted his stomach. “I fixed the hungry part. Now I’m gonna fix the horny part.” He looked at my little body and stroked his cock.

“You didn’t eat enough for a bird,” he said as he watched me eat my final morsels. “No wonder you’re so puny. You got a puny little body and this big cock is gonna love fucking your pretty little ass.” He got up, walked over to me and picked me up by my shirt with one hand. “Let’s go into the bedroom, you little fuck toy. Time for your little ass to get pounded. I’m so fuckin’ horny.” He literally picked my whole body up by my shirt and carried me into the bedroom. Then he threw me on the bed. “I’m gonna take a piss. While I’m gone, you get undressed and find some rubbers. I know faggots like you have lots of rubbers laying around ‘cause you fuck each other all the time.” He went into the bathroom and I could hear him pissing in the toilet, a long hard piss emptying his huge bladder. Just then I wondered what his shits looked like. He was a huge guy and he ate huge amounts of food. I guessed that his shits were gigantic. My mind came back to reality and I quickly undressed and found some condoms in the cabinet. To be honest, I’m the one who got fucked. I hadn’t really fucked anyone myself. I guess you could say I’m a submissive guy. And Alex was dominant. He was so dominant over me it turned me on like crazy. I could hardly wait to get fucked by him.

I noticed that Alex had totally moved in to my - now his - bedroom. His clothes were in the closet, his big shoes were on the floor, and instead of gay magazines near the bed there were now muscle magazines. He took my clothes out of two drawers in the dresser and threw them on the floor. I was going to have to use just two drawers from now on. Alex had moved in.

He strutted out of the bathroom, pulled off his boxers and stroked his cock. “Okay faggot boy. You lick my balls and my cock for a few minutes, gettin’ me all excited. Then I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you.” When he said “fuck the shit outta you,” it got me thinking again about the size of Alex’s shits. I just couldn’t resist. “How big are your shits Alex? You’re a huge guy, You eat tons of food. Your shits must be huge, way bigger than my little shits.” Alex started laughing. “Fuck yeah, they’re huge. They’re over a foot long and they’re real thick. Next time I take a shit I’ll show you. I bet you never saw a shit as big as mine. But right now this big cock is gonna fuck your little shit right outta your faggot body.”

I got on my knees and licked his balls and cock. He started groaning with erotic pleasure. “You’re a fuckin’ good licker, faggot boy. You really get my cock excited. Now it wants to fuck. It wants to fuck real hard.” He grabbed a condom and spit inside it and on his cock. Then he wrapped it over his huge ten inch cock. “Fuck, this rubber’s way too small, faggot. It probably fits your little pencil cock but look how tight it is on my big huge mother. You gotta get some bigger rubbers faggot. Get a lot of ‘em, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you a lot.” He managed to put on the condom, using lots of spit. “Tight is nice ‘cause it’ll make me fuck you even harder,” he said.

He pulled me up and turned me around so my butt was facing him on the bed. He spit on my ass and moved his finger around inside. “Real tight. Your ass is real tight. My cock is gonna bust through your tight little faggot ass. I fuck girl’s asses all the time. I fuck their cunts and then I fuck their asses. I love to fuck asses. They’re tighter than cunts.” He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock inside my ass, pushing it all the way in with one huge thrust his muscular hips. I yelled in pain as his steel hard cock broke through my sphincter muscles and rammed itself inside my body. I had been fucked before, but I had never been fucked by a cock that was as big and hard as Alex’s. “Fuckin’ big, ain’t it bitch” yelled Alex as he pulled out his cock and rammed it in again. He started pumping his huge cock in and out of my asshole, pushing in with his huge weapon and pulling my feather-like body towards him or away from him with his big muscular hands. I was his little fuck toy and he was really getting turned on. He started breathing hard as he pumped faster and faster.

Then he pulled out and twisted my body around so I was facing him. He jammed his cock in again. I looked up and saw his huge muscular body on top of me and I squealed with excitement as I saw his muscles and felt his huge cock inside me again. Yes, I had pain but I had ultimate sexual excitement. He grabbed me with his arms and forced my little body up and down on his cock, like I was a little two pound sex toy for his gigantic weapon. He thrust his cock faster and faster until he finally yelled, “Take it all bitch,” as he pushed all the way in and ejaculated into my ass. He came for over a minute, groaning with pleasure the whole time. Then he pulled out, tore off the condom and jammed his cum covered cock in my mouth. I sucked off the cum, tasting every delicious drop and swallowing it all. Then he started fucking me in the face. His cock was rock hard again and it seemed he was ready to cum again. “When I’m horny, I’m really horny,” he said as he pounded my face and throat with his huge cock. After five minutes of this, he came again, spurting jism after jism down my throat. “Fuckin’ damn good sex toy,” he said as he punched me in the shoulder and pulled out his still hard cock. Alex had pounded me so hard I hadn’t cum at all, although my cock was rock hard the whole time.

He grabbed my little cock and said, “I bet you wanna cum, don’t you faggot boy. I’m gonna rest and recharge for a half hour and then I’m gonna fuck your little ass again. And hey, I’m gonna sit right here on my bed reading a muscle mag and I’m gonna let you watch my big muscles while you’re laying there beating off. Yeah, I’m such a nice guy to a worthless little faggot like you.” He squeezed my little cock. He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I was transfixed by his masculine beauty. Then he grabbed a muscle mag and started reading. His huge arm was right in front of my face and I watched every little twitch of his muscles as he moved his arm ever so slightly as he read. I touched my cock and came immediately. He looked over and said, “Fuck, that didn’t take long. I guess you like the view.” I nodded my head as I stroked my still sensitive cock with ultimate erotic pleasure.

Just as he said, he fucked me one more time and I came again too. It was the best night of sex I ever had. Alex went into the kitchen and mixed up several supplements, including creatine, and drank them all down. “I’m gonna get huge,” he said as he patted his rock hard abs. We went to bed, with Alex in my bed in just his boxer shorts and me on the floor with a couple of blankets. Alex went to sleep almost immediately, and I laid on the floor looking up at his huge body in the bed. His abs went up and down with each deep breath. His muscles were so tight that they still looked flexed even though he was sound asleep. His abs still looked like bricks of muscle. His pecs were enormous, still round and bulging. His arms were huge hams at his sides with the outlines of his triceps and biceps visible as he slept. His legs were enormous and I could see the outlines of his quad muscles. I came again on the floor as I looked at Alex’s sleeping body. I loved my new roommate.

I woke up early with Alex still sleeping soundly. I looked down at his huge body taking big breaths in and out. His muscles were huge and I just knew that they had grown bigger during the night. I could hardly wait to ravish Alex’s body. I couldn’t wait for him to gain five pounds. I came again looking at Alex’s body.

Then I took a quick shower and shaved. Alex was still sleeping. I went over to the bed and grabbed his huge arm and shook it. “Time to get up Alex. Time to get ready for work.”

He opened his blue eyes and looked at me. His face was beautiful. His beard had grown a lot during the night with so much testosterone flowing through his body. His muscles twitched as he stretched. “Good morning, faggot boy,” he said. “Gotta take a shit.” He got out of bed, went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. He grunted and then I could hear a loud splash as his big turd hit the water. “Come in here faggot boy. You wanted to see the size of my turds. Take a look at this one.” He wiped himself and stood up. I looked down into the toilet. My mouth dropped open. There was a huge turd filling the bowl. It was over a foot long and it was thick. “We big boys eat tons of food. We build tons of muscle and we throw out tons of shit. We’re like muscle building machines, eating big, building muscle and throwing out the shit. I shit like this twice a day. Big food, big shits.” I looked at his huge shit and thought about the amazing digestive effectiveness of his body. His organs could absorb huge quantities of food, turn most of it into muscle and throw out the shit.

“You’re amazing, Alex,” I said.

He spotted a scale on the floor of the bathroom. He hopped onto the scale and looked down. “Fuck, I gained three pounds. I’m up to 243. I gained three pounds already. I’m gettin’ huge!” I grinned and my cock got hard. “Only two more pounds and I get to ravish you Alex. I’m gonna go and make you a huge breakfast while you’re showering. I want you to eat a ton.” He turned to me and flexed his arm. “Fuckin’ huge,” he yelled, looking at his muscle.

 

Part 5

Alex came into the kitchen wearing another set of his new clothes. This time he wore a long sleeved shirt and a tie. You could still see how big his arms were under the sleeves. They took up almost all of the fabric. And his pecs and lats pushed out at the shirt, revealing his huge body underneath the fabric. His pants fit him perfectly, tight in the waist with just enough room for his big round muscle butt and his huge cock which bulged out in front. His huge legs bulged in his pants. Alex was a real man. He gobbled down his breakfast of eight scrambed eggs, four big pieces of ham, eight pieces of toast and a quart of orange juice. He also gobbled down some supplements and grabbed some to take to the office.

Alex stunned everyone again in the office. He looked so good. He did his Office Boy chores and also stopped by and found out what people were doing. Some of the girls would let him sit at their computer so he could work on their projects. They stood in back of him, putting their hands on his huge shoulders and feeling his muscles twitch and flex as he worked. One of the girls massaged his huge upper back muscles, pushing her little fingers into the thick muscles of his neck, his traps and his big wide shoulders. Alex said “Feels real good,” as he did one her projects for one of the partners. When he finished the girl was almost panting and she told him to put his name on the project, to show the partner how good he was. They turned in the project and later the partner came out of his office, shook Alex’s huge hand and congratulated him on his good work. “We need men like you around here,” he said as he looked into Alex’s blue eyes and looked at his huge arm as they shook. Alex stopped by my cubicle too, grabbing a Nitro-Tech Hardcore and pushing me out of my chair to work on my project. He didn’t ask my permission. He just did it. At the end of the day, he said, “I’m workin’ legs tonight. You wanna come, faggot boy?” I nodded my head and looked down at his huge legs. I could hardly wait. All day Alex pigged out on food and supplements. Now that he knew he had my bank account to buy him all the supplements he wanted, he gulped them down. He ate a lot of creatine. He told me creatine helps the muscles absorb more protein and makes them bigger and stronger.

I drove Alex to the gym and he changed into his skimpy workout clothes, his white wifebeater and his green nylon workout shorts. There was a scale in the gym and I pointed at it. With glee, Alex jumped on the scale. “Fuck! I’m up to 246 pounds. I gained another three pounds of muscle. I just took a big shit and pissed, so it’s all muscle! Three more pounds of muscle!” I grinned. “You know what that means, stud. It’s ravishing time after your workout.” He looked at me and grinned. Then he flexed his quads. “Gotta get these mothers extra huge for you to ravish, faggot boy. Gotta work ‘em hard.” He slapped me on the back so hard I almost fell over. Then we went over to the leg exercise area.

I marveled at the size of the machines. Huge squat racks with big Olympic bars and lots of 45 pound plates ready to load. The leg press machine was enormous. I probably couldn’t have pressed it up with no weight at all, but it had bars for tons of 45 pounds plates. This is where the big boys build their big legs. “I’m gonna do squats, then leg presses, then front extensions, then hamstring extensions and then some heavy calf exercises. This fuckers are gonna be pumped as hell faggot boy. Pumped and huge.” He looked at my puny body. “You’re too puny to spot me on the squats, faggot. I need a big guy ‘cause the weight’s gonna be so heavy. I’m gonna be squattin’ with 700 pounds. You think you could spot me with 700 pounds on that bar?” I gulped and said no. I don’t think I could spot him with 100 pounds on the bar. “But I’m gonna warm up first. Don’t need any spots for these little light weights.” He put two 45 pound plates on one side and ordered me to do the same on the other side. I struggled with the weights but got them on the bar. As he saw me struggling he said, “Fuck you are so weak, faggot boy. You faggots are all just a bunch of weaklings. You’re not men. You’re just little faggot boys.” I nodded my head as I looked at his huge body. Alex was a man. I was a boy.

Alex got under the bar and easily cranked out 20 reps with the 225 pounds of weight. Then we put another 45 pound plate on each side and he cranked out another 15 reps with the 315. “Still a fuckin’ warmup weight,” said Alex as he crashed the weight on the rack. He flexed his quads and they already looked bigger. I compared what I was seeing to what I had seen a few minutes before when he flexed his quads before he started working them out. I could definitely see a big increase in the size of his huge quads after these two sets. And those were just warmup sets! We put on another two 45 pound plates, making the bar weigh 405. “I was squattin’ with 405 when I was 15 years old,” said Alex. “My legs have always been big and strong.” We put on two more 45 pound plates, making the bar weigh 495. He did 10 reps with that huge weight. “Now I’m done warming up,” he said as he slapped his huge quads and flexed them in the mirror. They were gigantic, inches bigger than they had been before. “Gonna put some real weight on these mothers now. Put on another plate, faggot boy.”

We loaded another plate on the bar, making it weigh 585. The plates were so heavy I could see the bar bending. Alex went over and got a big guy to spot him. I stood at the side and almost started salivating as I saw the enormous size of Alex’s sweaty thighs. He put the bar on top of his huge traps and jerked it off the rack. His neck and back were bulging as the heavy weight sat on his huge body. Then he lowered himself until his legs were parallel and pushed his body and the 585 pounds back up with a loud grunt. He did this eight times, with the spotter helping him with the last rep. He threw the bar on the rack and flex his quads right in front of me. “Gettin’ huge,” he said as he looked down at his massive muscles. “Another plate, faggot boy. You’re gonna see more strength than you’ve ever seen in your puny little life.” We put on another plate, making the bar weigh 675 pounds. I gasped as I saw this incredible amount of iron. I looked at the bar and saw the seven huge 45 plates on each side. It was hard to believe this 18 year old kid was going to lift all that weight.

He got under the bar and lifted it off the rack. Then he cranked out six reps, with a little help from his spotter on the last two reps. He racked the bar and flexed his quads in the mirror. “Fuck, I never got six reps with seven plates before. My quads have really gotten strong. They’re gettin’ huge and they’re gettin’ strong!” I looked at his flexed muscles and gulped as I saw how big and pumped they were. They were inches and inches bigger than they had been twenty minutes before. “Put on another plate, faggot. I’ve never lifted eight plates, but I feel so strong I know I can do it.” So we added another plate to the bar, making it weigh 765 pounds. I looked at Alex’s huge thighs. I couldn’t believe his legs were going to squat with 765 pounds, almost half a ton. Alex was a human being, just like me. But he was so big and so strong that he was almost in a different species from puny little me. I knew I would have trouble squatting with the 45 pound bar. Alex was going to squat with that bar plus 16 huge 45 pound iron plates. Alex was a man!

He got under the bar and lifted it off the rack. The steel bar was definitely bending, barely able to hold the huge amount of iron pulling down on each side. Alex’s leg muscles were stronger than that steel bar. He took a breath and squatted down, got to the parallel position and grunted like a bull. His legs started moving up. His quads bulged unbelievably, with veins shooting everywhere under his thin skin. Sweat was pouring down his skin and the skin was red from all the blood being pushed into his huge muscles by his big athletic heart. He lifted up the bar without any help from his spotter and then went down for a second rep. He lifted the bar again, with just a little help from the spotter. Then he went down for a third rep. The killer rep. the rep that was going to make those quads grow and grow and grow. He grunted and pushed and the bar slowly went up. His quads bulged. Sweat was pouring off his body. His neck looked like it was 25 inches, bulging and straining with veins popping everywhere. His shoulders, traps and arms were bulging too. Every muscle in his body was bulging as he forced up the heavy weight. He got the weight to the top with some help from his spotter and crashed it onto the rack. “Fuck!” he yelled. “Three fuckin’ reps with eight plates! Three reps with 765 pounds! That’s a fuckin’ record. I’m gettin’ so fuckin’ strong!”

He went up to me and flexed his legs. “You wanna feel these big mothers faggot boy? You wanna get a preview of your ravishing?” I nodded my head as I watched his huge sweaty legs. “Go ahead. Feel ‘em faggot boy. They’re stronger than they’ve ever been. They’re gettin’ huge.” I reached down and felt his huge thigh. His skin was red hot and I could feel the bulging, rock hard muscles underneath his paper thin skin. His muscles were so big, bigger than my waist and as hard as rocks. “Oh my god, Alex, your thighs are incredible. They’re so big. They’re so strong. I wanna ravish them so bad.” Alex grabbed my hands and moved them away. “Gotta finish my workout, faggot. Then you can ravish.”

We went over to the leg press machine. “My legs are already warmed up, so we can load some heavy weights. Let’s start with the weight I was usin’ for squats, 16 plates, 765 pounds. That’s kind of a warm up for leg presses. I can go way heavier.” So we loaded the leg press machine with eight plates a side. Alex finished his loading before I had finished three plates. “You’re so fuckin’ weak,” he said as he grabbed my plate with one hand and easily loaded in onto the machines. Then he loaded the rest of the plates easily with one hand, like he was lifting feathers. He did 10 reps with 16 plates, 10 reps with 20 plates and 10 reps with 24 plates. He was pressing 1,080 pounds of iron plates, plus the weight of the machine, probably about 1,150 pounds total. My eyes bulged out of my head as I watched his massive legs push up the enormous weight. We put on another four plates, making a total of about 1,380 pounds, way more than a half ton. Alex did six reps, barely finishing the last rep before the weight came crashing down to the stoppers. “Fuck, I never did that many reps with 28 plates before. Last time I could barely do two reps. I’m gettin’ so fuckin’ strong! I need more weight! I need more iron!” I looked at the bars and realized you couldn’t get any more plates on the bars. We were maxed out on the machine. Nobody in the gym could press as much as Alex just pressed. The machine wasn’t built for muscles as big and strong as Alex’s. “Uh, I think you’re maxed out, Alex. Your muscles are too strong for the machine.” Alex scowled and then looked at me. “How much do you weigh, faggot boy?” I said “About 120.” Alex pointed to the top of the machine. “You’re a little heavier than two plates. Climb up there and hold on. I’m gonna press the heavy iron and the puny faggot boy. That’s a total of 1,500 pounds. Three quarters of a ton. Fuck my legs are so strong!”

I climbed up onto the machine and sat there, looking down at Alex. His legs were huge. His whole body was huge. He put his legs up on the machine ready to press. I looked down and saw his huge leg muscles, muscles that were so big and pumped and hard. Then I looked up and saw his cock, which was pressing against his sweaty green nylon shorts, pushing out with all its bigness. His torso was sweaty and pumped too with his lats flaring out at his sides and his shoulders bulging with shredded muscle. His neck and traps were thick and bulging as he legs got ready to press up the incredibly heavy weight. “Hang on, faggot boy,” he said as he started pressing me and the weights up. He grunted and I watched his legs bulge as they pushed up, pushing the limit of the machine plus me up with their incredible power. I thought about the immense power of Alex’s legs. If he had been pushing against my chest, his half a ton of force would have easily broken my rib bones like they were toothpicks. My cock was rock hard as I watched his huge legs flex and work. I got to the top and Alex yelled, “Fuckin’ strong!” He lowered me down and then pushed up again, going slower this time but making it all the way. His legs were almost pulsating with power as they pushed the unbelievably heavy weight. Then he lowered his huge legs one more time and pushed again, grunting loud like a lion or a bear, applying his gigantic jock willpower to force the huge weight up again. Slowly the half a ton went up until it got to the top with a final surge of power. The he put in the stops and let the weights and me crash down on them. He jumped out of the machine, grabbed me by the chest, lifted me up like I was a feather and dropped me on the floor, where I went sprawling on my butt. I looked up at his huge legs, which were standing right over me. They were covered with sweat, with droplets dripping off his hot skin. “Your legs are so fucking strong,” I said. “They’re so fucking big and so fucking strong.” Alex flexed them for me. I started reaching up to touch them, but Alex slapped my hand away and said “Save the ravishing for later, faggot. I gotta finish my workout.”

So Alex did six sets of leg extensions –“This brings out the cuts-”, six sets of hamstring curls and six sets of calf raises with huge amounts of weight loaded onto the machine. By the time he was finished, his thighs and calves were totally pumped and bulging with muscle. Fibers were everywhere under his thin sweaty skin. I went to the attendant and asked to borrow the tape. “I want to measure Alex’s legs. I want to see how big they got after getting so pumped up.” The attendant nodded and came with me to see the result. Alex flexed his thigh and I wrapped the tape around the rock hard muscle. “Thirty six inches,” I gasped. “Your thighs are three inches bigger. They’re so pumped there’s three inches of bulging muscle in there.” I then wrapped the tape around his waist. It was still 33 inches, so his thighs were now three inches bigger than his waist. “Jesus fuck,” said the attendant in disbelief. Then I measured his bulging calves. They measured 24 inches, two inches bigger than their unpumped measurement. They were gigantic, bigger than my thighs. The attendant took the tape and went back to his desk. Alex grinned as he saw me breathlessly admiring his huge legs. “Time for some ravishing,” he said. “I’ll go take a shower.”

I looked at his huge sweaty body. “Actually, Alex, I don’t want you to take a shower. I want to ravish you just like you are, all hot and sweaty with your muscles pumped and bulging. Just leave your gym clothes on, okay?” Alex looked down at his pumped up sweaty body and his huge bulging legs. His cock started to bulge a little under his shorts. “Hmmm, well okay. This could be fun.” He grabbed his clothes and three protein drinks, which I paid for, and drank them down as we headed to the car. I almost skipped to the car. I was the happiest little faggot boy alive.

When we got to my apartment I raced to the door and opened it for Alex to swagger inside. Then I closed it and locked it. He faced me with his huge sweaty body standing atop his gigantic sweat-covered pumped up legs. My eyes bulged as I saw his huge body, covered only with a sweaty wet wifebeater and sweat soaked green nylon workout shorts. His cock was hard as he saw me look at his body with ravishing eyes. I ran at his body and wrapped my skinny arms around his huge chest. “Oh god, Alex. I’ve been waiting for this since the minute I first saw you. I’m gonna ravish your body. I’m gonna worship your body.” He breathed in deep and expanded his chest to the most enormous size, flexing his pec and lat muscles. I gasped as I felt the size and hardness of his muscles as he flexed them for me. I buried my face in his pecs and my face got covered by his hot sweat. I could feel his sweat and I could smell his sweat. He pushed me away and then reached down and ripped apart his wifebeater, ripping it right off his body. Now I could see all of his huge pecs and his rippling washboard abs. I reached over and ran my fingers over those hard muscles, groaning with pleasure as I felt them. “Oh Alex, oh Alex,” I groaned. I quickly took off my clothes as I looked at Alex’s huge body.

He pushed himself against me and said, “My legs wanna be ravished. They’re huge and they’re pumped. They wanna be ravished.” His cock was rock hard under his wet green shorts. I could tell he really wanted me to ravish his legs. He was really enjoying this. He ripped off his shorts and pushed my shoulders down so I was on my knees. I was now face to face with Alex’s huge, pumped sweaty legs. Above those legs was his long thick cock, which was at full attention. waiting for my ravishing. I grabbed his right leg with my arms, feeling its huge size and its rock hard hardness. “Oh Alex, your legs are so big. They’re so muscular, so strong, so hard. I can’t believe how big and strong they are.” I rubbed my hands all over his legs, feeling the quads, the hamstrings and the calves. I licked his muscles, licking the salty sweat that tasted so good, feeling the hard muscle fibers with my tongue.

I felt his huge feet. He wore size 16 shoes, extra wide, His feet were huge, just like his body. Alex lifted them off the floor and I rubbed my fingers over the hard callused bottoms of his feet, feet that could lift hundreds and hundreds of pounds of weight. I licked his feet, his huge size 16 feet that were twice as wide as my feet and thick with muscle.

I was groaning with pleasure as I ravished his huge feet and his monster legs. Alex’s cock started twitching. I could tell he was enjoying my total ravishing of his legs. After all, he worked hard to build those huge monsters, monsters that could squat with over 700 pounds and press three quarters of a ton. I think he liked someone, even a faggot, worshipping his huge legs. Girls never did what I was doing.

Alex’s legs were so big that there wasn’t any space between them. They were like two big trees growing right next to each other with no room in the middle. “Spread your legs apart Alex. I wanna try something.” Alex moved his feet to the side which opened up a space between his huge thighs. Then I jammed my head between his thighs, thighs that were still pumped and that were bigger than his waist. My head felt the hot muscle pulsating under his thin skin and my skin was immediately covered by his sweat. I felt so warm and secure with my head buried inside Alex’s huge thighs. He wasn’t flexing, and the muscle was firm and solid but it wasn’t hard. “Your muscle feels so good Alex. It’s so warm. So big. So firm. So strong. I feel so good having my head buried in your huge muscles.” Alex groaned as he got more excited. “You think that muscle feels good, faggot boy? You think your puny little head feels good inside those huge muscles? Well feel this.” Instantly he flexed his quads and hamstrings. All of a sudden that firm muscle turned into solid rock. It was like my head was now trapped between two huge red hot boulders. The firm muscle had turned into hot stone. “I’m gonna crush your puny little head, faggot boy. I’m gonna crush your head with my huge muscles. Your skull is nothing to my big muscles. They love to break bone. My legs are so strong they won’t even have to work hard to smash your little faggot head. All your little faggot brains will come spurting out. Faggots deserve to be crushed. They deserve to be crushed and smashed by the big muscles of a man like me. How do you feel now, faggot?” He started moving his legs together, smashing the two boulders of muscle into my head. It felt like I was inside a huge nut cracker with my head being the nut. Jolts of pain surged through my skull. Never in my life did I think Alex’s legs would be so strong.

I had seen him squat and press so much weight, but feeling his strength on my head was overwhelming. “Oh Alex,” I groaned “Your legs are so hard. They’re pressing on my head like they’re a steel vise. But please stop. You’re hurting me.” He crushed a little harder. “Fuck you faggot. I’m not even using half of my strength. My muscles like to crush little faggots like you. You like my muscles. Now you gotta feel their power. I own you faggot.” He continued crushing. I think he was stroking his cock too because he was moaning with pleasure as he crushed my head with his huge thighs as he stroked his cock. He was stroking his cock with one hand and rubbing his huge thighs with his other hand, feeling his huge hard muscles as they crushed my pitiful little skull. I had grabbed on to his calves and felt those huge muscles as he crushed me. Even though I was in pain, I was still ravishing his huge calves with my dainty little fingers. And my cock was hard too. My head was hurting but my cock was rock hard.

Suddenly Alex let go of my head. “Ravish my cock, faggot. You got me horny as hell.” I looked up at his cock and balls and I immediately got to work, licking his balls, sucking his cock, giving Alex all the sexual pleasure I could, more sexual pleasure than he had ever had. He jammed his cock down my throat. He started thrusting his hips violently and holding on to my head, groaning with erotic pleasure as his huge 10 inch cock thrust in and out of my throat. I held on to his huge legs and felt the muscle bulge and twitch as he fucked me. Then he came within 20 seconds, gushing a huge amount of cum into my stomach. I came too as I felt his huge cock fill my stomach with his genetically superior muscle stud cum and I felt his huge legs bulge with my hands. When he finished he pushed his still hard cock deep in my throat and said, “That was the best fuck I ever had. You ravishing my muscles and me crushing you with my legs really turned me on.” He twitched his cock in my throat, feeling the erotic pleasure I will still giving him on his tender head. After a minute or so he pulled out his cock. His cock was still hard. “I’m still horny. Ravish me some more, faggot. I want another fuck. I want another fuck right now.”

He picked me up with one arm and carried me into the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and then he got on top of me, straddling me on his knees while holding up his huge torso with his arms. I was looking at his huge pecs and shoulders , his monstrous arms and his washboard abs, which were right on top of me. “Ravish my muscles,” he ordered. “Worship them. My muscles deserve to be worshipped by a puny faggot like you.” I started feeling all his muscles and telling him how big and hard they were. How strong they were. How sexy they were. I reached up and licked his pecs and told him how I could feel the fibers of muscle, how I could taste his salty sweat, how much of a man he was with pecs as big as plates and as thick as a phone book. I grabbed his nipples as pinched them and I told him how big and hard they were, how they were so hard they could push right into my body, powered in by the thick hard muscles underneath. I ran my hands over his abs, which were flexed even though he was on top of me. His abs always seemed to be flexed. I marveled at how hard and cut they were. His cock was rock hard and he was thrusting it around on my puny body as I ravished his muscles with my hands and tongue.

Suddenly he dropped down and put his armpit right on my face. “Smell my sweat, faggot boy. Smell the sweat I make when I work out so fuckin’ hard. I work out so fuckin’ hard that sweat just pours out of my body. You like my sweat, don’t you faggot boy. You like the smell of my sweat. You never made sweat that smells like that, ‘cause I make jock stud sweat and you’re just a little faggot boy. I’m a man and you’re just a faggot boy.” He rubbed his armpit in my face and I breathed in the pungent smell of his sweat. It smelled so good. His armpit was huge, coving my whole face with the enormous size of his lats, pecs and delt muscles. His thick pit hairs were black and they were covered with pungent sweat. I loved the smell of jock stud sweat and I breathed it in and groaned with pleasure. I could barely talk but I said, “Oh Alex, you’re such a stud. You are a total stud. I love the smell of your sweat.” He grunted and rubbed his armpit in my face harder, while he was rubbing his cock all over my body.

Then he sat up, grabbed a condom, spit in the condom and on his cock, jammed it on his huge cock, spit on my butt and rammed his cock into my asshole. “You make me so horny, faggot boy. I’m so totally turned on. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you.” He fucked and fucked and fucked while I was feeling his huge muscles and stroking my own cock. I had never come twice without waiting several hours, but I had never been turned on the way I was with Alex. He came in my butt and I came too. Then he fell on my body and I felt the size, hardness and weight of his huge body as he rubbed his cock in and out of my butt and squirmed on top of my body. “What a fuck,” he murmured in my ear.

Finally we got out of bed. Alex drank a protein drink and I made dinner. Steaks, baked potatoes, green beans, salad. Tons and tons of food for Alex. Plus a half gallon of milk. He ate it all. Then he stood up and stroked his cock which immediately got hard. “Time for more ravishing and fucking,” he said. “I’ve never been turned on so much in my life. Even though you’re just a little faggot boy, you turn me on more than any girl. I love the way you worship my muscles. I love the way you ravish me. I love my big muscles and I love the way you ravish them. And I love the way you suck my cock and I love to fuck your puny little ass with my big cock.” I decided to take my chance. I went up to Alex, stood on my tip toes and kissed him on the lips. I stared into his sky blue eyes as I kissed him and I saw his eyes get wide as he realized what I was doing. But he didn’t push me away. He let me kiss him. Then he put his big hand on the back of my head and kissed me back, thrusting his huge tongue into my mouth. I felt his black whiskers hitting my tender cheeks, the whiskers of a man hitting the cheeks of a boy. The kiss went on for over a minute. I never before felt a kiss like the one Alex gave me. Then he pulled away and said “Oh shit. I just kissed a faggot.” I put my hands around his chest and said, “We faggots are better kissers than girls. We know how to ravish your muscles, we give better blow jobs, we’ve got real tight asses and we’re better kissers.” Then I kissed him again. He wrapped his huge arms around my chest and squeezed me tight.

Alex came four more times before we went to bed after I worshipped and ravished his muscles, getting him all horny each time. I came one more time, which was a record for me. He drank more protein supplements and creatine and was finally ready for bed. He was sleeping nude and I watched him as he got in my - now his - bed. I got on the floor and looked up at his huge body. Then he looked at me and said, “Sleep in the bed next to me. I might want a blow job during the night. And I know I’m gonna fuck you in the morning. So sleep right next to me. You can feel my muscles all night. It’s still ravishing time, faggot boy.” My eyes lit up. I couldn’t believe what Alex was telling me. I was going to be able to sleep with him, to feel his muscles. The bed was just a double bed and Alex’s body was so huge that I was going to have to sleep right next to him. I leaped up off the floor and got in bed next to Alex. I put my hands on his huge pecs and his washboard abs as he laid on his back. Alex immediately fell asleep. He needed to sleep so his body would grow. But I stayed awake for hours. I felt his muscles and watched him breathe. I put my hand on his abs and felt them go up and down with each deep breath. I lightly stroked across the washboard muscles in his abs, which were still hard and corrugated even though he was sleeping. Then I put my hand on his pec, feeling its huge size as it too went up and down with each deep breath. I gently touched his hard nipple, which was sticking out on top of that thick muscle. I looked at his face and at his huge neck. I gazed at his huge flaccid cock. I looked at his huge feet and his huge hands. I watched his arms and shoulders, looking at the veins and the fibers of muscles which were still there even though he was asleep. And I looked at his legs, those huge monsters that had lifted so much weight. Alex was a god.

 

Part 6

In the middle of the night, Alex woke up and took a piss. Obviously I woke up too as he lumbered out of the bed. Then he came back and was stroking his cock. “Fuckin’ horny again,” he said as he got on his knees and pushed my head against his huge weapon. I started feeling his muscles and telling him how big and hard they were and how big and virile his cock was while I was licking his balls and cock. I felt his huge legs and told him how massive they were, how strong they were, what a stud he was. He got totally turned on and jammed his cock down my throat. I sucked and licked and he soon came again.

Then he pulled out and fell on top of me on the bed. And he fell asleep, right on top of me. Even though he was crushing me with his huge body, I didn’t want to move him. I wanted to feel him, to smell his sweat, to feel his huge muscles on top of me, to feel the muscles of a total man. I will probably never have that experience again, having 245 pounds of solid muscle sleeping on top of me. Even though he was sleeping, his muscles were firm and solid. I could feel the ridges of his pecs, the huge size of his legs that crushed my own skinny legs, the huge thickness of his shoulders. His chest and abs went up and down as he breathed and I could feel every breath. I licked his skin and tasted the salty sweat from his hard workout. Our bodies were so close, so together. It was almost like Alex was a part of me. A huge muscular stud that was a part of me. I was hard the whole time. I was in heaven. After about a half hour, he grunted and rolled over. Finally I went to sleep again.

When the morning came, I had only gotten a few hours sleep. I was still asleep on my stomach when I felt something touching my butt. I kind of stirred, thinking it was maybe time to get up. Suddenly my ass was busted open by Alex’s huge cock ramming itself inside. “Gotta wake you up faggot boy.” he laughed. “I think this big cock’s gonna do the job.” He fucked and fucked and fucked my sore little ass until he came. “Yeah, eight fucks! That’s a record,” he said as he pulled out. Then he strutted to the bathroom to take his shower. “Make me a huge breakfast, faggot. I’m really hungry after all that lifting and fucking.”

I took Alex at his word and made him a breakfast with 12 scrambled eggs, six pieces of ham and 12 pieces of toast, plus a half a gallon of orange juice. For myself I scrambled one egg, took a tiny piece of ham and one piece of toast. Alex was going to eat 12 times what I was eating. He came out of the bedroom wearing a short sleeved dress shirt, this time without a tie, with his top two buttons open. You could see his huge pecs under his shirt along with his gigantic arms that filled up his sleeves. He face was gorgeous. He had just shaved and his skin was smooth and tan. His short black hair was still wet and his blue eyes were sparkling. I gulped as I realized again that this beautiful young man was my roommate.

I went up to him and reached to touch his huge arm. But he pushed my hand away. “No touching, faggot boy. You gotta wait until I’ve gained another five pounds. Then you get to ravish again. You’re gonna want me to gain muscle just as much as I do. Oh yeah, I gained another two pounds this morning. I’m up to to 248 pounds. So I don’t think you’re gonna have to wait too long. With all these new supplements, my body wants to put on more and more muscle.”

While Alex was eating I quickly took a shower and dressed. Alex was fresh and energized and I was bone tired. But I was the happiest bone tired guy in the world. I came into the kitchen and Alex had finished his huge breakfast. He was preparing the supplements we was going to take during the day. More supps for more muscle.

We got to the office and as usual Alex created a stir among the women. They all wanted to feel his huge pecs that were now revealed under his shirt. And of course they wanted to feel his arms. Alex happily flexed for them. The guys were watching him with envy in their eyes. Mid morning, Alex was sitting in my chair working on one of my projects when a partner came up and put his hand on Alex’s huge shoulder. “Alex, I want to take you to see a client today. I think you’d make a very good impression on her and I know you’re learning things around here very fast. So get someone to take care of your job. Meet me in my office in five minutes.” Alex stood up, looked down at me and smiled. “You’re the Office Boy, faggot. I got better things to do.” He strutted around the office telling people he was going to see a client and that I was the Office Boy until he got back. I just stood there. I couldn’t argue with Alex. I couldn’t argue with his huge dominant muscles. He owned me.

So Alex went out with the partner to meet with the client, who was a woman. Everyone in the office knew who she was, a hot looking girl in her 30’s. Blond, blue eyed with a tight little body. She ran the advertising department for one of our biggest clients. Alex was going to meet with one of our biggest clients the first week he had arrived on the job, and I had never been invited to meet a client in all the time I had worked at the agency. I thought about what that meant. Looks really matter. Muscles really matter. The stud is going to beat out the wimp every time. Plus the fucking stud had a brain. Alex was a winner.

I went around doing Alex’s job. I felt really weak and insecure knowing Alex was out meeting with a client and I was here doing his job. Alex was a stud and I was a puny, weak, insecure wimp. After about four hours, the partner and Alex returned. Alex was grinning ear to ear. The partner got everyone’s attention and said, “I want you all to know that we just got our biggest account from Donovan Nutrition. They were about to give the account to our competitor but Alex convinced them to go with us. Alex was a great salesman and a great representative of our company Let’s give Alex a big hand.” Everyone started clapping. The women were clapping especially hard. I clapped too. After the ceremony was over, Alex came over to my cubicle and said, “When the partner was in the restroom, I told her I wanted to date her. I told her my cock was 10 inches long, real thick and real hard. I told her I’d fuck her so many times her cunt would be sore. I flexed my arm and she squeezed it as hard as she could, but she didn’t even make a dent in my muscles. And then, after the partner came back, I asked her for the account and smiled at her. She looked into my eyes, looked at my huge gun and then looked down at my crotch. Then she gave me the biggest account Wendel Advertising ever got The partner couldn’t believe how good I was. So he told me I would be a Director managing this account, dealing with the client, making sure everything goes well. And you’ve been assigned to the account, faggot boy. I’m gonna be your boss! Move over so your new boss can use the computer. Oh and go get me some water. I’m thirsty.”

Alex squatted down and bumped me out of my chair, knocking me to the floor. He sat down in my chair and grabbed another Nitro-Tech Hardcore and glugged it down. I went and got a water bottle and brought it to him and he glugged that down too. I stood behind him, totally stunned, not quite comprehending what he just said. Then he told me than he was assigned the empty cubicle next to mine. It was a Director’s cubicle, about twice the size of mine. It had two client chairs and a table besides his desk and computer. And then he said, “And they’re paying me $3,200 per week. That’s like 12 times what I was making before. The partner called me a rainmaker. And he said he paid the rainmakers real good.” I gasped as I realized that Alex was now earning way more than I was making. I was only getting $1,200 per week! Alex was earning almost three times what I was earning. “Oh my god “ I said as I looked at his thick neck.

“I got a dinner date with Tammy tonight. Gimme $300 to pay for the dinner, faggot boy. I’m gonna leave early, take a quick workout - I’m workin’ lats today - and then I’m coming to your apartment for a real dinner. I want three chickens and all the fixin’s. Then I’m gonna take her to dinner and I’ll wolf down that puny portion of food as my dessert. We’ll have a bottle or two of wine too. Then I’m gonna go fuck the brains outta her.” I looked in my wallet. “I don’t have $300, Alex.” He looked up at me and sneered. “Go to the fucking ATM machine and get it, faggot! Then go home and make dinner. I want my food nice and hot. I’ll be there at 6:30. Oh, and you can’t leave early. I’m your boss and you gotta put in a full day’s work, faggot boy. You gotta do your work plus be the Office Boy. I’m gonna borrow your car. Gimme your keys.” He stood up and looked at me with a look that said “I just gave you an order, bitch. Gimme those fucking keys.” I reached into my pocket and gave him my keys. He grabbed another protein drink and strutted out of the office tossing my keys in his hand. It was 4:00 p.m. I was speechless.

I took the bus home, stopping by the bank to get the $300. The bus took a lot longer than my car, so I didn’t get in the door until 6:00 p.m. I quickly heated three chickens and cooked some rice and vegetables. At exactly 6:30, the door swung open and in walked Alex, still in his gym clothes and dripping with sweat. “Got in a good lat workout,” he said. “Check ‘em out faggot.” He flexed his lats and the huge muscles flared out to the sides. They were pumped and sweaty. I could see the fibers of hot muscle, covered with veins. “Dinner’s ready, stud,” I said as I put the enormous amount of food on the table. He sat down and ate. He gobbled up the food faster than I had ever seen him eat. He put chicken in his mouth with both hands while he chewed the meat like a wild man. He ate all three chickens, the rice and the vegetables in 10 minutes. “Fuckin’ hungry,” he said as he drank the last swallow of his half gallon of milk. He stood up and I handed him the $300 cash. He looked at the money and smiled. Then he came up close to me and flexed his huge arm. “You can have a little feel, faggot. Feel my lats too. They’re really big and pumped.” My eyes lit up and I ran my hands over Alex’s huge sweaty arms which were also pumped up from all his lat work. Then I felt his lats and they were enormous. Big, hard, sweaty and pumped as hell. His skin was hot and red with blood. I lusted over his body. Finally I stopped and said, “Thanks, stud.” That feel was worth $300.

He ran to the bedroom and showered and dressed. After only another 10 minutes, he swaggered into the kitchen wearing a short sleeve light green polo shirt that fit real tight on his huge torso. His pants showed off his narrow waist, his firm round muscle butt and his huge thighs. He flexed his huge arms and lats. “This bod’s ready for action. Gonna eat my puny dinner and then fuck the brains outta Tammy. Gotta earn my big paycheck. See ya later, faggot.”

He took my keys and strutted out the door. I cleaned up the kitchen, thinking about all the food Alex had eaten in 10 minutes. I was very tired, having almost no sleep the night before and then busting ass after work getting Alex his money and cooking him his food. I beat off only once, thinking about Alex, how good he looked tonight, how it felt to sleep with him the night before, dreaming about his huge muscles. Then I fell asleep on my - or really Alex’s - bed.

About 6:00 in the morning I heard my front door slam shut and I heard the thunder like steps of Alex’s huge feet as he came into the bedroom. I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me. He still looked gorgeous. Alex always looked gorgeous. He ripped off his polo shirt and pants. “Ravish me, faggot. Worship my huge muscles. Ravish my cock. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you!” I was dumbfounded. Here was Alex, who had just fucked a hot girl the night before, wanting me to ravish and worship his muscles. Then he was going to fuck me. I leaped up off the bed and started fondling his body.

He stood before the mirror in the bedroom, looking at his body as I felt his muscles, kissed his muscles and fondled his cock. I just loved talking about Alex’s body and I talked about every muscle, how big is was, how strong it was, how beautiful it was, what a stud he was. Alex looked at his body as I talked, flexing his muscles as I felt them and ravished them. His cock got harder and harder. Alex started panting as I talked and felt and kissed. His cock was now rock hard. He picked me up and threw me on the bed. Then he jammed his cock into my ass and started fucking me furiously, thrusting his hips back and forth and smashing his cock into my ass with every thrust. I groaned in pleasure as I felt his huge muscles throbbing with power. After a few minutes of this furious fucking, Alex started moaning louder. Then he pulled his cock out of my ass and came all over my body, spurting jism after jism of cum all over my face, my chest and my abs. He held on to his cock for another minute, moaning with pleasure as he fondled the sensitive end of his cock. “Great fuck,” he said as he fondled his huge weapon. “You get me so turned on, faggot. I fucked that chick four times last night. She said they were the best fucks she ever had. But I didn’t get turned on the way I get turned on with you. You are really into my body. You’re really into my muscles. I guess I’m into my muscles too, and I love it when you talk about them and feel them and tell me how big and hard and strong they are. That really turns me on. Girls don’t do that stuff.”

I reached up and touched his arm. He looked at me touching him and said, “Oh yeah, it was okay for you to ravish me because I went up to 251 pounds. I gained another three pounds of muscle. That’s another thing. I wanna get huge and you want me to get huge too. I want huge muscles and you love huge muscles. Tammy thought I was perfect the way I am. Well, I’m not perfect. I want to get bigger! I wanna get huge!” I nodded my head as he flexed his arm as I held on to his huge muscle. “She wants to have my kid. She wants me to fuck her all the time so she gets pregnant. No rubbers. She wanted tons of cum up her vagina and I really gave her tons of it. She was dripping with cum. Her vagina was sore by the time I finished fucking her. I have tons of endurance and I can go for hours. She’s going to give me a paper that says I don’t have to pay for her kid. She’s got lots of money. She’s gonna make sure her kid is a boy. She can’t wait to have a kid that looks like me. I think I’m gonna get a lot of business from that girl.” He smiled and stroked his big cock. “She wanted me to move in with her, but I said I had a roommate and I didn’t want to break the lease. A little fib, but I wanna stay here and have you worship me and ravish me and cook me good food and give me fantastic fucks after your ravishing. I’ll make her get real horny for my big body and my big dick, kinda make her want me all the time. Then I’ll fuck her when I feel like it. Sort of keep her on the edge of desire.” Alex rubbed his hand over his huge chest and his washboard abs. “You go cook breakfast, faggot. I’m gonna take a shower.”

 

Part 7

So Alex and I were roommates, with me doing all the work and Alex building up his already huge muscles. And Alex was my boss, going out with Tammy, fucking the brains out of her, and telling me what to do. He moved in to his big new cubicle and rapidly became an expert at what we did at the agency. He came up with great ideas, the kind of ideas that would appeal to younger people, and he worked with his team, all old people like me in their mid to late 20’s, to develop his ideas. He was a cocky, arrogant young man and he was an aggressive boss, but he was a good leader. When you looked at him you just couldn’t help doing what he wanted. He had a magnetic personality. And that especially applied to me. Alex was my master and I was his slave. He hadn’t gotten his first paycheck yet, so I bought his food, I bought his supplements and he borrowed my car all the time. He just told me to do something and I did it, like people always did exactly as he ordered. It was like it was the natural order of things. Alex was the boss and people just did what he wanted. It had probably been this way for Alex since he was a child, a big muscular boy who always got what he wanted from the weak little kids.

The weekend came and Alex told me he was going to buy a new car. My little Toyota Corolla wasn’t good enough for him. He wanted a muscle car, a muscle car for a muscle stud, a Ford Mustang convertible with the biggest V-8 engine they had. I dreamed that he was going to cruise the streets in his muscle car, wearing nothing but a skimpy wife beater with his big arm hanging down from the window. And hopefully I was going to be in the car with him as he showed off his new car and his huge body to the world. I drove Alex to the dealership and we looked at all the hot Mustangs they had. They had one model, a red Shelby special Mustang, with the biggest engine, the coolest wheels, a 500 amp MP3 stereo system, and the finest black leather seats I had ever seen.

“This is my ride,” said Alex confidently as he sat in the driver’s seat looking at all the cool gauges and buttons. Alex took the car on a test drive with the salesman. When they returned, the salesman said, “You look real good in this car, sir. This car was made for a man like you.” I marveled at how the salesman was calling this 18 year old kid “sir.” I never got called “sir” by any salesman in my life. But Alex was a “sir” He was a man.

Alex made a deal to buy the car. The car was way more expensive than something I could afford, but Alex was making three times what I made. And he wanted the fucking car. Alex always gets what he wanted. But then the dealer ran a credit check on Alex. “Gee I’m sorry sir, but your credit isn’t good enough to buy this car. I didn’t realize you were so young. You look so much older, so big and strong and mature. You need to build some credit before you buy a new car like this. You should be an old used car, sir.”

Alex calmly smiled and flexed his forearm on the salesman’s desk. “You see this little faggot standing here? I’m makin’ three times what this little faggot is makin’ ‘cause I’m a rainmaker. I brought in more business in one day than that little faggot brought in in five years. I’m his boss too. He does whatever I want. This little faggot’s going to be signing the paperwork with me as a co-signer. I’m gonna use his credit. Ain’t that right, faggot?” I looked at the car and then I looked at Alex. He was staring at me with a look that said, “I own you, faggot.”

I looked at the salesman and said, “Yes, that’s right.” I could probably barely qualify to buy the car, but I thought I would qualify. I hoped Alex was planning to make all the payments with his big salary. But even if he wasn’t, he owned me and everything that came with me, like my credit.

The salesman was stunned that Alex had called me a faggot and not gay, and even more so that I didn’t complain. He could see that Alex completely controlled me. He could see that Alex was straight – only a macho straight guy would have the nerve to call me a faggot rather than gay. Even though Alex was straight, he controlled a little wimp gay guy who obviously worshipped his body. The salesman grinned. We filled out the paperwork.

Alex drove away in his new car with the top down, with me following him from behind. He took off his shirt so he was riding shirtless in his new convertible. He hung his left arm down from the window, just like I had hoped he would. He really loved his new car and he drove it around town, with me following him from behind. I didn’t want to follow closely behind him, but I wanted to see the admiring looks Alex and his new car got. As he drove, people looked and couldn’t take their eyes off Alex and his car. Some girls threw him kisses and he got a lot of envious looks from guys. Alex was a stud and his car was a stud too.

We went into a kind of bad part of town, with me still following a block behind Alex. A couple of girls waved at him and he stopped. They came over and started talking to him and I could see one of them feeling his arm. Then they got in the car and felt the leather and listened to his stereo. Meanwhile, I had gotten out of my car and was standing on the sidewalk, looking at Alex and his car and kind of fumbling around.

Then I heard some noise and turned around. There were three guys coming towards me, kind of stumbling down the sidewalk. They were obviously drunk. They looked like biker types, big chests and big bellies with tattoos all over their arms. They were all in the 30’s I guessed. They were all over six feet tall and probably weighed about 250. The were big and intimidating. I kind of froze as they got near me. “Fuck, what’s this,” said one of the men. “A little fag boy, just standing here next to his car. What happened faggot? Your car break down on you? Ya know, this ain’t a good neighborhood for faggots. You shouldn’t be driving around here, should he boys? ‘Cause you might run into guys like us who love to smash little faggots like you.” He came up and grabbed me by my shirt. Then he punched me hard in the gut and I fell to the sidewalk. “Aw, you’re such a puny little faggot. Get up boy. You need more punishment.” One of his friends dragged me up to my feet and held me. Then the leader smashed me in the gut and the chest. His blows were so hard I thought he was going to break my bones. I would have collapsed, but his friend was holding me up. “Smash his face,” said his friend. “Break every bone in his fucking faggot face.” The leader pulled back his fist, ready to smash me into oblivion.

Then I heard a loud yell. “What the fuck are you doing, motherfucker?” It was Alex, running towards us. The guy holding on to me dropped me on my feet as he saw Alex’s huge body coming towards us. The leader still made a fist, but he didn’t punch me. He too was looking at Alex, not quite comprehending how huge and muscular he was. Alex got up to us and yelled at the leader, “I said what the fuck are you doing, cocksucker!”

The guy looked at Alex and said. “We’re fucking up a little faggot. We love to fuck up faggots. Hey, you wanna punch? Punch his faggot gut. He’s a weak little faggot wimp. He deserves to get fucked up.”

Alex made a fist and pulled back his arm. The guy looked at Alex’s huge arm and his huge fist. He grinned with a look that said “he’s gonna smash this faggot into pulp.” Alex flexed his arm and the thug’s eyes bulged as he saw all the muscle. Then Alex smashed his fist into the leader’s chest, instantly breaking two rib bones. The thug fell to the ground, holding his broken chest. One of the other thugs yelled, “Holy shit!” and he started to run, but Alex grabbed his shirt and smashed his chin, breaking it into pieces. He fell to the ground. The other thug stood there stunned. Alex smashed his fist into his fat stomach. His huge strong muscles drove that fist deep into the thug’s stomach, all the way to his backbone. He keeled over in pain.

“Pick ‘em up,” he said to me. So I picked up the last thug. I was barely able to hold him up. Alex smashed him again, once in the chest where I could hear bones breaking, and once in the face, breaking his cheekbones. Then I picked up the next guy and Alex wrapped his huge arms around his chest and squeezed. Alex’s huge lats flared out and all the breath gushed out of his lungs. Alex squeezed harder. His big muscular arms bulged into the thug’s fat chest. Then I could hear the guy’s ribs breaking, one after another. Alex kept squeezing until we had heard at least eight breaks. Then he threw the biker on the ground. I picked up the leader, the thug who had smashed me, and Alex said to me “Whaddya want me to do to him. You pretend you’re me. You pretend you have muscles as big and strong as mine. What would you do to him?”

I thought for a moment and said. “I’d take my huge right arm and break both of his arms. Then he couldn’t punch anybody.” Alex grabbed the guy’s right arm, bent down and put the thug’s elbow on his huge upper leg. The thug’s arm was covered with tattoos. It was big, fat and gross. Then Alex lifted his huge gun with an open hand and he smashed his big callused hand through the guy’s upper arm bone, breaking it in two. It hung disconnected from the rest of his body. Then he took the guy’s other gross tatooed arm, held it with his left hand and smashed his huge open right hand through his forearm, smashing both bones.

“Your wish is granted,” he said as he flexed his arms in the thug’s face. He threw the thug on the ground. “You should pick on people your own size,” he said. “You should pick on someone like me. I probably weigh about the same as you, so I’m your size. But I’m all muscle. Now you know what it’s like to get fucked up by someone who’s way bigger and way stronger than you are. Kick ‘em in the balls faggot and let’s get outta here.” I kicked each of the thugs in his balls drawing screams of agony from my former tormentors. I relished my power over the former bullies. Alex put his big hand on my shoulder and said “Bad neighborhood.” Then I walked and Alex swaggered to our cars while the thugs writhed in pain on the ground. We drove away, with Alex my protector driving his hot new car right in front of me.

We got home and I thanked Alex for saving me. He patted me on the shoulder and said, “Well, it’s not fair for three big straight guys to fuck up a little faggot like you. I’ve always been the biggest guy in my class, but I never bullied little guys. Oh yeah, if they didn’t do something I told them to do maybe they’d get their arm twisted or feel a little punch in the gut. But that was pretty rare. Usually people just did what I told them to do. They’d just look at my muscles and do it. There’s no reason to just pick on little guys, even if they’re faggots. And hey, even though you’re a faggot you’re not a bad guy.” I smiled and hugged Alex’s huge torso. This was the closest thing to a compliment I had ever received from him.

For the next several weeks, we had a pretty regular schedule. Alex worked out every weekday and on Saturdays, one body part at a time. His genetics were so good that he only worked out about an hour a day, but he still put on muscle like crazy. I went to the gym as much as he would let me, but mainly I came right home to cook a huge dinner for him. All the good food I was cooking and all the supplements he was taking was adding tons of muscle to his body. In a month, he went from 240 to 275, all solid muscle. All his lifts went up too. He was lots stronger than he was before, benching 600, squatting 775 and leg pressing 1,800 pounds. Alex was super strong. And he never put on any fat.

I asked him once how he could gain so much muscle and never put on any fat and he simply said it was genetics. “I guess I don’t have the genes to put on fat. I only have genes to put on muscle. I remember when I was eight years old I had a six pack and I had big muscles in my chest and in my legs. My arms were pretty big too for a kid. I asked my mom why I had so much muscle while all my friends were either skinny as twigs or covered with fat. I felt kind of weird being so much different from my friends, with a six pack and little bulging muscles. I remember my mom said ‘You are blessed, Alex.’ And when I got to be a teenager I realized I really was blessed. I went through puberty really early, like 11 years old, and by age 12 just exercising for sports had put lots of muscle on my body. I started lifting at 13 and my weight started zooming up, and ever ounce was muscle. When I started high school I was already one of the biggest and strongest kids in the school. And I just kept putting on muscle. I wanted to get big and I did it. And I put on nothing but muscle, no fat. Yeah, I’m blessed.”

Alex dated Tammy about three times a week, fucking her wildly every time and every morning after those dates he wanted me to ravish his body and fuck me in the ass. He always said he liked fucking me better than he liked fucking Tammy because I turned him on so much. He was gaining weight so fast that we didn’t play the five pound game anymore. He liked me ravishing his body - it really turned him on so I could ravish him as much as I wanted. Sometimes he would look at his huge body in the mirror as I ravished him. He loved his body to be worshipped by puny little me. And I did it every night when he wasn’t dating Tammy. He also let me sleep in the bed with him. Of course I knew never to tell anyone about this. I mean, how would it look for a straight guy and a gay guy to be sleeping in the same bed? But then Alex and I were lovers. He would never admit that. He would say that I was just servicing his massive cock, worshipping his body and servicing his cock, getting him all turned on so he could fuck my face or fuck my ass. But I kissed him and he kissed me back. He would say that was all part of getting him turned on. But we kissed each other all the time as we got ready for Alex’s hot orgasms. We never gave anyone the notion this was going on. Neither of us let on to anyone that Alex was fucking me nightly. Or that I was cumming as I felt his huge body and cock.

Alex still called me a faggot boy when we had sex together. And I kind of got used to that. That was just part of our relationship. I was the faggot boy servicing my huge jock muscle stud master. And I loved it. But when we were out in public, he started calling me John or something like “the little wimp here.” He didn’t call me a faggot anymore except when I was ravishing his body and we were having sex.

He drove around in his hot car, sometimes picking up a girl and then fucking her. Alex loved to fuck. After he got his first big paycheck, he made his first car payment and he started buying his own supplements. He paid me back for the clothes, the supplements I bought, and the $300 loan. But I bought all the food. After all, I was his cook. And he didn’t pay any rent. So he was still able to save some money. We bought some new clothes to accommodate his 35 pounds of added muscle. He needed bigger shirts and he needed pants with more room for his massive thighs. Even the big and tall men’s store was having trouble finding clothes big enough to fit over Alex’s huge muscles. His neck was an inch bigger, now at 22 inches. He had put two inches of muscle on arms. They were 22 inches cold and they pumped up to 24-1/2 rock hard inches of rippling muscle. His chest had gained four inches of muscle, measuring 56 inches and pumping up to 60. His old shirts couldn’t hold his huge bulging pecs and his wide thick lats and shoulders, so he need new bigger shirts. His thighs had gained two inches of solid muscle, now measuring 35 inches while his waist had remained at a rock hard 33 inches. His thighs were two inches bigger than his waist! Alex was huge. He was a stud.

I was in the gym with him one day and I noticed a poster on the wall. It was a poster for the statewide amateur Mr. Texas bodybuilding and powerlifting contest that was going to be held the next week in our city. There was the Teenage bodybuilding contest, the Men’s bodybuilding contest and then the Powerlifting contest. There were several weight classes, with the heaviest weight class being the Super Heavyweight class for men weighing over 225 pounds. At 275 pounds, Alex was a true Super Heavyweight. And he was always in contest shape, with absolutely no fat on his huge muscular body. I pointed to the poster and said, “Alex, you ought to enter the contest. You could enter the Teens, the Men’s and the Powerlifting. And I bet you’d win ‘em all! You’d be Mr. Texas!”

Alex looked at me and kind of frowned. “I’ve never been in a bodybuilding contest before. In fact, I’ve never even been to a bodybuilding contest. I don’t know shit about it. All I know is that they wear tiny Speedos and pose in front of people. I could do the powerlifting contest, but I’m not sure about the bodybuilding part.”

I looked at Alex’s blue eyes and grabbed his shoulders. “Alex, bodybuilding is easy when you look like you do. People are looking at your body, at your muscles. They want to see how big your muscles are and how symmetrical and well proportioned your body is. I’ve been to a few contests and I’ve seen these guys pose. At six feet two inches tall and 275 pounds of pure muscle, you’re a winner.”

Alex was silent for a moment. “Well, I don’t know.” Then I got an idea. “Here’s what we’ll do in the next week. I’ll buy a couple of DVDs of bodybuilding contests. We’ll play ‘em together and then we’ll work out a posing routine for you. We’ll buy you a little Speedo. I’ll buy some tanning oil to give your skin a golden tan - not too dark, just right. You’ll be beautiful Alex. You’ll be like a fucking god! I wanna ravish a fucking god!”

Alex grinned. He always liked looking at his body in the mirror. Why not let other people see how huge and muscular he was. “Okay, John. You got a deal. I’m going to call you my manager. You’re my bodybuilding manager.”

I filled out the applications, one for the Teenage Super Heavyweight, one for the Men’s Super Heavyweight and one for the Powerlifting Super Heavyweight. I personally brought the applications to the manager of the competition. He looked at me and then at the applications. “I hope you’re not Alex Johnson,” he said as he looked at my scrawny body. I told him I was Alex’s manager. He nodded. “I’ve never heard of Alex Johnson before. Usually a Super Heavyweight has been in a lot of other contests, like the Middleweight, the Light Heavyweight and the Heavyweight, before he becomes a Super Heavyweight. Are you sure this Alex Johnson exists?”

I grinned. “Oh yeah. He exists. He’s gonna win all three contests.”

The guy kind of sneered. “Oh yeah. Right.” He took the entry forms and the application fees, which I gleefully paid. Alex was entered.

Part 8

I went online and found a bodybuilding site where I bought two contest DVDs, a tiny yellow posing suit -size 33 waist - and some tanning oil. I got the stuff shipped FedEx and it arrived two days later. So we had five days to prepare for the contest. I also told everybody at the office that Alex was competing and they all were thrilled. They promised to come and root for him. They couldn’t believe how much muscle he had put on and how good he looked. He told Tammy too and she promised to come and root. We were all thrilled that Alex was competing. I know many of the girls and some of the guys couldn’t wait to see Alex in a tiny little speedo. They had seen his arms and sometimes his pecs, but now they were going to get to see his whole body. Something I got to see all the time. I was so lucky!

Alex and I looked at the DVD’s to check out the poses. “You pick the poses, John, because you faggot boys know what makes a muscle stud look great. You’re so into muscles you know what looks good. I’ll pick the music.” Alex picked out a song that I had heard on the radio that was very popular with high school kids. I can’t even remember the name of it, but it did have a good beat. I was his choreographer. I planned his routine so it would go with the music and I picked poses that would show how big Alex’s muscles were yet how graceful and symmetrical he was. I knew every one of Alex’s muscles better than I knew my own muscles. I knew the striations of his pecs and how big they bulged. I knew his huge triceps, every bulge and contour of his those enormous muscles. I had felt all of his muscles. I had licked all of his muscles. I had kissed all his muscles. I knew exactly how his biceps bulged and peaked. I knew exactly how his gigantic quads and calves looked both flexed and unflexed, huge masses of pure muscle. I knew his delts, his lats, his abs, his butt. I had felt and licked and kissed all of his muscles. I knew everything about Alex’s muscles. I was the perfect choreographer.

We practiced every day for an hour, right after dinner, right before our hot sex. The posing got both of us real turned on for sex. Alex was a fast learner and he picked up the routine very quickly. He also learned the various compulsory poses that the judges made you do. I watched and gave him pointers, how to make his muscles look bigger, better, sexier. He got a haircut. His hair looked beautiful. Black, cut short, it was gorgeous. And his face was so handsome, with his blue eyes, strong jaw and beautiful cheekbones. He was such a total stud.

We tried on the little yellow posing suit. It fit Alex’s waist just fine, but his huge legs could barely fit through the leg holes. I was sure that none of the other contestants who had size 33 waists had legs that were two inches bigger than their waists. The other problem was that Alex’s cock was so large that it was very visible under the tiny suit. He had to move his cock so it was pointing to the side. Otherwise it would poke up through the top or push down and make a big tent below. And I knew that if Alex got an erection, that huge cock would try to bust through the suit by its brute force. I was hoping that Alex wouldn’t get an erection on stage. But Alex looked fantastic in his posing suit. You could see his shredded butt muscles and the lower part of his washboard abs and his awesome oblique muscles that pointed right at his cock. He looked great. However, when he looked at his body in the mirror, he usually did get an erection. He liked what he saw - his body was gorgeous - and of course I was always praising his muscles. He always got turned on when I worshipped his muscles. As we watched his body in the mirror, his cock would grow and bulge under his little posing suit. I told him, “Well Alex, if you do get an erection, the people will see that you’re a real man in every possible way.” He laughed.

The contest was on a Saturday. It was in an auditorium with a stage and seating. The powerlifting contest was first. They had put the bench, the squat rack and the weights on stage for the competition. After it was over, they would remove the weights and we would have the teenage bodybuilding contest and then the men’s bodybuilding contest. After we got to the contest site, we found out that Alex was the only bodybuilder who had entered the powerlifting contest. The other powerlifters weren’t bodybuilders. They were all too chunky or too fat. They had muscle but they didn’t have the great symmetry and proportions that a bodybuilder needs. And the bodybuilders had some nice looking muscles but they weren’t very strong. They knew they couldn’t compete in strength with the powerlifters. So Alex was the only guy who was going to do both. He was both buffed and strong.

Alex had put on his tiny yellow posing suit underneath his green workout shorts. He was wearing his white wife beater and his green shorts, just like he did when he was taking a workout at the gym. I was carrying his tanning oil and some towels to wipe his skin. We walked in the door and all eyes immediately focused on Alex. Nobody had ever seen him before at either a powerlifting contest or a bodybuildng contest. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. A beautiful, huge, muscular stud that was easily the biggest, most muscular guy in the room. We went over to the powerlifting official and gave him Alex’s name. “Jeez, you don’t look like a teen. Gimme your driver’s license. I wanna see some proof.” Alex handed the official his drivers license, showing he was only 18, not even 19 which would have been permitted. The guy looked at the license and then at Alex’s face several times. “Unbelievable,” he said. Then he handed the license back. “Okay, here’s how it works. We’re gonna do benches first, then squats, then deadlifts” We keep going up in weight. So the little guys will start off with the lighter poundages and then they’ll get to their limit and they’ll be out as we go up. You big guys can start any time. But if you miss your first lift, you’re out. So start at a poundage you know you can lift. You need a couple warmups anyway. You got that Mr. Johnson?” Alex nodded and said “Yeah, I got that.”

All of the lifters were wearing t-shirts except Alex, who was wearing his revealing wife beater. Some of them had long sweatpants too. Alex was the only lifter who showed off his body with is wife beater and workout shorts. I’m sure the lifters were glad they were wearing t-shirts after seeing Alex’s incredibly muscular body. We watched the little guys start with the bench press. They started with 135 pounds, something I could never lift but that was a feather for Alex. All of the men pressed the 135’s, so they added two 25 pound plates, making it weight 185. Alex smiled as he saw some of the men struggle with that weight. “I was benchin’ 185 in eighth grade,” he whispered in my ear. When the lifters had finished with that weight, they took off the 25’s and added two 45’s, making the bar weigh 225. Now this was getting hard for some of the lifters. “Still eighth grade,” Alex whispered as he watched the men struggle. Those who struggled were lightweights and a couple of middleweights, some in their teens and some were older ones too. One teen who looked to be about 18 like Alex couldn’t make the 225. His lift weight would be the 185. Almost all of the lifter entrants lifted this weight. Even though they could press more, they wanted to start with the 225, two plates. I asked Alex if he wanted to start. “Too fucking light,” he said. “I’ll wait for three plates.”

Then they added another 50 pounds, making the bar weigh 275. All of the lifters except Alex lifted this weight and many of them couldn’t lift it. Everyone was looking at Alex. Was he in this meet or not? They took off the two 25’s and added two 45’s, making the bar weigh 315, three big plates on each side. Now the lightweight lifters were really dropping off and some of the middleweights couldn’t lift it either. “Ninth grade,” whispered Alex. Alex was benching 315 when he was in ninth grade! When everyone had finished, Alex got under the bar and jerked it off the rack like it was a twig. He brought it down to his chest and then pressed it up so fast it was like he was lifting a toothpick. Then he did nine more quick reps. He jumped up off the bench and said “Nice little warmup.” Everyone was staring at him. Spectators in the audience began clapping. Tammy was there with some of her colleagues from Donovan Nutrition. Most of our office staff was there too, even the partner who promoted Alex. But it wasn’t just them who were clapping. Everyone was clapping for Alex. It was obvious that Alex was the star. I mean, when you’re six feet two inches and weigh 275 pounds of solid muscle, you are a star. I was so proud to be Alex’s manager.

The weight kept going up and more and more entrants were dropping out. At four plates - 405 pounds - Alex cranked out eight easy reps and only five other contestants managed to make one rep with the weight. Alex was showing everyone who the man was in the room. The other five contestants were all big fat weightlifters, in their late 20’s and 30’s, who pumped huge weights in the gym but who looked terrible. Yeah, they were big but they were fat and ugly. Alex was big, but he was muscular and beautiful. At 455, two of the other guys couldn’t make it. Alex cranked out eight reps. The audience clapped wildly as he lifted the huge weights. At five plates - 495 pounds - two more guys dropped out. Alex did six reps. It was like he was in the gym doing a chest workout. There was now raucous clapping as Alex jumped off the bench. So it now was just Alex and this huge guy in his 30’s who barely made one rep. He must have weighed 350 pounds. His waist must have been 42 inches around. “Who the fuck are you?” the guy said to Alex. “I always win these meets.” Alex looked at him, slightly flexed his pecs and said, “Now you’re a loser.”

Alex turned to me and said. “It’s getting a little warm in here.” I could see his body was starting to sweat after he had cranked out so many reps with the heavy weights. But I also knew he wanted to show off. I knew Alex very well. He reached down and pulled off his wifebeater, now revealing his huge torso for all to see. There was a gasp from the audience and then loud clapping as they saw all of his upper body. The other lifters looked at him in awe. They all had big fat waists and none of them showed any abs, while Alex’s small eight pack waist looked like a washboard of shredded muscle.

They added two 25’s to the bar, making it weigh 545. The big guy got under the bar, lifted it off the rack and lowered it to his chest. Then he pushed. But he couldn’t press it back up. The spotters had to grab it and lift it back up. He was out. His weight was 495, a pretty good weight for any man. Alex looked at the bar. “That’s a pussy weight, he said. Take off those 25’s and put on two 45’s. That’s six plates, 585 pounds.” The spotters did as they were told. Alex got on the bench. I looked at the bar and I could see it was bending from the huge amount of iron on each side. The spotters were nervous. They had never spotted someone doing a bench press with 585 pounds. They had their hands under the bar, ready to grab the weight.

Alex lowered the bar to his huge chest. His torso was so huge, with his enormous chest bulging off the bench. His butt and legs were bulging with muscle too, which meant that his tiny little waist was several inches off the bench. It was like he had two huge masses of muscle held together by his tiny but incredibly muscular waist and lower back. His pecs and arms and delts were dripping with sweat. Striations of muscle were everywhere and veins pulsated with blood under his thin skin. Then he pushed the bar up and his pecs bulged to an enormous size. Fibers of muscle almost burst his skin. The bar went up, not slowly but pretty fast. He got it to the top, locked his elbows and jammed it into the rack. There was the loudest clapping I had ever heard, with people standing in the seats and yelling and clapping. He jumped up off the bench and flexed his arms for the crowd. There was more yelling and clapping.

Then he grabbed an energy drink, a Donovan Nutrition drink that Tammy had given him. Tammy gave him a few cases of their products and Alex was drinking the drink while standing next to the 585 pound bar he had just pressed. He looked radiant in just his green workout shorts, with sweat dripping off his skin and his muscles pumped to the max. Tammy had a camera and she ran up and took some pictures of Alex drinking her drink next to the huge weights. Alex winked at her.

“Put on the 25’s,” he yelled. “I wanna see if I can do 635. That would be a record for me.” The meet manager said, “That would be a teenage record for the state of Texas. No teenager has ever benched over 600 pounds.” Alex was stoked. He wanted to set the record. So the spotters loaded the bar with the 25’s. The bar was really bending now. Seven plates on each side, six 45’s and a 25. Alex got on the bench and looked at me. I said, “You’re a stud Alex. Your muscles are way stronger than that iron. Your muscles are huge. Your muscles are stronger than shit. Push up that little weight, Alex. Push it up!” Alex was more stoked than ever. I always got him stoked. He lifted the bar off the rack and lowered it to his chest. Then his pec muscles bulged, his delts bulged and his arms bulged. All his muscles were bulging with ultimate power. He let out a loud grunt and slowly the bar went up. He got it to the top and smashed it into the rack. He jumped up off the bench and yelled “Fucking strong!” Everyone in the audience was yelling and clapping. Alex had set a new Texas teenage bench press record. Tammy came up and took a few more pictures of Alex drinking her drink next to the record setting weights. I rubbed my hard cock. Alex’s upper body was totally pumped. All his muscle fibers were bulging and were red with blood surging through the muscle. His arms were incredibly pumped, probably up to 22 inches and his chest must have measured 60 inches. Veins were popping out everywhere. Alex was a stud.

 

Part 9

Next it was time for the squats. The meet manager looked at the bar Alex had just pressed. Every weight on the stage was on that bar. He never expected anyone would be able to bench or squat or deadlift more than 635 pounds. But he looked at Alex’s huge legs and knew Alex was going to be squatting with a lot more than 635. So he quickly told one of his assistants to drive to the gym and bring back four more 45 pound plates. They needed to be ready for Alex.

They used the same procedure for the squats with the smaller guys dropping out as the weight went up. Alex didn’t even squat until there were six plates on the bar, 315 pounds. He cranked out 15 reps, warming up his huge quads. The weight kept getting heavier, with Alex taking about four reps per try. Finally it was just Alex and the huge 350 pound fat guy when the bar got to the weight of Alex’s record setting bench press, 635 pounds. The guy had huge legs, but Alex’s legs were bigger. And they were way more muscular. “You’re gonna lose again,” said Alex as he looked at the guy’s legs and then at his legs. “You’re weak.” The guy scowled. Nobody had called him weak before. But Alex could. Alex was way stronger than him. I laughed as Alex made the huge guy feel like a little girl. And I rubbed my rock hard cock.

The huge guy couldn’t squat with the 635. The meet director was right that he had originally brought enough weight for the lifters. Except that he hadn’t met Alex. “Fuckin’ pussy weight,” sneered Alex. “You’re just a little weakling. Watch what a man can do.” Alex cranked out six easy reps. “More weight. Put on way more weight.” The spotters put seven big plates plus a 25 plate on each side, making the bar weigh 725 pounds. Almost 100 pounds more than the big fat guy couldn’t lift. The crowd gasped as they heard how much weight was on the bar. Alex got under the bar and squatted down. Then his huge legs exploded and he pushed the bar up quite fast. It was like the 725 pound bar weighed 100 pounds.

When he finished, the crowd roared and clapped and Alex flex his huge thighs for them. “More weight!” he yelled at the spotters. They put eight big 45 plates on each side, making the bar weigh 765. The bar was bending so much. It was hard to believe a human being was going to try to lift a bar so heavily loaded with weights that the iron was bending. Alex got under the bar and squatted down. Sweat was pouring off his face and neck and his whole body. His neck was huge, bulging out with thick muscle on top of his huge bulging trap muscles. His pushed up with his thighs and his quads bulged with power. His calves were huge and pumped too. The bar went up and soon Alex was standing up with the 765 pounds on his huge shoulders. He racked the bar to thunderous applause.

He pointed down to the 25 pound plates. “Put those on. That’ll make it weigh 815. I’ve never squatted over 800 pounds before. This will be a record for me.” The meet manager said, “That will be a record for all teenagers in Texas. No teen has ever squatted with that much.” Alex smiled. “Well, you’re looking at him,” he said. Alex got under the bar, jerked it off the rack and lowered his body. Then he grunted and started pushing up his legs. Sweat poured out of every pore in his skin. His muscles bulged, not just in his legs but in his back, his chest, his shoulders, his traps and his arms. Every muscle in Alex’s body was pushing as he forced up the heavy weight. He slowly pushed up the weight and finally stood up straight. There he was, my idol Alex, standing straight and tall with 815 pounds of iron on his back. I could hardly wait to ravish him. He racked the bar as the crowd screamed and clapped wildly. Then he flexed his legs, those huge legs that squatted with over 200 pounds more than the next biggest guy in the competition. Alex was a god.

Well, needless to say, Alex won the deadlift competition too, deadlifting nine plates on each side, 855 pounds. I mean, how can someone lift 855 pounds off the ground? That’s like lifting five men all at once with the machine like muscles in your incredibly muscular back. Alex’s total poundage for the three lifts was 2,305 pounds, a Texas record. Alex was incredibly strong. I thought about what Alex’s phenomenally strong chest and legs and back could do on a football field. He would just mow over his competition with his incredible size and strength. My mind was wondering as I saw Alex flex his muscles for the crowd as all his competitors stood there and looked at him in awe. The crowd was clapping and yelling as Alex smiled like the conquering hero he was.

Then I remembered that the bodybuilding contest was starting right away. The spotters were already removing the weights from the stage. I tapped Alex on his huge shoulder and said, “Let’s go. We have to get ready for the bodybuilding contest.” He nodded his head, waved to the crowd and went with me to the side of the stage where the bodybuilding competitors were warming up. We walked in and everybody turned and looked at Alex. They had heard all the clapping and now they were seeing what everyone was clapping about. Their mouths dropped open.

The lightweight teenage competitors were all ready to start. They were oiled with tanning oil and all pumped up from the light dumbbells backstage. They looked like little shrimps next to Alex. He outweighed them by over 125 pounds. They looked at this huge teenager in total shock. Then they took the stage to do the mandatory poses.

Luckily since Alex was a super heavyweight, we had enough time to prepare before he had to compete. He didn’t need to pump up, because his muscles were already totally pumped from the huge weights he had just lifted. He stripped off his workout shorts and was now standing in front of me in his tight yellow speedos, ready for me to apply the tanning oil. Everyone in the room was looking at Alex. His muscles were bulging. His skin was sweaty and hot. He looked incredible. He adjusted his cock so it was hidden as much as possible under the tight shorts. But you could still see how big and thick it was.

Now I got to do what I had been waiting for all day, applying the tanning oil to Alex’s huge body. I rubbed the oil into his hot skin, feeling his bulging muscles flexing and the veins coursing right under his paper thin skin. I felt like an artist working with a huge living statue, making the statue look even better to the human eye by making the skin tan. The tan skin would better show off the fibers and striations in Alex’s huge muscles. As I rubbed in the oil Alex started looking like a statue, a young Greek god. A Greek god of muscle.

I rubbed the oil everywhere, including under his speedo and on his firm round muscle butt. Alex kind of groaned as I rubbed and I thought I saw his cock getting bigger. “Don’t think those things, Alex. Your cock is getting bigger. Think of something else.” He grinned. I finished applying the oil as the middleweights had finished. Now the heavyweights competed, kids that were still over 50 pounds lighter than Alex. They were big kids, big football player types with lots of muscle, but the looked small next to Alex. I finished rubbing in the oil and dabbed Alex’s skin with the towels. His skin looked beautiful. I thought of ourselves as artists, Alex building a huge beautiful body and me making that body look as good as it could.

Alex started lifting some of the weights that were there. They were light for him – the heaviest weight was only 40 pounds – but they did keep his muscles nice and pumped. Finally they called the super heavyweight teens. There were only three other competitors besides Alex. There weren’t very many teen bodybuilders who weighed over 225 pounds and still looked like bodybuilders. They all looked like they weighed about 230 to 240 pounds. They were big teens, but they were soft. Two of the guys were shorter than Alex and had big but flabby looking muscles. The muscles bulged under their skin, but your couldn’t see any fibers or veins. The third guy was tall, probably about six feet four inches, but he looked like an awkward basketball player. Some of his muscles were big, others were small. And he too wasn’t cut. It was hard to be cut when you weigh 235 pounds. But then there was Alex. At 275 pounds, he was 35 pounds heavier that the biggest of his competitors. And Alex was all muscle. He was so pumped from his powerlifting that his muscles were shredded and bulging. His skin looked beautiful, very tan but not too dark. You could see every fiber of muscle and all of his veins surging with blood under his cellophane-like skin.

The four competitors went onstage and there was raucous applause from the audience. There was twice as much applause as there had been for any of the other competitions. The bodybuilders did their mandatory poses and needless to say Alex looked fantastic. They headed offstage and Alex came up to me smiling. “I think they liked me,” he said, grinning. “They liked my body.” I dabbed his skin with the towel and said, “You looked great. You were so hot. Did you hear all those people screaming? They love you Alex.” Alex’s cock started to get hard under his shorts. “Ooops,” I said. “Think of your posing routine. Think of the song. Get that boner down.” He pushed his semi-hard cock to just the right place in his tiny posing trunks. But Alex was excited. That cock stayed semi-hard.

Alex was the last teen to pose. The other three contestants drew mild, polite applause from the audience. Then Alex stepped onto the stage. The place went wild. He hadn’t even started posing yet but the yelling and clapping was incredibly loud. The people loved his body. I watched his cock and I thought I could see it growing. Then his music started and he started posing his muscles. A double bicep flex. A lat pose. A flex of his huge legs. A side chest shot. An abs pose. The people were going wild, screaming and clapping as Alex hit pose after pose, showing off his incredible muscles. He turned around and hit a double biceps pose from the back, then a lat pose. When he turned back to the front, I could see his huge hard cock was almost poking out of his yellow posing suit. He hit a most muscular pose and the crowd was standing, stomping their feet and yelling and screaming. He finished with a double biceps pose, with his pumped up 24-1/2 inch guns proudly displaying their huge muscularity, his lats spread as wide as the lats of two ordinary men, his huge bowling ball shoulders flaring down to his washboard waist and narrow hips, and his gigantic legs flexing like big oak trees. His neck was thick and commanding and his face looked beautiful, with his blue eyes, dark hair and strong jaw and chin. The people were going wild. This excited Alex even more. The head of his big cock pushed through the tiny yellow posing suit. Alex was a man. All man. I think the screams of the girls and some of the guys were even louder as they saw Alex’s huge cock as well as his fantastic body.

The applause kept up even after Alex left the stage. It was like he had taken over the show. He came up to me and said, “That was fun. They really like me.” He pushed his cock down, trying to get it under the suit. “You were awesome,” I said as I dabbed his skin with the towel. Well, Alex won the teen super heavyweight contest, the overall teen contest, the men’s super heavyweight contest and the overall men’s contest. Alex won every contest they had. He was Mr. Teen Texas and Mr. Texas. Plus he was the Texas powerlifting champion. I was so proud of Alex.

When the contest was over, lots of people came backstage to get close to Alex. There were photographers, there were girls, there were guys, probably a lot of gay guys who wanted to get as close as they could to Alex. And then there were the product people, people who sold products to guys who wanted to put on muscle, companies like Donovan Nutrition that made a fortune in the muscle building industry. Tammy was there with her colleagues. There were also representatives from about six other companies, selling everything from protein powders and drinks to fat burners to energy drinks.

They started pushing up close to Alex. “Alex, I want you to endorse our product! We’ll pay you a lot of money. You’re gonna be world famous. Please Alex, endorse our product!” Alex grabbed me around my shoulders and held me next to him. He spoke up in a very loud voice. “This is my manager John. You can talk to John about me endorsing your products. But I can tell you this right now. You all have to use Wendel Advertising as your advertising agency. You pay me to endorse your product and you use Wendel Advertising to sell it. John and I work for Wendel. You have to use us.”

So Alex posed for pictures and talked to his adoring fans, while I talked to the company people. Tammy agreed to send all her business to Wendel if Alex endorsed her product. She threw out a number for the endorsement and I doubled it. She didn’t agree right away, and while she was thinking, several other companies not only agreed to use Wendel but to pay an even greater price for Alex’s endorsement than I had asked from Tammy. So she finally agreed. And she demanded, privately in my ear, that she had to keep getting fucked by Alex. I nodded my head. In all, I made oral agreements - to be confirmed in writing - with eight companies for a huge amount of money in endorsements and all their advertising going to Wendel. What a fantastic day.

After about an hour of Alex posing and talking to fans and me talking to the company people we finally left the meet. We got in Alex’s new car and drove slowly out of the parking lot as people were staring at Alex’s huge body sitting next to little wimpy me and at his gigantic arm hanging out the window. His skin still looked tan. We had agreed that he was going to fuck the shit out of me while looking at his hot tan muscles in the mirror. I could hardly wait. I told him about the deals I had made and he grinned. “You’re my manager, John. You’re gonna get a third of everything I make from the endorsements. I wouldn’t have been in this contest if you hadn’t prodded me. I would never had made all this money if it weren’t for you.” I hugged Alex’s torso and said, “Thank you Alex. We’re like partners.” Alex nodded.

The next day at the office, we told the partner about the deals we had made at the contest. This was more work than Wendel Advertising had ever gotten. It was going to double the size of the company. All the people who went to the contest were swooning over Alex. He proudly flexed his muscles for them and even took off his shirt and gave them his posing routine so they could see his torso up close. They clapped as loudly as they had the day before. After a few minutes, the partner came up and called everyone’s attention. He explained the huge amount of business that Alex had just brought in. Then he said, “We’ve decided to make Alex a Partner and we’ve decided to make John a Director and Alex’s personal assistant. Let’s give them a hand.” Everyone started clapping wildly. I couldn’t believe that Alex was now going to be a Partner and I was going to be a Director. That was the position that Alex used to have. I was going to make what Alex was making and now Alex was going to get huge money as a Partner. Both Alex and I were grinning like little eight graders. Alex had become the biggest rainmaker in the firm’s history. No doubt the partners were afraid that if they didn’t treat him right, he might take off and join a competitor. And they realized that I was a key part of Alex’s success. So they promoted both of us.

Alex moved into his huge Partner office and I moved in to my big Director cubicle next door. We signed the written contracts with all the companies and the business started pouring in. Alex posed for pictures using the products he was endorsing and pretty soon his pictures were all over the muscle magazines. Everyone wanted to talk to this powerful 18 year old. Magazines were now calling for interviews and more pictures. It was wild. And the checks came rolling in.

Tammy got pregnant with a baby boy that she was going to call Alex. Alex bought two condominiums on the top floor of a beautiful high rise building. One condo was his and one condo was mine. We each had half the floor. The views were spectacular. There was a wall of solid mirror in each of our bedrooms so Alex could see his huge muscles flex as I ravished his muscles and he fucked the shit out of me. We both left our doors unlocked, and almost every night Alex came over or I’d go over to his place and he fucked me several times as I worshipped his body and we both came again and again.. He always came over for a huge breakfast and dinner which I cooked for him. He gained another 25 pounds of muscle and weighed 300 pounds, all shredded, rock hard muscle. He was huge. He had reached his goal of getting big. He was the biggest, studliest teenager in Texas, probably the whole United States. Sometimes he’d have a date - he still liked to fuck girls - but after the date he always came over to my condo to get his real fuck, the fuck of his little muscle ravishing faggot boy.

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