Young Alpha Meets Faggot (mt)

I had just finished my junior year in college, majoring in computer science. My father had just started working for a small engineering company in a new city and I was home for summer vacation. The company was owned by a man who had immigrated to the U.S. from Germany when he was a teenager. He had been very successful and there were now over 200 people working for him.

There was a company picnic in July at a park in the town. Being new to the town I decided to join my parents at the picnic and learn more about the situation in the town. I am a 21 year old nerd. I had always been a nerd, a total wimp. I'm short and skinny and not good looking at all. You might even say ugly And I'm gay too. I kind of wanted to see if there were any other gay guys around who might be interested in talking to a wimpy gay guy like me. I was talking to a couple of young guys and I saw a new black Porsche convertible drive up. As the car drove closer I could see a huge muscular arm hanging out the window. I gulped as I saw that arm. It was huge. The car parked right next to the employee cars. The employees, including my dad, were driving old Toyotas and Hondas and this car was a brand new Porsche. The driver's door opened and my eyes bulged out of my head. There was a boy driving that car, a beautiful boy, about 16 years old. He was tall, had blond hair cut really short. He had very high and wide cheekbones and a strong jaw. His face was drop dead gorgeous. His clear blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. And he had the most incredible body I had ever seen. He was wearing a tank top. His shoulders were very wide. The muscles on his shoulders looked like cannonballs. His arms were huge. All his muscles were big and they were shredded. I could see fibers of muscle and veins on his shoulders and arms. He was very tan, like he was out in the sun all the time. His pec muscles bulged out, pushing his tank top out from his huge chest. His lats flared down from his wide shoulders to narrow hips. I stared at him in total awe. I was a gay guy in total awe of muscles and this kid was my absolute dream. I had never seen a more beautiful or muscular boy in my life. One of the guys saw me looking and said, "That's the boss's son, Hans. I think he's 16 now. He's gotten real big the last couple of years. Plays football in high school. I hear he's fucked every hot girl in the school." I nodded as I looked at this young Adonis who strutted, actually swaggered, towards the picnic. I was overwhelmed. This boy was incredibly good looking, had the biggest buffest muscles I had ever seen and was rich. This boy had everything. My cock was rock hard.

As the kid strutted up to us a couple of young girls ran up to him. "Hey, Hans . What's up? You've gotten so big!" yelled one of the girls. Hans smiled and flexed his arm. "Yeah, real big. Gained 50 pounds of muscle since Christmas. I'm the biggest and strongest kid on the whole football team. Feel the muscle ladies." The girls immediately started feeling Hans's huge arm, feeling the rock hard bicep muscle and the football sized tricep muscle. They also ran their dainty hands over his huge shoulders and thick traps. They were gasping with sexual lust. Hans pulled up his tanktop and ran his hand over his abs. "Like a fuckin' washboard. Hard as a fuckin' rock." he said. Instantly the girls ran their little hands over Hans's abs as he checked out the girls. He wanted the best. Hans looked at the most gorgeous girl there and said, "I wanna fuck you, girl. My cock's just as big as my muscles. I know you wanna get fucked by a big muscle stud like me. Gimme your phone number." The girl's eyes got wide. She reached into her purse, grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down her phone number and handed it to Hans. My mouth dropped open. Never in my life had I heard a guy just tell a girl he wanted to fuck her in the first sentence he said to her. God, he was so confident! And the girl gave him her phone number. She wanted Hans to fuck her! Then another girl gave Hans her phone number and another one did too. They all wanted to be fucked by this young alpha stud. Hans gave the numbers back to them. "Only the best for me," he said as he reached down and kissed the good looking girl, rubbing his hand on her cunt. The girl was panting, feeling his muscles and kissing him with lust. She could hardly wait for Hans to fuck her. I had never seen such an alpha man.

I was staring at Hans so hard, watching his muscles flex, looking at his beautiful face, looking at how he completely controlled the girls. He looked over at me. I couldn't stop staring at him. I didn't look away like the other guys did. All I wanted to do is look at Hans. He kind of sneered and then he gave me the finger. Then he walked over to me!

"Whaddya lookin' at, wimp?" he said. I stammered, "Err, I was looking at you. You've got a fantastic body." He looked at me, my scrawny little nerd body, and said, "Yeah, I do don't I." He flexed his right arm in front of my face. I froze. I had never seen that much muscle in my life. And that muscle was only six inches from my eyes. My eyes got so wide and my cock almost burst out of my shorts. Hans looked down and saw the bulge. "You're a fuckin' faggot, aren't you boy. You're a fuckin' ugly little faggot." I nodded sheepishly. I was gay, but if Hans wanted to call me a ugly faggot he could call me an ugly faggot. There was nothing I could do about it. "You wanna feel this muscle, faggot? You wanna feel how big and hard it is?" I gulped. "Yes," I said. I started reaching up to feel that huge mountain of muscle but he batted my hand away. He looked at me sternly. "Yes, what, faggot?" I looked at him not knowing what he meant. "You're so fucking dumb," he said. "Fucking stupid. Ugly and dumb! You say yes SIR when you're talking to me. You're a puny little faggot and I'm a man. You say sir to a man, faggot. You ain't shit, faggot. You say sir to a man. So say it, faggot." I looked at his beautiful blue eyes as he sneered at me and said "Yes SIR. I want to feel your muscle, sir." He put down his arm and said "You worthless piece of shit. You gotta earn it, faggot. Go get me a beer." They were checking IDs when they handed out beers and luckily I was 21. "Uh but I don't think you're 21." He looked at me furiously. "You don't talk back, faggot. When I tell you to get me a beer you get me a beer. Look at my fuckin' muscles. They're ten times bigger than yours and ten times stronger too. Yeah, I'm only 16 but I'm a man and you're a fuckin' worthless ugly faggot! So go get it!" I looked at his huge body and said, "Yes sir."

I got two beers, one for him and one for me, and brought them back. He looked at the beers and said, "I didn't say you could have a beer, faggot! Give 'em to me!" I handed him both beers. He glugged one of them down in about five huge swallows and handed me the empty glass. Then he started drinking the other beer. "No beers for faggots," he said. "You might get drunk after one or two beers and fall over on your fuckin' ugly face." He took another sip as I watched his huge bicep muscle flex as he drank. Now at this point most guys would have turned around and left this young alpha stud. I mean, he was insulting me. He was calling me a faggot. He was calling me ugly. He was saying I was stupid, that I was worthless. He wouldn't let me drink a beer. Most guys would have left. But I couldn't. I had to stay there. I had to look at him. I had to watch his muscles move and flex. I had to look at his gorgeous young face. And he was talking to me! This young stud was talking to me! I was standing three feet away from the most beautiful muscle man I had ever seen and he was talking to me. No I couldn't leave.

By now there were lots of people circled around Hans. It was like he was a magnet, attracting people with his drop dead handsome face and his big muscular body. "God, you put on a lot of muscle," said one of the guys. "You weren't half as big last year." Hans flexed his lats, which sprang out like wings of a Cobra. "Yeah, I've put on 80 pounds of muscle since last year's party. I've been working out like crazy and eating like a lion. And I have great German genes. All the coaches say I've got the best genes they ever saw. I just keep getting bigger and stronger. Fuck, I can bench 450 pounds. Damn good for at 16 year old. Now I weigh 220 pounds. Next year I bet I'll be over 260. I'm gonna be huge!" He ripped off his shirt and threw it at me. I was stunned. There I was holding this young Adonis's shirt. That shirt had just come off his body! I put it to my face and smelled it. I smelled Hans's male testosterone-filled scent. I could smell his sweat. I could smell his testosterone. His shirt smelled so good. Hans sneered at me and said, "Fuckin' faggot." Then he hit a double biceps pose. "Holy shit!" yelled one of the guys. "You're already huge." Hans flexed for the admiring crowd and many people came up to feel his muscles. I wanted to touch those muscles too.

"Uh, can I touch your muscle, sir?" I said. I thought I had earned it by getting him the beer. "Fuck no faggot!" he yelled. "You ain't earned it yet. Go get me some food. Lots of meat. Tons of meat. Gotta feed these muscles." He rubbed his big arm on my face and then buried my head in his armpit. I almost creamed in my pants. I breathed in and smelled his sweat. Oh god oh god oh god, I thought to myself. His sweat smelled so good. So powerful, so manly, so alpha. I took several breaths as he pushed my face into his muscular pit. Precum was oozing out of my cock. Hans seemed to know how to completely turn me on and he was enjoying humiliating me and doing it. He let go and pushed me towards the food stand. His push was so hard I almost fell over. I stumbled on the ground and he laughed. "So fucking clumsy. A fucking dumb clumsy faggot. I bet you're gonna feel real good bringing food to a man." He then went back to talking with all the young people. They all wanted to talk to him. They all wanted to feel his muscles. It was like he owned the place. He was the alpha.

I went to the food stand and got two hot dogs and two cheeseburgers. I was hungry too but I knew Hans would be mad if he saw me eating without his permission and I didn't want to make Hans mad. He could send me to the hospital with one punch. I brought the plate to Hans. He looked down at it and yelled, "Fuck you are so stupid! Where's the fuckin' mustard? Go back and put mustard on those dogs. And mustard and mayo and the hamburger. And put on some lettuce and tomatoes too. Make yourself fucking useful!" My face was beet red. "Yes, sir," I said. "Can I eat too?" He looked at me. "Fuck no! Faggots can't eat when real men are eating. I'll tell you when you can eat. Move!" So I hurried back to the stand and put all the condiments on Hans's food. I brought it back to him and he grabbed the plate. He didn't say thank you, of course. "This is a good starter," he said. "I'll eat more later. Gotta keep these muscles fed." He flexed his pecs and lats. "Yeah, they need a lot of protein." He gobbled up the food so fast I couldn't believe it. He ate a cheeseburger in about five big bites. Then a hot dog. Then the other cheeseburger and then the last hot dog. He threw the plate at me and glugged down the last of his beer. He jammed the beer glass at me and said, "More beer. And none for you faggot." I brought back the two beers. He grabbed one and drank half of it right away. "You hold the other beer. You give it to me when I'm done with this one." He took another sip and I watched his muscular neck as he swallowed.

He finished his third beer and I gave him his fourth. I could tell he was getting a little tipsy. Then the loudspeaker came on. "Attention, attention," said the voice with a German accent. "Thank you, thank you. Hello everyone, I'm Helmut Heinrich the President of Heinrich Engineering. Thank you all for coming to the picnic. Here is my wife Gertrude. And I see my son Hans over there. Hans, come up here. Hans jammed the beer at me and headed up to the stage. He still wasn't wearing a shirt. I could hear the sounds of the audience get louder as everybody talked about Hans's big muscles and his drop dead handsome face. His father beamed with pride. Hans got up on the stage and his father gave him a big hug. His father was just as tall as Hans and looked very athletic for a man in his 40's. He also had high cheekbones and blue eyes. Very Germanic looking, just like Hans. And his mom looked very German too. Blond, blue eyed and she looked like she had been an athlete too. Yes, Hans had great genes.

Helmut looked at Hans and said, "I am so proud of Hans. He's going into his Junior year and the players on his football team have already elected him the Captain. He plays running back and linebacker and most of you know he was all-city last year. He's already gotten over 50 letters from colleges wanting him to play football for them. And he was captain of the wrestling team last year when he was only a Sophomore. And look at his body. He wrestled at 110 as a Freshman when he was 14. This year he wrestled at 156 as a Sophomore when he was 15. After the wrestling season was finished his weight shot up to 170. His muscles wanted to grow! He just turned 16 a few months ago and now he weighs 210 pounds. He's gained 100 pounds in two years! And its all muscle. I can't believe how much muscle Hans has packed on his body and he is such an incredible athlete too. He played baseball this spring and his batting average was 750. And almost all his hits were home runs. He is so strong. He has half of the major league teams wanting to draft him. I am so proud to have you as my son, Hans. He patted his son proudly on his huge shoulder. Both his parents looked proudly at their young superstud son who smiled. His handsome face was so gorgeous. His blue eyes sparkled and his bright white teeth were beautiful. His tan skin just bristled with beauty and health. The crowd was talking. What a young stud he was. I still had his shirt and I was smelling his manly fragrance. "Flex your muscles," yelled some guy. Hans smiled and hit a double biceps pose. The crowd exploded with applause and yelling. Then he hit many other poses. I just couldn't take my eyes off of him. His muscles were incredible. So big, so perfectly formed, so striated, with fibers of muscle showing everywhere and veins popping out. The crowd loved Hans. He treated me like shit but I was so happy that he actually talked to me.

Finally he finished posing and he jumped off the stage. The crowd milled around him, feeling his muscles and trying to talk to him. Hans was the center of attention of the whole picnic. Finally he got back to me and grabbed the beer out of my hand. I stared at his beautiful body and face like a puppy dog staring at his master. "Everybody loves me," he said "It's fun being an alpha. That's what my friends say I am. An alpha male. I'm superior to all the other guys. I'm a fucking alpha male. Everybody loves an alpha male." He looked at me seriously. My mouth was open as I looked at his beautiful face. "But you love me the most, don't you faggot. You love me more than any girl would love me. You're a fuckin' faggot and you love my muscles!" I nodded. "Yes, sir. You are a god, sir. Your face is so beautiful. Your body is incredible. You are a young god."

He smiled. He looked at me and was thinking of something. Then he said "Get me more food, faggot. I'm still hungry." So I went and got him three more cheeseburgers and three more hot dogs. I didn't think he could eat that much food but I thought maybe I could have his leftovers. I brought back the food. He looked at it and said, "Yeah, the main course." He took a cheeseburger and took the meat and cheese out of the bun. Then he gobbled down the meat and cheese. He did the same with the hot dog. One after another he ate all the meat and cheese but left the bread and the veggies. When he was done he patted his corrugated abs. He had eaten five cheeseburgers and five hot dogs in a half hour and I thought I could see a little bulge under his abs where all that food was. "Feels good to feed my muscles," he said as he patted his abs. "Okay, faggot, now I'm done eating. The man is done eating. Now the faggot can eat. You eat the fuckin' bread. You don't get any meat. Big men like me eat the meat. Faggots eat the bread. You don't got any muscles so you don't need any meat." He thrust the plate at me and glugged down the rest of his beer. He had now had four beers. I ate all the bread. He looked at me and said, "Your little fag belly full now? Did you get enough fag food?" I nodded. "I don't have a big appetite like you do, sir," I said. He flexed abs at me and said, "That's because I'm a man and you're a faggot. Now go get me another beer. And if you're thirsty you can have water. All you get is bread and water." He turned around and started talking to some girls who were eager to talk to him.

I brought him the beer and some water for me. He grabbed the beer and drank it down real fast. He had now had five big beers. He looked at me and said, "Follow me, faggot." He turned quickly and started strutting towards the parking lot. I followed him, watching his huge wide shoulders and his flaring lats as he walked and watching the muscles of his bubble butt flex with each step. I had no idea what he wanted to do but I was so thrilled that he had asked me to follow him. I could tell he was a little drunk as he moved back and forth as he walked. He wasn't completely staggering but he wasn't walking straight either. We got to his new Porsche convertible. He opened the locked doors with the remote control. "Get in the driver's side, faggot. You're my designated driver. Lots of beer for me and nothin' but water for you." I stood there frozen. He pushed me to the driver's door. "Get the fuck in!" he yelled. So I opened the door and got in. I had to move the seat way forward. It was back all the way because Hans is so tall. He got in the passenger seat. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do, faggot," he said. "One of my friends on the football team told me he fucked a faggot and he said he had a great time. He said the faggot was really into his body and worshipped his muscles and made him feel real hot. Then he made the faggot give him a blow job and he said it was the best blow job he ever had. Way better than any girl's blow job. And then he fucked the faggot and said his ass was real tight. He had a great fuck. And then the faggot wanted to give him another blow job. He came three times. He had a lot of fun. I've fucked over 50 girls. I've fucked every hot girl in the school. But I've never fucked a faggot. I'm as straight as they come but after what my friend said I wanna fuck a faggot. So I'm gonna fuck you. And I don't give a fuck whether you want me to fuck you or not. I don't care what you think. Alphas don't care what faggots think. I'm an Alpha and faggots were designed by God to service us Alphas. I'm gonna fuck your faggot ass!"

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. This huge alpha teenager wanted me to worship his body. He wanted me to give him a blowjob. He wanted to fuck me. It was like a dream come true. I leaned over and kissed his huge pec muscle. I rubbed my tongue all over that huge muscle. "Your wish is my command, sir," I said. He smiled and flexed his pec for me and I ran my little fingers over it. God that muscle was huge, and it was so hard too. "You like my muscles, don't you fag? You wanna worship these muscles?" I almost yelled, "Oh yes, sir. I wanna worship your muscles. I wanna worship your face. I wanna feel your huge muscles. I wanna suck your cock. I want you to fuck me. Oh yes oh yes oh yes!" Hans smiled. "This is going to be so hot. Start the car. I'll tell you how to get to my house. My parents will be at the party for hours. We'll fuck at my house."

So I started the car. A deep roar came from the engine. Here I was, sitting in a powerful German Porsche sitting next to an incredibly powerful German teenager, a 16 year old with the biggest muscles I had ever seen. It was hard for me to believe this was happening. I headed to the parking lot entrance. "Turn right," said Hans. "And give it some gas. See how powerful this car is. It's just like me. Very powerful." I stepped on the accelerator and the car's engine roared and it sped forward. Luckily I could drive a stick shift. I sped up to 40 miles an hour in second gear. Hans smiled. "If we were on the highway we could go 150," he said. "I've done it. This car is fast!" Well I didn't go above 40 since we were in town. Hans led me to the nicest section of town. We got to his house, a huge Spanish style house on a huge lot. "Park in the driveway faggot," he ordered. I parked and he hopped out of the car. He just jumped out. He didn't even open the door. I opened my door. I followed him to the door. He opened it and turned off the alarm. "Nobody here," he said. "It's just us. Follow me."

We walked through the huge entryway, past the gigantic living room, the dining room and the kitchen. He opened the door to the back yard and walked out to an enormous grass lawn. There was a swimming pool to the left. "Strip!" he ordered. I stripped off my shirt and shorts and shoes and stood there naked. Hans stripped too. We were standing there naked looking at each other. I stared at Hans's incredibly muscular body and his big thick cock which was now on full display. It wasn't even hard and it was about six inches long. It was longer than my hard cock and it wasn't even hard! "Shit, you are so fucking skinny, faggot," he said. "You're punier than a girl. But I guess that makes sense. A faggot's just like a girl only he's a man - well, sort of like a man - and he's so fuckin' ugly, weak and puny. You're not a man are you faggot? You're a weak little faggot. You got no muscles and your cock is tiny. You're not a man like me." He flexed his huge legs next to my little stick legs. "No, sir, " I said. "You are a man. I am a little faggot." Hans sneered. "You got that right. Get on your knees, faggot." I dropped down to my knees.

Without warning, Hans grabbed his big cock and started pissing on me. His piss stream was hard and it blasted into my flesh. He pissed on all of my body and into my face. "Open up," he said. I opened up my mouth and he pissed into my mouth. "Drink a real man's piss, faggot. I bet it tastes good to you. Yeah, drink my piss!" I drank down his warm piss. He had drunk five big beers so he had lots of piss. And yes, it did taste good. Just thinking I had something in my body produced by this huge muscular teenager turned me on. He pissed for over a minute. When he finished he slapped my face with his big cock and a few more drips of piss came out. "Now I own you faggot. I'm like a fuckin' animal. Look at me. I have muscles like a big pitbull dog. The biggest pitbull you've ever seen. And when a pitbull pisses on something he owns it. It is his property. So I really do own you. You are my property. You are my slave. You will follow my commands. I am your master." He slapped me a couple more times with his big cock. "Yes sir," I said. "I am your slave. You are my master." Then he picked me up and lifted me up over his head. I was so light that I'm sure I felt like a feather to him. He carried me over to the pool and threw me in. Then he jumped in after me. "Gotta wash off all that piss," he said. I want a nice clean faggot. Then he dunked me under the water. He threw me around the pool, lifting me up and throwing me like I was a little rubber ball. He could lift me up with one hand and throw me fifteen feet, like he was throwing a shot put. If he used two hands he could throw me over 20 feet. He was so strong! He laughed as he played with me in the pool. I was like a toy to him. After a few minutes of this, he swam to the side and easily pulled himself up. I swam to the stairs and climbed out panting.

Hans had found a football and he threw it gently at me. I managed to catch it and stood in the grass holding the football. "You're gonna feel what its like to be hit by Hans Heinrich, the star linebacker," he said. "Get ready faggot because you're gonna have 210 pounds of muscle smashing into you." I froze in fear. Hans ran towards me smashed his huge shoulder into my chest. Then he wrapped his huge arms around me and lifted me up like I was a feather. We crashed to the ground with me on the bottom and Hans on the top. All the air was knocked out of my lungs. For a long time I couldn't breathe. I was completely covered by 210 pounds of muscle. He looked down at me with his beautiful Aryan face, with his high wide cheekbones and strong jaw. He smiled and his blue eyes twinkled. "Fuckin' fun," he said. "You're so fuckin' little and weak. It's fun to fuck up a little faggot. I can't do this with girls. But you're a man, well sort of. It's fun to smash you. That's why I love football. I love to smash people. Now you try to tackle me." He pulled me up and grabbed the football. He ran about 20 feet away. "Okay, tackle me faggot." He ran towards me and I ducked my shoulder and held out my hands like I was going to tackle him. He ran right into me and ran right through me. It was like I wasn't even there. He just knocked me over like I was a little twig. It was like a freight train hitting a person standing on the railroad track. His huge legs kept churning forward. They didn't slow down at all when he hit me. I crashed to the ground, again with the wind knocked out of me. Hans was so strong! He came back and flexed his legs as he stood over me. "Even the big football players can't stop these monsters," he said. "You were nothing to them, faggot. They can squat with 600 pounds. They are so fucking strong!" I gazed up at his huge legs and calves in total awe. Rock hard muscle bulged with the fibers clearly showing under his thin tan skin. And veins were covering the muscle. I was overwhelmed by this boy's muscle.

He rubbed his foot on my face. "My muscles are big and my feet are big too. Size 14 extra wide. Feel how big my feet are. Big muscles and big feet. I broke a kid's bones with these feet. Some punk tried to fight me. He didn't stand a chance. After pummeling him with my fists, I smashed my foot into his ribs with the power of this huge leg and I shattered three of his bones. These feet are strong!" I gazed up at his huge foot. It was very callused and thick, thick with hard muscle. I felt his big foot and gasped as I felt how thick and hard and muscular it was. My feet were bony and skinny. Hans's feet were thick and muscular. I loved his big feet. Then I got on my knees and started licking his huge feet. I felt his huge calf muscles and licked his feet. I was totally in awe of this young alpha German muscle god. I felt like such a lowly faggot as I licked this young god's big strong feet. His feet were superior to my whole body. Hans laughed. "You are such a fuckin' faggot. Licking a man's feet. Feet that could kick the shit outta you. Feet that could break your skinny bones. Feet that could smash you." Hans knew he was totally superior to me.

He pulled me up. "Now you know how strong I am. I'm a man and you're a weak little piece of shit. Follow me faggot." He went back into the house and I followed him like his little puppy dog, which I was. He opened a door and we walked in to a huge gym. There must have been 3,000 pounds of weights in there. Barbells, dumbbells, a bench, a squat rack, pulleys and a few other machines. One wall was a big mirror. "This is my gym," he said. "My dad keeps buying me more weights and more equipment 'cause I keep getting bigger and stronger. I work out at school too. I'm the strongest kid in the whole school. You ready for some muscle, faggot?" I jumped up and down. "Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir!" I yelled. "I want to worship your huge muscles!" Hans smiled. "Wow, girls don't get into my body the way you do. This is gonna be fun. I like my muscles and it looks like you do too. Okay, I'm gonna lift some weights and get all pumped up. My muscles are gonna get even bigger than they are right now. They're gonna get bigger and harder. They're gonna get so big and hard you won't believe it faggot. Okay, check out my arms right now." He flexed his arms and I ran up to touch them. This was the first time I had touched his arms. I felt the hard muscle with my dainty little fingers. I tried to squeeze the huge muscle but it was way too hard. It was like living rock. "Oh, fuck, sir your arms are so big and so hard. I kept feeling them and then I gave his right arm a big kiss. I licked the muscle. I could tell he was starting to get turned on. We were still both naked and his cock was getting hard. Of course, my cock was rock hard as it had been all afternoon. "You ain't seen nothin' yet, faggot," he said. He dropped his arms and went over to a rack of dumbbells. He pointed to a huge dumbbell and said, "Pick it up." I reached down and tried to pick it up. But it was way too heavy. I couldn't even lift it off the rack. "You are so fucking weak," he said. "A fucking weak little faggot." I looked at the dumbbell and it said 100 pounds. That big piece of iron weighed 100 pounds. It weighed the same as I did, 100 pounds.

Hans grabbed the dumbbell and jerked it off the rack. It wasn't hard for him at all. Then he grabbed another 100 pound dumbbell with his other hand. Then he started curling those huge weights, curling first his right arm and then his left arm. I couldn't believe that each of Hans's arms could curl the weight of my whole body. "Oh fuck," I said. I couldn't believe it. I watched his bicep muscles bulge with each curl and it looked like they got bigger with each rep. I couldn't resist and I reached down and felt the muscle as it worked. "Oh God, Hans. Your biceps are getting bigger. They're getting harder. Oh God oh God oh God!" Hans did 10 reps with each arm and then dropped the dumbbells. Then he flexed his arms in front of my face and I immediately started feeling the muscles. "Oh fuck, they are so much bigger and harder. They got huge, Hans, sir. They got enormous. Oh God oh God oh God." Hans rubbed is huge right bicep on my face. "Yeah, they got a good pump. Now they're all pumped up with blood. I can add two inches to my biceps girth when I get a pump. My muscles get huge when I get a pump. And they feel so good too. It feels so good to get a pump." Hans was looking at his huge arms in the mirror, clearly admiring his beautiful muscles. I started licking and kissing Hans's huge biceps and I was moaning in pleasure. His cock was now rock hard. "Fuck, you are really into my muscles, faggot. I'll tell you a little secret. I like to watch my muscles get all pumped up too. I like to watch my muscles getting bigger and bigger and bigger. I can cum just be watching my muscles bulge. It's fun to have a little faggot worshipping my muscles. It makes me real hot." I kissed the huge bicep. "Oh god," I said.

He reached down and grabbed the 100 pound dumbbells. He picked them up to his shoulders and then started pressing them up and down one arm at a time. I immediately started feeling his delt muscles, muscles that were already huge and bulging with striated muscle. Now those muscles were getting even bigger. The fibers were getting bigger under my very eyes. The striations were getting deeper. The veins were getting bigger. Everything was getting bigger on Hans's shoulders. They had looked like cannonballs. As he lifted the huge dumbbells up and down they started looking like bowling balls. Huge bowling balls of striated muscle capping this 16 year old German's broad shoulders.

After ten reps he dropped the weights and looked into the mirror. He and I stood there naked looking at our images in the mirror. Never before had I seen a more striking difference between strength and weakness. Hans was a more than a half a foot taller than I was. I would guess he was around six feet one inches tall. I was a scrawny five feet six inches tall. And our bodies looked completely different. It was almost like we were looking at two different species of animals in the mirror. I was thin and scrawny with an almost ugly face, bony shoulders, pencil thin arms, no lats, no pecs, no abs and legs that looked like little sticks. Hans's shoulders were enormous. His shoulders were at least a foot wider than mine. He had just finished pumping them up and they bulged with striated muscle covered with veins. I had nothing but skin and bone on my thin shoulders and he had two big bowling balls of muscle on his shoulders. His arms were huge, like big hams hanging down at his sides. He wasn't even flexing the muscles and they were five times thicker than my puny arms. His neck was thick with muscle and sitting on top of that neck was the most beautiful Nordic face I had ever seen, with his blond hair, blue eyes, wide high cheekbones and strong jaw looking at me like he was looking at a piece shit in the street. I don't think he believed how weak and puny I looked compared to him. And I felt like a piece of shit next to him. I felt like such a puny faggot bitch. He was my master and I was his slave. I was a slave for his beautiful face and body. "Oh god," I said. "You are so beautiful. I am so ugly and you are so beautiful." He smiled and said "You got that right faggot." He flexed his pecs and lats. They were enormous next to my puny bones.

His pecs bulged out like round balls of muscle and his lats flared out at the sides. His abs looked like a washboard. His legs were absolutely huge with striated slabs of muscle covered with veins. They were bigger than my waist and they were solid muscle. His calves were enormous. His huge cock was rock hard and my puny cock was hard too. His cock was about ten inches long and it was very thick. My little five inch cock looked like nothing compared to that cock. My whole body looked like nothing compared to Hans's body.

"Fuck, you are so puny and weak," he said. "It turns me on seeing my big strong muscle body next to your scrawny little faggot body. Makes me feel like a real man. Makes me feel strong. Makes me feel so fucking superior to you. Makes me want to dominate and fuck a weak little faggot like you." He turned towards me and rubbed his huge pecs into my puny little chest. He was so strong I stumbled backwards. "Worship a man, faggot. Worship a man with muscles you will never have. I just turned 16 and you're 21. I'm fucking five years younger than you and I'm a man and you're a wimp! You are nothing but a piece of puny faggot shit and I am a bit strong man. Worship my huge body!"

I could hardly believe this was happening. It was a dream come true. I felt his huge shoulders with my hands and buried my face in his pecs, licking the huge muscles with my tongue. "Oh, Hans, you are so big, so powerful, so strong! Your muscles are so huge! You are a young god. A god to be worshipped by little faggots like me." I rubbed my face over those rock hard pecs and moved my hands all over his delts and traps and neck. He started moaning as I worshipped his body. "Mmmm. Feels good. Feels real good," he said. He was looking at the mirror and seeing his huge muscular body being worshiped by the little faggot wimp who looked so weak and puny next to him. He loved his body and this totally turned him on.

His cock was rock hard and he rubbed it against my flabby body. It was as hard as steel and it penetrated into my soft flesh like a steel pipe. I moved my face and hands down and started feeling his thick wide lats and licking his abs. I moved my hands over to his abs and felt the rock hard muscles that were so thick and hard that they could withstand any punch. He was moaning louder. Then I got on my knees and licked his hard cock with my tongue. He yelled, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Suck it faggot. Suck my big cock!" But I didn't want to suck it quite yet. I wanted to turn him on so much that he would never forget this fuck. I wanted Hans to remember me. I wanted Hans to want to fuck me. I wanted this huge alpha male to fuck me all the time. I started licking his balls, sucking each one into my mouth and licking the huge manly sperm producers. I thought about how each one of those balls produced millions of sperm that would make blond, blue eyed, alpha muscle boys just like Hans. I smelled the sweat emanating from his crotch hairs, the sweat of a young blond blue eyed muscle jock with muscles so huge and strong that it blew my mind. I loved the smell of that sweat. I breathed it in deeply. I licked and sucked those huge muscle boy balls and Hans moaned louder and louder. I was rubbing my fingers all over his abs and his obliques and his muscular bubble butt and that was turning him on even more. "Oh god!" he yelled. "You're making me so hot! Suck it faggot! Suck it!"

"Your wish is my command, master," I said. I started licking his huge ten inch cock as it twitched with excitement. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" yelled Hans. "Suck it! Suck it!" Now it was time to give this young god his ultimate release. I put his huge hard cock into my mouth and started licking and sucking. By now, Hans was going wild. I licked and sucked his huge weapon as he was screaming with excitement. He was it total sexual ecstasy. I felt so good that I was able to give this young god such pleasure. It was my place in life to give him all the pleasure he wanted. Then he grabbed my head and started thrusting it up and down on his cock. I was gagging but I didn't care. I loved being fucked by this huge young alpha muscle god. He thrust his hips and rammed my head as he yelled in sexual lust. His steel hard cock rammed in and out of my throat, going all the way down my esophagus and out again. My tender membranes were rubbing against that hard cock, giving it ultimate sexual pleasure. Then he yelled "Fuuuuuccck!" as spasms of cum started bursting out of his cock, spasm after spasm after spasm. He kept ramming his cock in and out of my throat as his cock exploded, filling up my stomach with his superior muscle boy cum. After about a minute he slowed down but he kept his cock in my throat and moved it slowly over my membranes. I could feel small drips of cum still coming out of the huge cock, which was still rock hard. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he moaned. "That was the best blow job I ever had. My friend said faggots give great blow jobs and you gave the best one I ever had." He moved his cock around in my throat feeling more pleasure on his sensitive skin. Finally he pulled it out and slapped it in my face. "You made yourself very useful, faggot," he said. I looked up into his clear blue eyes and his beautiful face. "I am happy to serve you sir," I said.

He walked over to a small refrigerator in the gym and pulled out a bottle of water. He glugged down almost all of it and then he spilled the rest of the water on his huge chest. The water dripped down to his abs. "Can I have some water sir?" I asked. He sneered at me. "Lick it off my chest and abs, faggot! I'm not gonna waste a whole bottle of water on a faggot." I ran up to him and started licking the water off his hot, pumped up chest. I could feel every fiber of the muscle. My cock was rock hard. I had not cum when I was giving Hans the blow job because I was gagging and taking his huge cock down my throat. I was overwhelmed by his masculinity. But my cock was always hard and now I was in heaven, licking the water and sweat off his huge pec and his corrugated ab muscles. I reached down with one hand and touched my cock and it exploded with cum. I spurted my cum under Hans's still hard cock onto the floor. It was a fantastic cum. The best I had ever had. Hans smiled. "Fuck, you sure like my body, don't you faggot. Cumming just by tasting the sweat on my big pecs and my abs. What a faggot!" I finished cumming and then I licked his abs clean. Hans was kind of moaning. I know he liked me admiring and licking his body.

"I'm gonna blow these pecs up," Hans said. "I'm gonna do some benches and those muscles are gonna get huge. You're gonna have some huge muscles to worship!" I looked at his huge pec muscles. "They're already huge, sir," I said as I looked at and felt the bulging fibers of muscle. He looked down and flexed his pecs. "Yeah, they're big. My pecs are really big. Now watch this." He walked over to a bench press rack. The bar was already loaded with weights. There were two big plates on each side. "That's 225," he said. "But I'm already warmed up so I want more weight. Put another 45 pound plate on that side. I'll do the other side." He walked over, grabbed a big 45 pound plate with one hand and easily put it on the bar. I tried to lift another 45 pound plate but I couldn't really get it off the ground with my two weak hands. "Fuck, I forgot how weak you are faggot. You are a fucking piece of weak shit. He walked over and bumped me out of the way with his big shoulder. Then he easily picked up and plate and loaded it on the bar. He stood in front of me and flexed his pecs. I immediately grabbed the huge globes of muscle. He looked down and smiled at my weak little hands feeling his huge mounds of muscle. "Okay, that bar is 315 now. A good warmup weight for these big mothers. Feel how big these mothers get when I pump 'em, faggot. These big fuckers can bench 450 pounds so this will be easy."

He got on the bench. I couldn't believe how big his chest was. And his muscular bubble but was as solid as a rock. As he laid on the bench there were three inches of air underneath his tiny muscular waist because his huge chest and big bubble butt were pushing that waist off the bench. He looked at me as my mouth was open as I admired his huge body. Then stuck out his tongue. "You are such a fuckin' faggot," he said. "Watch a real man's muscles work and grow, faggot!" He grabbed the bar and lowered it to his chest. Then he pushed it up. It didn't even look hard for him. Here he was, pushing up 315 pounds like he was pushing a feather and I knew I would have a hard time pushing up 30 pounds. This boy was way more than 10 times stronger than I was. I was trembling in awe. He benched that heavy bar 15 times before he finally put it in the rack and with every rep his pecs got bigger, redder, more striated with muscle fibers and sweatier. I kept staring at those huge muscles, muscles that were getting even bigger as I watched. Hans jumped up off the bench and bumped his huge sweaty pecs into my skinny bony chest. "Feel 'em now, faggot," he ordered and I didn't waste any time putting my little hands on those huge mounds of muscle. "Oh fuck," I said. "They're way bigger. They're like 50% bigger than they were. And they're harder. And the muscle fibers are so big and hard. Oh fuck!" Hans grinned. He looked at his pecs in the mirror. "Yeah, big. Real big. All pumped up and huge!" I started licking his huge pecs as I continued to feel the hard muscles of his pecs, shoulders and arm. And I licked and sucked his hard erect nipples. Hans was moaning in pleasure. "Ya know, girls don't get into my body the way you do, faggot. They like my body but they're not totally into it like you are. You really turn me on."

Hans's cock was rock hard again. "I'm gonna pump up my quads. You're gonna see these huge muscles get huge! And you can feel those huge monsters. And then I'm gonna fuck your tight faggot ass!" I looked up at Hans's gorgeous face. His blue eyes were so beautiful and his face was perfect in every way. He was a young Nordic god. I looked at his legs and his hard cock. "I want to feel your huge legs, master. But I am a virgin. I've never been fucked in my ass before. I don't think I could take that huge cock up in my little virgin asshole." Hans sneered and bumped into me with his huge chest and said, "Do you think I care what you think, faggot? If I wanna fuck you I'm gonna fuck you. And there's not a thing your weak little faggot body can do about it. You're such a faggot you're probably gonna cum again when you feel my huge legs, legs that can squat with 600 pounds. And then I'm gonna fuck you. And I'm gonna fuck you real hard. Real real hard. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you. You got that faggot?" I rubbed my hands on his huge pecs and gulped in fear as I felt the power in those muscles. If Hans wanted to fuck my ass he was going to fuck my ass. "Yes sir," I said as I looked at his huge muscular body.

Hans went over to the squat rack. It was already loaded with three big plates on each side. I knew that weight was 315 pounds. Hans flexed his huge quads. "Look at all that muscle, faggot. These quads can squat with 600 pounds. They can drag football players down the field. You saw how strong they are when we played football. Put on another plate. That will be 405. A good weight to pump these big fuckers up. I'm gonna get 'em all pumped up for you. You get to feel my huge legs and then you get fucked! " I tried to lift a 45 pound plate to the bar but I just couldn't do it. Hans laughed. "You are such a weak little shit. Such a worthless weak little faggot!" He easily picked up the plate and loaded it on the bar. He had already loaded the other side.

He got under the bar facing the mirror. "Kneel between my legs and feel the muscles get huge," he said. "I like to watch 'em get real big when they lift big iron. I love watching my big muscles getting all pumped up. And I bet a little faggot like you will love watching and feeling them getting huge too. I'm gonna add four inches of mass to my legs, a mass of muscle and blood. Feel it faggot!" I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I got on my knees and reached up and felt his huge thigh muscles. "Oh god," I said.

He jerked to bar off the rack and squatted. Then he pushed up that 405 pound bar like he was lifting a little broomstick. His legs exploded. I felt the hard muscle bulge and I gasped. "Fuck!" I said. "Gettin' big! Gettin huge!" he yelled. "Feel the muscles faggot. Feel the muscles of a real man. I'm a real man. You're a fuckin' wimp!" He squatted down again and pushed the heavy weight up. I rubbed my hands over his huge thigh muscles. They did seem bigger and harder. He did another four reps and the muscles were getting bigger with each rep. "Oh fuck," I yelled. "You muscles are getting huge! They're like huge tree trunks of muscle!" He laughed. "Yeah, huge tree trunks of muscle!" His cock was rock hard. He was watching his huge legs in the mirror as the little faggot boy worshipped them. He was really getting turned on again.

He did 15 reps with the 405 pounds and at the end his legs were enormous. They must have expanded by four inches, four inches of muscle and blood surging through the thick muscle slabs. He racked the bar and I ran my hands all over that muscle. I couldn't believe how big and hard his legs were. Then he grabbed my head and rammed it between his huge thighs. He wasn't flexing and the muscle felt so hard and warm. I felt like I was enveloped in a mountain of muscle, warm, hard muscle. Then he flexed. The warm hard muscle turned into solid rock. "Feel how big and hard my legs are faggot. Those mothers are so strong. I can drag football players down the field. I can lift a quarter ton of iron. My big legs could crush your little faggot skull into a bloody pulp." He squeezed his legs together. Suddenly enormous pain surged through my skull. I was being crushed by those huge muscle monsters. I started crying in pain. Hans laughed. "Yeah, cry you little faggot. Cry when the huge muscles of your master crush you. You deserve to be crushed, faggot. You deserve to be crushed by your big alpha master. You're a fucking little worthless faggot and I'm a big strong muscle god. I can do whatever I want to you and you can't do a fucking thing about it." I cried louder. I was being crushed by the huge muscles of this 16 year old football jock, a jock who loved making me cry.

Finally Hans let go and I managed to pull my head out of his legs. I looked up at his beautiful face and blue eyes as he stared down at me. "Fuck, I am so turned on," he said. "Fucking you up really turns me on. Makes me feel so strong. Makes me feel so superior. I am so superior to you. I am like a big strong alpha warrior and you are an ugly weak little wimp that us warriors beat up and smash. I love fucking you up faggot. Makes me feel like a man!" He picked me up and slammed me against the mirror. I looked at the mirror and saw my puny body totally enveloped by Hans's huge muscular body. His shoulders were twice as wide as mine and he chest was enormous. Then I felt his huge cock rubbing on my tight little ass. Oh my god, I thought, he is going to fuck me. That huge 10 inch cock is going to fuck me. And I knew I was so weak and he was so strong that there was nothing I could do about it.

Hans spit on my butt and rubbed in the spit a little. Then he spit on his cock. Then he pushed that huge weapon a few inches into my ass. It was so hard, so thick. It was like a thick warm steel pipe. "Oh fuck," I whimpered. "Your cock is so big!" Hans laughed. "Yeah, faggot! Big and strong!" Then he rammed that huge cock all the way up my ass in one strong thrust. "Take my big cock, you little faggot! Take my big cock up your faggot ass! Feel the huge cock of an alpha male fuck the shit outta you!" he yelled as I cried out in excruciating pain. His cock had busted through me sphincter muscles like they were tissue paper. His thrust was so hard and strong that his cock rammed into my intestines. My weak little body was nothing to that big hard cock and his huge strong body. Then he started thrusting his cock in and out of my asshole. I cried in pain as Hans rammed his cock in and out of me. "Oh yeah," he said. "Real tight. You are so puny that your asshole is real tight. Feels real good. Feels real good fucking a puny little asshole. You faggots are meant to serve us alpha men. I own you. I own your faggot body and your faggot asshole. Take it faggot!" He thrust in and out and after a minute or so the pain started going away and his cock started feeling good to me. It was hitting my prostate and turning me on. Now I wanted Hans to fuck me. "Fuck me, Hans! Fuck my little faggot butt! Fuck the shit outta me you big strong alpha! You are a god, Hans. I am a weak little faggot bitch. Fuck your little faggot bitch!" This turned Hans on even more and he started fucking harder. "Oh yeah!" he said. "You're getting fucked by a real man!" I looked in the mirror and saw Hans's huge body thrusting his cock into me. He was looking at his muscles flexing as he fucked his little faggot slave. He loved his body and he loved to fuck. His muscles were all bulging and sweat was forming on his beautiful tan skin. My cock was now rock hard as Hans fucked and fucked and fucked me. Finally he yelled "Fuuuuuucccck!" and spurts of cum started bursting out of his cock, filling up my tight little ass. I reached down and grabbed my little cock and came too, spurting my little spurts of cum on his mirror. Hans came for over a minute. Spurt after spurt of his genetically superior alpha male cum filled up my asshole and spilled out. My cum lasted only about 15 seconds but it was fantastic. The best cum I had ever had.

Hans kept his hard cock in my asshole and stood me up facing the mirror. Then he hit a double biceps pose with me standing in front of him and his cock still rammed up my ass. "That was a fantastic fuck! Look at me, faggot! Look at a real alpha with huge muscles and his cock rammed up your faggot asshole." He rammed his still hard cock in and out of my asshole as I stared at his incredible body and his drop dead handsome face. "Oh Hans, you are a god," I said. "You are a young alpha god!" He smiled and said, "You got that right, faggot. I'm a god and you're an ugly little faggot." He bounced me up and down on his thick cock as he flexed and admired his stunning muscles next to my puny, weak body. Finally, he took his cock out of me and picked me up. He spun me around and held me facing him. He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes. His face was so stunningly gorgeous. I couldn't help myself. I bent over and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't push me away. He let me kiss his cheek. I wanted to kiss his lips but I didn't dare. Then he put me down.

"We better get back to the picnic," he said as he walked out to put on his clothes. I followed him and put on my clothes. Without saying anything he walked out to the Porsche and got in the driver's seat. "I'm the driver now," he said and the car roared its muscular engine as its muscular driver pushed his big foot on the gas pedal. Then he said, "Meet me after practice tomorrow, faggot" as he looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes. "I'm gonna have some more fun with you." I leaned over and kissed his huge arm and said "Yes, sir." I was deliriously happy.

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