O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Zuberi the Orphan

by John D.

Part 1

I just returned to the United States from a one year stint as a volunteer in African refugee camps. It was an incredible experience seeing first hand the horrendous conditions in the camps and seeing how these desperate people lived day to day, with just barely enough food - provided by the relief agencies - to stay alive.

I spent about six months at a camp in the Congo, out in the dry plain where there had been hardly any rain for the last three years. A fierce war had been going on between government troops and a group of rebels and the poor people who lived in the villages were easy pawns for both sides, with murder, rape and plunder going on constantly.

My camp had about 500 refugees from many villages in the area. Most of the refugees were women, children and some younger teenagers. The men and older teens had either been killed or forced to join in the war. The children and teens lived with the women in tents, with a woman and six or eight children and teens sharing one tent.

At the camp, we passed out food three times a day -each time it was a cup of grainy cereal which was mixed with water and eaten ravenously by the people. As I settled in at the camp, I noticed that some - not many - of the teen boys looked very healthy, with slim but muscular bodies. It was amazing to me that these boys could grow muscles eating only a cup of cereal three times a day. On the other hand, many of the boys were extremely skinny. You could see the bones sticking out under their skin. Their arms looked like little sticks and their shoulders were nothing but bone. It was amazing seeing the difference between their skinny little bodies and the very healthy bodies of the boys with muscles.

None of the boys had any fat on his body. The skinny ones were just skin and bones - no flesh at all on their pathetic bodies. The healthy, muscular boys had muscle bulging underneath their thin black skin. And the muscle showed very clearly, flexing with every move and covered with veins pumping blood in the flexing muscle.

One of the skinny boys drew my attention. He looked to be about 14 and he was a little taller than the other boys of his age. But he was so skinny he could have been in a concentration camp in World War II. He looked like he was about to die from starvation. He lived with a woman and her children, boys aged 15, 13, and 10 and girls aged 16, 12 and 8. I could tell he wasn't related to the woman or her children because he looked so different. Plus all her children looked strong and healthy and the 15, 13 and 10 year old boys were three of the boys who had muscles. So here was this skinny, almost starving kid living with this woman and her healthy family with muscular boys.

I found out from our leader that this kid was an orphan who showed up in camp about a year ago. Both of his parents had been killed by the rebels in his village and he escaped to the grasslands. He wandered around for about a month with hardly anything to eat and finally showed up at the camp as thin and skinny as he is now. For some reason he had not been able to put on any weight. The relief agency paid the women he lived with $1.00 per month to look after him, and that money was very welcome to the woman and her family. I found out his name was Zuberi, which in Swahili means "strong." He was far from strong.

The boy had no clothes to wear except some old dirty shorts and he had no shoes. He really looked pathetic. But when he smiled when I gave him his food his teeth were very bright and white and his black face actually looked handsome except for the fact that his cheekbones pushed out with no flesh around them. Then something caught my attention. After I gave him his food I watched him leave the food line and start eating. But then one of the kids with muscles - the 13 year old son of the woman - grabbed the food out of his hands and wolfed down the rest of it. The poor skinny kid only got about half of his food eaten, maybe less. And the 13 year old muscle kid got an extra half portion of food. A light suddenly dawned in my brain. The muscular kids were taking food from the skinny kids. That is why some of the kids had muscles and some of them looked like skeletons. I started watching the skinny kids as they got their food and I confirmed my suspicion. The muscular boys grabbed food away from the skinny kids left and right. That’s why they were able to build big muscles while the skinny kids were nothing but bone. The muscular kids were eating at least five times more food than the skinny kids. The muscular boys would always let the skinny kids eat a half of their serving. I watched as the 13 year old ended up getting half the food the food of five skinny kids and the 15 year old got half the food of seven skinny kids. Those muscular boys were eating very well.

I saw one skinny kid, probably about 14 or 15, try to keep his food away from the muscular 15 year old. The 15 year old smashed his fist into the skinny kid's little gut, causing the kid to buckle over in pain. Then he jerked the food away and flexed his arm in the skinny kid's crying face. His muscles weren’t huge, but they were ten times bigger and stronger than the weak almost non-existant muscles in the skinny kid's twig like arm. "Don't fuck with me, you little worm. I got muscles and you don’t got shit. Next time I'll smash you even harder." He flexed his arm right in the skinny kid’s face. The skinny kid looked at the 15 year old's muscles in despair. There was nothing he could do to stop those muscles. He would be giving the muscular boy his food forever.

I realized that the muscular kids were eating three or four servings of food each meal while the skinny kids were only getting one half serving apiece. No wonder the muscular boys had healthy muscular bodies while the skinny kids had nothing but skin and bone.

And I realized one more thing. The muscular kids always let the skinny kids eat about half of their food. Even though they could have easily taken the whole portion, they didn't want the skinny kids to die of starvation. They wanted to keep the skinny kids alive - just barely - so they could keep eating half of their food and they could keep getting bigger, stronger and more muscular. And sometimes the strong older teens, like the 15 year old and the 13 year old, gave some of the extra food to their younger brothers. To make them strong too so they could start taking food from the weaker boys. It was the perfect example of the strong taking from the weak, of the alpha males taking what they wanted from the weak males. But the alpha males were smart enough not to let the weak males die, because that would reduce the amount of available food they could take. They kept the weak males weak while they, the alpha males, got bigger and stronger. There was no way the weak males could resist them. It was perfect if you were one of the alpha males.

After lunch I watched the healthy, muscular boys play soccer. The skinny boys were standing at the side watching the game. They knew they didn't have a chance playing against the boys with the muscle. The most they could do was watch. Then, one of the muscular boys twisted his foot and came out of the game. One of his teammates pointed at Zuberi and said "You!" Zuberi jogged onto the field. He was so weak he couldn't really run. But he did the best he could. He acted as a defenseman, trying to keep the ball away from his team's goal. He had only played for about two minutes when the ball was coming towards him. The 10 year old brother of the 13 and 15 year old muscular bullies was kicking the ball. The 10 year old was muscular too. He was getting extra food from his brothers and now he was forcing other kids to give him extra food too. He was a foot shorter than Zuberi, but his short body was covered with muscle. He ran the ball up to Zuberi. Then he looked at the skinny kid and smiled. Suddenly he smashed his muscular shoulder into Zuberi's bony chest as he kicked the ball into the goal. Zuberi went crashing to the ground with pain surging throughout his body. "Fuckin' stick boy!" the 10 year old yelled. "Get off the fuckin' field. You can't play with real men like me." The boy put his foot on Zuberi's bony chest, looked down at the weak skeleton of a body and flexed his arms. The other muscular boys clapped and cheered as the 10 year old flexed and stomped his foot on Zuberi’s chest. The 10 year old strong boy had conquered the 14 year old weakling. Zuberi looked up and the muscular 10 year old and cringed. I could tell he felt like shit. He was far weaker than the 10 year old, and the 10 year old was going to get a lot stronger while he stayed weak. It just didn't seem fair.

I felt so sorry for Zuberi the orphan. He was living with a family whose three muscular boys bullied him all the time, taking his food and anything they wanted. He was just a toy to them, a source of extra food for their growing bodies. I thought about him all night. The next day I handed Zuberi his portion of breakfast food (which was the same as lunch and dinner). As soon as the 13 year old came up to him to take his food, I stepped over and grabbed the 13 year old's hand. He was fairly strong but I was way stronger. "Let him eat his food," I said, looking at the 13 year old in his eyes. The kid looked back at me with a scowl, like “who are you telling me what I can do.” He didn't say anything. He turned and looked at the skinny 14 year old eating his food. The skinny boy looked at me first with a look of shock at what had happened but then with a look of fear in his eyes as the 13 year old stared at him. Then I noticed that the 13 year old had made a fist with his right hand and had tensed the muscles in his right arm. I could see the fibers of biceps and triceps flex in his arm. They looked big and menacing. I could also see the vein covered muscle in his forearm bunching up like coiled snakes. His black skin looked as thin as paper as the muscles flexed underneath. The skinny kid looked at those muscles and cringed. I quickly realized my idea of forcing the muscular kid to let the skinny kid eat his food was nota good idea. But I had to go back to the feeding line. I watched as the 13 year old grabbed Zuberi by the arm and dragged him away.

At lunchtime, my worst fears came true. Zuberi was near the end of the lunch line. He could hardly walk. His face was bloodied and his body was covered with bruises. I could only imagine the pain he suffered at my doing. He looked at me with pitiful eyes. The 13 year old boy was right behind him, smiling at me. First I gave Zuberi his food and then I gave food to the 13 year old. He flexed his arm right in my face as if to say "You can't stop these muscles, you asshole white man." I looked at his flexing muscles. "Might makes right," I thought to myself as I looked at Zuberi's battered body and then at the 13 year old who was proudly flexing his muscles right at me. His little biceps bulged in his arms. They weren't very big, but they were bulging and they looked rock hard. His forearms had little muscles that looked like snakes, flexing and bulging and covered with veins. His shoulders were capped with muscle and his chest had pecs that bulged out. Zuberi looked at the kid's body with a look of awe and fear. Then the kid turned towards him and sneered. He reached over with his muscular arm and grabbed the food away from Zuberi. The skinny orphan ate only one bite of his food and then the 13 year old took it away with his strong arm. I stood there stunned. Zuberi got a whole breakfast so now the 13 year old was going to eat his whole lunch. Plus the half of the lunches of some other weaklings. The 13 year old was standing there with two cups of food in his muscular hands while Zuberi had nothing. I looked at Zuberi and almost cried.

 

Part 2

I couldn't get Zuberi out of my mind for the rest of the day. Then that night I had an idea. We volunteers all took a four hour break after lunch, from about 1:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m., during the hottest part of the day. Then we served dinner at 6:00 p.m. During the break, we went back to our housing, ate our lunch (which, thank God, was real American food) and hung out. I usually worked out in the afternoon. I had a little weight set in my unit and I had managed to stay in relatively good shape at 5' 10" and 160 pounds. My idea was to take Zuberi with me during the break to my unit. I would let him eat without fear of having his food taken by the bully brothers. He could take a shower and relax without fear of being bullied. Maybe he could add some weight to his skinny body. Maybe he could become a real boy again.

I explained my idea with the leader of our group after I told him what I had seen happening to Zuberi by the bully brothers. He readily agreed to my plan. The next day I watched as Zuberi had half of his breakfast taken. This time it was the 10 year old who grabbed Zuberi's cup out of his hand. Zuberi just looked at the body of the little boy and knew he would lose any fight to keep the food. The boy had muscles. He was way stronger than Zuberi. The boy looked at Zuberi as he wolfed down the food and said "You're such a fucking loser." The same thing happened at lunch, with Zuberi this time losing his food to the 15 year old. This boy was absolutely huge compared the Zuberi or to any of the other boys in the camp. He was one of the oldest boys and was the leader of the bully muscle boys. He ate by far the most food of anyone in the camp and all that food had turned into muscle on his body. He looked to be about 5' 7" tall and probably weighed 125 pounds. I know that doesn't sound very heavy, but he was a giant compared to the other kids in the camp. With ease, he jerked the food out of Zuberi's hand and gobbled it up. Zuberi watched the kid’s bicep muscles flex as he raised the cup to his mouth and devoured the food. His shoulders were capped with muscle that twitched as he moved his arms. His pecs bulged out on his chest and his lats were thick and strong on his back. Zuberi looked down and saw his rock hard six pack abs flexing as he ate. The kid was packed with muscle and Zuberi had none. I could see a look of despair in Zuberi's eyes as he looked at this kid's body.

After lunch was over I came up to Zuberi and said "Come with me." He looked at me quizzically but he followed me to the van. I opened the door and said "Get in, Zuberi." He looked at me and said "How did you know my name?" I told him I had found out his name from our leader and that I wanted to help him. I apologized for causing him to get beat up by forcing the 13 year old to let him eat a whole breakfast. I told him I wanted to help him eat - to be away from the muscular kids who were taking his food. He looked at me like I was a God. He smiled so broadly I could see every one of his big white teeth.

We got to the compound and I brought him into my unit. He was the same height as me, 5' 10". He was pretty tall for a 14 year old but he was so skinny it was unbelievable. He was only wearing his dirty shorts, the only clothes he had. His skin was covered with dirt and sweat, but even under all that dirt you could see his bones pushing on his skin. I took him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He looked at the water pouring out of the shower head. "Take a shower," I said. "Here's the soap. You gotta clean yourself up." He took off his shorts and jumped into the shower. He was smiling so broadly. I took his shorts into the kitchen and washed them in the sink. I had thought of getting him some new shorts, but then I realized that one of the muscular boys would take them away from him. So I washed his old shorts.

After about 10 minutes he emerged from the shower and I got a good look at all of him. He had some pubic hair above his penis, but his poor penis was shriveled up just like the rest of his flesh. He really had no flesh on his body. Just skin and bones. But his black skin was absolutely perfect -- not a blemish anywhere on his body. The water from the shower clung to his skin in beads. Even though he had some bruises on his body from the morning’s beating, his skin looked radiant, glimmering in the light with beads of water. His face was actually very good looking, with a strong jaw and chin and wide cheekbones, even though there was hardly any flesh there. His hair was cut short and he had just a little pubic hair under his arms. "I never got this clean before," he said, looking at his body. "It feels so good." I nodded. "You look very good when you're clean," I said. And I really meant it.

I immediately handed him a cup of cereal. A whole cup, not a half a cup. And a glass of water. He wolfed down the cup so fast I couldn't believe it. I wanted to give him some more food right then, but I had read that some refugees had gotten violently sick after they had eaten large quantities of food after living on almost nothing. So I told Zuberi that I would give him another cup in an hour, but I didn't want him to get sick from eating too much so soon. He nodded his head, looking at the empty full cup of food he had just eaten. After a few days of giving him bigger portions of the grainy cereal he was used to, I was going to start giving him some meat and vegetables. He was going to go from 250 calories per day to 3,000 calories per day and his protein intake was going to increase by over 1,000 percent. But I didn't want to tell him that yet.

I brought the scale out of the bathroom and put it on the floor. "Let's see how much you weigh," I said. Zuberi got on the scale and the needle went to 80 pounds. "Geez," I said out loud. "You only weigh 80 pounds! I'm the same height as you and I weigh 160. I weigh twice as much as you do." Zuberi looked at my body and then at his skin and bones and nodded. "I'm really skinny," he said. "I used to be a normal boy. But when the rebels killed my parents I ran out to the grasslands and I got real skinny because there was no food to eat. Then I came to the camp and the big muscular boys take half my food every day. They take lots of kids' food. The muscular boys keep getting bigger and stronger and we weak skinny kids keep staying weak and skinny. It's just not fair." I nodded in agreement. "You're gonna have lots of food now," I said. Zuberi licked his lips and smiled.

I brought out my measuring tape to take Zuberi's body measurements. I wanted to see how much he would grow by eating more food. I was shocked at what I found. His chest only measured 29 inches and it was all bone. His upper arms were only 6-1/2 inches around. I could wrap my thumb and forefinger around his upper arm without any problem. His arm was like a little stick. Like a twig. His waist was 22 inches and his thigh was 12 inches. His neck and calves were both 8 inches. He sure was a stick boy. I noticed that his shoulders were quite a bit wider than his hips. His hips were quite narrow and his shoulders were fairly wide, but it was all bone. No flesh on this body. "We gotta put some meat on this body," I said. Zuberi nodded his head and said "Yeah, meat. Real meat." he said looking at his twig like arm.

I handed him another cup of food and a glass of water. He wolfed it down. "Wow," he said. "It feels so good to eat a whole cup!" Then he went over and looked at my weight set. "What are these?" he said. "Those are weights. You use them to build up your muscles. When you eat good food and use the weights, you can build big muscles." I pulled up my sleeve and flexed my arm. My bicep only measured 14 inches but it looked huge to Zuberi. "Wow!" he yelled. "You got big muscles!" He reached over and felt my bicep with his skinny hand. "Your muscle is so hard. It's big and it's hard. I bet you're real strong. Stronger than Kwame I bet. Kwame's the strongest kid in the camp." Now I knew the name of the 15 year old was Kwame. "Yeah, I'm probably stronger than him," I said, knowing that I weighed 160 and Kwame only weighed about 125. "Wow," said Zuberi, looking at my arm.

I had two 25 pound dumbbells on the floor. Zuberi reached down and tried to pick one of them up. But he couldn't budge it off the floor. He tried both hands but he was too weak to lift it at all. "I'm too weak," he said. "I could never lift weights. Weights are for guys with muscles, like you." I shook my head. "That's not true, Zuberi. You have to start with weights you can lift. Then when you get stronger you can add more weight. Here, watch." I stripped the plates off the dumbbells so only the little 2-1/2 pound bars were there. Then I said, "Okay, lift those." He reached down and lifted the little bar up with his right hand. "Hey, I can lift it!" he yelled. "Push it over your head," I said. He managed to get the bar up to his chest and he started to push. Slowly the bar went up almost all the way but then it stopped. I helped him raised the 2-1/2 pound bar another few inches until his arm was straight. "You did it!" I said, looking at his beaming face. He did another rep with his left arm, again with a little help from me. He also did a curl with each arm. I never saw an arm that had absolutely no flesh. Even when he was curling I was looking for a bicep but I couldn't see anything. Just bone. Nothing but bone. I had to help him a lot with the curls, but he managed to do one each with each arm. "I'm so tired," he said after two one arm presses and two one arm curls with a 2-1/2 pound bar. A total of four reps. He really did look exhausted. He was a total skeleton and because exhausted very quickly. "We'll do some more tomorrow," I said.

I handed him another cup of food and some water. It was his third cup in three hours, but he was handling it well. We watched TV for the last hour and Zuberi seemed very relaxed and happy. I was so glad I could help him like this. Before we went back to the camp, I gave him another cup and a half of food, which he again wolfed down. So in four hours he ate 4-1/2 cups of food, the same amount he would normally eat in three days at the camp. He put on his newly washed shorts and ran out to the van. He seemed like a new boy. At dinner, the other kids looked at him quizzically with his clean skin and his clean shorts. Zuberi just smiled. He didn't want to give away his secret. As usual, the 13 year old grabbed half of his food. Zuberi just looked at him and didn't say a thing.

The next day Zuberi leaped into the van after lunch. I could tell he could hardly wait to get to my unit. When we got there he said "I'm hungry. "I wanna eat lots of food." Obviously the increase in food yesterday had spurred his appetite. "How did you feel yesterday?" I asked. "Did you get sick after eating all that food?" He looked at me and laughed. "No, I felt great. The only thing was I had a huge shit this morning. I haven't shit that much in a long time." I laughed. "Well I guess your body was processing all that food pretty good. Let's see how much you weigh." He jumped on the scale and the needle jumped to 82 pounds. "Wow, you gained two pounds already. You're doin' great!" He smiled as he looked at his body in the mirror. He flexed his arms and I could swear I saw tiny fibers of muscle where there were none yesterday. "Look," he said. "I'm getting muscle." I smiled. "Yeah, you sure are Zuberi. You're getting muscle already." I handed him a cup and a half of food, 50% more than his portions yesterday. I also gave him some milk. He wolfed down the food and drank all the milk. "Tastes good," he said, looking at the milk. He went over and picked up the two 2-1/2 pound dumbbell bars, one with each hand. He seemed much more confident than yesterday. He lifted them up to his shoulders and then pressed them overhead. "Fantastic!" I yelled. I didn't have to help him at all. Then he lowered the bars to his shoulders and raised them up and down four more times before he got tired and put them on the floor. He did five reps when he couldn't even do one yesterday. He turned to me and smiled with a big broad grin. "I'm getting strong too," he said, very proud of what he had just done.

Zuberi seemed so eager and confident that I started him on a beginner's weight training course right then. Using the little dumbbell bars, he did bench presses, curls and and a rowing exercise. Then he used my pulley to do some lat pull downs and triceps press downs, using no weight added to the bar. Then he did some squats and toe raises, with no weight at all. He was able to so about eight or ten reps. I was impressed at his curls, because he couldn't even finish one rep yesterday and now he did ten all by himself. He smiled and flexed his arms. I reached over and felt his little biceps. They were tiny but they were there, and they felt really hard to my fingers after the six reps of curls. I could see them bulging every so slightly under his paper thin black skin. "They're gettin' big," I said. He looked at his bicep and said "Yeah!." Finally he tried to do some situps. He couldn't do any by himself, but I helped him and he did five with my help. He only did one set of each exercise. At the end of the workout he was exhausted. He drank some water and said "I'm hungry!"

I brought out a cup of his normal food, plus some chicken and some milk. He looked at the chicken. "I haven't had chicken since I was with my parents," he said longingly. He grabbed the chicken breast and tore it apart with his teeth, chewing furiously, downing the meat as fast as he could. "Eat more slowly," I said. "It's better for your body if you eat more slowly." He looked up and me and grinned. "Sorry," he said. "I always eat fast because I'm afraid some muscular kid is going to take my food away. Now I don't have to do that." He picked up another piece of chicken and chewed it up. His face was so gaunt that I could see all the muscles working as he chewed. He ate a quarter of a chicken and then I made him stop. "You can have more tomorrow. I don't want you to get sick." He rolled his eyes and then ate his cereal and the milk. "Feels so good to eat," he said, patting his skinny stomach.

He ate two more cup and a half portions of food, plus milk. He must have eaten more than a week's worth of his normal food in one afternoon. When I dropped him off at the camp, he seemed to walk taller and prouder. He kept his shoulders back. His head was high and his chin was up. At least mentally, he was beginning to think like a 14 year old boy. At dinner the 15 year old came to take his food. The boy looked at Zuberi with a strange look on his face. Maybe it was because Zuberi was standing tall. Or maybe it was because Zuberi was so clean. Or maybe he noticed a few muscles in Zuyberi's arms. Whatever it was, the muscular boy grabbed the food but he couldn't stop looking at Zuberi. Zuberi just looked back and smiled.

 

Part 3

The next day Zuberi jumped into the van and yelled, "I'm hungry! I'm so hungry I could eat a whole chicken. Maybe two chickens. I'm so hungry!" I realized that after his feast yesterday he had had only a half portion of dinner and a half portion of breakfast. No wonder he was so hungry. The new exercises had caused his muscles to start growing and they wanted food. His body was now growing rapidly and it needed more food. His appetite had returned in spades. We got to my unit and he ran inside. "Food, food," he yelled. He was like a wild man. "First we've gotta weigh you," I said. "Let's see how much you've grown." He jumped on the scale. The needle went up to 85 pounds. "Wow, you've gained another three pounds. You're five pounds heavier than you were two days ago." He looked into the mirror and flexed his biceps. The fibers of muscle were definitely showing in his arms. Plus I could see little fibers of muscle in his shoulders and his pecs. His legs looked more solid, with muscle fibers growing there too. "Yeah," he yelled, only briefly looking at his body. He turned to me and yelled, "Food, food!" I looked at him seriously. "You weren't sick, were you Zuberi? Did you feel okay after eating all that chicken and the milk?" He smiled. "I felt great! My body loved the food. My shit was even bigger this morning. Now give me more food. I'm really hungry." I brought out one cup of his normal grain cereal, which he wolfed down so fast I could hardly believe it. Then I brought out the rest of the chicken (3/4 of a whole chicken) and a couple of ears of corn. Plus a whole quart of milk. He looked at the food and smiled. He started eating the chicken. Then he ate an ear of corn. Then some milk. Then some more chicken, the rest of the corn and finally the remaining chicken plus the milk. He finished off the whole meal in five minutes. "That was so good," he said, licking his fingers. "But I'm still hungry." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I gave him another cup of his grainy cereal. He poured milk on top of it and wolfed it down. "That's your dessert," I said, marveling at how much he had just eaten. His stomach must have expanded because he had no problem putting away that much food.

He leaped up from the table and ran over to the weights. "Time to work out," he said, like he was a trained Olympic athlete. This time he did three sets of all the exercises we did yesterday. And I added weights to the dumbbell, so he was now lifting five pounds instead of 2-1/2. . While he could do only one set of eight or ten reps yesterday, this day he was doing three sets of 10 with double the weight. And he made it look easy. I decided to give him a challenge. I put the barbell bar, which weighed 20 pounds, at his feet. "Pick it up," I said. He looked at the bar and then bent down and picked it up. "Press it up over your head, just like you did with the little dumbbell bars." He got the bar to his shoulders and then pressed it up. He slowed down at little near the top, but he got it all the way up and locked his elbows. "Fantastic!" I yelled. He tried to do another rep, but failed after getting half way up. I spotted him and he finished the rep. Then he did three more reps with my help. He looked in the mirror and raised his arms up and down. "I'm getting strong!" he said, smiling broadly. We did some bench presses, rowing motions, squats and toe raises with the same weight and he managed to do a couple sets pf severa; reps with my help. He tried to curl the 20 pound bar, but needed my help even for the first rep. Then we did another one and he said his biceps were burning. And then we did a third rep and he said his biceps were on fire. “No pain no gain,” I said as he flexed his biceps in the mirror. They were definitely getting larger. I could see the flexing fibers under his paper thin skin. I felt the muscle and it felt very hard. Hard like a rock. Zuberi had been working out only three days and his muscles already felt very hard when he flexed. He finished off doing sit ups and now he could do five on his own. He did three sets, with me helping him finish five reps in each set. He was exhausted. But his body looked radiant. His little muscles were all bulging under his thin skin. They were getting pumped with blood. I could see his veins, now pulsating with blood feeding the muscles.

"More food," he said. "I'm hungry again." He ate another half chicken, two more ears of corn and another cup of his grainy cereal. Plus another quart of milk. I thought I saw his stomach bulging out a little, with all the food it was holding. We watched some TV and then he ate again, just before we had to go back to the camp. He finished off the chicken and two more ears of corn. Plus another cup of grainy cereal and a quart of milk. That afternoon he ate 1-3/4 chickens, 6 ears of corn, three cups of his grainy cereal and three quarts of milk. I just couldn't believe how much this 14 year old boy could eat.

I didn't want him to starve again after his little half cup dinner and half cup breakfast. He needed lots of food in his body and it wasn't right to force him to eat all of it in four hours. So I made him a big protein shake and took it with me to dinner. I showed him where I hid it and he ate it after dinner. "That shake tasted real good," he said the next morning as I showed him the hiding place for his morning shake. Each shake had 75 grams of protein and lots of other nutrients. He ran over the van after lunch, still yelling that he was hungry. His appetite was just enormous.

When we got to my unit, he jumped on the scale. The needle jumped to 90 pounds. "Holy shit," I said. "You gained five pounds. All that food is turning into muscle!" He flexed his arms in the mirror and we both saw the biceps that were now bulging under his skin. His shoulders were showing fibers of muscle and his pecs were showing too. He was even developing some lats, although they were very small. I could see a little eight pack developing in his waist. He had absolutely no fat, so the little muscle he had put on was showing completely. And his legs were getting thicker, with strands of muscles showing under his black skin. "Yeah," he yelled. "I'm getting muscle. I'm gonna have bigger muscles than Kwame!" I looked at his body and nodded. "You sure are," I said. I was just so pleased for Zuberi.

This time we added 10 pounds to the 20 pound barbell bar, making 30 pounds for for most of his exercises. He was able to press it for reps of 10, 8 and 6 in three sets. The benches were easy, and I loaded five pounds on each side and he was still able to do three sets. He was also able to use the 40 pounds for his squats and toe raises. He curled 20 pounds for three sets of six to 10 reps. He was way stronger in all his exercises. He was really getting strong fast. Four days ago he could barely lift 2-1/2 pounds with one arm. Now he was benching 40 pounds and curling 20. He was like a new boy. He ate two chickens, eight ears of corn, 10 eggs and three quarts of milk. Plus three servings of the grainy cereal. Plus I increased the protein in his two secret shakes so he would have 100 grams per shake.

I watched him at dinner and I was watching the reaction of the muscle kids to his new ten pounds of muscle. He carried himself straight and tall, with his chin high and his shoulders back. I could see the new muscles in his arms, pecs and shoulders and I'm sure the other kids could see them too. When he got his food, the 13 year old muscle bully grabbed it out of his hand before he could eat one bite. "You look different, stick boy. Somehow you've been puttin' on some weight. I don't know how you did it, but you don't need your dinner, that's for sure. You gotta stay skinny." He wolfed down the grainy cereal and Zuberi just looked at him. The kid was amazed that Zuberi didn't say anything. Very strange, he thought. He looked at Zuberi's body. Zuberi slowly flexed the bicep and tricep muscles in his right arm. The little muscles bulged under his skin and the mouth of the 13 year old muscle boy dropped open. "You're not supposed to get any muscle," stammered the boy. "I got muscle and you don't got shit." He flexed his own arm and his much larger muscles bulged under his thin black skin. "Look at my fucking muscles." Zuberi looked as he had done so many times before. But this time he wasn't afraid of the kid. He just stood there, tall and proud. The kid was enraged. First, the skinny kid was showing him some muscles and now he didn't run away when the bully boy flexed his big arm. The kid pulled back his right arm and smashed it into Zuberi's gut. He noticed that the gut seemed harder than it had in all the other times he had smashed it. But Zuberi was nothing to the kid's muscles and he went crashing to the ground. "Fucking stick boy," yelled the bully as he walked away. Zuberi got up and rubbed his abs. They hurt from the punch, but they felt hard too as he flexed them. He again stood up straight and tall. All the other kids were staring at Zuberi.

After dinner, Zuberi went out and found the hidden protein milkshake. He gobbled it down. That shake had 10 times more protein and 10 times more nutrients than the grainy cereal the muscular kid took. And it tasted real good. He flexed his arm and felt his bicep muscle bulging. His abs were hurting but Zuberi felt great.

The next morning we served breakfast, and as usual one of the muscular boys took half of Zuberi’s breakfast. But he didn’t care. He had a big protein shake waiting for him. Then I heard some noise near the end of the food line. A skinny kid, probably about 12 or 13, was holding onto his food with both hands while the 10 year old muscle kid was trying to take it away from him. The skinny kid had just arrived in camp the day before. He obviously didn’t know the rules of the camp. The muscle boys take what they want.

“Gimme your food, you little twig. I gotta feed these muscles. They need lotsa food. You don’t need shit.” The new boy held on to his food and said “I’m hungry,” as his eyes looked plaintively at the 10 year old’s muscular body. The 10 year old sneered. “Fuck, do you think I care? Do you think I care if you’re hungry? Lots of kids in this camp are hungry, but us studs don’t care. We need extra food to feed our big bodies. Our big muscles need more food than your little twig bones need. And we take all the food we want from you little wimps.” The boy moved close the new kid and flexed his arms. Even though he was only 10 years old, his bicep muscles bulged under his thin black skin, forming golf ball sized balls of muscle. His arms were way bigger than the new kid’s arms. “Now I’m gonna show you what happens to you when you don’t do what I tell you.” He smashed his right fist into the new kid’s gut, forcing the new kid to buckle over in pain and drop his food. The new kid looked up at the 10 year old’s body with a look of total fear in his eyes. “I’m only getting started,” said the 10 year old, with a glint of terror in his eyes. ‘I love beating up kids.”

The 10 year old smashed his fists into the new kid’s chest and gut, landing blow after blow. The new kid was very weak and he couldn’t fight back. He was like a little rag doll, being manhandled by the strong muscles on the 10 year old boy. “You fucking little shit!” yelled the muscular boy as he landed a hard punch right into the new kid’s face. The new kid hit the ground with blood flowing from his face. The 10 year old was getting ready to jump on the fallen kid the beat him up even more when a hand grabbed his arm. “Let him go. You’ve done enough damage.” The muscle kid looked up and saw the skinny Zuberi trying to stop him from beating up the boy. He sneered. “Fuck you! I can do whatever I want to this little shit.” Zuberi’s hold on his arm was firm, but his ten year old muscles were strong and he jerked his arm away. Then Zuberi felt a big muscular arm wrap itself around his neck. “You just bought yourself the worst beating you ever had,” said a voice in his ear. It was Kwame, the 15 year old leader of the muscle kids. He turned to his 10 year old brother and said, “Finish off the punk. I’m gonna make this tall boy wish he was never born.”

The 10 year old started pounding again the new kid’s body and face, this time while the new kid was on the ground. The 10 year old muscle kid was sitting on him and laughing as he smashed his fists into his bony body. Testosterone was coursing through his veins. His skin was sweaty and I could see his muscles bulge every time he smashed his arms into the poor new kid. He had a lot of muscle in his shoulders, which flexed and bulged every time he moved his arms. His pecs were thick with muscle and his arms had hard cords of tricep muscles as well as strong biceps muscles. His forearms were shredded with muscle has he made fists with his small 10 year old hands. He was like a muscular animal -a young lion - pounding his muscular arms into the weak flesh of his victim - the wounded gizelle. “Fucking little shit!” he yelled as he pounded his fists into the poor new kid with wild abandon. “Nothin’ but a fucking bag of bones. I got muscle and you don’t got shit!” The other muscular kids were yelling out to the 10 year old muscle kid to smash the skinny little wimp into a bloody pulp. The much larger number of skinny kids were standing there silently, watching the brutal beating with a look of sadness in their eyes, as the strong conquered the weak yet another time.

Kwame moved his arm around Zuberi’s neck so his bicep was right next to the thin kid’s windpipe. He flexed his bicep gently a couple of times. The muscle bulged against Zuberi’s pencil thin neck, pushing in slightly with each flex. “Feel that muscle, shit face? Feel how big is is? Now you’re gonna feel how strong it is.” Instantly, he pulled in on his forearm and flexed his bicep real hard. The big muscle smashed into Zuberi’s neck, crushing his windpipe as it bulged with rock like hardness. There were loud cracking sounds as Zuberi’s cartilage was crushed. Zuberi’s little neck was nothing to the big muscle in Kwame’s arm. “I love crushing kids’ necks,” said Kwame. “I love hearing their necks crackle when my big muscle flexes and smashes into them. I love to flex over and over again, hearing and feeling that big muscle smash your little twig neck like it’s a little piece of twig.” He flexed again and again and laughed as he heard Zuberi’s neck getting smashed into nothing. Zuberi’s face was contorted in pain. “Yeah!”yelled Kwame. “Big strong muscles crushing the puny little weakling!” He was really getting turned on by seeing the damage his muscles could do.

Finally he got tired of crushing Zuberi’s neck and spun him around. Zuberi was several inches taller than Kwame, but Kwame was all muscle. He made a fist with his right hand and flexed his forearm and bicep muscles. Zuberi’s eyes got wide as he saw how big and strong Kwame’s muscles really were. “Big strong muscles crushing the little twig,” yelled Kwame as he smashed his fist right into Zuberi’s gut. Then he immediately followed up with an uppercut with his right hand into Zuberie’s face. And he was just getting started. He pounded Zuberi’s body mercilessly. Even though Zuberi was stronger than he had been a few days earlier, he was nothing to the big strong muscles of this 15 year old bully. He landed a few punches to the bully’s chest, but they dropped away harmlessly. “Fucking weak little shit,” yelled Kwame. He just stood there for a minute while Zuberi punched him, laughing away. Zuberi’s punches felt like feathers to him. Then he started punching Zuberi again, using all the force of his muscular 15 year old black body. Finally he landed a blow to Zuberi’s face which cause Zuberi to go crashing to the ground.

Kwame jumped on top of the battered skinny boy and looked at his body. Zuberi’s body was still clean from his showers at my unit, even though it was now badly bruised from the beating he just took. “You’re so fucking clean. I fucked up your body real bad but your still fucking clean. Look at my body. Yeah, look at it.” Kwame flexed his chest and lats as he sat on top of Zuberi. “Yeah, my body’s all dirty and sweaty. It’s covered with dirt and sweat. Yeah, I get real dirty and sweaty when I’m playing football, working out my muscles, taking food from you skinny wimps and beating you up. Yeah, I like being real dirty and sweaty. I’m a real man. Big muscles covered with dirt and sweat.” At that he dropped down and covered Zuberi’s body with his body. He started rubbing his muscular chest on Zuberi, rubbing off his sweat and dirt onto Zuberi’s clean skin. “I’m gonna put my dirt and sweat all over you. You’re gonna be covered with my dirt and sweat, you little punk.” Zuberi could feel the 15 year old’s big pec muscles bulge as he rubbed his dirt and sweat into Zuberi’s bruised skin. He was like a dominating lion, putting his scent on his conquered enemy and making the enemy know who was the boss.

He moved his chest up so his armpit was on top of Zuberi’s face. Then he pushed his armpit down into Zuberi’s face and rubbed his sweat all over Zuberi’s face. His armpit reeked of smelly sweat. Zuberi smelled that pungent smell. It was so strong! The bully held his armpit against Zuberi’s nose, making him breath in the sweat. “Smell my sweat, stick boy. Smell the sweat of a real man. A real man who can beat you up any time he wants.” He flexed his arms and rubbed his sweaty, dirty muscular arms on Zuberi’s bloody face and then on his shoulders and arms. He was covering Zuberi with his dirty sweat.

He then started moving his hips up and down. Zuberi could feel the boy’s cock getting hard under his shorts. Testosterone and adrenaline were surging through the muscular boy’s body. His muscles were hot and pumped from beating up Zuberi and now his cock was horny as hell. “I’m gonna fuck you, stick boy. I’ve fucked every girl in this camp and now I’m gonna fuck you. I bet you have a tight little ass, ‘cause you’re so fucking skinny.”

Kwame sat up and unbuttoned Zuberi’s shorts. Then he jerked them off and threw them to the side. “Fuck, look at your shriveled up little cock. Your cock ain’t big enough to fuck a rabbit. Your cock’s just as small as your fucking shriveled up body. What a fucking loser. You wanna see a real man’s cock? You wanna see the cock that’s fucked every girl at this camp? You wanna see the cock of the biggest stud around?” He pulled down his own shorts and his thick seven inch teen cock sprang up. It was already fully hard. “Yeah, check it out, stick boy. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of your tight little ass with my big cock. And I don’t care if you like it or not, ‘cause I’m strong and you’re weak and you can’t do a fucking thing about it.”

Kwame rolled Zuberi over so the skinny boy’s ass was facing up. His ass was very small and tight. But before the 15 year old muscle bully fucked him, he rubbed his chest and armpits all over Zuberi’s back, rubbing in his sweat and dirt all over Zuberi’s back and shoulders. He wanted the skinny boy to be covered with his dirt and sweat. As he rubbed, his cock got even harder as it felt the skinny boy’s thin body. He loved the feeling of his muscular body riding on top of the skinny boy’s skin and bones. He knew his was the alpha male. He knew he was a total stud. He was ready to fuck. “Take it all!” yelled the muscle kid as he raised up his hips and rammed his cock into Zuberi’s ass. Kwame’s thick rock-hard cock forced itself into Zuberi’s tight ass like a pile driver driving into soft clay. It rammed itself deep inside Zuberi’s body like it was made of steel and his body was made of putty. Zuberi cried out in pain as the thick seven inch weapon jammed itself all the way into his very thin body in one big thrust. Zuberi’s sphinter muscles were busted open as the big cock pushed away anything in its way. “Fuck yeah!” yelled the stud as his cock got all the way in. Zuberi’s ass was so tight. It really felt good on Kwame’s hard cock as he pulled his cock out and then rammed it back in. He felt like such a stud, ramming his big cock up the little wimp’s body. Kwame started pumping his cock in and out. He groaned as he enjoyed the sexual pleasure and his total humiliation and domination of the tall skinny orphan. Blood started flowing out of Zuberi’s ruptured ass, which actually made Kwame’s pumping easier and even more erotic. He pumped harder and faster, groaning with sexual arousal and frenzy. I looked at his body as he fucked. What a young muscle boy he was. His shoulders were broad and covered with muscle which was twitching with every fuck. His lats tapered down from his broad shoulders to his narrow hips, completely covering Zuberi’s thin body with their thick muscle. His narrow lower back had two ridges of muscle that looked very strong. His ass went up and down as it powered his cock, the muscle flexing with every thrust. His ass muscles were beautiful, hard globes of muscle with dimples in the sides. His legs were muscular too. He was a total stud fucking his helpless prey. The muscular strong fucking the pathetic weak. Finally he let out a huge roar - like a young lion vanquishing his prey - and his thick cock spurt shot after shot of cum deep inside Zuberi’s ass. He yelled “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” as the spasms of erotic pleasure surged through his muscular body. When he finanally finished, he pulled his still hard cock out of Zuberi’s sore ass and said, “Nice fuck, stick boy” Kwame had conquered another human being with his muscles and his cock. Zuberi just laid on the ground in pain.

Kwame stood up, put his foot on Zuberi’s bloody ass and flexed his arms in the air. His thick cock was still rock hard and it stood up at a 45 degree angle. He looked like a virile king, king of the kids. There were probably 200 kids watching him beat up and then fuck Zuberi. When he stood up and flexed, about 30 girls rushed up to him and started feeling his muscles. “God feel his fucking muscles,” they yelled. “You’re such a fucking stud!” Kwame smiled as the girls worshipped his body. Several of them grabbed his still hard cock and started groaning. “So big. So hard. You such a fucking man! I want this big hard cock inside me. I wanna have your babies. Big, strong, muscular babies. You are such a stud!” Meanwhile, Zuberi lay on the ground and all the girls ignored him. All they could think about was Kwame’s muscles and his cock. Several of the weak boys came up and dragged him out of Kwame’s sight. They dragged him over to where the new weak boy was laying on the ground, battered by the 10 year old. Zuberi looked at him and said “Give them half your food and they won’t hurt you.” The boy looked into Zuberi’s eyes with a look of profound sadness. “And don’t give up hope,” said Zuberi.

Zuberi crawled to his knees and finally stood up. His body was battered and it was covered with Kwame’s dirt and sweat. His face and ass were bloody from the beating and the fuck. He got his shorts, drank some water and sat on a log for a long time thinking. Many skinny boys came up to wish him well and to say they hoped he was okay. Lots of them had also been beaten up, either by Kwame or by the other muscle boys. Zuberi got in the lunch line and handed over his half lunch to the muscular 13 year old who was laughing at him and calling him a loser. Immediately after lunch, he jumped in the van and said very quietly, “I smell like Kwame. He rubbed his dirt and sweat on me. I gotta take a shower real fast. I hate smelling like Kwame.” I nodded my head as I looked at his dirty, battered body and smelled Kwame’s pungent sweat. We got to my unit and Zuberi took off his shorts and headed right to the shower. He was in there a long time, cleaning off every bit of Kwame’s smell and dirt from his tall black body. Meanwhile, I washed his shorts so they wouldn’t smell like Kwame either. He came out of the bathroom. He was still standing tall, even though I could see bruises all over his black skin. His face was bruised too, but it didn’t look like Kwame had inflicted any serious injury - no broken nose or bones. “Why don’t you take a day off from your workouts and recover from the fight,” I said helpfully. He looked at me with a very serious look in his face. “No, I wanna work out extra hard. I wanna eat lots of good food. I wanna get big. I wanna get strong. I wanna fight Kwame and smash his body with fists that are so big and strong and hard I’ll break his bones. Then I’ll fuck him so hard he won’t be able to walk.” I looked into Zuberi’s brown eyes and I could tell he was very serious. I came up to him and gave him a big hug. “Yeah, let’s do it,” I said. “Let’s see if Kwame knocked some pounds out of you.” I pointed to the scale and Zuberi jumped on it. “Niney-three pounds. Even after that fight you still gained three pounds. Your body really wants to gain weight. It’s like it can hardly wait to add mass and muscle. If you had a normal diet at the camp you’d probably weigh about 130 at 5’ 10”. But I think you’ve got really good genes. With the weights and all this food you’re gonna get a lot bigger than that.. It’s so fun to see you grow.” Zuberi’s eyes lit up and he yelled “Yeah!”

 

Part 4

I then served Zuberi his big lunch and his eyes got big as he looked at all the food. During lunch I said “Zuberi, what you did this morning was very courageous, but look what happened to you. From now on, I think you shouldn’t do anything that will agitate the muscle boys. Just let them take half the food of the skinny kids, including your food. Don’t get involved in any fights. Meanwhile, you’re gonna be eating way more food than those muscle bullies and you’re gonna be workin’ out with weights. You’re gonna be adding pounds of muscle every day” Zuberi smiled and flexed his arm. Yeah, there was still muscle there. I pointed to a punching bag I had set up in my unit. “Also, I’m gonna teach you how to fight. I was a pretty good boxer and martial arts fighter when I was in high school and college. I’m gonna teach you everything I know.” Zuberi’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, I’m gonna be a fighter! A big muscular fighter! I can hardly wait!” He wolfed down the rest of his food.

He hit the weights with more intensity than I had ever seen. The fight with Kwame had put a tremendous drive into him. He lifted more weight than he had done yesterday. He had another big meal and we then started the boxing and martial arts lessons. Zuberi was naturally athletic and he learned the lessons very fast. Then he had another big meal before we went back to the camp. We spent a hour and a half weightlifting, an hour in his boxing and martial arts training and an hour eating. At the end of the session I said “You’re becoming a lifting, fighting and eating machine.” Zuberi laughed and flexed his muscles at me. He seemed to be fully recovered from his fight that morning.

Zuberi continued this program every day. His body grew very rapidly. From 93 pounds he went to 96, 99, 102, 105, 107, 109, 112, 115, 118 and 120 in just the next 10 days. In two weeks he had gone from 80 pounds to 120 pounds. He had gained 40 pounds. He weighed 50% more than he had when he first came to my unit. And not only that, he had gained a half inch in height. His bones were growing just as fast as his muscles. He now stood at 5’ 10-1/2”, so he was taller than I was. His shoulders looked wider. And now they were capped with muscle. He still had absolutely no fat on his body. All his added weight was muscle. I started him on a split routine, where he worked out his upper body one day and his lower body the next day. And we always rested on Sunday. He took this day off and his body still grew. In two weeks he went from not being able to press a 2-1/2 pound dumbbell overhead to pressing 25 pound dumbbells with ease. He couldn’t lift that 25 pound dumbbell off the floor on his first day. After two weeks he was pressing them up and down over his head. He was benching 130 pounds, more than he weighed, and curling 45 pounds. He was squatting with 150 pounds and doing sets of 50 reps in his sit ups.

It was amazing to see his body grow. He was painfully skinny at 5’ 10” and 80 pounds. At 120 pounds, he was still skinny but he was like another boy. No longer could I wrap my thumb and forefinger around his little 6-1/2 inch upper arm. It had grown to 10 inches. Ten inches of muscle. His chest had grown from 29 inches to 36 inches and his thighs had increased from 12 to 16 inches. His waist had only grown three inches, from 22 to 25, but that three inches was solid muscle. He was forming a solid eight-pack of muscle in his waist as the situps and leg lifts added muscle there every day.. It was almost like watching time-lapse photography watching his body explode with muscle. Every day his chest looked larger, his arms looked bigger and his legs looked thicker. His shoulders were very wide and his hips were narrow. Now, besides the muscle capping his shoulders he had lats flaring out like wings on his back. They tapered down from his wide shoulders to his narrow hips. He looked like a real athlete. His pecs were getting bigger too, now striated with muscle and bulging a little on his chest. His neck was thicker and he started developing some traps. He now had muscle on his back and shoulders, not just bone. His legs now had striated strands of muscle and calves with diamond shaped muscle. Every muscle was visible under his paper thin skin. Veins were showing everywhere. Zuberi came out of the shower and stood before the mirror. “Pretty soon you’re gonna be bigger than me,” I said as I looked at Zuberi’s nude body in the mirror. “Yeah,” he said confidently, as he smiled and flexed his biceps in the mirror. His biceps exploded in to round balls of muscle in his arms. The fibers were very visible and veins pulsated with blood. Ten inch arms aren't very big, but when those arms were only 6-1/2 inches two weeks ago they looked huge. And they were all muscle.

“And look at your cock. It’s not all shriveled up anymore. It’s grown just like your muscles. It’s getting huge” Zuberi reached down and touched his cock. It was now about four inches long and it wasn’t even hard. As he touched his cock, I could see that it was becoming hard. He rubbed it gently with his fingers and it got bigger and bigger and bigger. He was looking at his newly muscular body in the mirror and his cock was responding to what he saw. "Look at your body, Zuberi," I said. "Look how much muscle you have. Look at your shoulders. Look how wide they are. And look at the muscle you have on your shoulders. You can press 25 pounds now with each arm and two weeks ago you could only press 2-1/2 pounds. Your lats are flaring down from your wide shoulders to your narrow hips. God, you look good! And your pecs are bulging in your chest. They can bench as much weight as your weigh. Your legs are getting bigger and stronger every day. You've put three and a half inches of muscle in your arms. Now they're big and strong, curling 45 pounds. Hell, I can only curl 60 pounds. In a couple of weeks you're gonna be stronger than me. You're a stud, Zuberi. You're a total stud." Zuberi looked at his new body in the mirror. His cock was now rock hard and I couldn't believe how big it was. It was about 8-1/2 inches and very thick. His 40 pounds of new muscle hadn't just landed in his chest, arms and legs. A few of those pounds landed in his cock. It was now longer and thicker than Kwame's cock. Zuberi was truly a stud. And could tell he was very aroused. Then he turned to me and said, "I've never cum before. My cock was all shriveled up before and now it's been growing so fast. But I don't know how to cum. Please teach me how to cum. Kwame cums all the time and I don't know how."

I looked at Zuberi and said, "You deserve to cum much more than that horrible Kwame. You will have ultimate sexual pleasure." I stripped off my own pants and shirt so I was nude too. Zuberi and I were both nude, standing next to each other in front of the mirror. "I will help you cum," I said. I got down on my knees and looked up at his muscular youthful body. He was like a young God. I stared up at his rock hard eight pack. I felt those abs with my fingers and they felt like corrugated steel. His flexors were hard too, and they led from his narrow hips to his crotch that was now big and bulging with his thick cock. His pecs were firm and I could see striations of muscle. His shoulders were so, so wide and capped with muscle that looked like black clay striated with fibers and veins. His lats flared down from those wide shoulders to his narrow hips and his arms were now muscular and so cut you could see every fiber of muscle.. His neck was thicker and his face looked drop dead gorgeous as he looked down at me. He really was like a young God.

I started licking his balls, which were hanging down from his huge cock. "Oh my God," he said. "That feels so good." I licked some more. Then I put each ball in my mouth and licked it with my tongue. "Oh, oh, oh," yelled Zuberi. He was getting totally aroused. More aroused than he had ever been in his life. I ran my fingers over his thick, muscular legs and diamond calves and his firm round muscle butt as I licked. Zuberi was all muscle and it was in all the right places. I started licking his cock. I ran my tongue up and down his big black shaft and he started yelling. "Oh fuck. I feel so good. My cock feels like it wants to explode." I licked some more as he started thrusting his hips and moaning with pleasure. Finally I put his cock in my mouth and licked and sucked like I had never licked and sucked before. "Oh FUCK!" he yelled. He started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, deep inside my throat. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he yelled. "Let it go, Zuberi!" I gurgled. "Let it go! Cum in my mouth!" He started thrusting faster and then he let out a huge yell as he unloaded spurt after spurt after spurt of his cum down my throat. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" he yelled as unbelievable sexual erotic spasms surged through his penis and his body. He was groaning with pleasure as his muscle stud sperm gushed out of his thick long cock. It was the most incredible experience I have ever seen another man have as he was having sex. He must have cum for two minutes, pulsating burst after burst of his teenage muscle stud cum down my throat. Finally he started to relax, but he left his cock in my throat. He was still groaning with pleasure. Finally he slowly took his cock out of my mouth and dropped down to his own knees. "That was incredible," he said. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. "You are incredible," I said.

Zuberi was always hungry. He was now eating a whole chicken with every meal - three meals in four hours at my unit - plus tons of corn, eggs, milk and vegetables. He continued to eat lots of his regular grainy food too. Plus he had two huge protein shakes after breakfast and after dinner. And sometimes I could find some steak or pork and he would gobble it up so fast I could hardly believe it. He was now eating about 5,000 calories a day and all that food was turning into muscle. He had absolutely no fat on his body.

The reaction of the kids at the camp was very interesting. At first, the muscle kids pretended to ignore the obvious changes in Zuberi’s body. Zuberi kept giving them half of his food and life was going on as usual for them. Kwame was fucking two or three girls a day. Some girls loved his body but some girls detested him. He and his muscle bully friends had taken food from their brothers, who were skinny and weak. So these girls hated Kwame. But he didn't care if they hated him. He fucked whoever he wanted to. He just used his big strong body and his big cock to fuck and fuck and fuck. He didn't care how the girl felt. The girls were like rag dolls to him - grab 'em and fuck 'em. All he cared about was getting hot and horny and having total sexual satisfaction as he as he shot his muscle sperm into as many of them as he wanted. He was going to be a father many times over. His muscular genes were being passed on to future generations. He was still eating three or four cups of food with every meal, taking a half of their portions from four to six skinny kids every time. The other muscle kids were doing the same thing. Life was very good for them. Life was still miserable for the skinny kids.

As Zuberi passed 100 pounds, the muscle kids couldn’t help but notice what was happening to him. The 10 year old all of a sudden didn’t feel quite as much in control of Zuberi as he used to. So he stopped asking him for food. When Zuberi got to 110 pounds, the 13 year old stopped getting food from him too. Zuberi didn’t look so weak any more. There were a lot of weaker kids to get food from. In fact, he - and the other muscle kids - thought that Zuberi would soon start demanding extra food from the other weak kids. But he didn’t do it. He just kept eating his little half portions of food. And yet he continued to grow. Finally, when Zuberi got to 120 pounds, Kwame stopped demanding his food too. Zuberi was only 5 pounds lighter than Kwame. He was taller so he was skinnier, but Kwame was smart enough to realize this tall kid was going to continue to grow. So he stopped hassling him for food. So now Zuberi got to keep his whole cup of food every meal. And he ate every bite. The muscle kids went on with their lives of taking food from the weaker kids. They didn't hassle Zuberi any more and Zuberi didn't hassle them.

The weak kids were amazed at what was happening to Zuberi's body. Here he was getting bigger and stronger every day and he was still only eating a half a cup - and then a whole cup - of food with every meal. Little did they know he was also eating three chickens, a dozen eggs, tons of corn and vegetables, a gallon of milk and two big protein shakes every day. Zuberi continued to wear only his shorts. I had to buy him a bigger pair, since his waist had put on a few inches of muscle and his legs were getting bigger. But he never wore a shirt. So all the weak kids could see the new muscles developing in his chest and back. They could see the growing muscle in his shoulders and they could see his 8 pack of corrugated muscle forming in his waist. His arms weren't little sticks any more. Now they were packed with muscle that flexed and bulged with every move of his arms. His shoulders were wide and his hips were narrow and he had wings of lats that flared down to those narrow hips. His butt was now round and muscular, bulging out underneath his shorts. His legs were thicker and the shredded muscle flexed every time he took a step. The weak kids just couldn't believe how much muscle he was adding to his body every day. They would come up to him and feel his arms. He would flex and they would gasp at what they were feeling. They would rub their weak little fingers on his abs and then his pecs, feeling his washboard abs and his striated chest muscles. And the most surprising thing to the weak kids was that Zuberi never tried to hurt them. He didn't ask for more food. It was like he was still one of them, only he was now getting muscular and strong. He never talked to the muscular bullies. When he talked to the weak boys, he told them to be strong and not to give up hope. They nodded as they watched his body grow. Girls were coming up to him and touching his muscles and reaching down and touching his cock. They whispered in his ear that he was hot. They said he was a lot hotter than Kwame. They told him they wanted to get fucked by him. Zuberi smiled but said that would have to wait. He didn't want to do anything that would piss off the bully muscle kids. And fucking one of their "girlfriends" might piss them off.

Zuberi's boxing and martial arts training went very well. He was a quick learner and as he got stronger he was able to apply his new strength to become a great fighter. He smashed his fists into the punching bag harder than I could even though I was heavier than he was. I realized that Zuberi was naturally athletic. He soon was able to do some martial arts moves that I could never do properly. After Zuberi passed 125 pounds he said "I wanna fight Kwame. I wanna kick Kwame's ass into the ground. I wanna fight!" I put my hand on his muscular shoulder and said "I think you ought to wait until you're at least 150 pounds, maybe even 160. Remember, when you start to fight Kwame, some of the other muscle kids might start fighting you at the same time. You might have to fight five muscle kids at the same time. They will know if you beat Kwame you'll be able to beat every one of them. You wanna be super big and super strong. You wanna be able to fight five kids at the same time." I looked at his 125 pound body. Since he was so tall he was still skinny, even though every bit of flesh on his body was muscle. I said "Kwame weighs the same as you but he's shorter. He's more compact. You gotta put on more muscle because you're so tall. Just wait another few weeks. You're putting muscle on so fast it won't take long." Zuberi flexed his arms in the mirror and smiled. "Yeah," he said. "I can't believe how fast I'm putting on muscle. I'm gettng so strong! I wanna get bigger! I wanna get stronger! I wanna smash Kwame!"

 

Part 5

Zuberi trained with even more intensity. In four more weeks he had put on another 25 pounds of muscle. Plus he had added another half inch to his height. He stood 5' 11" and weighed 150 pounds. He could bench 240 and military press 170. My records were 175 and 110 on these exercises, so he was already way stronger than me. He could now curl 90 pounds, which was way more than I could curl. And he could squat with 300 pounds. Zuberi was now living up the his name. Remember, Zuberi in Swahili means "strong." Zuberi was strong.

His arms now measured 14-1/2 inches, a half inch bigger than mine. But because Zuberi was all muscle and naturally athletic, his biceps were way stronger than mine. In a little over a month, his arms had increased from 6-1/2 inches to 14-1/2 inches, a growth of 8 inches. They had more than doubled in size. His chest measured 44 inches, a growth of 15 inches and his waist was still only 27 inches, 27 inches of corrugated muscle. His thighs were now 23 inches, a growth of 13 inches. They had almost doubled in size. And his neck and calves were 15 inches, a growth of 8 inches. He had gained 70 pounds of solid muscle. He was now a young muscle stud. I had to borrow some extra weights from my friends because Zuberi needed more weight every day. His body was just amazing. It just continued to grow and grow. Our training sessions were now an hour and a half of weight lifting, an hour of boxing and martial arts, an hour of eating and a half hour of sex. At the end of each of our sessions before his final meal, Zuberi would rip off his shorts and stand in front of the mirror, just like he did during his first orgasm several weeks before. He would touch his cock and it would immediately get hard. It was now nine inches long and very thick. He would stroke his cock. I touched his muscles as he flexed them for me and I told him how big and hard they were. Then I would suck his cock. Every day, Zuberi wanted me to suck his cock. He loved it and I loved it.

I remember the day Zuberi got stronger than me. Zuberi had gotten so strong so fast that I was now working out with him. We were working on our chests. We had warmed up with a couple of sets at 135. My maximum bench press was 175 and I got under the bar with the bar weighing 175. Zuberi spotted me and I managed to crank out just two reps, with him helping me a lot in the second rep. For some reason, I had never been able to bench more than 175. Then Zuberi said “Let me try it.” I knew he was getting strong, but having him bench the same as me was mind boggling. A few weeks earlier he could barely bench 20 pounds. The last time we worked out our chests, a few days earlier, Zuberi had managed to bench 160. I figured there was no way he was going to be able to do 175. He got under the bar and lowered it to his chest. Then he cranked out an easy 10 reps. My mouth dropped open. He jumped up off the bench and said, “That weight feels light.” He moved his arms back and forth, flexing his pecs. Even though his skin was black, I could see the red blood flowing through the muscle. It was pumped and it was bulging. Striations of muscle fiber were visible under his thin skin and the muscle was covered with veins throbbing with blood. He reached up and felt his pecs. “Wow, my pecs really feel big. And they’re real hard too. Feel ‘em, John.” I put my hand on Zuberi’s right pec and he flexed it for me. God it was huge. It was huge and it was rock hard. It was hot from pumping that heavy iron and his thin skin was covered with sweat. “God Zuberi,” I said. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown.” He smiled and flexed his pecs in the mirror. His triceps and delts were bulging too as he inspected his perfect looking body. “Put on another 10 pounds,” he said confidently. He got under the 185 pound bar and lowered it to his chest. Then he pushed it up as his pecs and arms bulged with power. “Yeah,” he yelled as he locked his elbows. Then he lowered the bar and cranked out another five reps, with me helping just a little in the last rep. “Fuck yeah,” he yelled as he jumped off the bench. He bumped his big pecs into mine, pushing me backwards, and said, “I’m stronger than you. I’m only 14 and I’m already stronger than you.” He smiled and flexed his arms in the mirror. “And I know I’m stronger than Kwame! Yeah!” I gulped as I looked at Zuberi’s vibrant body. “You’re packing on muscle so fast I can’t believe it,” I said. Zuberi laughed and did another two sets with 185 as I watched his remarkable muscles flex.

He was now way better than me in boxing and martial arts. I invited two friends over and the three of us fought Zuberi at the same time. Zuberi knocked me down in two hard blows to the gut and chest. He knocked down another guy with a strong kick to the chest and he knocked down the third guy with a brutal karate chop to his neck. Zuberi the orphan was in total control of all three of us. After the other two guys left my unit, Zuberi said, "Now I'm ready to fight Kwame. I'm big, I'm strong and I'm a great fighter. I wanna fight him tomorrow!" I looked at Zuberi and nodded my head. "Yes, you are ready, Zuberi. I am so happy for you." I thought back at how the stick boy Zuberi had gotten beat up so many times by those big muscular bullies. I looked at his strong, muscular body. Now he was ready to pay the bully boys back. He dropped his shorts and we had very hot sex. He seemed very excited about what he was going to do tomorrow and his cock showed it.

The next morning Zuberi drank his protein shake before breakfast. I had added some extra honey to give him extra energy. He watched as Kwame got his food and then started picking up extra food from the skinny kids. He had picked up food from four skinny boys and then walked over to another of the skinny boys and said “Gimme my food.” As usual, the boy took half of his food and dumped it into Kwame’s bowl. Kwame now had a huge pile of food. Kwame turned to go over to another skinny boy when Zuberi blocked his way. “Give him your food. Give it all to him,” said Zuberi as he pointed to the last skinny boy who was standing there with just a half cup of food. Kwame said “Fuck no. This is my food. They gave it to me.” Zuberi looked at Kwame in the eyes and said, “Yeah, they gave it to you ‘cause you beat ‘em up if they don’t.” Kwame flexed his arm and said. “Yeah, gotta feed these big muscles. These muscles need to eat. Go fuck off.” Kwame dug his fingers into his huge bowl of food and started eating. At that, Zuberi smashed his right fist into Kwame’s gut. “Game’s over, you motherfucker,” he said.

Kwame buckled over in pain and dropped his food. He looked at Zuberi with a look of fear in his eyes. He had been beating up kids for so long he forgot how if felt to be afraid. Zuberi smashed another blow into Kwame’s body, this time into his chest. Kwame was stunned. He had never been hit this hard in his life. He staggered backwards. Zuberi just stood there looking into Kwame’s eyes with a sneer on his face. Kwame tried to punch back, but his fist just bounced off Zuberi’s hard, muscular chest like a feather. Now he panicked, and he called out to his bully friends for help. Suddenly three other muscle bullies started attacking Zuberi. The tall muscular kid swung around and smashed his foot into the ribs of one of them. I could hear a cracking sound as Zuberi broke three bones in one vicious kick. Then he landed a left uppercut on another bully’s face, breaking his jaw and knocking him out. He smashed his hand into the third bully’s neck and the thug went crashing to the ground, out cold. He took out the three bullies in about 10 seconds. Then Kwame’s 13 year old and 10 year old brothers - the ones that used to beat Zuberi up with ease - came up and started attacking. These boys had never known defeat. They always won every fight because they were always fighting the skinny weak boys whose food they were taking. Zuberi smashed his fist into the 13 year old’s gut and then quickly threw a hard punch into his face, breaking his nose and his cheekbones. Then he hit him so hard in the chest the kid flew backwards about six feet, landing on the ground buckled over in pain. The 10 year old stood there stunned. Zuberi grabbed him by his upper arm and his leg and lifted him overhead. The kid started wailing in fear. Zuberi squeezed his fingers, squishing the kid’s flesh in his arm and his leg. The kid was now crying in pain. Zuberi threw him up in the air and he came crashing down on his back. The blow to his head knocked him out. All the kids couldn’t believe what was happening to the muscle kid bullies. And none of the other muscle kids tried to attack Zuberi after that. He now could concentrate on Kwame, who was horrified at what he was seeing.

Zuberi turned and stood in front of Kwame. He was four inches taller and 25 pounds heavier than the bully. He stood very straight and tall and his body was incredible. His shoulders were very broad, with caps of muscle bulging and twitching. His neck was strong and columnar with trap muscles bulging up on the top of his back. His lats flared down from his wide shoulders to his narrow hips. His pecs were thick and striated with muscle. His eight pack abs were corrugated like a washboard and his had incredible flexor muscles that flared down from his hips to his crotch. His butt was round and firm with solid muscle. His legs were big and shredded with slabs of muscle. His calves had two big bulges of muscle that looked as hard as rock. Zuberi hit a most muscular pose and the kids gasped. Kwame’s jaw dropped open. Zuberi relaxed and said, “How’s it feel to be the little kid? How’s it feel to be the skinny kid looking at a kid that’s so much bigger and stronger you’re terrified. How’s if feel to hear that bigger kid tell you he’s gonna fuck you up so bad you’d wish you were dead. Yeah, how’s it feel, asshole?” Kwame just stood there kind of trembling looking at Zuberi’s body. “Now you know how all the skinny kids felt. And now you’re gonna feel what they felt.”

Zuberi smashed his fist into Kwame’s gut. He has smashed his fists so many times into the punching bag. It felt so good to be hitting human flesh. Disgusting human flesh. Kwame buckled over in abject pain. “Hit my gut,” yelled Zuberi. “Hit my gut with your stinking fist.” He stood in front of Kwami and flexed his abs. Even though his waist was still only 27 inches around, it was all muscle. His abs tensed into corrugated steel. Kwame thought he had an opportunity so he pulled back his fist and smashed it into Zuberi’s abs as hard as he could. Smaaaack! His fist hit a wall that felt like concrete. He pulled it back in pain. His hand and wrist hurt real badly. “You’re so fucking weak,” yelled Zuberi. “You’re a fucking little stick boy. You know what I do to stick boys? I smash ‘em!” At that, Zuberi started pummeling Kwame with punch after punch after punch. His fists drove deep into Kwame’s body. It felt so good to Zuberi to be driving his fists into the dirty stinking body of the king of the bully boys. All the skinny kids were yelling, urging Zuberi to inflict even more pain on their greatest tormentor. The muscle kids who weren’t knocked out were looking on in horror. Kwame tried to fight back but he was completely ineffective. He was helpless as Zuberi’s new muscles smashed him.

Then Zuberi wrapped his right arm around Kwame’s neck. “Remember when you tried to crush my neck with your puny little muscle?” said Zuberi. “Well my muscle’s twice as big and hard as yours. My muscle’s gonna love smashing your stinking neck.” He moved his arm so that his 14-1/2 inch bicep was facing Kwame’s windpipe. Then he flexed. Instantly the muscle bulged into a huge peak of rock hard fibers that smashed into Kwame’s windpipe. There was a loud cracking sound as the muscle smashed through Kwame’s cartilage and forced itself back to his spine. “God your neck is weak,” said Zuberi. “Your neck is nothing to my big muscle. Your whole body is nothing to my big muscles.” Zuberi flexed and unflexed his bicep several times. He loved the sound of his muscle crushing the windpipe of his wicked enemy. He loved the feeling of his muscle smashing all the way back to Kwame’s spine. He could feel the bone on the top of his peaked bicep. “Feels good to be getting a pump smashing your fucking neck, asshole,” he said. His bicep was getting bigger and bigger as he flexed. Then he flexed and held the tension for a long time. Kwame couldn’t breathe. He started to gag. Spit started drooling out of his mouth. He looked at Zuberi in despair. He knew Zuberi could easily kill him. Just before he passed out, Zuberi released his grip and slapped his face hard a couple of times to wake him up. Then the newly muscular kid pulled back his right arm and smashed his fist into the bully’s face, breaking his nose and his cheekbone. Kwame fell to the ground.

Zuberi picked him up and Kwame stood there trembling in fear. Zuberi grabbed Kwame’s right hand and held it up in the air. Zuberi yelled out to the crowd of kids,“This is the hand that’s been taking food from all the little skinny kids in this camp. This hand’s taken food from six or eight kids every day and forced them to remain weak and skinny.” He lowered the hand and held it out from Kwame’s body with his left hand. Then he opened his right hand into a solid plane and raised it into the air. The muscles in his arm, shoulder and pec were flexing and bulging as he lifted his arm. Then he smashed his hand down into Kwame’s forearm, breaking both of his forearm bones in one powerful blow. Kwame yelled out in pain as his hand and lower forearm were now disconnected from the rest of his arm. They fell down below his upper arm. He grabbed his hand with his other arm to hold it in place.

Zuberi looked at the kids, who were stunned by what they had just seen. “Today and tomorrow the muscle bullies will eat no food. All their food will be given to the weak boys. After tomorrow, the muscle bullies will give half of their food to the weak boys. The muscle bullies were never again eat more than half of their food. If any muscle bully eats more than I just said, his arm will get broken just like Kwame’s.” He threw Kwame on the ground and walked over to a muscle bully and grabbed his right hand. He raised his right arm and held his hand open, ready to break the kid’s forearm. “You understand that?” The kid looked at Zuberi’s muscular arm and said “Yes.” Zuberi squeezed his hand, crushing the kid’s fingers. “Yes what?” The kid looked puzzled for a second and then said “Yes, sir!” Zuberi let go.

Some people might think that Zuberi was too brutal in the way he dealt with the muscle kid bullies. But in his culture, it is important for the new chief -- Zuberi -- to show his authority very strongly, to make it clear that anyone who defies him will be crushed. And Zuberi had definitely shown his authority.

Zuberi walked back to Kwame, who was writhing in pain on the ground. He pulled down his shorts and kicked them away. He was standing there naked. There were gasps from the kids as they looked at Zuberi’s muscular body and his big cock. He put his foot on Kwame’s chest and looked down at the beaten bully. “After you beat me up and fucked me I said to myself I was going to get big and strong and pay you back by beating you up and fucking you. I’ve gotten big and strong and I’ve beaten you up. But I’m not going to fuck you. Fucking should be an act of love, not an act of domination. Instead, I’m gonna piss on you. That’s what you deserve. You deserve to be covered with my piss.” He swung his cock back and forth for all the kids to see. It was semi hard, because Zuberi got really aroused as he was thrashing Kwame’s body. His cock very large -- 9 inches -- and very thick. The kids stared at his body and his cock like he was a God. Zuberi truly was a stud. He aimed his cock at Kwame and pissed all over him, with all the kids, except the former muscular bullies, yelling their approval. When he finished, he kicked some dirt on Kwame’s body and walked over to the kids. They all came rushing up to him screaming and yelling. It was like he was the emancipator. The liberator. They were now free from the domination of the muscle bullies. And the bullies were now going to eat the same small portions of food they had been eating. Their muscular bodies were going to shrivel. They were going to get small and weak. They would never again be able to bully the rest of the kids. The kids felt Zuberi’s new muscles as he proudly flexed for them. All the girls were pushing to touch him and his cock. “Fuck me Zuberi, fuck me! You are such a stud! I wanna feel your big cock in my cunt. I wanna feel your big muscles. You’re way better than Kwame. You’re a total stud.” Every girl there wanted to be fucked by Zuberi. They all wanted his kids. Big, tall, muscular strong kids. He was the new king of the kids. And he was a good king.

Zuberi made sure the bully muscle kids followed his orders. The next day, when the bully kids were ordered not to eat anything, some kids saw the 13 year old eating some food. He was immediately turned in to Zuberi who came over to him and grabbed his hand. “Wait!” yelled the kid. “I’m hungry! I gotta eat.” Zuberi looked at him and sneered, “You made all these other kids hungry for years. You ate six or eight times as much food as they did. I said no food and I meant it.” Then he slashed down with his open hand and broke the kid’s forearm in two. No other bully kid ever thought of breaking Zuberi’s orders.

As the days went by, the bully kids got thinner and thinner. They were now eating the same half portions of food that they had forced on the skinny kids when they were in control. This was down from the three or four portions of food they had been eating before. So they were eating a small fraction of their previous portions. Their bodies were shrinking. And the skinny kids were eating their full portion plus an extra half. So the skinny kids were getting bigger. It was almost like the bully kids were giving their muscles to the skinny kids. A big muscle exchange was going on. Zuberi showed the skinny kids how to do pushups, pullups, situps and other exercises so they could build their muscles bigger. Zuberi cranked out 100 pushups easily. The kids marveled at his buff muscles as he pushed himself up and down so easily. Then he had a skinny kid sit on his back and he did another 50 pushups, pushing up the weight of two bodies. The kids gasped at his incredible strength. He did 50 pullups easily and then had a kid grab his waist and hang on. The kid couldn’t believe how hard Zuberi’s abs were as he hung on to Zuberi’s ripped muscular body. Zuberi lifted his own body and the kid’s body 25 times. His lats flared out like wings on his back and his biceps coiled into balls of rock hard muscle as he pulled up their bodies. The kids all had their mouths open as they saw Zuberi’s incredible strength. Zuberi jumped down from the bar and stood before the kids. His shoulders were so wide and his hips were so narrow. His shoulders were way more than twice as wide as his hips. He was an incredible human specimen. He flexed his lats, pecs and abs. His thick slabs of lat muscle formed huge wings of solid, vein covered muscle that tapered from his broad shoulders to his narrow hips. His 8 pack abs and strong flexor muscles covered his tiny 27 inch waist. His shoulders were packed with muscle that was three inches thick, striated with fibers and covered with veins. His pecs bulged out from his chest, forming a deep crevice between the two huge giant muscles. And his legs were like big oak trees, bulging with slabs of muscle on top of huge diamond shaped calves. His face was gorgeous, with bright white teeth, a very strong jaw and chin and big cheekbones. Zuberi’s body was absolutely perfect.

At first, none of the skinny kids could do any pullups and only a few could do even a pushup. But they helped each other and pretty soon they were doing pushups and pullups on their own. They were getting muscles. After about two months, the skinny kids were way more muscular than the bully kids and could beat up the bullies any time they wanted. And some of them did. They had to pay back those bullies for their years of torment.

Zuberi continued to grow. In the next two months he gained another two inches in height and 40 pounds of muscle. He was six feet one inch tall and 190 pounds of chiseled, rock hard muscle. I had never seen a 14 year old with a body like Zuberi’s. Zuberi’s huge body needed a lot more food than he could ever get at the camp without the extra food I gave him. I knew I would have to leave for the United States and I wanted Zuberi to have a great life. I talked to Zuberi about adoption and I sent his story and a few pictures of him to some families in my town in the United States, hoping one of them would adopt him. A childless couple adopted Zuberi and brought him to my town in the United States. They told me they were so lucky to have such a wonderful young man as their son, although their food bill had now tripled.

So here I am back in the United States. Zuberi is still 14 years old - just a few months shy of 15 - and in 9th grade at our local high school. He’s now 6’ 2” tall and weighs 230 pounds. He’s almost three times heavier than he was when I first met him about six months ago, when he weighed only 80 pounds. Even though he’s only in 9th grade, he’s the star running back on our school’s football team. He also plans to play basketball - he’ll be a dynamite forward with all his strength and power and his incredible jumping ability. Then he’ll run sprints and throw the shotput in the springtime. He’s the fastest kid in the school. He’s also the strongest. He can bench press 475 pounds and squat with 600. He can curl 250 and military press 300. He’s way stronger than even the biggest seniors on the football team. And his body is still totally cut and shredded. I don’t think Zuberi has ever had a gram of fat on his body.

Zuberi has girls and guys touching his muscles all the time and wanting him to flex for them. He happily flexes and they ooh and ahh over his incredible body. He himself can’t believe how big and strong he’s gotten. After a hard workout in the school gym, he comes over to my apartment, rips off his clothes and stands before the mirror. I’m always there and I immediately start feeling his muscles and telling him what a total muscle stud he is. He touches his cock and it immediately gets hard as I fondle his huge body. Then I get on my knees and lick his huge balls. He gets totally aroused, just like he did the first time he had sex at my unit back at camp. I start licking his now 10 inch cock and he starts yelling with erotic pleasure. Then I put that huge thick cock in my mouth and suck it and lick it while Zuberi watches his incredible body in the mirror as he fucks my mouth and throat with hard thrusts of his hips as his muscles flex under his paper thin skin. Then he roars like a lion and his huge cock explodes with spurt after spurt of muscle stud sperm gushing down my throat. He’s now fucked a few girls and boys - they all want to be fucked by his huge cock and feel his big muscles and look at his handsome face. But his favorite orgasm is just like the first orgasm he ever had. With me.

THE END

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