From: amadan101@yahoo.com
Subject: [MGS] NEW STORY: THE HEALTH FARM
Date: Friday, September 21, 2001 6:47 AM

The Health Farm

by MuscleTeen

Inspired by the cool and much better story "The
Vortex", but I hope this will have it's own 'angle'.
This idea is one of my ultimate fantasies...

Please mail comments to amadan101@yahoo.com

-Wednesday

"Come on Brett", Matt urged. Brett pulled the barbell
up to his chest one last time, letting out a last
gasp. MAN that was hard. His biceps were pumping hard
now - from the effort. 

-"Great", Matt said. Except it wasn't really. They
both knew it. They were the smallest guys in the gym -
it didn't help that they were the youngest. It was a
small gym in a small country town, and the big guys,
though not astounding were BIG, 'cos there was no-one
to compete. They loved flexing in front of the small
wiry teens, showineg THEIR power and muscle. No matter
how the guys worked out, the didn't grow - they were
two preoccupied with impressing the bigger guys. They
were lifting too heavy weights, and hadn't developed a
proper routine. 

They discussed this on the way home. They had both
been working out for a few months, and apart from the
initial hardness that comes from working out, they
hadn't really grown. 

-"We need our own weights man", Matt said. "We need to
work out where we're comfortable, go to the gym when
we can lift good".
 Brett nodded. The problem was, they didn't have any
money - couldn't afford weights. 

-"We could get a job - cutting grass and stuff", Matt
said. "Give us a chance to build our tan over the
summer holidays".

Brett agreed - "Yeh - why not - save up hard and get
some weights".

They walked home to Brett's place - his parents were
away. They watched some shit videos, jacking off to
some shit bitches in them. Brett flexed his bis as he
jacked. He wasn't a bad looking kid - sixteen, thin
and wiry, no body fat - but not much muscle either -
looked like a young model - had a handsome face, with
a crop of blond hair. Matt was similar, perhaps a
little fatter, had a small gut - couldn't get rid of
it no matter how many fucking crunches he did - he was
jealous of Brett's flat stomach - but then his muscles
were a little bigger - had some roundiness in them.

His hair was black - short and spiky. The concept of
'Genetics' hadn't reached this small country town.

Both guys were equal height - 5ft 8, but Matt looked a
little taller due to his extra weight. Both guys were
as smooth as the day they were born - with a good tan 
- they spent most of their holidays lying around
trying to look cool. They had been friends forever -
their parents were good friends, so it was inevitable.


-Thursday

It was greeted with surprise from their parents, when
they told them they wanted to get a summer job. Matt's
parents, who were keeping check on Brett while his
parents were away, agreed - thought it would be good
for them to get away from those videos the guys
thought they didn't know about. Matt's father made
sure he kept a check on everything his son watched -
it was his duty as a father.

They went around the neighbourhood. Most people were
glad to give them chores - cutting grass, painting the
house. As they went around, they built up a decent
working week.
-"Wow man, we're going to make a fortune".

They came up to the Eastman place, owned by Mr.
Eastman - who nobody really knew. He had electronic
gates which were always closed. The guys peered
through - lots of grass that needed cutting - fuck it
- he was rich - he might take them on. They buzzed and
waited. No answer. Matt buzzed again - longer this
time. No reply. Matt pressed and held the button -
Bzzzzzzzzzzz - "fuck man come on".

"YES", a deep voice barked down the intercom. Matt
leapt back in fright. 

-"Em - hi we're em - looking to do chores - have you
any jobs you needed doing?"

Silence

"Hello?", Matt asked.

Silence.

"Fuck you...", Matt said.

They turned to walk away, but as they did, the gates
opened. The guys looked at each other, shrugged their
shoulders as if to say why not - and went in. 

The driveway was longer than it looked. It split a
large landscaped lawn in two as it approached the
house. The lawns were full of statues - mainly large -
mainly men - mainly naked. 

"Fuck me", Matt said, looking at one of the statues,
that looked like a morphed David - in EVERY
department. 

They got up to the door, and climbed the steps. It was
a large house - neo-Georgian mansion. "This guy is
loaded", Brett said, as Matt pushed the bell. They
didn't have to wait long this time. The door opened
and behind it stood a HUGE guy - 6' 5 with a very grim
face staring down at the two guys. The guy was
completely naked except for a black silk thong which
just barely covered a huge cock. It had little strapps
to either side. He was deeply tanned. He had huge
pecs, big mounds of muscle falling from his torso -
and heavy broad shoulders. Brett looked at his arms.

They were fucking HUGE. His bis were a huge mass of
muscle growing from his arms, his tris even larger,
growing from his shoulder and not receding until just
at his elbow. He had a thick neck, supported by
equally thick traps. He had a black silk bowtie around
his thick neck to match his thong. Atop, was a face
you wouldn't want to meet on a dark night - itself
darkly tanned, with dark eyes and a dark stubble.
Apart from this and long black hair - wet and thrown
over one side, the guy was completely smooth. And
huge. Below the unmissable black thong were huge
thighs, deeply cut, growing out the side and front of
his legs. They were pushing his massive cock and balls
out from his legs.

"YES" - that same deep voice again. 

-"Em - Mr. Eastman?", Matt said. "Hi - em - we're
looking to do some chores - cut some grass and stuff -
have you - em - any chores?" Matt couldnt speak
proplerly, he was so amazed by the wall of muscle
standing before him. The man just stared at him as he
spoke. 

-"Let the boys in Fabian", a voice said behind the
wall of muscle. 

The giant stood aside, his silky black thong sticking
half way across the doorway. Behind him was a much
smaller man - beaming smile across his face. 'Smaller'
in the sense that he was normal. About 40, 45 he was
5-8, 5-9 and reminded both Brett and Matt of Matt's
dad. A normal looking guy - looked like he worked out
- but nothing as amazing as the muscle stud in front
of him. 

"Please excuse my butler boys. I haven't trained him
fully yet". As he said this he squeezed the massive
rod trapped in the black thong and smiled again -
"please come in"

The boys stepped in, passing the huge guy who looked
so annoyed that he might crush them between his huge
thighs. They stepped into a lagre hall, again adorned
with statues, this time all men, all huge, all naked. 

-"Come out ot the pool boys, it's such a nice day",
Mr. Eastman said cheerily. They followed him out.
-"Fabian, bring us some drinks - boys would you like a
soda?"

They guys nodded, not daring to suggest anything else.
Fabian disappeared, and they headed out the back. As
they neared the back door, they could hear splashing
and laughing. They stepped out onto the patio, which
ran along the side. They couldn't believe what they
saw. 

The pool was full - about twenty bodies jumping around
- playing laughing - throwing a beach ball around.
More were lying on deckchairs around the pool.

'Bodies' doesn't describe what they saw properly. Most
of the guys around the pool were huge - not as big as
Fabian - more model like - but huge all the same. They
had big, cut muscles, all beautifully tanned, all
glistening in the sunlight. Most of them looked very
young - same age as the guys. As they stepped out, the
noise died down and everybody looked up. 

The guys were suddnely VERY self conscious. As twenty
pairs of beautiful eyes belonging to beautiful young
bodies stared up at them, they felt very small, very
pathetic. The noise picked up again. 

-"Ah - here's the drinks." Fabian came out with three
sodas on a silver tray. He placed them in front of
each of the three, his cock rubbing heavily against
the guys as he put the glass down in front of each. 

-"Thank you", the teens mumbled nervously. Fabian
grunted, and stood, with military like stance behind
Mr. Eastman. He donned a pair of wrap-around
sunglasses, that made him look EXTREMELY sexy. He
glared at the  guys as they sipped their soda.

-"Now boys, what can I do for you?", Mr. Eastman said.
The completely in shock, and for a moment, forgot why
they were here.
-"Em - we're trying to make some money - and were
wondering if you needed some help  with grass cutting
and the like - but you obviously have lots of help",
Matt said looking out towards the pool once more.
-"Really", Mr. Eastman said, as if Matt had said he
had flown to the moon.

-"Yes - yes I could do with some help - the boys are
far too busy - FAR too busy at the moment - lot of
bookings you see."

The boys didn't see. 

-"And Fabian", Mr. Eastman, "Poor Fabian has being
trying his hardest to keep up with the maintainence,
but it's really not fair on him - he's very busy
running the house". Mr. Eastman turned and glanced at
Fabian - and squeezed his huge cock again. Fabian
didn't move.

The guys dared a glance at him. He didn't look poor or
busy - he looked massive and sexy. 

"Yes- that's really fantastic - shall we say three
days a week for the summer - $150 dollars a day each?
Is that enough - I'm not sure of the going rate these
days - it's very hard work I'm sure."

Matt gulped. That was $900 a week between them. That
would buy a fucking gym! He nodded, unable to speak.
-"Excellent, excellent", Mr. Eastman said, standing
up. The boys stood up also, Brett gulping down the
last of his soda. 

-"Yes that will work very well, won't it Fabian? We've
some guests arriving on Friday I think - so it'll be
nice to have the place looking tidy. We have all the
equipment here of course. Now if you'll excuse me
boys, Fabian will show you out. I have some people to
call. We're very busy here, as you can see." Mr
Eastman laughed. 

-"Is this a hotel?", Brett blurted out. Matt could
have killed the fucking idiot on the spot. Even Fabian
 broke his gaze to look at him.
For the first time since they'd arrived, Mr. Eastman
stopped smiling. He looked thoughtful, as if
contemplating the answer to a difficult math question.

-"Yes", he said smiling, "Yes I suppose you could call
it that - a special hotel - a health farm - where men
come to - well come to relax I suppose. - Of course a
condition of your employment is that you don't discuss
this - operation - with anyone - not even amongst
yourselves."

Brett was silenced by Fabian's glare, and didn't ask
the million questions in his head. Fabian showed them
to the door, his cock sticking out - pointing the
direction. As he opened, Matt said "Cheerio", as
cheerfully as he could manage, but Fabian looked grim
- his beautiful face unflinching, his beautiful body
pumped. 

"See you tomorrow", Matt said, door closing.

The boys ran down the avenue. 

-"What do you think goes on there?", Brett asked. 

"Who gives a FUCK - $900 dollars a week - YIPPEEEE!",
Matt shouted, ignoring his friend's questions. 

---

Friday

Matt and Brett got up early on Friday morning. They
both wanted to 'groom' themselves before starting at
the Eastman place. All those young hunks would be
looking at them, with their fucking huge muscles. And
Fabian - who needed a security dog with someone like
him around. He terrified both of the guys - his
menacing cock flopping around in it's huge thong. 

They headed for the Eastman place early - wanted to
make a good impression. Matt buzzed the gate. Again no
response. Matt buzzed again. 

-"YES", Fabian's voice came over again. 

-"Hi Fabian", Matt said - trying to sound calm even
though his voice was shaking. "It's MAtt and Brett".
Silence. Fabian had obviously forgotten them. 

-"The gardeners", Matt suggested helpfully.
There was a grunt, and the gates opened. 

The boys headed up the long drive. This time, there
was no sign of Mr. Eastman, and Fabian was outside
waiting for them - like a rottweiler ready to pounce.
Again dressed only in thong and bowtie. His neck
muscles bulged around the tie - it looked as if it
would rip off at any moment. The guys went up, scared
shitless, but trying to look cool. As they approached
the hulking mass, he started walking around the side
of the house to some sheds. He opened the door -
inside was all types of gardening equipment - tractor
lawnmower, lawnmowers, strimmers - it was like a
hardware store. Fabian spoke.

"The grass needs cutting - clean around the pool -
BEFORE lunchtime, then tidy up the avenue. His voice
was deep, and resonated around the shed, and in the
guys' ears. It was a velvety voice - deep, purring and
sexy. This guy was a sex god.

The guys nodded - not wanting to make Him talk any
more. Fabian went off, following the semi-erect cock
swaying in front of him. Brett said what Matt was
thinking:

"I wonder does his cock ever soften?" They both
watched the hunk head back for the house - not walking
but STRUTTING - legs wide apart to accomodate the
gigantic thighs, lats rocking up and down as he
walked, huge but tight butt flexing with each step.
The guy would take on any Olympian, and probably win.
His whole body pumped with muscle, and each muscle led
the eye on to the next - eventually and inevitably
leading hte eye to his centrepiece - that COCK!

Matt shook his head, as if trying to wake from a
day-dream. He hopped on the tractor mower, and Brett
took the push mower. They went off, cutting the main
lawns - got a system going quickly. Brett cut the
grass around the huge statues - Matt cut the main
swathes of grass. By ten, the sun was shining down -
and both guys stripped down to their shorts. They kept
going for another hour or so. As Matt was cutting, he
noticed Fabian standing at the door of the house.
Fabian was standing there, and as he saw Matt look up
- he beckoned them up - his huge arm commanding
attention and subsequent obedience. 

The boys turned off the machines, and headed up.
Fabian had dissappeared by the time they got up, so
they headed into the house after him. Going through
the huge hall, they went out back. This time there was
no laughter at the pool - all was silent. They were
just about to step out, when they heard Mr. Eastman
call them. 

"Boys - I thought you might like a break".

The boys nodded - they were both thirsty with the
heat. Fabian came up with sodas on a tray, and the
boys took one gratefully. 

"Oh dear - is it VERY hot?", Mr Eastman said
sympathetically. "Look your all covered in sweat.
Covered, all over in hot sweat".

The guys felt a little uncomfortable as Mr Eastman
looked them over, seeing where they were covered in
sweat. As if that wasn't enough, he came up to them
and peered closer, taking a look at their front and
back - looking htem all over! 

Both guys went very red. To make things worse, two of
the studs came running through the hall. They were
identical, both about 6'5 with boyish faces - blond
hair looking a little tossed. Their bodies were pumped
up - not huge, but low bodyfat showed them off very
well. 

"BOYS", Mr Eastman said, a little sharply. The two
stopped dead. "What have I told you about running in
the house" The two boys mumbled an apology. "Now say
hello to Matt and Brett - they're our new gardeners".
The teen-hunks cmae up to the two guys and offered a
hand. As they shook, the teens squeezed hard. Matt
could see the bicep bulge in the guys arm, and felt
the pain in his hand. The guy shook his hand -
sneering a little. Matt went red again. He could see
Brad shaking his hand a little when the guy released
his hand - he'd obviously been 'squeezed' again. 

"Hurry along boys - Mr. Cummins is waiting". The boys
hurried out - walking as fast as they could without
running. Matt and Brett watched their tight little
butts wobble through the blue lycra shortpants as they
walked out to the pool area. 

"They're the twins", Mr Eastman said proudly. "Some
clients have very specific demands - VERY specific".
He said this last point, as if to himself, and looked
the guys up and down as he did.  "Boys - don't be
embarrassed - but did you ever consider working out -
you have exceptional bodies if I may say so - and
they'd really benefit from some extra muscle."
MAtt went red. He didn't consider his body
exceptional. 

"Oh yes", Brett blurted out - that's why we want money
- to save for weights. Brett chattered on - telling Mr
Eastman their history of working out. Matt thought of
ways to kill him - painfully.

Mr Eastman nodded and hummed as Brett talked - Matt
thought he must be feigning interest - nobody could be
that interested -especially in what Brett had to say. 

But on the contrary. Mr Eastman nodded, and asked
Brett questions when he had finished ranting. 

"Boys - I don't know if you'd like to - but I'm always
looking for new - em - new models to join me here."
"You mean look like THEM", Brett said excitedly. Matt
thought death by ripping his throat out. 

"Well, yes and no. As I say, some clients have
specific requests - very specific. And poor Fabian -
he's been run off his feet - the poor thing has had to
do all the 'large' orders recently"

"You mean - look like him?", Brett said - in shock.
This time Matt could only agree. That - between the
lines - was what Mr. Eastman was suggesting. 

"Oh well", Mr Eastman said, almost dismissing it,
"better get back to work". As he walked through the
large hall he turned - and unusually wasn't smiling.
"Think about it boys - you have great potential - I
have the capacity to change you - to whatever you want
to be - WHATEVER you want to be". He said this
solemnly, as a man who meant every word. He miled,
turned and left the room, followed by Fabian's cock
and Fabian.

Brett turned to go back out. "Wait", Matt said. He
went out to the pool area. The twins were there, with
some guy - not nearly as big as them and older. One of
the twins was flexing his beautiful body in front of
the guy - who was lying back in a pool chair, while
the other had his head in the guy's crotch . Both guys
had seen enough videos to know that he was giving a
blow job. The guy was panting and rubbing the teen
sucker HARD. 

"Ugh", Brett said. "Horrible"

"Mmm", Matt said, pretending to agree. But his dick
was getting hard, and he knew his answer to Mr Eastman
was going to be a definite 'YES!'. 

----

That's the first part of this story guys. Like to know
what you think. If any of YOU would like to visit the
health farm, write and tell me - I'll work YOUR
specific demands into the story where possible. Sorry
there's no muscle growth yet - but don't worry - there
will be - I PROMISE!

amadan101@yahoo.com

From: amadan101@yahoo.com
The Health Farm

Part Two

by MuscleTeen

Comments please to amadan101@yahoo.com. THANK YOU for
the  response so far. I hope to incorporate as many of
your ideas (a lot of which are remarkably similar -
you guys should meet up!) as possible into the story.
This part is a bit long - still developing characters
- but hope you stick with it - I've a few rewards
along the way...!


Matt and Brett continued working for the day. The day
got hotter, and they got sweatier. Finally, with all
the chores set by Fabian completed, they put all the
equipment back in the shed and headed off home. When
they got to the gates, Matt stopped.
"Brett - you go on man - I forgot my bag - I'll catch
you up."
Brett was too tired to contemplate waiting, so agreed.
Matt headed back up to the house and rang the door.
After a while, Fabian answered. 
-"Em hi - I'd like to see Mr. Eastman", Matt
stuttered. Damn that guy was so BIG. Fabian visibly
sighed - seeming a little tired. He let Matt through -
Matt had to literally push his cock out of the way as
he walked through the doorway. Fabian seemed to resist
a little, holding his cock fast. Matt eventually
sidled by it. 

Mr Eastman was sitting in a large drawing room -
ornately decorated. On the walls hung large portraits
of stunning men - adopting Greek statue style poses.
Matt's face dropped when he saw the SIZE of some of
the guys. 

"Like what you see", Mr Eastman said. Unusually, he
wasn't smiling. 
"I was hoping you'd come back - you're just what I
need." Matt gulped. 
"What exactly does it involve?", Matt asked. Mr
Eastman pointed Matt to a seat - a huge settee, into
which Matt literally sank. Mr Eastman clicked his
fingers at Fabian, who picked up a remote control. One
of the huge pictures in the wall revolved in a James
Bond-esque manner, its rear revealing a huge TV
screen. 
"The twins", Mr Eastman said to Fabian. Fabian keyed
in numbers on the control. The twins Matt had seen
earlier came up on the screen. Matt was intensely
jealous of them, resenting their size and strength and
general sexiness. 
"You met the twins today. They have been here for
three months" The slide changed. This is the twins
three months ago. A slide showing the two's former
state came up. The change was unbelievable. The two
teens on the screen now could have been any two teens
- thin limbs, drooping shoulders, fit looking, but
nothing amazing - gut sticking out. 
Fabian clicked again. A video played, showing the
metamorphosis of the twins - from their initial size
to the hunky studs they were now. 
"This shows the progress over three months - it has
been made up of a montage of photos taken every week
over that time", Mr Eastman said, as Matt watched the
transformation before his eyes. 

The video started with the twins standing, rather
sheepishly before the camera. Their thin arms and legs
were pale, their torsos no distinctive features beyond
nipples and a gut. They were wearing jocks, but
nothing exciting was trying to escape. Te video moved
on slowly - the first thing Matt noticed was that
their shoulders pulled back - were wider. Nothing else
- maybe their faces had a slightly more confident
look. The video moved on. The shoulders were
definitely wider - and there was a bit of pecs pushing
out the nipples. Their legs took on a nice outward
curve along the thighs - their arms thickened
slightly, especially around the biceps/triceps. This
blended into the next image. Now there was some
definition in the shoulders - they were pushing out a
bit from the top of the arms. The pecs pushed out -
much more than before - leaving a shadow underneath
them. Their arms took some real definition - their
thighs bulging a little more.

"We're getting into the main growth routine now," Mr
Eastman said.  

That was obvious. As the video moved on from slide to
slide - each slide blending into the next, the
muscular definition of both teens changed
considerably. Their pecs pushed out to the beautiful
mounds of muscle they now were. Their shoulders were
striated, each delt pushing his neighbour - well
defined. Their traps pushed up from the top of their
back, up the sides of their necks. As the slides were
going on, the boys changed their pose - very slowly,
from just standing there to a most muscular. As their
arms crabbed, their biceps really began to peak,
growing nicely from their arms. Their forearms
thickened in sync, and waist narrowed slightly,
enhanced by widening lats. The teens were getting
muscular - not enormous - but as big as a good pro -
heavy , defined muscle on a sexy body. Their thighs
were fully seperated into the four quads now, the cuts
in between each quite deep. The jocks they were
wearing at the start of the video had changed now -
Matt couldn't be sure when to the teen's trademark
blue lycra shorts. The expressions on the faces
changed from shyness to confidence to outright
arrogance - the final pic had a smile that said "I
know I'm SEXY!"

 Matt was getting a real big hard on now, watching
this change. 

"Ask the boys to come in please", Mr Eastman said to
Fabian. Fabian disappeared, and reappeared quickly,
followed by the two blond beauties. The two teens
stood in front of Matt. Matt was trying hard to
de-erect, but it was impossible - the metamorphosis
video was re-playing in the background - slowly - each
muscle visibly growing on each of the teen's body.
Meanwhile the teen's he ahd just seen transformed
stood there in front of him. After fingering
themselves a little, one moved his hands from his pecs
- beautiful mounds of teen muscle - slowly down his
sides and pushed his extended hands under the lycra
shorts - very slowly easing them down. He eased them
over his thigh, pushing them down so slowly -
eventually revealing the cock trapped within. It
flopped out. Matt was getting very horny now - was
struggling hard to keep his hands still. The second
twin very slowly, smoothly fell to his knees, and
worked his hands up Mark's legs, which were still
sweaty from the work of the day. He moved his hands up
to Matt's waist, and slowly eased the shorts down -
just as his brother had done. Matt's cock flopped out
- fully erect, pumping hard. The twin standing was
slowly stroking his cock - every movement intense,
while the second brought his mouth up to and around
Matt's own rod, swallowing it whole. As one stud
jacked off before him, the other was giving him the
ultimate blow job - sucking slowly but intensely. In
the far distance, as far as Matt was concerned, Mr
Eastman was still talking.

"You see, Matt - men need release from the strains of
every day life. And this facility helps them through
that. We pride ourselves in offering EXACTLY what a
man requests. Of course", he said laughing, "we CHARGE
handsomely, but people are willing to pay." 

The sucker started to roll his tongue around the top
of Matt's cock - he seemed to bring Matt to the verge
of erotic ecstasy and cumming, but eased off just at
the last moment. The twin jacking off was getting a
little more intense now - the precum dribbling from
his cock onto his brother's back - trickling down
slowly towards his ass.

"We get many different types of requests", Mr Eastman
continued. "The twins are a popular act - most people
find that idea very sensual. But with the internet,
people are getting... wilder ideas as to what they
want. Unfortunately , we have to turn down most
requests - but a request we're getting very frequently
is for a large teen - poor Fabian - he's had to deal
with all of these, I'd like a substitute, as it were"

Matt couldn't hold any longer. Grasping the sides of
the chair, he came, more copiously and violently than
he'd ever cum before, into the teen's mouth - who
eagerly gulped and sucked his cock clean. As Matt
came, the second teen came all over his brother's
broad muscular back, in between the lats, all over the
lats, up to his traps. When he was spent, he himself
kneeled down and licked his brother's back clean,
while his brother kept sucking Matt's spent, still
erect cock. Matt was in heaven. 

"So what do you say?", Mr Eastman asked. Matt looked
up, as if woken from a dream. "What?- yes - yes
absolutely", he said, confused, not wanting to be
distracted from the sight of one hunk licking the
other. The second slowly withdrew his mouth, letting
his toungue sit momentarily on the tip of Matt's head,
which was still erect. He eventually pulled away and
stood up. Offering his hand, he said" Hi - I'm Luke,
this is Colm". Matt was reluctant to take his hand,
not wanting to be humiliated as earlier, but had to
accept. This time, Luke shook his hand warmly. "Let's
show you around". 

"Not so fast, boys", Mr Eastman said laughing. "Boys -
don't be disappointed, but Matt is going to be working
with Fabian on this one - he's in Class I I'm afraid."
"Aw Mr Eastman", Luke said. "You promised that after
Phil, we'd get another Class III". 
"This is different Luke", Mr Eastman said smiling, but
with an edge in his voice." Luke looked subdued. Not
as subdued as Matt. Working with Fabian - what did
that mean - that monster would kill him. Fabian stood
as if he hadn't heard anything. He just kept glaring
into space, cock semi erect, neck muscles bulging. 

"Let's get started", Mr Eastman said. "We've three
weeks until our first 'Big' order comes in. We'll see
you later boys"
The boys took a longing look at Matt, and left the
room. Mr Eastman started talking - more business like
now. 
"Matt - you will train for 12 hours per day with
Fabian. What you do here, you will divulge to no-one.
NO-ONE. You must sign a confidentiality contract. You
must report here every morning for 8.00am, and will
work for 12 hours precisely. What you do outside those
12 hours is your business. I presume you will have to
sleep at home. If the boys are not working, you may...
play with them. Your wage is $1500 a week. I usually
don't pay recruits that much, but if you're going
direct to Class I, you'll earn it. Any questions?" As
Mr Eastman finished the small print talk, he smiled
again. It was a disarming smile, as if to say I'm
putting on this eccentric act - but don't fuck with
me. Matt had lots of questions. What was Class I, what
would he be doing with Fabian, did he say fifteen
hundred dollars???, how was he going to grow so big,
what would his job be and even did he still have to do
the garden job. 

But he nodded - "No - that's ok"

"EXCELLENT!", Mr Eastman said, almost running over to
shake Matt's hand. He shook it excitedly, and then
moved his hand up  arm to his bi. Squeezing it, and
then rubbing his pecs gently, he said "You know you're
going to be great. You're in much better condition
than the twins were. This is going to be great."


Saturday

Matt had gone home the night before soon after shaking
Mr Eastman's hand. He was shaking himself. Brett was
asleep in bed when he got home - and was still asleep
when he woke up the next morning when he got up to
start his 'new job'. Fuck it, Matt thought - I'll tell
him this evening. 

He headed up for the Eastman place. He had his own key
to a side gate now, so just headed in. When he got up
to the door, it was open. He could see two guys in the
drawing room with a client - not the twins, a tall
dark-haired guy and a fairly muscular short guy - both
of them 'working their client' at either end of his
body. He went through, out to the deck at the back and
could see the twins in the pool. He waved - they were
on their own. They waved back, and hopped out of the
pool. 
"All ready?", Colm said. Matt nodded - "Not really -
what's going to happen?"
 Colm opened his mouth to reply.
"EXCELLENT - I like punctuality". Mr Eastman appeared
behind them. "Now boys - between 8 and 8, Matt is
Class I - you are Class III - you know the rules" Both
boys nodded humbly, and jumped back in the pool. 

"Ready - let's go upstairs". He headed off. Matt
gulped and followed him. 
He went up the grand staircase, with statues of more
muscular men - some with animals in 'unusual
positions' in recesses in the wall. Mr Eastman opened
a set of double doors, into a room that was probably
the original ballroom of the house - big - double
ceiling, very ornate. The near half was completely
empty, the far half was a very well equipped gym. 
"Welcome", Mr Eastman said. "Now before we start - can
you just sign this - paperwork - so annoying but have
to gt it out of the way! - Still - it'll get your
cheque through..."
MAtt was staring around the huge room. Mr Eastman
pushed the paper under his nose. Matt signed the line
- still staring at the room. The ceiling was painted -
depicting huge naked men in some sort of huge orgy -
some were robed, but others - the muscular ones were
naked. 

"EXCELLENT!!", Mr Eastman said. Now we can get
started. A pair of double doors along the side of the
room opened. Out came Fabian. He was buck naked.
Matt's jaw dropped. The thong hadn't done justice to
the massive peat of man meat that hung between the
huge thighs. 
"I'll leave you in Fabian's capable hands - he has the
required details - good luck!". Matt didn't even here
them. 
"Oh, before I forget - better give you this - won't
get very far without it". Matt felt a sting in his
arm. He looked down to see a needle there. He looked
up, about to say something, but HE was heading for him
now. When he looked again, the needle and Mr Eastman
were gone, doors closed. 

Fabian and his swaying cock were coming towards Matt.
He gulped - not knowing which part of his huge body to
watch. Fabian came up to him - Matt's face level with
his huge pec-nipples. He put out his hand and opened
it. 

"DRESS ME", Fabian said, in his deep purring voice. In
his hand was his thong, tiny compared to the size of
his huge hand. Matt took the piece of silky material.
It consisted of a small sac, and a piece of string.
Matt wasn't quite sure where to start. Fabian stood
dead still. Matt pulled open the sac, and after much
approaching and about to touch, finally grabbed the
huge man piece and pulled the sac up along it. When he
had got it up some distance, he grabbed Fabian's huge
balls, and pushed them into the silk sac. Gulping,
hoping he wouldn't do wrong, he took the two pieces of
string comind from the silk material and pulled them
around Fabian's waist. Although the waist was
amazingly thin, Fabian's pecs were pushing far out,
and Matt had to work his head around them to get close
enough to tie the bow at Fabian's tight butt. He was
right up against the hulking mass as he tied the knot.
He could feel Fabian breathe, hear his heart beat,
smell his rather exotic aroma. 

First order obeyed, Matt stepped back a little to
survey his task. Not bad... given the inherent
difficulties. The cock was oushing the silk material
out far from his waist. Matt was quite proud of
himself. 

Fabian turned and headed over to the weights. He
loaded up a bench barbell - 200lbs. Matt gulped. His
biggest ever max was 90lbs, and that was with Brett
'helping' him. 

"BENCH", Fabian ordered. Matt wondered if this guy
ever said a sentence. As he thought about how he was
going to explain that his best ever was 90lbs, but
could only really do 80, the voice boomed at him.
"WHEN I GIVE A FUCKING ORDER - YOU OBEY IMMEDIATELY -
NO FUCKING QUESTIONS - CLEAR?"
Matt gulped. OK - this guy could say a sentence. 
"Clear", he said. Fabian turned, his dick swaying
after his turning torso. He came right up to Matt and
said quietly in his face - "Clear what?"
"Clear Sir?"
The muscled monster shook his head.
"Clear... Master?".
Fabian smiled - a smart smile that reminded Matt of
the smile Luke had given him that day. A you better
fucking right it's master. 
Matt sighed silently - he was going to earn this
money.
"BENCH"
"Yes Master". 

Matt got down, grabbed the bar and closed his eyes. He
lifted it off the rack, and waited for his chest and
neck to be belted by  the plummeting bar. But it was
light. Not paper weight - but light as in Matt could
press out, lower press out - he could fucking bench
200lbs. He got so excited about this that he nearly
did drop the weight, but Fabian's glare made him
concentrate. He repped 12, before Fabian nodded.
Standing up, he could feel his pecs PUMPING. 
"Wow - that was good", he said but Fabian ignored him.
He turned to the barbell and added another four
plates. Matt looked in horror - his math was bad, but
that was 380lbs. 

"BENCH", the master boomed.

MAtt got down, and again pumped out a rep - jesus two,
three, four - fucking hell 8 reps of 380lbs. Standing
up, he thought his pecs were going to pump off they
were so sore. He looked in a mirror, and could see
them pumping. This continued, until Fabian had loaded
on so much weight that Matt could just pump out one
rep - despite Fabian's orders to the contrary. He
racked and stood up. 
"I ORDERED FOUR", Fabian said. 
"Look man - I couldn't fucking do it - it's too
fucking heavy." Matt forgot himself. 
Fabian stepped up to him, picked him up and threw him
across the room, slamming him against the wall. He
came over to him again. "BENCH FOUR".

Matt stepped up, his back sore from impact. This guy
was a fucking monster. "Fuck YOU", he shouted. Fabian
picked him up again, his biceps bulging now. He lifted
him in the air and then simply dropped him. 

The doors opened, and Mr Eastman ran in. 
"Oh dear - is there something wrong?", he asked, as if
someone had spilt milk. Matt picked himself up off the
floor. 
"This fucking MONSTER is throwing me around".
"Oh dear - Fabian you mustn't.", Mr Eastman said,
scolding as if the muscled hunk were a child. 
"I'm very sorry Matt - Fabian is under a lot of
pressure - time pressure you understand.Only three
weeks. We really need your cooperation. Maybe another
dose."
Before Matt knew it, there was another needle in his
arm. 
Matt calmed a little - his pecs not hurting as much.
"Now Fabian - be nice to Matt - and Matt - try and do
what Fabian asks - he's very good, and if you do,
you'll be very good too - Very good". 
After sorting the schoolyard scuffle, Mr Eastman
retreated. Fabian sniffed as if to say 'fuck you'

Matt knew he'd have to obey. He had gotten into this,
wanted more than anything to get big. 
"BENCH", Fabian said.
"Yes master", MAtt replied. 

He pushed out the weight - one two, three...
"SIX"
Fuck - fuck fuck

Four - five, fucking hell come on one more fucking
hell - yes six - YES. Matt racked the bar and jumped
up. He stood in front of the mirror and flexed his
pecs. "Boom boom, OH YESfucking HUGE pecs".  They
weren't really, but they had grown considerably. They
were also extremely pumped.   They spent the rest of
the morning doing chest - every possible exercise was
completed and recompleted with amazing weights.
Finally, after Matt felt his chest was literally going
to collapse, Mr Eastman came in.
"Anyone for lunch - my my, what have we here?", he
said walking up to Matt's pecs. He grabbed the newly
formed mounds - easily a handful of new muscle that
was there since this morning. Matt proudly pushed his
chest out - he literally couldn't flex - it was too
sore. 

They went downstairs, and Fabian served lunch. It was
just Matt and Mr Eastman - noone else. Matt ate
everything infront of him so quickly that he didn't
even know what it was - didn't see that it was a well
designed meal. Mr Eastman smiled to himself - this guy
was going to be good.

They spent the afternoon doing biceps. By the end of
the afternoon, Matt thought his arms were going to
fall off. Twice during the afternoon, Mr Eastman came
in with an injection. Matt accepted it without
question - just wanted to get back to pumping muscle -
back to obeying Fabian. He looked disappointed when Mr
Eastman entered the second time. He was just finishing
his last rep of 8 barbewll curls with 90lbs on the
bar. His biceps pumped high and hard. It hurt him to
hold them out straight - hurt him to bend them. The
only thing he could think about was Fabian's voice -
his orders - obeying - pumping. 

Dinner at six was a noisier affair. Matt at this stage
could hardly sit up straight from exhaustion. He ate
the huge meal in front of him - enough for a squad of
hungry men - ignoring the fun and laughter at the
table. Had to eat, Fabian would be asking him to pump
after had to eat get strong for Fabian.

He barely acknowledged the twins at dinner. Just
nodded - no smile - Fabian was there - he could here
his voice in his head - must pump - must obey - Fabian
is ordering. 

After dinner, he headed for the gym again. But Fabian
turned off before entering, and went into a room at
the side. Inside was a huge room - not as big as the
gym but pretty big. Matt followed him in. Fabian
closed the door. He spoke. Fabian is speaking - must
obey. 
"TAKE ME"
He's ordered - have to obey - what does he want - God
I have to obey, take him - take him where. 
Fabian pulled out the bow that had miraciously held
the silk thong on all day. 
"TAKE ME"
Matt understood. 

He went up to his master - to the muscled god before
him. He placed his hands on the huge pecs - they
commanded it - and rubbed his hands against them.

"NO  -LIKE THIS". God his voice was so sexy. He took
Matt's hands gently and using only Matt's finger tips,
toyed with his masive nipples. He then pressed his
palms against MAtts - and pressed MAtt'spalms against
his huge pecs. He rubbed his pecs with Matt's palms  -
hard and blistered now for holding metral bars. The
sores grated gently against Fabian's skin. Still
holding Matt's hands, he led his palms down his pecs,
bump bump over his abs one - two - tree - fourrub the
cut on four -five SIX - jesus seven eight defined
peaks of ab muscle, with equally defined cuts. Down to
above his crotch. He pulled Matt's hands along his
HUGE cock, rubbing it now - the sores rubbing against
it catching the skin and veins gently. Fabian
increased the frequency, massagin his cock with Matt's
hands. After a while he removed his hands - and Matt
kept going. Fabian put his hands behind his head - "OH
YES - GOOD BOY", he said, but not as controlled as
usual. Matt was fully hard himself now, and wanted
more than anything to make this monster blow over him.
He increased the frequency still more - massaging the
cock with skin moving intensity - Fabian started
moaning deeply now - god yes keep going - and here it
comes.

Matt kept pumping as the huge cock spewed cum all over
him. It went everywhere - against his torso, down his
legs, against his jocks, his head, face, hair... He
came with the sensation of being covered in supercum.
As the supercock stopped speqing, Fabian brought his
hands down and lifted Matt up onto the bed. Ripping of
his jocks, he brought his huge body down on Matt - and
started licking his pecs - his nipples - licking Matt
all over - sucking up his spent cum. Matt lost count
of the number of times he came - his master - this
muscled hunk was licking him clean. Each time he came,
Fabian licked that up too, around the abs. He
especially concentrated on Matt's newly formed mounds
of muscles - his pecs and bi's. He took particular
pleasure in letting his tongue run along the vein at
the bi. Finally, he moved his mouth down to Matt's
erect cock - still erct after cumming so much. He
swallowed it - no hesitation - nothing and sucked it
hard. Matt came againquiclky down Fabian's throat. 

Fabian stood up, releasing Matt's cock from his mouth.
He stood there in front of Matt. Slowly, he bent over,
and crnched his abs hard. He kept bending around, his
mouth was at the tip of his cock now. He bent further
still now - his mouth taking his whole cock -
literally. The muscles bulged under the pressure as
Fabian started to suck his own cock. Matt jerked off
at the sight. Fabian came into himself, stood up,
smiling, with cum dripping from the side of his mouth.
He leaned over to Matt,  stuck his tongue and lots of
cum into Matt's mouth. MAtt swallowed both, willingly.
Fabian stood up, flexing crabbing - huge arms bulging,
thighs, and finished with the most amazing double bi
Matt had ever seen. He came again looking at it.

He lay there for a while - sleeping on and off with
pure exhaustion. When he woke, Fabian was gone. He
pulled on his shorts - his jocks were destroyed, and
went downstairs. It was dark out. The house was dark.
He found his tee, pulled it on, squeezed his pecs that
were now pushing it out a little and headed for home.
Tomorrow was going to be another long day. 


End of Part Two. 
I promise muscle growth will get more prolific in next
episode - I know I know, I've said that before...!
Comments please to amadan101@yahoo.com

From: amadan101@yahoo.com

The Health Farm: Episode Three

by Muscle Teen

Comments please to amadan101@yahoo.com

Thanks SO much for all the comments so far - it really
keeps me going. I'm really trying to incorporate as
many of your suggestions into the story - sorry if I
leave some out - it's not cos I dont like them -
there's just too many! Just like to say again that
this story is inspired by the wonderful story "The
Vortex", which I'm sure everyone has read - it's one
of those stories that should be compulsory reading... 
Maybe this will in turn inspire that author to write
more when he can. I think we're all agreed - 'Make
Paul Bigger!'

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"Peace comes dropping slow"
William Butler Yeats
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Episode Three

Matt got home after midnight. He saw the clock in his
hallway - and headed straight for bed. Brett was
already in bed, sound asleep. Matt lay for a while
thinking of the day, Fabian, the twins, Mr Eastman. He
slowly dozed off thinking of Fabian's huge cock
swaying in the breeze... his exhausted body to tired
to even jack off...


Sunday

Matt's alarm went off at 7.30. He woke up, and hit it
quickly. He stood up and looked at Brett, who was
asleep in the bed beside him. It was full summer, and
Brett was sleeping under a thin sheet - which was
slightly sweaty, sticking to his body at somepoints.
Matt looked his body up and down, wishing Brett could
join him on his adventure. He turned and headed for
the bathroom. The floorboards creaked, and he heard
Brett stirring. He turned again - Brett was sitting up
now.
"Hey Matt - where'd you get too last night?", Brett
said rubbing his eyes. 
Matt looked at him. His thick crop of blond hair was
tossed after the night's sleep, his boyish face white,
just waking up. His thin wiry body sitting on the bed
reminded him of the twins pre-transformation.God he
was sexy.

Matt could feel his cock getting erect. 

"WO MAN what the fuck is that?", Brett said suddenly,
his face suddenly very alert. His jaw dropped and he
was staring at Matt's crotch. Matt looked down - jesus
- his cock - it was huge! Not Fabian proportions here,
but it was much bigger than it had ever been. Matt
grabbed the thick piece of meat in his hand - heavy
too. He grabbed his new sized balls in his other hand
- wow - they were huge! 
"What the fuck happened you?", Brett said. Matt just
stood there, engrossed in his erecting cock. He looked
up at Brett. He could overpower him easily - show him
a good time. 
"Get that thing out of my FACE", Brett said, turning
back over in bed. He pulled the sheet up, and in doing
so left his ass slightly exposed. Matt looked at it
longingly - he felt so horny - and the ass was so
beautiful. The two cheeks were plump, white and just
covered i an light bum fluff. Matt gulped and headed
over to Brett. About to bend over, his eye caught the
clock. 7.50 - SHIT - he'd be late. He pulled on his
shorts, momentarily admired the new bulge within,
skook himself, pulled on a tee and trainers and ran
out. He ran up the road to the Eastman place, and let
himself in. Running up to hte door, he heard the huge
clock in the hall chime 8. Phew - that was lucky. He
ran upstairs and into the gym. Mr Eastman literally
followed him in. 
"Good morning - and how's my favourite recruit?!" 
"Morning Mr Eastman - very well - except...". Matt
looked down at his shorts - the bulge was plain for
all to see. 
"Oh yes - a little side effect of this I'm afraid",
said Mr Eastman, giving Matt his injection.
"Unfortunately, the growth compound reacts very well
with the tissues in the penis and genitalia - pity the
rest of the body isn't as fast - but it WILL catch
up", he said reassuringly, squeezing Matt's plump
pecs. 
"How big...?", Matt started, but Mr Eastman was gone
out the door. Almost immediately the second pair of
doors opened, and in came Fabian - naked. Walking over
to Matt - he stretched out his hand and released his
silk thong.
"DRESS ME", he said. Matt looked at him for a
millisecond. Had he forgotten the passion they had
last night - he seemed to have forgotten... He took
the thong.
"Yes, Master", he said. 

Then he thought for a moment - he'd show Fabian that
HE hadn't forgotten. With the thong in one hand, he
stroked Fabian's cock - stroked it gently, but
intensely. Fabian stood perfectly still, but his cock
responded, getting bigger. Matt knelt down, kissed the
huge man piece licked it - it tasted so good - sweat
and cum and FABIAN - it was so sexy. Still stroking,
Matt went around Fabian and reached around. He began
to draw the thong onto the huge, erect penis - like a
sock onto a foot - storking the silky material as he
brought it up Fabian's huge rod. Getting it far enough
to put Fabian's balls in - he reached under, cupped
one ball - squeezed it and pushed it into its silk
prison, repeated with the second. The huge piece of
muscle and balls now imprisoned, Matt came around, and
knelt down again. Rubbing his mouth against the silky
material, he reached around, tying the strings around
the back. He brought his hands back slowly, palms
rubbing along his huge glutes, over the top of his
thighs, together down his silken cock, and then off,
onto his own knees. He kneeled there, head bowed -
finishing his ceremony. 

The room was very still for a moment. Fabian reached
down, cupped Matt's chin in his huge hand and lifted
his head up.
"You're a fast learner", he purred, smiling,
momentarily, and then turned and headed over to the
weights. Matt was elated - praise - praise from the
master - god Fabian had praised him - he had SMILED at
him - he saw it - he did. It was as if it never
happened as far as Fabian was concerned. He was
setting up a squat, but Matt knew and always would
know that he had pleased his trainer, his mentor, his
master. He pulled of his tee, and started another day.

Whatever about yesterday, today was even harder. Matt
pushed himself to the limits and beyond, doing
everything to satisfy his master. They exercised every
muscle in his legs, each quad - varying foot position
in hte squat, leg extensions with Fabian sitting on
the weights, lunges - every leg exercise possible.
Quads, hams calves - Matt's leg muscles were burning
up by lunchtime. Mr Eastman had been in twice - Matt
soon realised he came in every two hours with
injections. He flexed his legs in the mirror. They had
grown - more significantly than his pecs yesterday -
the thigh muscles were really pumped hard. The muscles
had grown from nothing to beautiful bulging thighs.
Matt pulled his shorts up, and flexed one thigh, a
pose he had seen so often and loved. The muscle bulged
out. He nearly came looking at them. 

At lunch time, Matt came to the stairs. He tried to
step down, but it hurt his legs too much. Fabian
strode passed him - obviously not going to help. When
Fabian got to the bottom - he turned and said "COME". 
"Yes Master", Matt said, stepping down the stairs -
each step making his thighs feel as if they were going
to explode. 

He ate a huge lunch - twice as big as yesterday's. Mr
Eastman chatted - they were alone again - but Matt
didn't really listen. He wanted to get as much food in
as possible and go back upstairs. They were soon back
- and doing back. Rows, pulldowns, every back exercise
with huge weights involved. At one stage Fabian made
him chin with Fabian pulling on his legs. Fabian kept
shouting - ordering him to do a chin up. Matt pulled
hard, his lats flaring, his bis sore from yestray, but
pulled up. He held - until Fabian allowed him release
and dropped. That made him proud.

So the day went. At dinner, there was a smaller crowd
- he heard Mr Eastman say something about Sunday being
a busy day. The twins weren't there, neither were the
blond or black haired guy he'd seen. He wasn't
bothered. He knew what was coming after dinner. He was
surprised therefore when Fabian went back to gym after
dinner. 
"TRIS", he barked, smiling his evil smile. Matt hated
that smile. 

They worked hard til 8 on the dot, his tris feeling
like they were going to explode. MAtt didn't hang
around - Fabian disappeared into his chambers at eight
- there was no-one downstairs - all were working. He
headed for home. His back was sore, his arms were
sore, and he couldn't walk properly for the pain in
his legs. When he got home, Brett was munching a
burger in front of the telly - watchng some porno
videos. 
"Hey man - home?"
Matt nodded. He was too tired to feel emotions for
Brett. 
"You signed up - didn't you?", Brett said, still
looking at the tv. 
MAtt nodded. "You should too man - it's cool"
"Cool?", Brett said, bitterly. "Look at you - you're a
fucking freak - look at your pecs - your arms - jesus
your thighs are wobbling - and as for THAT", Brett
said, pointing at Matt's cock. 
Matt was getting off on Brett point out his huge
muscles. 
He pulled out his cock, and held the huge piece in his
hand. 
"You mean this?", Matt said. His voice had an arrogant
tone - the ones the twins had that day - the one
Fabian had when he was displeased. 
"Fuck YOU", Brett said. 
"No - my friend", Matt said in the same voice. "I'm
going to fuck YOU" He smiled - the arrogant smile. 
Brett looked up - as if to say fuck off. But Matt
already had his tee off - and flexed his guns.
"LOOK - look at these - they are ultimate power - look
at them and admire", Matt said - flexing his peaking
bis.
Brett looked at them and gulped. They were huge. They
peaked up from his arms - bounced slightly as he
flexed. 
Matt was getting more excited now. He pulled a most
muscular - his growing muscles really coming to. All
over his body his new muscles bulged out -"LOOK AT
THIS - RAW TEEN POWER", he shouted. He bent over and
picked Brett up - surprised at how light he was. Brett
hit out -  his hands bouncing of Matt's growing chest.
As MAtt got more horny, his body responded - his pecs
bulged out more - not just pumped - but growing. His
shoulders pushed out - huge delts holding together the
massive arms to the torso. All over, as he held Brett
there, his body was pumping - he didn't even realise
the extent of it. His thighs lost their pain - and
pushed out, pushed his shorts right up - the material
stretching out. His pecs grew phenomonally, his back
widened - all the muscles he had exercised and that
were sore - recovering in this sexual frenzy - not
just recovering but recouperating and growing in
response to the strains that had been put on them. As
he held Brett tight, pulling him closer to his growing
body, Brett started to whimper. 
"Matt - stop you're hurting - HELP!" But there was
no-one to help. Matt knew that - Brett wouldn't be
watching porn if there was.
When his muscle growth subsided, Matt was a sight to
behold. Still the same height as Brett, that's were
the analogies ended. Brett's wiry thin body was
matched by a huge hulking teen - as big as the twins -
if not bigger. He was deply cut - not a % of bodyfat -
and each muscle responded to every movement he made by
flexing. MAtt was gone over the top by now. He ripped
Brett's pants off - and threw him on the couch. He
grabbed his own shorts with both hands - and RIPPED
them off with exuberance. Brett, whimpering on the
couch had seen enough videos to know what was coming
next. 

MAtt lay down on top of him, turning his body over as
he did - and let his huge cock run along Brett's thin
back, and over his cute little butt. Unable to
restrain any more - he plunged his hard, huge cock up
Brett's ass, and started bucking. Brett screamed.
Brett roared. Brett wept. The teen hunk on him was
ripping his ass apart. Matt didn't take long to get to
cumming - such was his state of frenzy. When he came -
he spewed up Bret's ass. Brett was crying now - the
hot lava cum in him burning his insides. MAtt
withdrew, flexed a double bi, and went to bed. 


Monday
So the days continued. Everyday Matt would get up,
look Brett over, Brett was now subdued, knowing he had
no choice but to offer his body when required. Matt
spent his day working with Fabian, 12 hours - Fabian
never had an other after dinner treat - and Matt's
body responded. Mr Eastman explained that while the
drug he was getting helped muscle strength, it was
uncontrollable sexual hornyness that induced growth.
MAtt had plenty of that. 

By Tuesday - he was as big as the twins - even a
little bigger. 

By Thursday, he looked at the twins - sneered at them
somewhat. They were Class III - what did THEY know.
The twins saw the change - had seen it before.
However, they still remained nice to Matt - for
reasons he wouldn't know 'til later. 

The weeks went on. Matt's parent of course asked what
was happening. The first time they saw him since he
started - on the Thursday, he said hew was working out
(!). His mother started going on about drugs and
stuff, but his father, adjusting his pants a little as
he spoke, said that if the boy wanted to work out -
why not - it's about time he took an interest in
himself. Matt could notice a tiny wet spot on his
father's pants. 

---
After two weeks MAtt was the most incredible teen at
the mansion. He probably even beat Fabian, his huge
muscle body as big as his mentor's, but the young teen
face making it all the more astounding. Mr Eastman
called him down form the gym. He came into his office,
wearing his tight lycra pants that he liked to sport,
he tanned body glistening with sweat. Fabian followed
him in. closing the door.

"We need to discuss our first order", Mr Eastman said.
MAtt nodded - this was a business - he was a
professional. He stood, while Mr Eastman gave the
details. 
"Our man is 24, obviously a lot of money to throw
around, wants a horny, partially violent, late teen to
early twenties - that's YOU! - to flex for him and
fuck him. General details are here - but he has one
specific request that you may wish to practise. He
wants his man to be able to suck his own cock - give
himself a blow-job"
MAtt remembered back to his first night - remembered
Fabian doing it. It was one of the sexiest things he
had ever seen. Other than that, nothing unusual He
wants two class III teens - must be an IT millionaire
- to be in on the act - blah blah - general stuff. He
doesn't specify the nature of the class III, so I'll
leave that up to you. They're waiting downstairs for
you - pick wisely - you'll have to work closely with
them for the next week"

Matt was little surprised at this. He followed Fabian
downstairs, and out to the swimming pool. There, were
all the 'models' of the  mansion - twenty muscled
teens and twenties lined up along the pool. They were
standing at ease, military style. Each of the guys had
a smile on his face - Matt couldn't help thinking they
were slightly false, they were so wide. He would later
find out that working with a Class I was extremely
rare, and a chance for career promotion. All these
guys were class III, and all were looking for a
promotion to Class II. Plus there was the 10% cut of
the substantial fee paid for a class I job.

So all the guys stood there, on show - each of their
huge muscles pumped to perfection, and flexed hard.
Matt walked along the line. The first was the blond
guy - military buzz - short but heavily muscled. His
pecs were really round, and he had nice nipples. Matt
couldn't help reaching out to touch - they were hard. 

Next was the black haired guy he hadn't seen before.
Tall, taller than Matt, he had long black hair, wet
and tossed loosely over to one side. He had a sexy
aura about him, and his muscles were big - but long
and well toned. Along the line - God there were so
many types. What a stable of studs. There were the
twins, in there blue lycra shorts, their golden tanned
muscles gleaming in the afternoon sun. Their matching
blond hair was gelled, and brushed back. Matt walked
along the row to the end. He looked back up the row.
He had chosen.


To be continued. 

Who will Matt choose to join him on this prestigious
job? I know who I want (and I think everyone out there
knows MY favourites!) but you decide. Simple majority
wins...! Well - this IS a democracy.

amadan101@yahoo.com