From: amadan101@yahoo.com Subject: [MGS] New Story: Mark and Brad Hi everybody. With reference to teenhulk2000's message that everybody should write a story - I decided that I would. This is the first time I've ever done this, so please be gentle. I hope you enjoy it, and I'll try to write more if you do. Let me know what you think either way. First part isn't muscle growth - but hang in there... I get to it eventually! I haven't intentionally plagiarised, so apologies if anyone thinks I have. Also, thanks to HSMuscleboy Matt for... inspiration! amadan101@yahoo.com 1. Mark meets Brad - Musclerape "What do you think?", Brad asked. Mark looked at his roommate longingly. He was showing off his pumped body after his workout. "Very nice", Mark replied. "Very nice - what?" "Very nice - SIR", Mark replied obediently. Brad had taught Mark a long time ago who had the upper hand in their room. When they first moved in, Mark couldn't believe his luck when he realised he was sharing a room with the all-time school jock - this guy was unbelievable. 18 years hold - he was your typical jock. Blond hair, cut in 'Marine' fashion he was 6ft 2 tall, 200lbs and as he loved telling Mark, had less than 5% bodyfat. He had a typical athletic build, and then some - broad shoulders, large chest, tapering down to a narrow waist. And thighs - large thighs. Mark went to sleep most nights dreaming about Brad's thighs. They were so - voluminous! Brad wanted to be a bodybuilder when he finished school. He spent all his time in the gym or reading 'Flex' and adoring the beautiful bodies inside. Lee Priest was his idol. Brad spent most of his time in Superman t- shirts that snugly fitted his torso He had already won local competitions and had entered the regional finals taking place later in the year. Mark thought he had struck gold when he first saw Brad. At 17, Mark was a little shorter than Brad at 6ft. He had a swimmer's build - thin but athletic looking. He had a boyish face, black hair, and would have been considered a good catch. Whereas Brad spent most of his time in the gym, Mark had spent his time in the pool - he felt more comfortable there. When Mark first arrived to his room, Brad was already there. He was walking around naked (as he liked to do), showing off his body, and his other endowments, which were also exceptional for an 18 year old. Mark came in and said 'Hi, I'm Mark' - Brad turned and stared. 'Take off your clothes", he ordered. "What!?", Mark asked incredulously. Brad walked over to the door, shut it firmly and locked it. He walk up to Mark. Even though he was only slightly taller,the well-muscled teen seemed to look down on Mark - who was beginning to feel a bit afraid. Brad put out his hands and grabbed Mark's tee - and ripped it open, as if it were tissue. "NEVER question me again", he said punching Mark in the stomach. MArk fell to the floor. Who was this guy?? "GET UP", Brad ordered. Mark stood up as quick as he could, although he was winded. What was this guy going to do? "I'm going to ask you one more time - UNDRESS". Mark didn't know what was going to happen. He removed his trainers and shorts. "Jocks too" Mark took them off reluctantly. "GOOD", Brad said. "Very good. In future, when we are alone in the room, you will not wear any clothes - is that understood?" "Yes", Mark replied, although he could not believe he said it. "Yes SIR", Brad retorted. "Yes SIR", Mark replied. Brad went over to the wardrobe and opened it. Inside the door were two large mirrors. "Stand in front of the mirror and repeat my actions - I want to show you how large I am compared to you" Mark glanced at the door - this was getting out of hand - but Brad had taken the key. Brad was already in front of the mirror posing a double-bi. "REPEAT", he barked. For the first time, Mark looked at Brad's body properly. This guy was actually HUGE. His biceps must have been 18", and because of his low bodyfat, he had veins running along his ripped muscles. Mark began to get an erection. "REPEAT", Brad ordered again, turning to Mark and pulling a most-muscular. Mark's jaw dropped when he look at the MUSCLETEEN before him. Brad's pecs popped out - they were huge. His shoulders were round - but you could see the distinctions between the front, side and back deltoids. His neck was a thick column, with veins pumping up and down. Mark followed his marble like skin down past his abs - Jesus what abs to his thighs. Mark always had a thing for thighs. So many people neglected them, and people with large torsos looked like they were standing on matchsticks. But not this teen monster that was standing before him. His thighs pulled away from the side of his legs, and as he flexed, you could see each individual muscle competing for space. His thighs framed the largest cock Mark had ever seen - and he'd been to a lot of swim meets, where he made it his business to check out the 'competition'. Mark's own cock was getting sore, from being erect for so long. Jesus, no wonder this guy won all his competitions. He'd give some pro- builders a run for their money. Brad stepped closer, put his hands behind his head and flared his absurdly wide lats. "I said, repeat", he said quietly. "I can't - I can't compete with that...sir", Mark whimpered. Brad turned to the mirror and smiled - revealing a mouth full of white teeth - "that was the right answer". "I see you REALLY like what you see", Brad said nodding at Mark's cock. Mark turned away, embarrassed. He had never told anyone he was gay. "It's ok swim- boy - muscleman's going to show you a good time." Brad stepped up to Mark and grabbed his shoulders firmly. "Why don't you show muscle-man how much you ADORE me". With this he pushed Mark to his knees. Mark had no experience of this, but Brad's cock looked so tempting, he approached it - as if tasting something he wasn't sure of. Brad didn't hang around though, and grabbing Mark's head, rammed his 8" manpiece into Mark's mouth. Mark tried to pull back, but Brad held his toy firm. "You're all mine swim-boy. YOU ARE MINE." Brad bucked his hips to and fro, but pulled out just before he came. Mark fell back to the floor, exhausted, and his mouth full of salty pre-cum. Brad bent over, picked up Mark and threw him on his knees so he was lying on the bed. Mark, although inexperienced, knew what was coming next. "Please, please don't - PLEASE SIR-DON'T" - he screamed. But as he screamed, the muscleteen appraoached his bubble ass gingerly and rammed his rod up Mark's hot virgin ass. He pumped violently, flexing his muscles as he went. MArk felt his asshole being ripped apart - it was so painful. At one stage he stood up and walked over to the mirror - with Mark's weight on his cock. Mark roared in agony - he was completely under Brad's control. Looking in the mirror, he saw himself on Brad's huge muscular body and came on the spot, all over the mirror. "Good boy", Brad said - and started fucking Mark again. Mark felt his cock ripping his asshole - up and down - there was no stopping Brad - nothing could stop him. HE came all of a sudden - yelling, screaming in delight. Mark felt an explosion in his ass - and the hot cum burst out his hole. Brad went over to the mirror, his huge thighs pumped with the wieght of supporting Mark and flexed his huge bi's. Mark came again just looking at the thighs. "Good boy", Brad said again, removing Mark - quite gently - from his dick. Mark fell to the floor, while Brad licked up any cum that was lying around. "Great muscle fuel", he said happily to himself. Mark thought back on this time - it seemed so distant, but it was only 6 months ago. He had thought about leaving - trying to get another room, but in his heart of hearts, didn't want to. HE went as far as the accomodation office, but realised that Brad controlled him - and would control his mind and body for as long as they were together. All he could think about was Brad - his huge arms, his cock, his freaky, huge teen thighs. There must be something genetic about those thighs, Mark used to muse in bed most nights. In the meantime, he had on Brad's instructions started in the gym - following a routine that Brad set him. He now knew he wanted to be as big as Brad, bigger. He wanted to do to Brad what Brad did to him. He wanted to fuck Brad's hole - badly - but Brad never let him near it - HE was the master - HE was the one who would decide what would happen. So while Brad was posing in front of him now, all he could think of was pumping his huge ass, while holding those insanely huge thighs. Mark had put on some weight over the months Brad was training him. Brad was a good coach - and Mark was now as big as some of the jocks hanging around school. He had lost his swimmer's build, and now looked like a teen-bodybuilder. But he could never challenge Brad - for whom the thought of somene trying to 'catch-up' to his level only made him train harder. The body Brad was posing now was even bigger than the body that raped Mark so violently all those months ago. HE was pumped and almost ready for the regional finals coming up. HE was in the best condition HE had ever been - HE had shed even more fat and gained 15lbs of muscle while doing it. HE had a posing routine that HE developed for Mark - after this, Mark would be putty in his HUGE arms. HE started off with a double-bi - which whetted Marks appetite. HE'd managed to get a really good peak on those bi's, which were now over 20 inches of PURE TEEN MUSCLE. Mark licked his lips enviously - he now knew how hard it was to get large bi's. Brad then went through his posing routing - flaring his wide lats, showing his tris and so on down his body, leading to his piece de resistance - his most-muscular, were his thighs were shown to their full effect. Mark creamed himself just looking at those thighs - they were thicker than Brad's waist. In competition form, Brad strutted around like a real bodybuilder, with that awkward gait caused by obscenely large legs. "Come here", Brad ordered. Mark knew the routine by now. He went to Brad obediently, like a slave to his master. He knelt before him and Brad grabbing his head - rammed his fuck-pole into Mark's waiting mouth. Mark had got quite good at blow-jobs - he had a lot of practice - and knew exactly where to roll his tongue to make Brad shiver with pleasure and erotic ecstasy. Again, Brad pulled back before he came - and pulled his insanely pumpd cock out of Mark's mouth - who reluctantly let go. "I have trained you well", the master said. With that he picked up his toy and threw him against the wall. Even though Mark would willingly do anything, Brad still liked to show his supreme strength, show who was the boss. "AM I GOING TO WIN THIS COMPETION?", he roared. Mark, who had just been flung against the wall looked at his pumped master. He was truly huge. For someone who was just 18, he looked like a pro bodybuilder. Veins pumped along his skin - partly due to his obscene musculature - partly because he was so pumped mid-sex. He approached Mark menacingly and turned him roughly, facing him to the wall. "Here comes daddy - swim-boy". With that, he rammed his huge cock up Mark's ass-hole. Even though this had happened numerous times, Mark still gulped in pain as he received Brad's manhood. Brad pumped, and pumped and came with an explosion in Mark's body. He walked over to the mirror - flexed and 'serviced' Mark who came instantly. Brad pulled him off and let him fall to the floor. He flexed a few more times and then went for a shower. Mark fell asleep, dreaming of Brad's freaky-teen quads. 2. Brad leves - time for Mark to make new friends...the fantasy begins...! The year progressed and at the end of semester, Brad entered the regional bodybuilding championships. It was the best time of Mark's life - they had a room together in a nearby hotel (Brad now had sponsorship!) and he helped Brad prepare for the competition - oiling him, helping him pump up and of course 'relieving the stress' by a range of blow-jobs. He couldn't imagine life without Brad - HE was his life. Brad won the competition hands down - there was no competittion. All the other competitors - huge in their own right acknowledged Brad's teen freakishness. Sponsors competed for him and he decided the time was ripe to go full-time. When he told Mark, the boy couldn't believe it. "What will I do without you?" - I can't remember life without you" He even thought he would go 'on the road' with Brad, but his parents were having none of it. On their last night, he begged Brad to let him fuck his hole, but Brad cruelly wouldn't let him. "It's better this way", he said, before proceeding to give Mark the fuck of all fucks. Mark considered giving up the gym life - but he reconsidered - the only way he could get near Brad again was if he too became a bodybuilder. Fuck his parents, he would train while in school and then join the circuit when he was old enough. That would be his life now. One day he was in the showers after a particularly gruelling session - he was massaging his pumped arms. "Nice arms", aguy beside him said. And he had. While living in Brad's shadow, Mark felt he was small and weak. But now with Brad gone, he realised how big he had got - thanks to Brad's training regime. He was quite muscular - would have been a strong competitior himself, and was well endowed. "Thanks", he said to the guy beside him. This guy was pretty big himself. "Haven't seen you around before", Mark said, taking a closer look at the guy beside him. He was slightly bigger than Mark, maybe 20lbs, but not as big as Brad of course. It wouldn't have been unusual for Mark not to have noticed anyone else, for in the gym he concentrated on Brad and himself - in fact everything he did was with Brad. But the guy said that he hadn't been around before. Mark left it at that, didn't want to think about anyone else for the moment. "Fuck", Mark said - "forgot my shower gel". "Take mine", the big guy beside him said, handing him a black container with no label. "It's home made - good for ... relaxing muscles", he said pausing mid-sentence. Mark took it - and started rubbing it on his sore muscles - arms, pecs and shoulders he had trained today. It smelt a bit salty. "Thanks", Mark said handing it back - wondering what the fuck it was. They continued showering in silence. Mark felt his muscles relaxing a bit - the stuff obviously works he thought - a bit disappointed - as being pumped made him horny. Maybe, in the present circumstances, it was for the best. "See you around", the other guy said, leaving the showers first. "Yeh - maybe we'll train sometime", said Mark, surprised at his forwardness. The guy walked off - he looked very good from behind - good lats - wide shoulders, very trim waist. More a bodybuilder than a swimmer, Mark thought, happily. Going home to his empty room - he'd asked not to share this semester - Mark felt pretty tired. He hit his bed quite early, and after a quick 'Brad-jerk' fell asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night, feeling fairly hot and got up for a drink of water. Turning on his lamp, he went over to the sink and filled up the glass. As he knocked back the glass, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. "What the...?" - he thought, aloud. Mark turned on the main light. Looking at himself in Brad's huge mirrors, he couldn't believe what he saw. The person staring back at him was HUGE - it was Mark's face alright - but the body was bigger than anything he had seen before. His pecs were like two mounds of marble shelf - protuding several inches from his body. His shoulders were literally like two soccer balls bouncing from each shoulder. He did a double bi, and two enormous mountains of muscle grew as as he flexed. They must be at least 25 inches he thought. His torso was bigger than Brad's much bigger. Mark could be sure of this, as he knew exactly where Brad's outline was on the mirror. He rubbed his pecs again - they were like warm marble. When he looked at his legs, however, they had hardly grown at all. Disappointed, he lost his huge erection almost immediately. What the fuck happened... he thought - top has grown bottom hasn't. He knew he had trained pecs shoulders and arms today - Brad liked to give him a lot to do - but they couldn't have grown this much. He thought back on the day - and remembered the guy in the showers. That stuff he gave him - he had only rubbed it on the muscles he had trained. Fuck, why didn't he do his legs. Mark looked again in the mirror. The morph returning his stare was pretty good all the same. His taut skin fought to contain the boundless muscles - which really PEAKED in the right places. Luckily Mark trained his legs hard, so they didn't look too out of place. He jerked off, there and then, looking at this teen-mammoth before him. God, if only he had Brad before him now. He could fuck any hole in his body and Brad wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. He jerked off again at the thought of his absolute teen-power he possessed. Pulling on one of Brad's old superman tops and a pair of shorts, he went out into the night, looking for a new 'friend'. Mark headed for the nearest 24 hour gym. There would be few people around, but the people there would be built and fun to overpower. He went in and there were only two guys - the owner and another guy training seperately. Mark checked them out. Both were very healthy male specimens - as you'd expect for people with this dedication. One was blond, 6ft tall and was well built - maybe 220 with little bodyfat. The other was shorter - 5ft 7, but very stocky - like a powerlifter. He was doing squats, and his legs were 'responding'. Once Mark saw those thighs, he knew this guy was his. He went up to him. The guy saw Mark's reflection in the mirror and nearly dropped the bar. MArk's superman top literally left little to the imagination. It fitted like a second skin, showing and enhancing Mark's huge torso. The guy literally drooled looking at Mark's pecs. What made Mark all the more amazing was that he still had his boyish face - he was very obviously a teenager. "Jesus", was all the guy could say. The other guy, the blond came up. "Hey man - haven't seen you around before" MArk, revelling in these guys drooling before him, flexed his pumped arms. A wet spot appeared on the guys' shorts. Now Mark knew what Brad felt like - knew the power he had. He pointed to the blond and ordered him to lock the door. The blond, who was the owner, obeyed without question. He pointed to the squatter - and asked him his name. "J-Jake", the squatter stuttered. "Well, J-Jake, Strip off - you're going to have a different excercise tonight". Jake looked at the blond - who was back from the door. "You too, Alex", Mark said looking at his name badge. Both men obeyed. At 23-24, they were a little more experienced than Mark had been when Brad first met him. They sttod before their master - two prime specimens of manhood. MArk grabbed Jake and pushed him onto one of the benches. "HOLD ON", he ordered, gleefully. With that, he ripped off his shorts and brought his massive torso onto Jake's body, ramming his man-pole up Jake's willing ass. Standing up he took the weight of Jake's body easily. "Suck his cock", he ordered Alex. Alex bent down and swallowed Jake's cock. Mark reached around Jake with his huge arms and grabbed Alex's head, forcing it further along Jake's penis. With that, he started fucking Jake violently - screaming and yelling as he experienced this new sexual experience. HE was the MASTER now - he would say what happened. Jake came fairly quickly into Alex, who had no option but to swallow, as Mark held his face fast against Jake's cock. Jake groaned with pleasure as he came - with the sensation of the teen monster ramming him up the ass. When Mark came, they all knew about it. He pulled Alex even closer - almost crushing his skull as he exploded inside Jake. As he let go of Alex, Alex fell back, exhausted. Mark walked over to the mirror, and flexed with Jake on his cock. Jake came again. Mark pused Jake off and flexed some more - he was a HUGE TEEN BODYBUILDER, and nobody could stop him. He came again, just looking at himself. He went in for a shower, leaving the others to fuck among themselves - trying to recreate the ecstasy they had felt with Mark. While showering, a voice behind him said hello. "Want some shower gel?". To be continued... Mark gets bigger - will he meet up with Brad again... let me know what you want! Hi everyone Thanks for the letters of support - they were really encouraging. Here's the second installment of my story. Hope you like it. As ever, let me know what you think, either way. Steve. PS I'm sorry - it seems to take me a while to get to the main story line - hopefully I'll improve with practice! 3. Mark meets his maker... Mark recognised the voice. He turned around and saw the huge man that had offered him gel last time out. Mark reached out - reached for the gel - all he could think of were his thighs. "Jesus - you want it bad - don't you!", the huge guy said. Mark hardly heard him - just kept reaching for the gel. "How big do you want to get", the guy asked. "Huge - huger than huge - freaky", Mark replied eagerly. "Then I think you'll need something a little more... potent", the big guy said. "Come on with me - name's Phil". Mark almost went out of gym naked in his eagerness, but Phil pointed out his shorts (a bit worse for the wear after the session with Jake and Alex earlier) and his Superman-T. He pulled the tee over his torso, with Alex and Jake jacking off at the sight of the huge guys walking through the gym. They hopped into the guy's car - open top - and drived off into the night. "What is that stuff you gave me", Mark asked. "I'm about to tell you something, which once you know, means that your life will change forever. You can never go back to your old life" Mark thought briefly about his 'old-life' There were his parents, who were more interested in his brainy brother than he... he'd miss them, but... not that much. There was school - fuck that and there was Brad. Mark hesitated for a minute. He had set out to get huge to find Brad. If he couldn't find Brad, what was the point. He passed on this last worry to Phil. "Do you want to get huge?", Phil asked, a little impatiently. "Yes, more than anything". Then forgewt about that wanker - he'll be tiny by the time you're finished. Besides, you never know what the future might bring..." Mark asked Phil to elaborate, but he wouldn't. Mark thought for some more time, and finally said "Yes - I can give up my old life". Alomost immediately Phil turned off the highway onto a side road, and continued driving into the open countryside. "The stuff was a gift", Phil said cryptically. "It's hard to explain. I'm a member of a 'club' and the leader of this club has a special gift - his spunk makes guys grow huge. Really huge. He decided that there were lots of people around the world who would like to avail of this gift - so he set up a club - an elite club where people could live together and get huge - without ordinary people looking and staring. So he set up a ranch, and started off with just a few guys. Each guy after one year's service is allowed to go out to the real world and bring one new recruit back in. There are now 24 guys - and you makes 25. "Why did you choose me?", Mark asked, almost in a daze at what he was gettiing into. "I watched your gym for a while - and you stood out - the way you worked so hard for youself and for that wanker Brad - when it was so obvious he treated you badly. I was impressed - decided to give you a break." "Thanks", Mark whispered, "but Brad's not that bad - we had some goood times together", feeling he should defend his old master. "Whatever", Phil mumbled. "Anyway, gave you some gel - which is diluted spunk, and has a built in delay and watched your reaction. Guys who don't go out looking for sex straight away fail and can't become recruits - you passed", he said looking at Mark with a grin. Mark remembered Jake and Alex. Mark asked Phil questions for the rest of the drive, but he either gave short answers or said "you know all you need to know for the present". What Mark didn't ask, was why Phil, although a big guy, wasn't HUGE. He didn't want to offend him - case he changed his mind about his new recruit. 4. A bit of fun before growth starts... They eventually got to their destination - through large electronic gates and up a long avenue. A large house in the distance came closer and soon they were at the door. The door opened, and two guys came out. Now, Phil was huge. He'd have competed well in international level. But these two guys were unbelievable. They looked like (and were) identical twins. They were easily 6ft 5, black hair, cut in crew cut style. Their bodies were achingly huge, covered in a fair brown tan which glistened in the moonlight. Their head was flanked by huge traps, that seem to come fro their ears and led down to the widest shoulders MArk had ever seen. They were massive ball-like muscles that grw out of the tops of their arms and led down their arms to enormous tris. The pecs were bulbous mountains of muscle, they must have been at least 80 inches, wtih obscenely large nipples. They seemed to have a 10pack - large abdominal muscles with deep grooves on a very narrow wairst. Their lats tapered from the 80inch peak to a narrow waist - jesus it was less than 30 inches. They both wore tight camoflauge style shorts which looked like they would rip at any minute, and contained a large bulge with some effort. Their thighs - Mark felt a bit weak - their thighs were bursting out of these shorts each quad competing to be largest. They had to be at least 50 inches each - giving both guys difficulty to stand - their legs were quite spread apart to make room for these - and this enhanced their overall sexiness and Mark's lust for these monsters. "May I introduce Ivan and Goran - our Czech twins. Can you guess their ages Mark?". Mark looked at the twins faces - with difficulty - as their thighs demanded attention. They had youthful faces - looked around Mark's age". "20", Mark said, feeling a bit ridiculous that guys with such development could be so young. "Ivan, Goran", Phil barked. One of the twins stepped forward and hit a double bi pose. Huge peaks of muscle grew instantly from his arms. The arms measured at least 30", and snake-like veins ran along. Mark felt horny looking at them. The second twin stepped forward and hit a most muscular. His pecs bulged out even further and his thighs grew even more. Mark didn't know how much he could take, and really needed to relieve the very large ache in his pants. HE was huge, but these guys made him look wimpish. Both boys said "18" together and Mark looked back in shock. They WERE the same age as him. They had a very sexy east-european accent, and Mark's hornyness increased further still. "These boys will prepare you tonight and tomorrow we will begin." MArk walked up the steps and walked into the huge hall, flanked by the huge twins. They went into a room on the left - it seemed to be a gym of sorts - but had tables with straps and beds alongside the extra-large gym equipment. Ivan closed the door. Both boys turn to Mark and Goran said "You want fun?". With that Ivan stepped up and ripped off MArks superman tee. Mark felt a little exposed, his body seemed so small. Goran picked Mark up and brought him over to the table with straps. He put Mark face down and ripped off his shorts. There was a hole along the table that Mark's cock could fit through and a hole for his mouth. With military precision, the twins strapped Mark down - very tightly. He couldn't budge. Goran hopped up on the table and shouted "yee-haw - we have fun". With that he ripped off his camaflouge shorts and swung them around in the air like a cowboy with his lassoo. He released his huge teen- cock 20 inches of prime meat and brought it down to MArk's hole. While he was working it up Mark's hole, Ivan, who had already stripped and oiled himself for extra sexiness manouvered himself so he could suck Mark's now potentially explosive cock. In unison, Goran pushed further and further up Mark's ass (Brad was never this big) and Ivan sucked - and god he knew how to suck. Mark came instantly, but the two boys were only getting warmed up. Goran, riding slowly started to pick up tempo, and the big teen started shouting and hollering as he got closer to cumming. Ivan, after drinking Mark's load jumped about, posing and waiting for his turn. Goran came. God he came. Mark felt there was a bomb in his guts. The pressuse seemed to hit gis diaphragm and bounce it up. Almost as he came, Ivan was up on the table pulling him off. "Now it's time for real cock", he shouted gleefully. Ivan pushed his 25incher down Mark's hole and rode even more frantically than Goran had. Meanwhile Goran sucked Mark's cock - a little better thanm Ivan MArk thought, as if comparing wines. Mark was in ecstasy. After Ivan had finished, both boys hopped up (they were so full of energy) and released Mark. Goran oiled himself and started posing. MArk started to jack off, looking at the two boys posing. Suddenly they started to wrestle. It was too much for Mark, who jerked off, watching muscle rub against oily muscle, with the boys shouting in half-Czech, half english. Eventually Ivan floored Goran. Goran hopped up, posed a most muscular as if to show his pride wasn't beaten and hopped on the table. Mark got the game now. He helped Ivan strap Goran down, although Ivan tightened all the straps to make sure. "He's very strong", he said grinning at Goran. "Hop up", he pointed to MArk, as if he was too slow. Ivan disappeared under the table to receive his brother's huge cock. MArk hopped up on the table and rammed his cock up Goran's huge, beautiful ass. He rode it as rough as he could - as Goran kept shouting "harder, harder" and came with what must have been the biggest load he had ever shot. As he was cumming, Ivan pulled him off and took over. The next wrestle was between the oiled bodies of Ivan and Mark - who kept his own but eventually fell to the Czech teen. The game went on through then night, with wrestling, and fucking the loser. Mark collapsed asleep after cumming dozens of times. 5. It's GROWING time!! Mark woke up and he was in a different room.He was naked. He looked around - the room was full of the most muscular men imaginable. He saw Goran and Ivan who both smiled quickly but he others around them looked as big - if not bigger. All wore the same style shorts - camoflauge, struggling to hold in large bulges. Suddenly, large double doors opposite him opened. Mark gulped, not knowing what to expect. In walked Phil, in a very fetching blue skinhugging lycra suit that showed his muscular development perfectly. "It's time", he said. "Mark - I am the provider - and I have chosen you as my next recruit. You will join these men around you and become the largest body in the world. My spunk is getting stronger - Goran and Ivan were my last recruits - they are here just 6 months. I believe you got to know them last night", he said smiling. "Now don't be afraid" With that, Phil started flexing. He flexed and as he flexed, he grew. He kept growing, beyond a normal flex would take you. Jesus, MArk thought - he's growing. And so he was. Phil was very soon testing the seams of the lycra suit to it's limit - and very soon it gave way, ripping apart into nothing. What it revealed was a huge body - that was growing before Mark's eyes. It put every body in the room out of the contest. He grew to 8 ft tall, shoulders must have been 5 ft around, and pecs a good 100 inches. It tapered down crazily to a narrow waist of 28 inches, and huge thighs flanked a 30 inch rod of steel - MArk licked his lips. Phil's mammoth body came closer to Mark. "Mark - do you choose to join this club and to serve it's interests well" "I do", MArk replied solemnly. "I will fuck you, and as you grow, everybody in this room will fuck you, signifying your enrolment". With that he turned Mark around and pushed his 6inch thick prick up Mark's ass. He rolled his hips, slowly at first and then faster - and before long was groaning and shouting - about to cum. A large mirror in front of Mark conveyed the scene. Mark was on Phil's cock and the master was wrapped around him as he transferred his power to the eager teen. As he came, Mark felt a rush of boiling hot lava enter his body and it felt like it was getting in every vein. As it was. Mark looked in the mirror, and all his veins seemed to stand out from his body. Before, the shower gel had been diluted and was delayed. Now, he was going to get the effect instantly, and ALL OVER his body. The veins pumped - and his body pushed out of itself trying to catch up with the veins. His pecs went first - they ballooned out 50 -60 -70 inches. His traps grew up from his back encasing his headand running along side his thick column of a neck. His shoulders puffed out, but with deep cuts betwen each of the delts. His lats pushe out of the side of his body, pushiing his arms almost vertical. His arms were pushed out even further - because his enormous bis were growing fast to keep up eith his growing tris. His arms must have reached 30, 35 inches. All the while, musclebound man after man came up to him and plugged his hole with their cum. Mark didn't even notice sometimes, so caught up was he in the reflection of his morphing body. But when Mark's legs started, MArk lost all sense of the world. The expanded out of all proportion, and he had to keep adjusting his stance to accomodate the ever increasing size of his legs. His calves grew in proportion, creating a very sexy pair of pillars - easily 80inches around at the max. When the growht slowed, MArk looked at his body. He was HUGE, he was CUT and he was very sexy. At the time he realised this, Goran was up his ass, just about to sum. He squeezed his now huge, sexy glutes to give his Czech friend extra pleasure. When he came, Mark dropped him off, and looked around the room. Phil had returned to normal size after passing over so much energy; so he headed for Ivan and fucked him senseless. He had so much power. Phil had turned him into a towering mountain of god-muscle - nothing would stop him. He was easily the biggest guy in the room, and he and everyone else knew it. "I knew my sperm was getting more potent", Phil said. One by one, Mark went around all the huge, hung bodybuilders and fucked them like there was no tomorrow. After that, they all had an orgy - three, four muscled guys doing it together in groups around the room. After the initiation session, Phil was told that as a younger member, he would live with the twins. Usually, there were four members per sub-group, so after a few months, Phil told Mark that he could go out into the world and choose the new recruit. His progress was so remarkable, he didn't have to wait the year. MArk decided to wait a few more weeks, knowing the person he would choose would probably change the house forever. To be continued... guess who Mark will choose... would you choose him. Hi everybody. Here is the third and final part of my story. I hope you like it. Please, PLEASE!!, write and say if you like it or if not why not. I hope to try and write some more stories, and your suggestions so far have been very helpful. Thanks to those who have written me so far - much appreciated. Steve amadan101@yahoo.com ------------------------------------ 6. Mark goes to find his new recruit. Mark was reluctant to go and get Brad, who he had chosen as his new recruit. He kept asking Phil for more time, time which he enjoyed working out with the twins, Goran and Ivan. The three got on very well, and one very special night, the twins inaugurated Mark as their brother - by giving him a 'sandwich screw' - Ivan at the back, Goran in front. MArk finally felt he belonged somewhere and was reluctant to risk changing this life. However, all the while he had an urge to see Brad, to show his former master how truly HUGE he had become, and of course to ride Brad to the moon and back. Phil said that if he wanted to fuck Brad, it could only be done if Brad was to become a recruit. Finally the day came when Mark decided he would go. He dressed in as normal as civillian clothes as possible, although it was impossible to make Mark look normal. At 8ft tall, and weighing near 450 pounds, Mark had grown considerably since his initiation into the club. He and the twins worked out hard as well as playing hard, and it was showing. Mark, now 18, was huge and ripped and incredibly strong. He was the strongest in the house - Phil had said his sperm was getting more potent each time - and in the many wrestling matches Mark had with the twins, it sometimes took both twins - both massive in their own right - to bring him down. Mark loved being huge, and secretly loved being the biggest. All the other men in the house loved being screwed by him, such was the sensation he could pass on - but Mark kept himself mainly for the twins - whom he adored. Dressed up, Phil told Mark where to find Brad. He was in the east competing in a interstate final. Mark made his way in Phil's car. When he arrived, he asked the startled receptionist where he would find Brad. Brad was well known (and had won the competition) and the receptionist told him he was in his room. Getting the room number was easy - the receptionist was only too happy to oblige this hulk. Mark went up to the room and knew even before he entered Brad was inside. He could hear roars inside - consistent with Brad's usual antics. Mark pushed the door through with ease, bent his head to get through the door and stepped inside. There was Brad, screwing some teen - interstate teen champion - junior - as it happened. Mark looked at Brad. He had done well. He hadn't grown much, but he had solidified - now looked very big and cut. The teen hanging off Brad's cock didn't look too bad either. "Hello Brad", Mark boomed. Brad was standing there in shock. He stood there, with a teen on his dick, looking at this 8ft giant standing at the doorway. "What the fuck...?", was all he could manage. "Don't you remember", Mark said, easing off his clothes seductively. He peeled off his sweater to reveal his huge torso - dominated by massive pecs and cut abs. He flexed his bis - showing his massive lats. The teen came on the spot. MArk pushed down his sweat pants, slowly, over the insanely large thighs and reaveled his quads in all their glory. All the while, Brad's jaw just kept dropping as he tried to take it all in. "Mark?", he said as if the idea was impossible. "Glad you still recognise me.", Mark said. "What... how..." Brad couldn't speak. MArk didn't waste any time. He stepped over to Brad and pulled off the junior teen champ, who went flying against the wall such was Mark's strength. He grabbed Brad's neck with his huge hand and lifted him two feet clear of the ground - so they were eye-to-eye. "Hi Brad - I'm going to show you a good time" Holding Brad in the air was making his bicep pump, so he started to curl - 20 with one arm and 20 with the other. His bis were hugely pumped now, with blood racing through the throbbing veins. Still holding Brad in the air, Mark pushed him against the wall and stepped closer, so their pecs were touching. At an instant, Mark flexed his pecs, so they pushed into Brad's. Brad could hardly breathe. Mark let him go by the neck, so now all that was holding Brad up was the force of the mammoth's pecs. Mark pulled a double bi, and Brad winced in pain as the pecs flexed harder. At least he thought that was pain. Mark pulled a most muscular - his pecs exploded in pain. Brad screamed in agony. Mark was literally crushing his torso. Mark stepped back and Brad slumped to the floor, breathing heavily. Mark turned to the junior teen who was busy jacking off at this testostoric festival and ordered, in his deep voice, for him to get the posing oil and prepare him. The teen jumped up, eagerness overtaking his fear, and liberally poured oil onto Mark. He started with his huge back - which was thrice as wide as the junior teen's. He massaged the muscles and felt the inordinate power lurking in them. "Keep going - what's your name", Mark said, approvingly. "Chet... sir" "Come around the front, Chet and do my pecs". Chet moved around and such was Marks height that his eyes were level with Mark's pecs. He rubbed oil in to the muscles, occasionally Mark would flex and Chet would get a larger and larger erection - until finally he came again. "Good boy Chet, now one last job", he said rubbing his crotch. Chet kneeled down. He didn't know where to begin with the huge cock. Mark took his hand gently and started stroking his cock his it. "Like this", he said helpfully. Chet rubbed oil into Mark's cock and the cock grew - grew into the biggest cock Chet thought was possible. "Good boy", Mark said. "I'll reward you later." Mark went back over to Brad, who was still recovering from having his torso crushed by Mark's mass. He picked Brad up again and turned him against the wall. Slowly, he manouvered he throbbing cock up Brad's butt, pushing his cock further and further up Brad's hole. Brad pleaded with him to stop, begged him that it would kill him, but Mark kept pushing. Stepping back from the wall, Brad dangled from Mark's huge penis. Mark turned the mirror. "How does that feel Brad - how does it feel to have my cock up your hole?" Brad didn't know how it felt. He had never taken a cock up his hole, seeing it as a sign of weakness. It was very painful, as the huge cock was pusing aside the virginal chamber, but at the same time it was extremely sensual, with the huge head touching parts that Brad didn't know existed. Mark did a double bi in the mirror and once again showed his huge pumped teen muscles to their full extent. He grabbed Brad by the waist and started pumping Brad up and down his cock. Brad roared and screamed in pain. The cock was ripping flesh as it went. "Please... master please... stop", Brad begged. But Mark was oblivious to this and kept pumping. Brad fainted and woke up again, and seeing once more the mammoth's body in the mirror, came. Chet was waiting patiently for this and hungrily drank the milk as it came from Brad's cock. Mark turned to the side to reveal in the mirror his mass behind Brad's. Getting extremely aroused by his hugeness, he exploded in Brad, releasing copious amounts of spunk. Brad fainted again. Mark flexed some more with Brad on his cock. Chet came at this sight - Mark was so HUGE! Mark pulled Brad off and he fell to the floor, exhausted. "Next", MArk said, turning to Chet with a smile. Chet went white. Brad was big, and could just take Mark's mass, but he was only 200lbs - he'd be killed. He made a jump for the door, but Mark stretched out his hand and caught him by his neck. He threw him against the far wall. "DO NOT DISOBEY ME", boomed the musclegod, who was extremely pumped and horny at this stage. "Worship me". Chet approached with caution - he had no choice. Mark rammed his steel rod into Chet's mouth and down his throat. Chet gulped and swallowed the cock. Mark fucked his face violently - he was EXTREMELY PUMPED now. He came with another explosion - cum literally burst out of Chet's mouth. "Swallow", Mark ordered. Chet did his best, but some dripped out. "Lick it up", ordered Mark. As Chet bent over, Mark rammed his cock up Chet's ass - ripping it apart. As he stood up Chet squealed in pain as his weight rested on Mark's penis. The session went on for another hour - with Mark fucking his two new slaves in turn. Everytime he finished, he got horny thinking how powerful he was and went again. Eventually he picked up the two limp, naked bodies and strode out to the car. He threw them in the back and drove back to the house. When he got there, the two twins lifted in the two bodies into one of the 'waiting chambers'. Mark explained that he had to bring Chet, as he had witnessed everything, although secretly he liked the teen - he had a boyish face that made him attractive. Phil took some presuading, but he eventually agreed to give both teens the 'gift'. Next day, Chet were brought into the room. Everybody was there. Chet nearly fainted again when he woke up at the sight of so much muscle. Phil came in again as before - explained everything to Chet, who was only to eager to become huge. Phil fucked him up the ass, and the metamorphis began. This was the first time Mark had seen this occur to someone else, and it was certainly a sight. Huge musclemen fucked the growing teen as his lats widened and thickened, as his arms grew thick with snake-like veins bursting out, his pecs ballooning out and his thigh expanding in all directions. Chet had to keep adjusting his stance to accomodate the growing quads. Mark was the last to fuck Chet, who stopped growing when he was about the twins' size, as he had started at a much smaller size than Mark had been. He looked very sexy. He stilled had his boyish face, blond hair, which was now dwarfed by his huge body, which commanded attention. When he looked at himself in the mirror, a wry smile came across his face. "Fuck me", he said, "I'm huge." And he was. As big as the twins, who were the biggest after Mark. Chet flexed and posed and everyone got horny again so they had their customary orgy. 7. Brad gets the gift Phil would need a while to recover, before he could 'do' Brad. Brad would have to wait until tomorrow. That night, he was the centre of wrestling and sex- games played by the twins, Mark and their new teen companion Chet. His hole was raw the next morning and when Phil entered, he was nearly sick at the thought of being fucked again. Phil explained everything again to Brad, who looked at Mark and saw the size he could become. You mean if you fuck me, I get as big as him?", Brad asked. "Yes", Phil said. What he didn't say was 'bigger'. With every recruit, Phil's spunk was getting more potent. The twins, Mark, Chet were all much bigger than the original recruits. "Go for it", Brad said. Again the ritual, with men fucking Brad as he grew. And he grew. He grew as big as the twins. He kept growing. His chest looked like it was going to burst. His arms became as thick as thighs. His lats pushed out, as broad as Mark's, broader! His thighs exploded, until they were so thick, that no matter how Brad stood his huge cock was pushed out by the muscle behind it. Brad was now as big as Mark and was still growing. He stopped soon after - at over 8 ft and nearly 600lbs. As he stopped growing, it was Goran who was fucking his ass. He squeezed his glutes, hard against the twin's cock. Goran winced in pain. Brad squeezed harder and Goran started screaming. Brad released the pressure and Goran fell out, holding his crotch in agony. Brad picked up the muscled-teen by the neck. "NOBODY FUCKS ME UP THE ASS", he boomed and threw Goran against his twin and Chet, knocking both to the ground. Brad turned to the mirror. He flexed and showed a most muscular which showed his vastness to MAXimum effect. He turned around and smiled. It was a smile which said 'I'm the biggest now and you know it'. Brad went around the group, and fucked the group one by one - riding each rougher than the one before. When he got to Mark, he went up to him. He looked down and lifted Mark up by the throat. "Who is the master now?", he boomed. Mark wrestled the muscle god to the ground but Brad's strength easily overpowered him, and Brad raped Mark violently. Mark groaned in equal amounts of pleasure and pain. When Brad came, Mark thought his stomach was going to implode, such was the force. "Just like the old days - swimboy", Brad said. "What do you say to your new god?" Mark refused to speak. He was so annoyed at himself for bringing this monster into the group. Brad, with Mark still on his manpole walked over to the twins and picked them up - one in each hand - by the necks. The twins two feet clear in the air were strugglig to breathe. "I said, what do you say swimboy?" Mark had no choice. "Yes, sir", he said reluctantly. "LOUDER", Brad said, squeezing tighter. The twins were furiously trying to free themselves, but in vain. Brad's grip was vice-like. "YES SIR", Mark said. Brad spent the rest of the night posing, showing his strength and generally ordering everybody about. Everybody eventually went to sleep, except Phil. He knew there was only one thing they could do. Someone would have to get a second dose. I'll leave the rest to your (active) imaginations!! THE END.