From: Jason Jarman Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 2 Shane And His Muscle Belt by Jason A. Jarman Chapter Three: His Secret Revealed? Shane, of course, could not keep the muscle-belt a secret. He immediately decided that he would wear the belt to his gym. "More muscle I'm packin, dude, stronger I'll get. An the stronger I get, the tighter I can pull this powerful-ass belt." With this reasoning, he showed up at the gym wearing a baseball cap, a pair of black satin workout shorts, Nikes and the muscle-belt. Shane made a scene as he strutted across the gym floor, towards the free weights. His cock bulged against the sleek black satin. It was very clear to see that Shane was packing heavy artillery between his legs. If that weren't enough, his muscles were at least three times larger than they'd been on his last gym visit, two days before. The new tattoos on his chest and guns were striking. Some of the older guys at the gym, many of them muscular and good-looking, hungered for Shane's hard young muscles. When they saw the new Shane, their cocks grew hard under their workout clothes. Some of them gasped at what they saw. Shane's first activity in the gym, as always, was to stand in front of a mirror and make double biceps poses. He liked the attention that got him, and he loved to see how big his muscles were. Shane stood and held his guns in hard shiny peaks. At 32 inches, with the blue anchors bulging on their surface, they were the biggest biceps in the world. No one could ignore them; especially not the musclemen who lusted after Shane. "Hey, Kev," Shane said to his workout partner, who was among those in shock. Kevin Thorson couldn't respond. He tried to fight off a raging erection beneath his skimpy workout shorts and leather underwear. His heart pounded. He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing! He somehow fought off his lust and got his cock to relax enough that he could walk. "Hey, Shane," Kevin said, as he looked into Shane's smoldering green eyes. At 32, Kevin was a handsome and muscular man. With his long blond hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and his well-kept goatee, he cut a striking figure. He had competed in amateur and semi-pro body-building competitions, and he had a few trophies at home to show for it. Kevin had lusted for Shane from the first time he saw him -- a 15 year-old boy who already had a head start on everyone else in the gym. For three years, Kevin had controlled himself, acting as a workout partner, a guide, and a friend to Shane. It had been so hard to hide his feelings for Shane. At night, Kevin often lay awake, stroking his cock, wishing for Shane's company. He had to settle for their gym friendship, and for the frequent, long glimpses of Shane's naked muscular body as they showered in the locker room. Once, Kevin had stolen a pair of Shane's black leather underwear -- the very pair he wore under his shorts. Shane had never figured out who swiped them. "Dude," Shane said. "Notice anything different?" "Got you some pretty big guns today. Bigger than before..." "Way bigger, dude." Kevin's eyes freely roamed Shane's incredible body. He felt a hard-on starting again, but the tight leather undies held it prisoner. "Looks like you lost about a foot around the gut, too." "Yep." "And those tits nearly hit your chin when you move your arms up." "Uh huh." "You got some hot tats, too, dude. What's up?" "It's a secret, dude. I'm gonna be big like this from now on. Bigger than this." Kevin smirked. "Well, it must be something fucking incredible. What is it?" Shane smirked in return. "Dude, if I told you, it wouldn't be no secret." Kevin inhaled deeply, to calm his throbbing heart. "I'm your friend, dude. You can tell me." "This is real weird, dude." "Well, listen, dude. I got a secret, too. A really fucking great one. You'd like it. You wanna see it?" "I guess so." "If you like my secret, will you tell me about yours?" "Maybe. If I like what you got." Kevin's eyes again scanned Shane's body. Every muscle was significantly bigger, from his jutting, veiny tits to his tiny, rock-hard waist to his bulging thighs, quads and calves, and, of course, the massive lump in his crotch. He finally focused on Shane's beautiful belt. "Got a new workout belt, dude?" Shane laughed. "Uh, yeah. It's a belt I wear all the time now." "It's sweet. Can I try it on?" "You better not." "Why?" Kevin's heart pounded anew. "You've always let me wear your belt before..." "This one's different. It was, like, this dude made it just for me. And the deal is, I ain't sposed to let nobody else ever wear it." "OK. Don't want to pressure you, dude. It sure is beautiful, though. It's so shiny..." "Yeah, it's a hella belt." "Well, anyway, you should come over to my place. I'd like to show you my little secret." Shane smiled. "Well, that sounds cool. After we work out?" Kevin was almost hyperventilating by now. "S-sure, man." "Awright. Let's get workin'." "That's cool." Shane went into his routine, pumping his 32-inch biceps with 150-pound barbell curls, lifting 320 pounds on the bench press, torturing his quads and calves with squat lifts. Kevin tried to keep up with him, but it wasn't possible. He simply didn't have the same level of strength and stamina. Shane had always been strong, but he'd never done preacher curls with 300 pounds before! Nor had he benched 550, 600 pounds. The 45-pound Olympic bars began to bend with the weight Shane was using. No one else could move such heavy weights, yet Shane lifted them like they were cardboard, and kept adding to the stacks until no more weights would fit on the bars. From time to time, Shane's muscles would bulge out, get much bigger, and then settle down. After each set in his workout, Shane flexed his muscles and looked in the mirror. He was bigger than when he'd come in the gym! Kevin struggled to stay focused on his own workout program. He was glad for the tight leather thong beneath his shorts. It kept his throbbing cock at bay. He felt so privileged to be close to this gorgeous monster. Some of Shane's other admirers had actually left the weight room. Presumably, their eyes had seen all they could take. Kevin imagined them excitedly jacking off in the locker room. Finally, Shane racked his weights. "Hey, dude, let's knock off. I need me a serious shower." "Me, too," Kevin said. They walked into the locker room together. There was no one else in there. Kevin's mind reeled with possibilities. He wanted to fuck Shane's brains out; that had been his dearest desire from day one. This new, improved Shane would be his greatest conquest. "Man, it smells like cum in here, don't it?" Shane said with a smile. "Yeah." Kevin could see stray shots of cum on the walls. Shane pulled down his satin shorts. His 18-inch cock, semi-hard, flopped out towards Kevin, and smacked his stomach. The head was wet with a jewel of pre-cum. This drizzled onto Kevin's stomach. "Sorry, dude," Shane said with a sheepish grin. "N-no problem, dude," Kevin said. He'd never seen such a huge cock in his life! His cock bulged up, hard as a rock, and made a visible rise in his workout shorts. "I, uh, I gotta pee." "This happens to me all the time in the locker room, dude," Shane said. Kevin again watched from a distance. Shane had to take that belt off. Maybe there was something about the belt that... no, it couldn't be. A belt couldn't make a guy's muscles bigger! All it could do was support his back, or keep his pants up. Sure, it looked sexy as hell, but that couldn't be it. Shane had to be on some super new steroid. Maybe he'd shoot some into Kevin's veins, so he could get as big as Shane. And then they could fuck each other's brains out with their massive cocks... Shane opened his locker, and turned away to unbuckle his belt. As he pulled it tight to loosen the tongue, a flash filled the locker room. It was a flickering burst of bright light, somewhere between a camera flash and a bolt of lightning. It was silent. When Shane removed the belt from his waist, his body relaxed a little. His muscles shrunk ever so slightly. They were still huge, but they weren't as huge. Uh huh, Kevin said to himself. It is that belt. Or the belt's part of the picture. Well, I'll find out everything I need to know in just a little bit... Kevin heard the shower begin. Shane sighed as the hot water drenched his body. His locker was open. The belt dangled out invitingly. His heart throbbing harder than ever, Kevin approached Shane's locker. He pulled the belt out. A jolt of red-hot power swept through his body. His muscles bulged out slightly. Kevin felt completely renewed, the way he did after his best workouts, ten times better... This is it, dude, Kevin thought. Fingers of white lightning crackled on the buckle's surface. His hands trembled as he drew the belt around his waist. He was just about to pull the leather through the buckle when someone came into the locker room. Kevin barely had time to whip the belt back into Shane's locker. No one could see him with this belt, or connect him to it. Soon enough he'd have it for himself. No one could take it away from him then! From: Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 3 Date: Tuesday, April 18, 2000 11:36 AM Shane And His Muscle Belt Chapter Four: A Friend Indeed "Cool place you got, dude," Shane said. Kevin quietly locked the door of his house. Shane's clothes were so tight and revealing... A green silk T-shirt barely covered his torso. The sleeves had begun to split at the base of his huge biceps. A hole in the shirt revealed one of his erect nipples. The shirt collected at his heaving pecs, fully exposing his rocky rows of abs, tapering down to a tiny waist. The muscle-belt was worn, at the third notch, over a skin-tight pair of black leather jeans. Shane's semi-hard cock bulged down the side of his left thigh. The veins on his cock were visible against the leather. Every muscle in Shane's thighs and calves rippled under the shimmering black skin. Shane walked through Kevin's living room. Kevin's body-building trophies filled a small display case. In-between the trophies were color photos of Kevin posing in black leather briefs. "Wow," Shane said. "You got a couple more since last time I came here." Kevin stood behind Shane and put one hand on his massive shoulder. "You should compete, dude. You'd take the trophy without even posing." "Yeah, dudes at school are always buggin me about it. I don't know. Hey, who's this dude?" Shane gestured to a beautiful large framed photo of Marvis Raymer flexing his biceps. A classic shot of Jorge "Chic" Betancourt took up part of another wall. "You know these dudes?" Shane said. "Yeah," Kevin said with a smile. "Hey, I'm gonna get me something to drink. You want anything?" "Sure, dude, some milk if you got it." Shane studied the pictures in the living room. Kevin walked back into the living room, a glass of water in one hand and Shane's milk in the other. "Here you go, dude." "Thanks, man. This boy is pretty hot," Shane said, gesturing to the photo of Marvis Raymer. He gulped down the milk and drained the glass. "So, dude, I wanna see yer secret. And maybe I'll show you mine..." Kevin smirked. "Right this way, dude..." Shane followed Kevin downstairs to his basement. The basement area was Kevin's secret wonderland. He'd lured many a muscular teenage boy down these stairs and shown them the time of their young lives. Shane would be his single greatest conquest. The walls were covered with pictures of young male bodybuilders, many of them naked and sporting huge hard-ons. Kevin had some gym equipment around, and several sleek, shiny black leather weight-lifting belts. Muscle magazines littered the room, and a TV and VCR held piles of videotapes of physique competitions and posing routines. In the back, in a separate room, was a bed with black leather sheets. That was where most of the hot boys wound up in Kevin's experienced hands. Kevin pulled off his blue jeans and put on a tight pair of black leather jeans. He laced a shiny three-inch wide black belt through the loops and buckled it tight. Kevin's cock and balls stretched against the leather. He pulled off his T-shirt. Kevin's body was superb, and showed the long, hard hours he'd put in at the gym. He made an arrogant double-biceps pose for Shane. "Cool, dude, yer lookin hot. I love wearin leather pants. I even got on leather undies." "I know, Shane. I'm wearing a pair of yours..." Kevin smiled. Shane frowned. "You stole those? Fucker!" "Are you mad?" Shane shrugged. "Not really. But I would of given them to you." Kevin's heart pounded. "Really?" "Yeah, dude. You're pretty hot, y'know." Shane studied Kevin's body, and his eyes worked their way down to the bulge in his leather jeans. "So, how come you took my undies?" "Because," Kevin said, "they were the next best thing to actually having you. You are the most hella beautiful and sexy dude I've ever seen. I've got a big hard-on for you. When you show off your muscles, I just want to ram my hard cock up your ass and fuck your brains out." "Whoa!" Shane said with a smile. "And I know that belt you're wearing is the reason why you're even bigger and prettier than ever. I want you to tell me about it." "Well, dude, the guy who give it to me said I ain't spose to tell anyone about it..." Shane hesitated, and then relayed the whole story about the dream, the search for the old building, his first encounter with the muscle-belt... He showed Kevin the paper that was wrapped around the belt. "Man, this is intense," Kevin said as he finished the note. "So all you have to do is pull that belt tight, and you're a hella stud?" Kevin's cock hurt as it pressed against the leather. "Yeah." Shane made a double-biceps pose, then switched to a hot abs and thighs shot. His eyes were on the growing, straining bulge in Kevin's swollen crotch. "Dude, you really do have it bad fer me, don'cha?" "Yes, Shane." "Well, then, get down on yer knees an tell me how much you worship my body." Kevin did as told. "Oh, Shane, you are a god on earth. You have always been the most studly and hot boy on this planet. My cock has been hard for you ever since I first saw you. I've jacked off every night to my fantasies of fucking you, touching your body, kissing you... Whenever we work out together, I just want to feel your hella muscles and show you how hot I am for you. And now... with that belt... you truly are a god, dude. A god of muscles and manliness. I hope to be worthy of the honor of your mighty muscular body." "Tell me more, dude." "Oh, dude, when I see your big bulging guns, all shiny and covered with thick blue veins, I hunger to put my hands around them. I want to feel how hard and strong your biceps are. Look at this!" Kevin unbuckled and unzipped his leather jeans. His cock stood up high and hard, its head a darkening red, the thick veins pulsing down the shaft. Kevin's rock-hard dick stood at eleven throbbing inches. "See what you do to me? My cock is pounding for you. It's so hard it hurts. How could I tell you any better how much I lust for you? How beautiful you are, and how much I worship your studly body? I wish I had ten cocks, and they were all this hard for you..." "Wow," Shane said. He reached down and fingered Kevin's enormous hard-on. Kevin moaned and pre-cum drizzled from the throbbing head into Shane's hands. "That thang is like a fuckin rock, dude!" Shane began to stroke Kevin's cock. "I'll get you off, dude!" "No! Not that way!" Kevin cried. "What's wrong with this way?" Tears ran from Kevin's eyes. "Please, Shane. Please let me fuck you up the ass, right now. I beg you. I'll do anything you ask. I'll give you everything I have. But please let me fuck you blind. I'll die if I don't." "Well... you are pretty hot, Kev. I got to admit, I've had me some hard-ons over you. I got a big one the other day at school..." "Will you pull your belt tight for me first? Make yourself a super-stud with your muscle-belt." "Hell, yeah. I could use me another notch, anyways. Watch what happens, dude." Shane unbuckled the leather from the belt. As soon as his hands touched the buckle, shots of power burst from the belt. "All right, stud, start talkin. Tell me how fuckin hot I am. How strong an big I am. You ready?" Kevin nodded. Shane grimaced and began to pull on the leather. "Shane, you are a super hella studboy. When you pull your muscle-belt tight, you're the strongest, sexiest, most powerful dude on the planet." Shane groaned. Savage bolts of lightning exploded from the buckle. He pulled the first notch through the buckle. "Keep pulling, mighty Shane. The harder you pull, the stronger you get. Your muscles will keep getting so big and hard. Your mighty cock is getting bigger and bigger every second. A mighty muscle-boy like you needs more power. Pull the muscle-belt tight with all your might!" Shane screamed and tugged the second and third notches through the sparking buckle. "Oh, dude. Make me a bicep muscle with your free hand. And think about the power that runs through your body, through your veins, when you pull the leather so fuckin tight..." Shane complied, and rose his pulsing, 44-inch bicep into the air. The belt sent a huge volley of power up to the flexing bicep. Shane groaned with ecstasy and came all over Kevin's face and chest. "Cover me with your sweet hot cum, my muscle-god. I worship you and all your power. Pull that belt tighter and tighter! You're so strong and beautiful... you can do anything you want!" With those words, Shane found the strength to pull the leather just past the sixth notch. He quickly buckled the belt while he could hold the notch steady. Then he stood before the trembling, kneeling Kevin, his 30-inch cock spewing cum and throbbing with hardness. His waist was now barely 18 inches. He flexed both biceps overhead. No human being had ever had such huge muscles. "You really wanna fuck me, Kevin?" Kevin's cock was almost purple. It had grown to 13 inches now. "Oh, god, yes, my mighty belt-boy. I live to ram my cock up your tight delicious ass." Shane smirked and turned around. His ass stood up high and hard, with rippled, striated muscles. Shane lubed his ass with his own cum. "Fire away, dude. Make me feel it!" Kevin stood up. His face was full of lust and strength. "I'll bring you to your knees!" He kicked off his leather jeans and undies. He made a double-biceps pose, flexing his gym-pumped guns high and hard. Then he rammed his cock inside Shane's slick ass. He grabbed the strap end of the muscle-belt and held onto it as he pounded Shane's ass with his cock. Shane groaned with pleasure. He flexed the muscles in his ass in and out. Kevin groaned in return. As Kevin pumped his cock in and out of Shane's glorious ass, he reached around with his other hand and began to slowly unbuckle Shane's muscle-belt. His thought was to pull on the leather and try to tighten the belt as he came inside Shane. He kept the leather taut, so that Shane wouldn't lose his muscle size. Kevin felt the titanic rush through his body. Orgasm after orgasm jolted him as his hot, thick cum filled Shane's rippling ass. Shane screamed with pleasure, as Kevin's huge cock stroked his sphincter. As he came, Kevin pulled on the muscle-belt. Bolts of lightning shot out of the buckle. Both of them felt waves of power blast through their body. Suddenly, an idea hit Kevin, and he acted on it. He moved his left hand to hold onto the belt, just past the buckle. With his right hand, he slid the leather out of the buckle, and took the muscle-belt from around Shane's waist. The buckle sparked, and Kevin felt another jolt go through his body. "Watch this, muscle-boy!" "Huh?" Shane turned around to see Kevin with the muscle-belt around his own waist. "Hey, dude, this belt is for me only! They said so!" Kevin shoved the leather through the golden buckle. He began to pull the belt tight. He wanted to taste the power so bad. A few small bolts shot out, but nothing happened. "What the fuck?" Kevin tried again. He could pull the belt really tight, much tighter than Shane, but without the power, it was just a belt. Kevin kept pulling, and got the leather just past the eleventh notch. "Why doesn't it work?" In anguish, he unbuckled the muscle-belt and threw it across the room. The belt didn't hit the floor. In mid-air, it stopped, and then flew towards Shane. It circled his waist and the buckle sparked. "Whoa!" Shane said. "It's hella juiced!" "I'm sorry, Shane," Kevin said. "I just had to see if I could do it. Please don't hurt me!" "I ain't gonna hurt you, Kev. This is just the way it is. They gave me this belt for a reason. I don't know how come. They just did." Shane pulled the muscle-belt to the third notch and buckled it. "I saw that paper... but who could 'they' be, dude? Are there more of these muscle-belts?" "Well, dude, after we get us a shower, I'll take you to the place. Maybe we can find something more out." Shane unbuckled the muscle-belt and handed it to Kevin. "I trust you, dude. Now put this someplace safe and let's get cleaned up. My ass is full of your cum!" Shane turned so Kevin could see the long jets of cum spewed across his ass-cheeks. "That was the best fuck of my life," Kevin said. "It's the first of many," Shane replied with a sultry smile. (Chapter Five tomorrow!) From: Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 4 Shane And His Muscle-Belt Chapter Five: Kevin's New Life Shane and Kevin wore only leather pants and sunglasses when they left Kevin's house. They rode out in Shane's Camaro. An hour later, they were at the old storefront. Nothing seemed different from the other day. "They picked this place?" Kevin said in disbelief. "Yeh dude. You got to admit, it's pretty out of the way." They walked into the main room. It still smelled of cum. Otherwise, there was nothing else there, except for the dirty junk from before. Except for one thing. Taped to the mirror was an envelope with these typewritten words: FOR MR. KEVIN THORSON "Check this out, dude!" Shane pulled the envelope off the mirror and started to open it. "Hey, that's for me," Kevin said. He snatched the envelope away. He read the words in silence, as disbelief covered his face. When Shane saw a rising bulge in the crotch of Kevin's leather pants, he interrupted. "They give you one of these things, too?" Kevin looked up and nodded 'yes.' "Here, read for yourself." He handed the paper to Shane. It looked just like Shane's note -- typed with mistakes. It read: TO KEVIN THORSON: After what has happened today, we have decided you should be made responsible for Shane Hardin's safety. He is too young to fully understand the responsibility required to use the muscle-belt. We have appointed you as his guardian. Because you will need strength that matches or surpasses Mr. Hardin’s, we have custom-made a muscle-belt for you. Your superior physique and your sexual desire for Shane are two other major factors in our decision. As with Mr. Hardin's belt, it is completely up to you as to how you choose to utilize this power. We have given you a model familiarly known as a "sailor's belt," due to its nautical decoration. This belt was in limited use in the mid-1960s. This is an improved model. Your more mature skeletal and muscular structure will respond to the stronger amount of power in this belt. You will find a set of clothes designed to go with this belt. Please inspect the back closet in the opposite side of this storefront... "Dude," Shane said. He looked up and saw a large flash of white light coming from the other side of the building. Along with this flash was a squealing, static-like sound, like a short-wave radio between broadcast bands. Kevin screamed and groaned. Shane dropped the letter and went to the other room. He gasped at what he saw. Kevin now wore a skin-tight black satin tank top. On his head was a black leather sailor's cap, banded with a small belt that had a diamond-shaped, golden buckle with an anchor on its face. Kevin had a five-inch wide black leather belt pulled tight around his waist. Its buckle was also diamond-shaped, with a detailed depiction of an anchor, swathed in ropes and surrounded by lightning bolts, done in relief. Kevin had a new pair of black leather pants on. They were smooth, perfectly smooth and shiny, and absolutely skin-tight. The surface was like a mirror. All the rippling muscles in Kevin's legs were visible. So was the shape of his cock, which strained against the button-fly of the pants. "Check it out, Shane!" Kevin made a double-biceps pose. His chest and guns were enormous, and his waist was now smaller than Shane's. Kevin flexed his biceps hard and a blinding bolt of power burst from the buckle. Following the burst, the swell in Kevin's crotch grew even larger. "Hey, dude, do me a favor. Unbutton the fly on these pants! Quick!" Shane had a huge rise in his own crotch as he approached Kevin. "Dude," he gasped. He noticed that Kevin's belt also had thirteen rows of notches, but there were double holes. Kevin had pulled the sailor's belt to the fifth notch on his first try! "I'm not kiddin, dude, unbutton me quick!" Kevin looked worried. Shane ran his hands down the perfectly smooth, shimmering leather and fumbled with the row of buttons. When he got the last one undone, Kevin's cock sprang from the hole, pulsing and spewing cum. Its head was scarlet red, and its shaft was covered with shiny, thick veins. It was at least 22 inches long. "Dude!" Shane touched Kevin's huge, wet cock. Sparks flew from the buckle on Kevin's belt. Shane stroked Kevin's cock with his strong hands. Kevin groaned, and in seconds his thick, hot, fragrant cum shot all over Shane's chest and stomach. Cum drizzled down all over Shane's leather jeans. Shane peeled his skin-tight pants off, and then whipped out his own cock and got it up to full hardness. It was a few inches smaller than Kevin's was. Shane concentrated, and bolts flew from his muscle-belt to make his cock thicker and longer. He was Kevin's equal instantly. "I can top that," Kevin said. He flexed his biceps and grimaced as his belt responded. His cock swelled out of his crotch another four inches. "Time for a cockfight, dude! Winner gets to fuck the loser." "What's a cockfight?" "Here's the rules. It's like sword-fighting, see? Except you can't touch your dick. You make your sexiest muscle poses, and I'll make mine, and you and I sword-fight with our big hard cocks. The first one to cum loses. Ready?" "Yeh." "At the count of three, pull your belt as tight as you can. I'll do it, too. That'll give us hella artillery." "OK." Shane pulled off his cum-streaked pants. "Ready." He had one hand on the leather of his belt, and the other on the buckle. Kevin had his hands on the leather of his belt. "One... two... three!" The room filled with fingers of white lightning and screeching sounds as the two pulled their belts tight, tight, tighter. Shane grimaced and screamed as he got past the seventh notch on his muscle-belt. Kevin, too, was able to advance to the seventh notches of his sailor's belt. When he looked up, Shane was packing 25 inches of throbbing cock. He stood with both guns flexed high and hard. They looked to be around 50 inches each. Kevin returned the pose, with 27 inches of cock and 53 inch biceps. He slapped his hard, shiny cock against Kevin's. A spray of gooey pre-cum slopped onto Shane's stomach. Shane fought back with a stinging parry of his cock. Kevin switched to a commanding hands-behind-head abs and thighs pose, which accented his veiny, 14-inch waist. Shane's cock got harder and bigger from this sight. It took three aggressive thrusts of Kevin's dick to rouse him into fighting back. Shane switched to a massive most muscular pose, which made Kevin's cock swell in size. Shane then flexed his thighs and calves, and teasingly rubbed the rippling marbled muscles with his hands. Shane's calves were hard, high and shiny, and measured 34 inches around. A stunning side-chest pose followed. Shane's tits ballooned up to his nose. He flexed his monster pecs and let out a rebel yell. That was it for Kevin! He groaned and his body bucked as his hot cum again flew everywhere. Shane dodged the blasting drafts of cum; he'd had enough for the time being. He smirked as Kevin shot his titanic load. He switched to a double-biceps pose and strutted around Kevin. "Looks like I'm the winner, dude!" He looked Kevin in the eyes. "It's a privilege to lose to you, muscle-boy. My ass is yours!" "First I got to up the ante. Come on, muscle-belt!" Shane quickly yanked the leather tight, and got two notches further. "Oh, yeh! Nine notches in two days!" "Go for thirteen, dude! Max out the muscle-belt!" "I can't!" Shane pouted. "Bullshit, dude! You're so hella big and strong now, you can do anything you want!" Kevin flexed his biceps. "Show me your guns! Let's see 'em!" Shane did as told, and the muscle-belt sent out incredible bolts of power. The buckle sparked and glowed. Shane's body jerked as the bolts entered his biceps. The muscles bulged and ballooned as they accepted the power. "Damn!" Shane said. "See? The belt wants you to do it! You can do it! Come on! I'll help you!" "Huh?" Shane said. Kevin stood to his side and unbuckled Shane's belt. "All right, dude. Grab onto the leather. Grab it right there, by the buckle. I'll pull on the edge of it. Wait a minute..." "What?" "I need another notch." Kevin grimaced and pulled the sailor's belt hard and tight to the eighth notch. It didn't seem to take him any effort to get there. His biceps were the size of ripe watermelons now, and his tits stretched the black satin T-shirt cuttingly tight. "OK, now I'm ready. On the count of three, you pull that belt tight, hella tight. I will, too." Shane swallowed. "OK, dude, I'm ready." "One... two... three!" Kevin's first tug savagely wrenched the leather past two more notches. Shane screamed and groaned as the belt cut into his waist, and as his muscles ballooned to freakish new heights. "Come on, stud, yank that belt! We only have two notches left!" Shane felt a massive rush of power and pulled the leather with all his might. He was instantly at the twelfth notch. The buckle glowed intensely and sent out wild fingers of power. Veins stood out like telephone cables on Shane's 48-inch biceps. The belt got extremely hard to pull. Sweat rolled down Kevin's face and veins stood out on his tree-trunk neck. He screamed and pulled with both arms. The sailor's belt squealed. The wild bolts from Shane's muscle-belt were hitting the buckle of Kevin's belt. With each bolt, he became more muscular and strong. Kevin looked down and saw that the thirteenth notch was just past the edge of the buckle. "One more pull, dude. One more hella pull and we'll be there." "It hurts, dude, it hurts." "No pain, no gain, stud! Come on!" They both strained and grunted will all their strength. Little by little the belt got tighter... the thirteenth notch moved closer towards the buckle tongue... millimeter by millimeter... the buckle on Shane's belt was white-hot now. It sent out roaring peals of thunder and lightning. Shane felt this sudden mega-boost of wild power. "Hell, yeah! I can do it myself, Kev!" His voice was now deeper and huskier. Kevin let go of the leather and, with one hand, Shane pulled the muscle-belt just beyond the thirteenth notch. He made a 72-inch bicep muscle with his free hand. "Buckle me down!" "Yes, sir!" Kevin tried to touch the buckle, but it was scorching hot. "Fuck!" "C'mon, stud, buckle it! I can't hold this much longer!" Shane groaned. Kevin tried again. It was still too hot. Then he realized... "It's my belt, dude. There's too much power coming from it. It's interfering." "Well, whip yours off, dude." Kevin reluctantly unbuckled the sailor's belt and let it drop to the floor. That was it. The buckle on the muscle-belt calmed down. Shane pulled the leather farther past the thirteenth notch. Kevin eased the buckle tongue through the notch hole. Shane let go of the leather, and Kevin laced it through the end of the buckle. "Shane Hardin, you are now a muscle-god. Would you like me to worship you as a mere mortal, or..." He picked up the sailor's belt. "It doesn't matter, dude," Shane said in a deep, husky voice. "I am a hella muscle-god stud! That's what matters! Check these out!" Shane flexed 78-inch biceps, a 102-inch chest, 48-inch thighs, 42-inch calves and showed off his 11-inch waist. His cock now rose up level with the top of his head. His neck was 50 inches thick now. Somehow, he didn't look freakish. The belt gave his body a majestic symmetry. "I have to have the belt again," Kevin groaned. "I have to be as big as you, dude!" Kevin peeled off the shredded remains of the black satin shirt. Then he strapped the diamond-buckle belt around his waist. >From the anchor emblem, the buckle shot out hot bolts of wild power. Kevin's body bucked. "Fuck, it's like ridin' a wild horse," he said. He slid the 5” wide leather under the buckle. "Dude, help me pull. I wanna see if I can max out this belt!" Shane smiled. "Hell, yeh! Go fer it!" As he struggled to strap on the belt, Kevin's muscles bulged with power, stimulated by wild shots sparking off the anchor on the buckle. The buckle made strident, piercing sounds, like a short-wave radio caught between bands. The bolts it shot out were super-powerful. One hit Shane and caused his biceps to double in size for a few seconds. The belt knew what was going to happen. It was charging itself up for the ultimate crank! Kevin screamed out and pulled the "sailor's belt" with all his might. He took shot after shot of raw, bracing power as he pulled the leather tighter... tighter... past the fifth, sixth, seventh notches... stalling at number eight, where he revved the squealing buckle to fill his biceps with new power... then past that notch... past the ninth notch... the tenth notches approached the blazing buckle. "Help me pull, Shane! Grab the leather and yank on it!" Shane rubbed the buckle of his own, maxed-out muscle-belt. He flexed his 78-inch biceps. They bulged with muscle, thick blue veins clustered all over them. "Guess this'll do." He grabbed the leather of Kevin's belt. Kevin let go of the leather, his arms exhausted. "Pull it," Kevin grunted. "All the way!" "You asked for it, stud!" Shane rubbed his buckle and got another massive power surge. The tenth and eleventh notches of Kevin's belt disappeared in one titanic pull. The belt was so tight it was literally crushing Kevin's waist. Veins the size of electric cords stood out all over his abs and upper thighs. "Two more!" Shane tried to pull the belt tighter. "Can't do it alone, dude! You gotta pull! Flex your guns and git some more power!" Kevin made a muscle with his left arm. A roaring crackle made Shane and Kevin's ears ring. A blinding surge of light and power blasted from the buckle and seared into his flexed bicep. The peak of muscle rose, for a moment, up to his wrist. Kevin screamed and grabbed the leather away from Shane. He pulled the belt past the twelfth notch... hesitated... and then, in one jerking yank, he cranked the leather an inch past the thirteenth notch. Shane helped him ease the leather back so he could notch it with the buckle. "Did it!" Kevin started to flex his whopping, 90-inch guns. Then a voice boomed out through the deserted building: "STOP!" Shane and Kevin turned. The closeness of the voice startled them. Shane looked around and finally spotted a small loudspeaker hanging from the ceiling. It was an old one, and it sputtered and crackled. Above it was a video camera... a sophisticated mini-sized model. Its lens pivoted and stopped on Shane. "Holy shit," Shane said, in a whisper. "You have achieved the impossible!" the voice crackled. "Dude, you sound like a comic book guy," Shane said back. The voice cleared its throat. "These models should have lasted you for two months before you exhausted them. You have refuted years of scientific research! We will have to assign you new belts. We have some experimental models that contain ten times the strength of the muscle-belt you wear, Shane. Return here in three days. You will keep the belts you have now. They can serve as a backup source of power." "Right on," Shane said. "Hey, dude, what's the deal... who's doin this?" "If we told you, your life would be in extreme danger. All will be revealed when the time is right. We have given you a supreme gift. All we ask, in return, is your patience and complete obedience to our commands!" Shane smirked. "Sure thang, dude." The voice paused again. "Yes... In the meantime, you must not continue to openly exploit these belts in public." "Do what?" "Don't go showing them off like you have." The voice now sounded irritated. "That will only attract attention. And with attention will come questions... questions that may, in the end, cost you both your newfound power." "Well, I ain't giving this belt up," Kevin said. "What we suggest is this: charge the buckles of every ordinary belt you own. Hold the buckle of the regular belt to the buckle of your muscle-belt. Tug the belt slightly to provoke the power discharge. Let the buckles touch for two or three minutes. Keep tugging to stimulate the discharge. This should give the ordinary belt a satisfactory power charge for a few days. If you do this with all belts you own, you will have a backup arsenal of considerable size. We will contact you when your new belts are ready." The speaker let out a loud blast of sound. Silence fell. Shane finally spoke. "Hey, dude? You still there?" Shane shrugged. "Guess not." Shane's belt crackled and whined with power. "Man, I feel so fucken strong! How the fuck they expect us to keep this power a secret?" "I will if you will. And now..." Kevin flexed his thundering guns. "I want you to fuck my brains out, mighty Shane!" "Dude... I dunno. I never butt-fucked a guy before..." "You've been fucked by me. A lot, lately..." "I know, but this ain't the same..." "Look at me, muscle boy. How can you refuse me?" Shane's eyes roamed over Kevin's body. From his 90-inch biceps to his 11-inch waist, Kevin was beyond the dreams and fantasies of any muscle worshiper. Shane's shoulder-high cock throbbed with rock-hard power. Pre-cum spewed from its slit like lava from a volcano. "Yer right, Kev. Make a muscle for me." Kevin flexed his monster guns. A shot from the buckle made the muscle bulge out beyond all imagination. "I'll fuck yer brains out!" Shane used his pre-cum as a lube and parted the striated mounds of Kevin's ass. Kevin's hole was huge... just right for Shane's monster cock. Shane rammed his rod into Kevin's ass as far as it would go. Kevin tightened the muscles around Shane's cock and rode it like a pony. Shane slammed his pulsing majestic dick deeper into Kevin's ass. Kevin groaned and flexed his biceps. This sent a thick bolt of power through his body. The jolt reached Shane, and wracked him with new strength. That was it. Shane spewed so much cum it forced his cock out of Kevin's ass. Cum continued to shoot all over Kevin, the walls, the floors, the ceiling... Shane came for two minutes in thick, heady spurts. With each blast came an orgasm a dozen times better than any he'd ever had before. Unbeknownst to them both, the video monitor captured every moment. Its lens whirred back and forth, pivoting to catch the sex action. "Damn, I wish there was a shower in here," Kevin finally said. He tasted Shane's fresh cum. "Oh, baby, it's even better than before! It's got a kick to it!" "Whadya mean, dude?" "I feel stronger just from swallowing it. Let me have some more..." Kevin scooped the hot spunk off his pecs and abs and licked his fingers clean. "Damn! You should bottle this and sell it!" Shane looked upset. He sighed. "What's the matter, dude?" "I hate t have to go back to the real world... oh shit!" "What?" "My folks are home by now! I can't get past them like this!" "Why don't you stay at my place?" Kevin smiled. "We can take up where we left off. I'll get you some clothes that fit. Just tell 'em you're staying over with a friend." "They'll buy that," Shane said with an impish smirk. "I've always been such a good boy..." (continued tomorrow) .From: Jason Jarman Subject: Re: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 4 Chapter Six: Magic Spunk Kevin and Shane spent the weekend... well, we owe them a bit of privacy, so we'll let the reader's imagination do some work here. Monday morning found Shane back at school, looking five times bigger than he had the week before. It had been so hard, giving up the muscle-belt. Having worn his belt at the thirteenth notch all weekend, Shane reluctantly took it off on Sunday afternoon. After three hours, his muscles had settled down just enough that he could fit into his clothes again. They bulged at the seams; he was clearly much bigger than he'd ever been. Kevin gave him some oversized, baggy stretch-pants and a XXXL sweatshirt. Wearing these, Shane could pass for his "old self" -- definitely more pumped-up, but the folds of the fabric disguised his monster guns and his tiny waist. By seven that night, his muscles had settled a touch more. Shane longed to strap the muscle-belt around his gut and yank it tight. But he knew he couldn't. The night before, between either fucking Kevin or getting fucked by Kevin, Shane charged every belt he owned, from his regular dress belts to his old, beat up workout belts. He had enough power to keep himself juiced for days without using the muscle-belt. On Monday morning, Shane went to school, just like always. He wore his usual outfit of a tight T-shirt and black leather jeans. Around his pants, he wore a 2” wide, square-buckled belt, filled with power. He had another one under his clothes, pulled tight against his stomach. With every step he took, he felt a ripple of power course through his body. It was like the first rush of a great orgasm, 20 times a minute. The more Shane felt it, the more he wanted it. It was like the best drug in the world, and it was definitely addictive. Shane constantly felt like he was going to shoot a load of cum. Every hour, between classes, he headed to the bathroom, locked himself in a stall, and jacked off three or four times in a row. He had an endless supply of cum, and the ability to remain rock hard after the last spurt of sperm left his cock. It took a lot of concentration -- mostly thinking about girls -- to cause his cock to lose altitude. Shane had to keep milking his cock, or else it would start to get fully hard. He didn't want to have a load of cum shoot down his legs in class, or splitting the seams of his tight leather pants. A few sparks occasionally shot from the buckle, but they could have been mistaken for sunlight, glinting off the polished, shiny metal. Everyone stared at Shane's morphed body. There was so much to take in… his watermelon-sized biceps, his heaving, striated pecs, his tiny waist, and the straining bulge in the crotch of his pants. Shane loved the attention. Some of the body-builders looked on him with scorn. "No way a dude can get that big just by lifting weights. He's on something." As Shane strutted, and took in all this adulation, he saw Justin Craig staring at him. Justin was a scrawny senior who had always stared at Shane. Justin was a loner, very quiet, and no one really spoke to him. Some of the bullies had picked on him, but he kept a low profile and avoided them. He was just a warm body, filling a seat, taking up space. There were stories about him, but they might have been made up, just to add something to the enigma of his personality. Justin was quite handsome, but very pale. He had dark brown hair, parted in the middle, and liquid brown eyes. His full red lips and gentle jaw-line gave him the look of an 18th century poet. Shane knew why Justin stared. He could read the desire in his eyes. He smiled at him, winked and flashed a quick bicep shot. Justin's face reddened. Shane licked his lips and puckered them, blowing a kiss in his direction. He winked again, and flashed his most burning, serious bedroom eyes. His reason for this: Shane badly wanted a blow-job. Whacking off was all right, but a BJ always felt a million times better. He could barely fit in the desks, and having to sit made him uncomfortable. He needed to have his cock sucked. And he wanted to give the honor to some kid who would really appreciate it. He knew Justin would be that guy. He was kind of cute for such a skinny kid, anyway... Shane licked his lips again and walked into the men's room. Justin hesitated, then followed. Justin kept his eyes to the tile floor as he passed into the men's room. It appeared to be empty. Justin stood at the sink and pretended to wash his hands. "Tsssst! Over here!" The voice startled Justin. He finally looked up and saw Shane's shadowy form standing in the last stall to the left. "Who's there?" "It's Shane. I saw you lookin at me, dude. It's OK. Come in here." Justin's heart nearly burst as he timidly approached the stall. "What do you w..." Justin gasped as he saw Shane rubbing the crotch of his leather pants. A huge, pulsing bulge tented out the tight black leather. "I've got a little present for you. It's a real big present, come t think of it. You want it?" "W-why me?" "I'm feelin real generous today, an I need me a blow-job hella bad. I bet you'd like to do it, dude." Justin looked around. "What if we get caught?" "So what? I'm the king of this school. Anybody says anything, I'll kick their ass in. Now, you want this?" "Shit, yeah." "Go for it. Unbuckle my belt. Do it real slow." Justin's hands trembled as he fumbled with the leather. He pulled the belt tight, with a sudden jerk, and a shot of power blasted from the buckle. "What's that?" "Nothin you need t know about. Do it real slow, dude." Justin unbuckled the belt as slowly as his trembling hands could manage. He pulled it out of the belt loops with a dramatic flourish. The belt fell behind the toilet. Then he unzipped the crotch to Shane's leather pants. Underneath, Shane's cock strained beneath leather posing trunks. Justin eased down the trunks. "Stand back, dude," Shane said. Justin stood back. Shane's 20-inch cock flopped out, spewing slithery pre-cum all over the stall walls. A little got on Justin's shirt. He licked the pre-cum off with a sudden smile. "It's good!" "You ever sucked cock before?" "Yeah. Never did one this big before. I went down on the captain of the baseball team last week." "No shit?" "Yeah. He's got a tiny dick, but he said I wouldn't get beat up if I let him fuck my face." "Really?" "Yeah," Justin said with distaste. "I've blown half the athletes in this shitty school. They all have it out for me. That asshole Rich is the worst. His cum tastes awful! Not like yours..." "Want me to beat his ass for you?" "No." Justin fingered Shane's long, veiny cum-sticky cockshaft. “I’ll do it.” Shane flexed his bicep and the muscle bulged out. "You are one hella muscle boy," Justin said. He felt Shane’s huge, veiny guns. A spurt of pre-cum shot from Shane’s cock and spattered on his waist, just below the navel. Justin licked it off and his tongue touched Shane's concealed belt. "What's this, man?" "None of yer bizness. Now get to work. Kneel!" Justin did as told. He could only get a third of Shane's cock in his mouth, but that was enough to do the trick. He licked, nibbled, sucked and stroked Shane's pounding, rock-hard cock, reaching down to Shane's swollen balls and fondling them. Shane groaned. "Damn, dude, yer good at this." Justin could feel the pressure building up in Shane's cock. He pumped the cock with one hand, and fucked it hard with his mouth. Shane's groans turned into screams as the rush blasted through his body. Shane's thick, creamy cum spurted down Justin's throat. Justin held on tight and drank down every ounce of Shane's spunk. As he swallowed, he kept stroking and sucking, increasing the pleasure until Shane thought he would faint. With every ounce of cum Justin swallowed, he felt more alert, more alive, stronger. He couldn't get enough of it. He gasped for breath. "Again. Get hard again. I'll do you even better." The class bell rang. "Later, dude. Meet me here after this period. You suck some serious dick, man. I like you!" Shane wiped off his semi-hard cock with toilet paper and zipped up his jeans. He fled the stall, leaving Justin to compose himself for a moment. Justin glanced down behind the toilet. Shane's belt lay coiled at the base. He bent down to pick up the belt and noticed a bulge in his arm. He'd never seen that before. Justin had never been able to gain any weight, or put on any muscle. But this was his arm, and it had a bulge in it! It felt strong. Justin flexed his bicep and felt the muscle. It was like a hard, warm apple. He pulled the belt off the floor and held it up. The buckle sparked and crackled. He started to put the belt around his waist, but then the final bell rang. His heart pounded. He put the leather through the buckle, and as soon as they made contact, a jolt of power flowed through his body. His muscles bulged. He felt his chest surge up under his shirt. His thighs swelled under his baggy corduroy pants, and his cock stood up high. He felt it growing out, getting bigger, straining against the fabric. "Shit!" Justin pulled the belt tight. It took so much effort to get it even an inch or two, but he kept pulling. Bolts of lightning burst from the buckle, and the power ballooned in his muscles. One notch made him look like a seasoned teenage bodybuilder. The bulge in his crotch got even bigger. "The hell with fifth period," he sneered. Justin stood in front of the bathroom mirrors. He saw himself transformed. His neck, always thin as a pencil, was now slightly thicker than his head. His shoulders sloped out in perfect mountains. The buttons on his shirt strained from the high rise in his chest muscles. He felt his waist, then unbuttoned the shirt to reveal a rocky row of defined abs. Then he concentrated on the painful swelling in his crotch. He unzipped his fly and gasped. His cock was now ten inches of thick, hard meat. Justin smiled and pulled the belt even tighter. Shane was halfway through a history quiz (one he'd flunk, alas) when he remembered about the belt. Shit! Why'd that little fucker have to pull it off? What if someone stole it? Well, he'd be back for another hella good blow after he flagged the quiz, so it didn't matter. And he still had the belt around his gut. He touched the buckle and felt its warmth. He rubbed it and got a rush of power through his entire body. His cock swelled, and he was glad he had so much leather covering his crotch. It didn't rip too easy. The bell rang, and Shane made haste for the bathroom. He saw a figure in the stall. No one else was there; luck was with him. The door to the stall was partway open. "Hey, Justin, that you?" He pulled the door back and Justin greeted him with his newfound muscles. He'd gotten the belt to the third notch, and had a body that any Mr. Universe would kill for. His shirt hung from the top of the stall. He flexed his biceps and smirked. The belt buckle sparked and crackled. His cock was 14 inches long, and as thick as a sausage. "Look what I found!" "Shit. They'll be pissed at me!" "Who?" "Never mind. Just give me that belt, dude!" "In a minute. Right now, I need another taste of your hot cum. You ready?" "Give me back that belt, dude." Justin smiled. "Trade you. Your cum for your belt." Shane unzipped his pants. "Go to town, buddy." Justin's throbbing cock stood hard and high as he kneeled and took Shane's sticky, massive cock in his throat. This time, he milked the cockshaft with both hands, pumping steadily until he heard Shane's first groans. Then he quickened the pace, readying himself for the next hurtling dose of Shane's magic spunk. Shane gasped, and Justin's throat filled with the rich, sweet cum. He drank every drop down, and pumped the cock hard. For two minutes, hot shots of sperm filled his throat. With each swallow, Justin felt bigger and stronger. He could feel his muscles grow. He wanted to pull that magic belt even tighter. "Your cum makes me big and strong," Justin said. "I want it all." Shane unbuckled the belt from around Justin's waist and pulled it off. "You can have all the spunk you want, dude. But you can't have my belt. Meet me after school. I wanna introduce you to a friend of mine. I'll let you give me head all night." Justin's muscles shrank slightly, but they were still huge. He was now a bit bigger than some of the boys in serious training. "How do you like my muscles?" "They're hot, Justin. But look, you better not go around lettin everyone see. Not yet. You gotta keep this belt shit a secret. You hear?" "And if I don't..." "I'll kill yer ass." "Oh." Justin stood back. "You wouldn't really hurt me, would you?" "You don't wanna find out, dude." Shane laced the belt onto his waist and pulled it, without effort, to the third notch. "Ohhhh, yeah," he moaned, and his cock got rock hard again. It stood at full attention. "You want another shot, dude?" Justin was on his knees, sucking and stroking, before Shane could finish that sentence. Chapter Seven: After-School Special Shane told Justin to wait in the woods behind school ‘til after everyone cleared out. Then, Shane had promised, he would drive in the back way, through a wide path in the woods, and pick him up. They would go to a place where they could do whatever they wanted. Justin sat in the woods, flexing his 16-inch guns and feeling his big pecs and rocky waist. He stroked himself off several times, shooting hot cum all over the woods. No one could see him beneath all the overgrowth. He felt excited about being alive for the first time in years. He wondered what Shane would do to him, but as long as he kept getting that incredible spunk, nothing else mattered. And maybe he'd get another shot of that belt, too. Finally, Justin heard the sound of a car entering the woods. He zipped up his pants, picked up his backpack, and crunched through the underbrush. Shane's black Camaro purred in the near-distance. Shane had the radio on, playing heavy metal. "Hurry, dude," Shane called out. He had mirrored Oakleys on. Justin nervously approached the car. "Git in, baby," Shane said with a smile. Justin opened the front passenger's door and plopped down onto the black leather upholstery. "Uh, hi..." "Howdy." Shane revved the engine of the Camaro. Justin looked down at Shane's crotch. His shirt was off. His pecs rose high from his chest, and the nipples stood erect, their rings dangling down. His rocky abs crunched down to a tiny waist. He had the belt around his waist pulled to the last notch. A huge bulge swelled Shane’s leather pants. "You ready to suck dick all night long? I got a buddy who's like me. He's got a belt. If he likes you, you're one of us." "What do you mean?" Shane smiled and took off his shades. "I called him before last period. His name's Kevin. Tole him about what we did. Tole him that you know about the belts. He said he wanted to meet you. I tole him how good you suck cock, and he said he was so horny for a blow his dick hurt. He'll fill yer gut up real good." "You said, 'one of us.' Does that mean..." "Yeah, it means you get yer own belt. IF you pass with Kev." Justin's heart pounded. Was this really happening to him? He reached over and rubbed Shane's straining crotch. Shane groaned. This was no dream. "You want a quick blow right now?" "Right this second!" Shane unbuckled and unzipped his pants. His cock stood 23 inches high, and was hard as hickory. It flopped against the steering wheel. "Shit, lemme get turned around some." Shane shifted in the seat and his pulsing cock was ready. Shots of pre-cum spurted in Justin's face. He licked them off and got to work. It took Shane less than a minute to shoot a huge load of cum down Justin's throat. Justin drank it all in, and as he swallowed, his biceps ballooned out, his waist got smaller, and his chest muscles rose up. His thighs, quads and calves grew. The crotch of his baggy pants filled out dramatically. Justin gasped for breath. Cum drooled out of his mouth. "I can't get enough of your cum! I want some more!" "Wait 'til we get to Kev's, OK?" Shane looked Justin over. "Hey, flex yer gun for me." "Huh?" "Make a bicep muscle, dude. Show me yer guns." Justin did as told. Shane took a tape measure off the dashboard. "Keep it flexed!" He pulled the tape taut around Justin's bicep. It measured 18 inches. "Whew! Dude, yer ready to turn pro! Damn! Kev was right..." Justin didn't know what Shane was talking about. He didn't say anything. Shane tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants and they left the woods. Kevin greeted them at the door. His eyes roamed over Justin's muscles. "How many contests you been in, kid?" "Huh?" Justin looked away sheepishly. “You got some big guns there.” “I don’t have any guns. My dad has a rifle…” Kevin laughed. "Come in." He locked the door behind them. "You're Justin?" "Uh huh." "You must work out a lot." "I've never worked out ever." Justin looked embarrassed. "You're shittin' me," Kevin said with a smile. "It's true, dude," Shane explained. "This dude was a toothpick this mornin. Then I got him to suck some serious dick. He got like this off my cum!" Kevin walked over to Justin. "Take off your shirt." Justin wriggled out of his oversized T-shirt. "Wow," Kevin said as he looked over Justin's muscular body. "You've got some big guns." "18 inches. I taped 'em in the car." Shane flexed his 21-inch biceps. “What are guns?” Justin asked, confused. “Yer arms… the biceps. That’s what bodybuilders call ‘em, dude.” Kevin felt Justin’s high, peaked chest muscles. "Nice pecs, dude. I can't believe you never lifted weights before." "Never." Justin shyly smiled. "OK. Pull your pants down. I want to see if..." Justin's semi-hard cock sprang up from his crotch. "Wow. Hey, Shane, hand me that tape measure on the table..." Shane tossed the tape over. "Get your cock hard, Justin." Justin stroked the shaft a few times and it stood up red, veiny and throbbing. Kevin measured it. “14 inches! How long was your cock yesterday?" "I dunno. Five inches when it got hard..." Kevin smiled. "Damn, Shane. Dude, your cum is an elixir! A natural steroid! Only I'd say it works way better than any roids I ever saw..." Kevin looked at Shane. "Get the belts. I want to try something." Shane went into the basement. "Let's go down there, too. What has Shane told you about us?" "Uh," Justin said, "I just know that he has a belt that makes you big and strong when you pull it tight. I tried one of his belts today. It made me get real big. It felt good..." "You felt something when you wore the belt?" Justin nodded. "I want to wear it again." "Do you have a pair of leather pants?" "No." "We'll get you one tonight. You'll need them, if this works out. I think you'll be OK." Shane tossed Kevin the "sailor's belt". He was about to strap the muscle-belt on. "Wait. I want you to wear this belt." Shane looked surprised. "Really?" Kevin threw the "sailor's belt" to him. "Pull it tight. Get as big as you can." Shane put on his Oakleys. His heart throbbed. The buckle sparked and roared as Shane tried to put the belt around his waist. It was exactly like a bucking bronco! It was so powerful. The buckle squealed and squawked. Shane's skin became shiny with sweat as he struggled. Every vein in his arms and pecs stood out like telephone cables. "Help me outta my pants, Justin." Justin pulled off Shane's Nikes and slid the leather pants off Shane's legs. He wore only his leather underwear now. "Pull the shorts off, dude!" Justin worked the tight trunks down Shane's thickly muscled thighs and yanked them down to his diamond-shaped calves. "Shield yer eyes! This belt is hella powerful!" As Shane put the belt around his waist, the tattoos returned. They were slightly different. The diamond-shaped S still appeared on his upper right pec, but now yellow lightning bolts appeared at each nipple. Anchors crossed with lightning bolts covered his biceps. The buckle squealed, like a radio trapped between two stations. Bolts of power blasted from the anchor on the diamond-shaped buckle. "Pull it tight!" Kevin cried. "You can do it!" Shane screamed as he yanked the glistening black leather through the buckle. A thunderblast of power echoed through the room. Huge shafts of white lightning burst from the buckle. Shane's body bucked as he accepted bolt after bolt of raw savage power. He got the leather past the third notch. "Keep pulling! Pull harder!" Kevin cried. Shane flexed his free bicep and power hurled through his body. His chest muscles swelled up to his ears. He got the leather tighter and tighter... past the fourth notch... past the fifth and sixth... "One more!" he cried out. He gritted his teeth and howled with pain and pleasure as he got the belt to the seventh notch. He buckled the leather and beat his chest. "I feel SO FUCKIN STRONG!" Shane was bigger than ever. Justin's jaw dropped. Shane’s cock stood high and hard. It grew up to his nipples and pulsed as pre-cum dribbled down its shaft. "Think you can blow a cock that big?" Kevin asked. "Oh, yeah!" Justin straddled Shane's massive artillery and began sucking and stroking it. Shane groaned, and cum spewed like hot lava from a volcano. Justin swallowed it all, and as he drank deeply, his muscles swelled up high and hard. His waist got even smaller, and his cock blossomed with size and thickness. Justin turned and saw Kevin, holding a weight-lifting belt. Its buckle sparked. "Quick, put this on and pull it tight!" Justin grabbed the belt and strapped it on. He felt so strong. It took him no effort to pull the belt past nine notches. The buckle glowed with power, and Justin's muscles got slightly larger. Kevin taped Justin's muscles. His biceps were 24 inches, his chest 72, his waist 23, his thighs 48, his calves 22, and his cock a hard 18 inches. "Welcome to the club, Justin. You're one of us now. We have more muscle and more power than anyone else in the world. Speaking of which... Shane, if you'll give me back my belt, I'm dying for a power shot." "Aw..." Shane obediently unbuckled the "sailor's belt." He immediately strapped on the muscle-belt and pulled it to the last notch. It went quick, and he instantly had 70-inch biceps. "Justin, I want you to drink our cum all week long. I want you to be as big as Shane by Friday." "Yes, sir." Kevin pulled the "sailor's belt" tight and Justin prepared for another gallon of the smooth-tasting, natural elixir that would make him even bigger and stronger. By midnight, Justin had blown Kevin 23 times, and Shane 27. He had gained 20 pounds just from guzzling their cum. Kevin’s cum had a kick to it, but it wasn’t as potent as Shane’s. During a necessary break (to keep Shane’s and Kevin’s cocks from getting raw and painful), Kevin removed the “sailor’s belt” and got dressed. He took Justin to a leather boutique and bought him three form-fitting pairs of shiny black leather jeans, plus six pairs of black leather underwear. During the fitting, Kevin got a huge hard-on for this beautiful young boy. He wanted to fuck Justin blind. Shane was still his favorite, but there was something about this shy young dude that got him hot and hard. Kevin paid for the clothes with a wad of twenties. Justin wore the pants home. “You look hella hot, Justin. How do you like your new muscles?” Justin flexed one of his 26-inch guns. “I like ‘em fine.” Justin’s voice now sounded deeper and huskier. “Thanks for the pants. It feels great to wear ‘em.” “You’ll have to wear these when you’ve got your belt on. Your cock will rip right through regular clothes. When your muscles grow, same thing. Just like The Incredible Hulk!” Justin smiled. “That’s stupid. So who’s behind all this? Where do these belts come from?” “We don’t know. They picked Shane out first, and then they made me his dad… You know, we should introduce you to them. I bet they know about you already…” “Huh?” Kevin shrugged. “Let’s go back and get Shane. And there’s something I’d like the three of us to do when we get back…” From: Jason Jarman Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 5 Chapter Eight: Welcome To the Club “Damn!” Shane smiled at Justin. “I can’t believe it. What a sexy muscle-boy!” Justin blushed. “You are hella fuckable, Justin. I mean it.” Shane’s cock stood up high and ready. Kevin cleared his throat. “You two are both hella fuckable. And I think we should do something special to celebrate. And then we should go and talk to the guys. Introduce Justin to them.” “What you wanna do?” “I want to fuck Justin’s brains out. And I want you to fuck my brains out at the same time.” “Hell, yeh,” Shane said. Justin’s heart pounded. He peeled off his leather jeans. His cock pulsed with size and power. Pre-cum oozed from its slit. He was ready. “This is your special initiation fuck, Justin. This really makes you one of us. So it’s up to you to get us fired up. Flex your guns for me, Justin. Make me so hard I hurt.” Kevin stood before him, lust in his eyes. “Hey, dude, how about me?” Shane made a hands-behind-head pose in Kevin’s direction. “One at a time,” Kevin snapped. He was pissed. “Oh, forget it. I don’t feel like fucking right now.” “Why not?” Shane asked. “I’m into it. See?” He flaunted his pulsing, hard cock in Kevin’s face. “It’s not your cock I want right now. Let’s not worry about it. Let’s go down and talk to the guys. Get this shit straightened up.” “You need to loosen up, dude!” Shane nudged Kevin with his cock. “Get that out of my face!” In response, Shane’s cock spattered pre-cum in Kevin’s face. He wiped the stuff out of his eyes. Kevin was furious. “I should kick your arrogant ass, buster!” “You couldn’t kick my ass in a million years!” “Stop fighting!” Justin said. It did no good. Shane pushed Kevin hard with both hands. “I dare you to try that again!” “I ain’t worried,” Shane sneered. “I can kick yer ass good!” “You just try it!” Kevin grabbed the “sailor’s belt.” He tightened it to the fifth notch. “I’m hella stronger than you are!” Shane pulled his belt several inches past the thirteenth notch. Massive shots of power burst from the buckle, and his muscles bulged out freakishly. “Not any more!” He flexed his free arm and glared. “Why are you fighting?” Justin stood between them. “All I want is my own belt. So let’s go see these people and talk to them.” Kevin relaxed. “Shane, I’m sorry. I got all pissy there.” “’Sokay, Kev. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” “No, I wouldn’t.” Shane unbuckled his muscle-belt. When his body had relaxed enough, he pulled on his leather jeans and a blue satin muscle-shirt. He strapped the belt around his waist and buckled it at the third notch. “Well, I hope they got us some new belts by now. And I hope they like ya, Justin. We’re in deep shit if they don’t.” “Oh, they’ll like Justin,” Kevin said. “I guarantee it.” The muscular trio, clad in skin-tight black leather jeans, entered the deserted storefront. They’d come prepared. (I.E., Kevin had the forethought to bring some clean towels and washcloths in the car.) “Hey, dudes,” Shane called out. “You awake? We got a surprise for you…” The camera whirred in his direction. “Yes?” The crackly voice sounded surprised. Shane flexed his biceps and smiled. “We got someone we want you to meet.” “We’re ready.” Justin stepped forward. His pecs were so huge and defined that they jiggled as he walked. He looked up at the camera. “Uh, hi…” Justin sheepishly flexed his guns. The crotch of his smooth, shiny leather pants bulged with his half-hard cock. Kevin walked up behind him. “Justin goes to Shane’s school. He, ah… he… orally gratified Shane. Dozens of times. Shane’s sperm caused extreme muscle growth, and we’d like him to become one of us, with a belt of his own. If you like him.” “Remove your pants,” the voice said. Justin shimmied out of his leathers. His cock rose up to full height and hardness. “Flex your biceps again,” the voice commanded. Justin did as told. His body was breathtaking… smaller than Shane’s or Kevin’s, but beyond the size and definition of any teenage body-builder’s wildest dreams. The voice asked Justin to pose, and Justin flexed every muscle on his body. Though nervous, he looked magnificent. “Very well. If you will look in the back of the main room, you will find some free weights. We should like to test your strength.” Justin walked to the back of the main area. There was an Olympic bar, loaded beyond capacity with 45-pound plates. Shane followed Justin. “Holy shit, that’s a lotta steel, dude. I don’t want you ta hurt yerself.” “I can do it.” Justin grimaced, bent over, and jerked the weight to his waist. His biceps bulged, and thick veins rose up high over the muscle peak. Justin struggled to curl with the bar. His arms wobbled, but he made two reps, then dropped the weights to the floor. They smashed through the wood. Justin’s body was soaked with sweat. His biceps were bloated with blood. He flexed his left gun. “I don’t even want to know how much weight that was.” “I could lift that fucker with one hand,” Shane said. “Most impressive,” the voice said. “Now, one final request… please masturbate yourself to orgasm. Aim your penis at the ceiling; otherwise, your ejaculation may destroy this audio-visual equipment.” Justin grasped his sweat-slick cock and began to pump. His hands stroked and caressed the smooth, shiny, veiny tool, which grew harder and larger. Shane and Kevin posed for Justin. Shane made an arousing hands-behind-head pose, flaunting the sensual curve of his rippling, taut torso. He lowered one hand and rubbed the throbbing crotch of his leather jeans. Kevin flexed his enormous veiny guns. He rubbed his belt buckle to make the bicep peaks bulge out more. “You can use me for a target!” Shane peeled off his pants and undies, and stood before Justin, puffing out his chest muscles. Shane’s cock was now rock hard, and stood high, oozing pre-cum. Shane made deep eye contact with Justin. Justin’s pump grew faster and rougher. “Here it comes!” Justin shouted. The first shot of his spunk hit Shane’s chest. The next shots smacked Shane in the face and drizzled down his abs. Justin’s next volley blasted to the ceiling. Other shots followed it for two minutes. The ceiling dripped with his fragrant spunk. It spattered on his pecs, seeped down his rocky abs, and landed on his thighs and calves. The room was perfumed with his sperm scent. Shane tasted Justin’s cum. He felt a surge of power run through his body. He scooped up the spunk on his chest and swallowed it. His biceps bulged out slightly. “Holy shit! Damn, that’s a rush!” “Now you know what it’s like,” Justin said with a smirk. The voice cleared its throat. “Quite impressive! Mister Hardin… Mister Thorson…” “Yeah?” Shane looked up at the camera. “We approve of young Justin. In fact, you have anticipated one of our major requests. If you will examine the back closet, you will find some new supplies. There are enough so that Justin may be equipped. You will please read all the instructions, and comply with all our requests. Good evening.” The crackle cut off suddenly. “Holy shit!” Shane said. He was the first one in the closet, of course. Four black leather gym bags sat on the shelves, along with bundles of leather clothing. A Xeroxed stack of paper sat atop the bundles. READ THIS FIRST, the top page commanded. Shane picked up the papers. “Aw, man… this is like fuckin school!” “Here,” Kevin said. Shane handed him the papers. “OK… I’ll cut to the chase here…” Kevin read. “We got new belts… three apiece… they’re all more powerful than my belt… blah blah blah… another warning not to use them in public… huh!” “What?” Shane and Justin said in unison. “They want us to recruit new guys and… oh, you gotta read this!” He shoved the paper at Shane, who slowly lip-read the words: Our past studies have proven that the sperm of the practiced belt-user is, in itself, a powerful natural steroid, capable of increasing the muscle mass of an average male from 30 to 90 percent, dependent on the strength of the sperm and the genetics of the recipient. The sperm loses its potency after an hour, so if administered, it must be done through oral sex… or, to use your language, by getting a “blow-job”. We do not believe this imposes any kind of hardship upon you, but we advise against your giving sperm to anyone whom you do not intend to recruit. We advise that you seek out handsome young men between the ages of 18 and 24 for this project. Be most selective as to their physical beauty. Their bodies are most capable of carrying the steroid essence in the bloodstream. After 10 to 12 doses of your sperm, they too will be able to administer the steroid to others. You must only choose individuals whom you trust, and who will follow the orders of Mr. Thorson and Mr. Hardin. You are both the appointed leaders of this group. Any recruits must submit to your will, without question. Many of the words were too big for Shane, but he got their gist. “I’m the boss!” Shane said with a laugh. “Justin, you will suck my cock! Immediately!” “Yes, sir,” Justin said, smiling. “Cut it out! OK… let’s see… oh, wow. They made us some special leather pants. Ones we can wear without using the belts. You pull the leather laces tight and they give you a quick buzz. They also gave us a bunch of satin muscle shirts and leather underwear. Several pair. Guess we can spare some for Justin… we can get more by coming here and placing a request… uh oh!” “What?” Kevin looked up. “They want us to meet them. Tomorrow!” “Where?” Shane asked. “Here?” “Nope. Looks like it’s way the hell out in the sticks. About 60 miles. We’re supposed to meet them at 9 PM.” “What do they want?” Justin asked. “They want to examine us, see the effects of the belts in person. Perform some tests.” “Aw, fuck that,” Shane said. “No, I say we go. We don’t know why they gave us these belts. I’d sure as hell like to know. We owe them some courtesy, and we promised to obey them. Remember?” “Yeah. Man…” “Why don’t you open your presents?” Kevin found the bag with Shane’s name on it. “Holy fuck, this is heavy!” Kevin struggled to lift the bag. His bicep bulged out from the effort. “Here!” “Shit!” Shane dropped the bag. “Take these, too,” Kevin said, throwing a lighter bag his way. It smelled intensely of new leather. “I want to try on the pants, dude!” Shane grabbed the lighter bundle and walked out into the main room. Then he came back for the super-heavy bag. He almost had to drag it out into the main area. Shane zipped open the bag. There were three belts inside, each in a velvet pouch. The first one was another “sailor’s belt.” It looked just like Kevin’s, except that the buckle had a large “S” engraved in the center, flanked with bolts of lightning. This belt was wrapped around something very heavy. It was at the bottom of the bag. Another pouch held a four-inch wide black leather belt with two notch holes: one a foot from the leather end, and one a foot from the buckle end. It had four feet of leather. A note attached to the belt read: This belt is for a potential new recruit. You may punch notch holes two at a time. Wear this belt loose around your hips to add more power to the buckle. Each time you use the sailor’s belt, some of its power will enter this one. If you are in a danger situation, and have used the sailor’s belt to its maximum, the notches on this belt will give you a dose of additional power. The third belt was two inches wide and had a large square golden buckle. It had thirteen single notches, and could be worn with everyday clothes. According to the note wrapped around it, it had a power charge slightly larger than Shane’s muscle-belt. “Cool!” Shane said. He unfurled the bundle of clothes. The leather pants were smooth and shiny, with a extra pouch sewn into the crotch. A small zipper crossed the pouch. The back of the pants had embossed anchors on each cheek. Embossed lightning bolts ran down the sides of the pants. Thick, shiny leather laces dangled from the top of the pants. Shane pulled on these new pants. They fit him perfectly. The crotch had plenty of room for his cock and balls to fit with comfort. Shane zipped and fastened the pants. Then he grabbed the laces on his right side. He tugged them and took up the slack in an instant. There were no bolts of power, but he felt strength and energy rush through his body. He pulled the laces as tight as he could, then tied them down. “Damn!” His thigh muscles expanded. He grabbed the other laces, yanked them hard, and tied them down. A huge surge of power coursed through his body. He watched his bicep muscles expand and his chest grow higher. The crotch filled out, and his cock and balls filled to overflowing the purse-size basket. “Check it out!” He flexed his guns. Then he unzipped the pouch and his hard cock flopped out. “Wanna blow me now, Justin?” Justin had a belt of his own. It looked just like Shane’s first muscle-belt. He held it around his waist. “I’m about to change my life. Forever.” Justin strapped the leather through the gold buckle and pulled it tight. Bolts of power shot from the buckle, and Justin, with some effort, yanked the leather to the second notch. He buckled the belt, and his muscles were as big as Shane’s. His cock grew up to his nipples. He made a double-biceps pose. His guns were at least 40 inches, and his waist barely 20”. “I am no longer Justin Craig.” “Dude,” Shane said. He was awestruck. “Beg for my muscles,” Justin said, “and I’ll let you fuck me up my tight little ass.” “Why should I beg? I can have my way with you easy. It’s about time I tried on my new belt.” Shane untied his pants, peeled them off, and fetched his diamond-buckle belt. It took all his strength to lift the belt out of its pouch. The belt had 16 notches, and was buckled around a polished rectangular metal plate. The metal felt like it weighed 500 pounds. Shane lifted up the plate with one hand and unhooked the diamond-shaped buckle from the belt. He pulled the belt away and dropped the heavy plate. Engraved into the metal were Shane’s name and this information: THIS BELT WILL GIVE YOU THE STRENGTH OF 1,000 MEN USE IT FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL GAIN THE LAWS OF MAN NO LONGER GOVERN YOUR ACTIONS The buckle sparked and whined. It was primed, and loaded with power. “Holy fuck,” Shane said in a whisper. Beads of sweat rolled down his smooth body. His heart throbbed as he strapped the leather around his waist. His entire body shook with the first jolt of power from the buckle. The buckle was so full of power it was hard to get the leather underneath it. Fingers of blinding white lightning flashed on the engraved anchor. Shane closed his eyes, grimaced, and pulled the leather. The buckle squealed and vibrated. It took all his strength to get the leather to even move. “Fuck!” Shane took a deep breath. His face was red, and sweat poured down his body. The beads sizzled as they dripped on the buckle. “Give me hella muscle power! Muscle belt, give it to me!” Shane flexed his free arm, and the buckle flashed a massive bolt of lightning to his bicep. This gave him enough power to pull the leather to the second notch. Shane tried for the third, but his arms grew so weak he couldn’t hold the leather. With a great struggle, he buckled the belt. Shane was spent. He slumped to the floor. “Damn…” Kevin walked over and rubbed the buckle on Shane’s belt. Violent bolts of energy coursed through Shane’s body, and he sprang to his feet. “What a hella rush! Thanks, Kev.” He flexed his guns. They were as big as ever. “Don’t get discouraged, Shane.” He moved in and gave Shane a deep kiss. Shane kissed back, and soon they both sported enormous hard-ons. “Let’s fuck, baby. Let me slam my cock in your mighty ass. I’m hot for you.” “Oh, Kev, you turn me on so much. Go for it.” Kevin lubricated Shane’s ass with strands of his pre-cum. He slid his cock into Shane’s tight ass and began to pump. He bit Shane’s thick neck. His eyes roamed all over the powerful, rippling muscles of Shane’s broad shoulders, the “Christmas tree” effect on his back, and his tiny, tight waist, accentuated by the shiny, smooth belt of black leather. He didn’t notice Justin inside him for a minute or so. Then he heard Justin’s groaning and looked over his shoulder. Justin was fucking him! And enjoying himself, at that… he gave a devilish smirk as he grabbed Kevin’s tight waist and slammed his cock deeper into his ass. Kevin screamed with pleasure. Justin rammed harder and grabbed Kevin’s belt. He gave it a quick yank and Kevin orgasmed, spurting his cum into Shane’s ass until it oozed out. Then his cock flopped out and shot a 21-gun salute all over Shane’s back. Kevin’s pleasure was intensely increased by Justin’s cock pile-driving away inside him. He tightened the walls of his ass, and Justin’s breathing got that telltale cadence… he moaned as his cum spurted deep into Kevin. Justin came for two minutes, every moment a rhapsody of total orgasm. “Wow,” Kevin said. “Well, that was fun! But I’m a mess. I’m going for the towels.” Kevin left the building, his cock still high and hard, and jets of fresh cum all over his ass and chest. The room was filled with its heavenly scent. “Damn,” Shane said. “There’s cum everywhere, dude.” “Not yours,” Justin said. “Let me take care of that.” Before Shane could say another word, Justin’s lips and throat were wrapped around his pulsing, veiny cock. Justin rubbed the buckle of Shane’s belt and gagged as Shane’s cock grew thicker and longer in his mouth. The head got too big for Justin’s mouth. “Stop it! I can’t do anything with this monster!” “Sorry, dude,” Shane said. “I was thinkin about how huge my cock is… and damn if it didn’t get just like I wanted it!” Shane fingered his newly huge cock. The head was the size of a baseball, and the shaft was hard as steel. “That is a fine fuckin rod, if I do say so myself.” “Yes,” Justin said. “Don’t do a thing to change it.” Justin grabbed a pair of satin-lined leather pants and pulled one leg over Shane’s enormous cock. “Here’s the best hand job you ever had!” Justin moved the pants leg back and forth down the shaft of Shane’s cock. The satin rubbed against his sensitive skin and the pleasure made him groan. “Man, this is gonna ruin them pants!” Shane moaned. “We got plenty.” Justin pumped Shane’s cock with his expert, limber hands. Shane looked into Justin’s eyes and saw deep, burning desire. Justin’s jawline had thickened, due to all the new muscle he was packing, but his face retained the wistful, sensitive quality of his pre-belt days. “You are so beautiful, Justin,” Shane said in a whisper. “I got the major hots for you, baby.” “Me, too,” said Justin. His pump gained volume and speed. The more Shane looked into his eyes, the harder his cock got, and the better the pumping pleasured him. “Kiss me, Justin. I really need it.” Justin moved closer, continuing the pump, and their lips met. An electric rush flooded Justin’s body. He hadn’t had a chance to realize it yet, but he had fallen madly in love with Shane Hardin. This big, dumb, good-natured boy had given him the greatest gift he could have ever imagined. And thanks to that gift, they were both gods among men. Shane’s tongue touched Justin’s. “I’m crazy about you, baby. I really mean it.” “I love you. Do you love me, Shane?” Justin said. “Do I…” Shane’s sentence was left in the air as the colossal rush of orgasm wracked his body. Justin opened the end of the pants leg and Shane’s cum shot out like a cannonball, smacking the wall behind them and splattering on Justin’s thighs. Shane’s cum kept shooting for three minutes, and each shot brought him an ecstasy a million times better than he’d ever felt. Finally, he stopped shooting, and gasped for breath. His face was red, and veins stood out on his forehead, beneath his sweaty blond locks. His eyes looked into Justin’s. “Yeah, baby, I do love you.” He smiled, and Justin smiled back. Shane brushed back one of Justin’s floppy bangs. “But I love Kev, too. Can you handle that?” Justin’s heart sank. “I guess so. I mean, I like Kevin, and all…” “Me an him, see, we go way back. I known him since I was 15. He’s shown me a lot, an put up with a lot. You got to understand.” Justin looked away. “I do. I guess.” Shane turned Justin’s head back. Their eyes met. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing…” “Dude, don’t worry none. We can deal with this. I mean, us three are like brothers now. We ain’t like anyone else in the world. We got to share that with one another.” Tears welled up in Justin’s eyes. “Would you kiss me again?” “I’d love to.” Shane gave him a deep, tender kiss, one that he felt from his head to his toes. Justin’s heart swelled with hope, and his tears stopped. “OK, you lovebirds, let’s get something to eat. I’m fucking famished!” Kevin’s voice brought them out of their idyll. The three of them, adorned in their new blue satin muscle shirts and leather pants, gave the waitresses at a Denny’s restaurant something to talk about for months afterwards. One woman fainted when Shane flexed his 46-inch guns for her. (continued tomorrow!) From: Jason Jarman Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 6 Shane And His Muscle-Belt By Jason A. Jarman Chapter Nine: Meet Thy Maker “Listen,” Kevin said, once they were back at his house. “I need to go do something kinda important. I almost forgot about it. I can’t tell you what it is. I’ll be back in an hour or two.” Kevin strapped on his belt. “I’ll need this, for sure.” He left without another word. He drove off in his Corvette. “Weird,” Shane said. “Kev can be real, you know…” “Secretive.” Justin smiled. “It’s an adult thing. I think it makes ‘em feel more adult.” Justin flexed his biceps for Shane. “Well. We’re all alone.” He made a side chest shot, crunching in his tiny waist and flaring out his striated, heaving pecs. “It’s hot in here...” Justin peeled the skin-tight satin slowly away, revealing his rocky, vein-dappled abs in four perfect rows, then his erect nipples and bulging chest. He unbuckled his muscle-belt and pulled off his leather pants. “You’ve come a long way, dude.” “I couldn’t have done it without you, Shane. I love you for what you’ve given me. And for who you are.” Shane smiled. “Aw, dude, yer embarrassin me.” He unhooked his new belt and pulled his pants off. He touched Justin’s shoulder. “You know what I wanna do?” “What?” Justin’s heart pounded. “I just wanna flop down on the couch and watch some stupid TV. You up for that?” “Sure.” When Kevin returned, around 1 AM, he found the two young muscle-gods asleep on the black leather sofa in his living room, dead to the world, and to the “Laverne & Shirley” re-run that blared from the TV before them. Kevin tiptoed past them into the kitchen, and stashed a bulging black plastic bag in a cabinet under the sink. He unbuckled his belt and hung it over a chair. Then he tiptoed back past the boys and went to bed. Justin awoke in Shane’s strong arms. His head rested on Shane’s chest. His satin shirt was soft and smooth, and the warmth of Shane’s body comforted him. He reached down and felt Shane’s enormous morning hard-on. Justin kissed Shane’s cheek and touched the scruffy beard on his chin. “I love you, Shane,” he whispered. Shane was deep asleep. Justin carefully slid out of Shane’s embrace. He knelt on the floor before Shane’s massive cock. “Breakfast time,” he said to himself. Justin got the head of Shane’s cock in his mouth, and stroked the long, veiny shaft with gentle hands. Shane groaned and stirred in his sleep. His cock got even harder. Justin’s own cock rose high and hard in his excitement. He caressed Shane’s god-cock with his softest, most sensitive touch. Then, he felt Shane’s balls empty themselves of his rich, sweet cum. The first shot flew down Justin’s throat. He pumped Shane’s cock to milk it of every ounce of his powerful cum. Justin’s muscles bulged out with power. Shane came to and squinted. “What the fuck… dude, what’s… ohhhhh…” Shane laid back and enjoyed the rest of his orgasm. “Good morning, Shane,” Justin said. His face was covered with shots of spunk. “You know how t start a day off right, dude.” Shane’s attention shifted to the TV, which blared an infomercial. “We been here all night?” “Uh huh. I slept in your arms.” Shane smiled. “No wonder I felt so comfy.” He sat up. “Damn, I’m starvin. Let’s see what Kev has to eat.” They got off the couch. Shane stretched, flexing both biceps and arching his back. He entered the kitchen before Justin. Justin saw a blinding flash of light and a squeal of thunder. He entered to see Shane wearing Kevin’s belt. He flexed his guns again, but they were twice the size they’d been a minute before. “Shit, that feels hella good. This belt ain’t half as strong as mine, though.” “What’s that?” Justin said. He pointed to the black bag under the table. “You got me, dude.” Shane opened the refrigerator. His cock poked inside and touched something cold. Shane let out a surprised yelp and laughed. “I better pop this sucker off.” Shane unbuckled the belt and tossed it on the kitchen table. Justin pulled the bag closer. It was loosely tied. He undid the simple knot. Inside the bag were bundles of $20 bills. “Wow. Look at this, Shane.” He handed a sheaf of bills to Shane. “Damn. That’s a hella big stack of bills.” “The bag is full of these bundles. They’re new bills.” Justin broke open a bundle and flipped through the stiff, fresh money. “This is fuckin with my head. Well, hell,” Shane said. He peeled some bills off the open stack. “Breakfast is on Kev this morning. He can explain later.” Shane and Justin got dressed in the living room, pulling on the clothes they’d stripped off the night before. “Bring yer belt, dude,” Shane said. “Just in case.” Shane strapped his new belt on, carefully hooking it to the first notch. His crotch bulged. “Don’t pull on it hard, or you won’t be able to get dressed.” Shane helped Justin ease the leather through the buckle and notch it. The buckle sparked a little, but didn’t go wild. “I know you wanna crank that thing bad, but we got all day to do that.” Justin smiled. “Should we go back to Denny’s?” Shane laughed. “No, I reckon they had enough of us for awhile. Let’s go to IHOP!” “That place is so gross,” Justin said. “Aw, come on.” Shane winked at Justin. They sat in the International House of Pancakes, barely able to fit in the booth. The waitresses stared at them, as did the patrons, but no one had yet appeared to take their order, Justin suddenly looked alarmed, and ducked down in the booth. “Fuck. It’s that asshole Rich Boyce. He’s got his posse with him.” Shane looked right at Rich. Rich recognized him and nodded. “What you got to be afraid of? You can kick his ass into next week now.” Justin smiled. “You’re right.” “They’re leavin.” Justin set his menu down. “I’ll be back in just a minute. If the waitress comes by, I want the Number Two special. Two orders of it.” Before Shane could say a word, Justin was out the door. Shane watched from the window. Justin walked up to Rich and shoved him. Rich looked at him, checking out Justin’s new body, and he finally recognized his old cock-sucking slave. He pointed at Justin, made some wisecrack, and got everyone in his group laughing. Rich pushed his face up close to Justin’s and kept up the taunts. He made a mocking double-biceps pose, exposing his own arms as mere pipe-stems. “Watch out, Rich,” Shane said to himself. It was too late. Justin pulled his muscle-belt tight, stunning the boys with the show of thunder and lightning. He flexed his 35-inch guns, flaunting them in Rich’s shocked face. Then he knocked Rich across the parking lot with one punch. Rich landed face down in the asphalt. Rich’s “posse” took off for parts unknown. Justin walked towards him, his chest puffed out. He stood over Rich’s cringing figure and flexed his guns again. Rich was in a fetal position, and held his arms up to protect himself. Justin picked Rich up by his shirt with one hand, spoke to him, and threw him back on the asphalt. Rich crawled away. Justin turned and came back in the restaurant. “We’re even now,” Justin said. “You’re hella sexy when you get mad. You know that?” “I do now.” Justin flexed his massive bicep and smiled. Shane had three pancake and sausage plates, plus two thick steaks and two pitchers of milk. Justin ate his two #2 Specials, plus a steak and an entire cherry pie. Their stomachs filled, they returned home to Kevin’s. Kevin was in the kitchen, making coffee and a protein shake. “Where you boys been?” “Out. Hey, dude, where’d all the money come from?” “Yeah,” Justin echoed. “You rob a bank or something?” “Yes,” Kevin answered. “I ripped an ATM machine out of a wall. Three of them. Cleaned ‘em out. We need the cash, and it was there for the taking. If you’re strong enough.” “Didn’t the cops show up?” “Oh, yeah, they showed up. There should be a good article in this morning’s paper. Or maybe it’s on TV now.” Kevin poured himself a cup of coffee and sauntered into the living room. He turned on the TV and flipped channels until he caught a newscast: “—supernaturally strong man is described as being between the ages of 25 and 30…” “That’s flattering,” Kevin said with a smile. “…dressed in black leather, he wore a large belt and combat boots. The source of his incredible strength remains unknown. He is suspected with the removal, by force, of three ATM machines in the central district.” A police sketch of a bearded face flashed on the screen. It looked sort of like Kevin, if you squinted. “Police are on the lookout for a large, freakishly muscular man resembling this drawing. There is a $10,000 reward for information leading to his arrest.” Kevin laughed. “Well, I guess I have to shave my beard off now. This is great!” “Why’d you do it, dude?” Shane sat down beside Kevin on the couch. “Because I’m fucking broke, dude. I’ve been spending my money like water, keeping you two in food and clothes. It was worth every penny, though.” “Oh.” “What? You getting all high and mighty with me? Fuck them. They’re just regular people. They’re weaklings. If they caught us, what could they do? Everything they own is ours for the taking.” Kevin paused to swallow some coffee. “Not that I want anything else they have. The government can always print up more money. The banks are insured. Nobody’s going to lose out on this deal.” “How much did you get?” Justin asked. “Looked like about 200 grand. Enough to keep us going for months. If we run out, I know where to get more.” Kevin laughed. Shane seemed to think it was really funny, too. The mood lightened in the house. Kevin finished his coffee, then butt-fucked Shane and Justin, who then fucked for Kevin’s entertainment. The three killed time until their appointment, eating, playing Monopoly, watching TV, and getting in a few more rounds of you-know-what. Shane was cockier than ever, especially during Monopoly, but Kevin could tell he was a little nervous about meeting the person behind this severe, calculating voice. Shane and Justin played with their new belts all day long. They had six swordfights in a row, and made a big mess of Kevin’s living room. The couch was knocked over, Kevin’s shelf of trophies barely escaped destruction, and a Persian rug was ruined forever by massive shots of spunk. “You two are like animals!” Kevin righted the fallen sofa. “I can’t believe this bad shit.” “We’re sorry… Dad,” Justin said with a smirk. “Fucking smart-ass,” Kevin muttered. “Yeah, Dad,” Shane chimed in. “We’ve been real bad.” “Yes, you have,” Kevin said with irritation. “Maybe you should give us some discipline, Dad,” Justin said, pouring on the smart-ass tone. “If you can catch us,” Shane said. “No, don’t.” Kevin stopped Shane with one hand, and Justin with the other. “You’ll destroy the whole fucking house. Come on. Let’s sit down and talk about tonight.” “Aw…” Shane and Justin reluctantly flopped on the couch. Shane’s weight made the springs groan. “When we go there, no matter what happens, you two keep quiet. Let me do the talking. We don’t know what these people want from us. I have no idea. They’ve given us this power for some fucking reason we don’t know about. It might be good, and it might be bad. If things get weird, we’ll have a word. You know, a signal. When I say that word, pull your belts tight and follow me.” “What’s the word?” Justin said. “I know,” Shane said. “IHOP!” Kevin grinned. “What’s that?” “Just a word.” The boys broke up with laughter. “Oh my god. What did you do this morning?” Justin told the story of his revenge on Rich Boyce. He laughed so hard he cried. “You shoulda seen it, dude. It was excellent shit! That dude turned tail and crawled away!” Shane smiled and put his arm around Justin’s shoulder. “I wonder if they’ll have another story on the news,” Kevin said. The 6:00 news featured a story about a super-powered teenager who had assaulted a local high-school boy. Rich had not divulged Justin’s name. (He knew what might happen if he did.) Another bad drawing, one that didn’t remotely look like Justin, appeared. The report noted that the teen had a large leather belt around his waist, and that sparks of light came from the belt. Officials did not know the source of the teenager’s incredible strength. Justin watched the broadcast with great pride. The drive out to the mysterious scientists took forever. They had to take a freeway exit and keep going through dark, winding roads that took them in and out of black, damp woods. “This is like ‘Snow White,’” Kevin said. “Is that the one with the ole witch and the apples?” Shane asked. “Uh huh.” “I use to watch that one all the time on video. Hey, Kev. What if these dudes try an fuck with us? What do we do?” “Just… just be courteous. Answer their questions. If there’s any openings, I’ll ask them some questions, too.” Justin joined the discussion. “What if they want to make us do something really shitty… like kill somebody? What if they’re, like, Nazis or something?” “Well…” Kevin thought this one out. If the men turned out to be real scum, should they give them back the belts and leave? Or should they go along with them, and try to turn the tables on them? “I don’t know. We’ll just have to play it as it happens. I don’t want to hurt anybody myself, unless it’s someone who really fucking deserves it. And even then… I’m not a violent guy. Immoral, yes, but I’m no killer.” “What was it like when you kicked Rich’s ass today?” Shane said to Justin. “I dunno… it felt really good when I did it, but now I feel kinda stupid about it. I mean, we kind of blew our cover.” “We all have,” Kevin said, “but what do they expect? How could anyone keep this much strength and muscle a secret? They can’t think we’re just going to live our lives like nothing happened…” “Hey, was that the turn?” Shane pointed at a boarded-up gas station, illuminated by a single arc light. “Shit.” Kevin brought the Camaro to a halt, soared in reverse, and turned just before the old building. They went onto a rutted gravel road that made the whole car jostle, even with the half-ton of human cargo inside. “And we drive this for two miles?” “We’re payin for these belts right here,” Shane said. The gravel road finally ended at a wrought iron fence. The fence was chained. A red rusted padlock as large as Shane’s hand girded the chain. In the near distance, beyond a grove of trees, stood a tall square building. It looked like a castle, with high windows and tall iron doors. “Well, this is great,” Kevin said. “Shane, would you do the honors?” “Sure.” Shane tugged at the great gate, which wouldn’t quite give. “Oh, well.” Shane pulled his belt tight and immediately had enough strength to break the chains. He accidentally bent one of the fence doors as he opened it. “Oops… shit.” “Justin, tighten your belt. Be prepared.” Kevin pulled himself two new notches of power. Justin gained three notches. He flexed his 40-inch guns with pride. “Everyone ready?” They walked past the trees and approached the imposing structure. Shane pounded on the iron doors, which were nine feet tall. The crackly voice responded, to Shane’s surprise, from a loudspeaker over his head. “Come in… if you can open the doors.” “No prob.” Shane tugged at the large iron rings on the doors, but they wouldn’t budge. “I need another notch.” Shane pulled his belt even tighter, holding the tug to fill his arms with power and size. He flexed his 65-inch biceps. “This oughta do it!” The doors budged slightly, but still didn’t give. “Hey, dudes, help me out!” Kevin grabbed the rings and pulled. Together, they were able to scoot the creaking, stubborn doors a few inches more. “Fuck,” Kevin said, “this is intense! We need some more power.” Shane and Kevin pulled their belts again. Justin joined in, tugging his belt six notches. “Let me try,” Justin said. He pulled his belt tight with one hand, and yanked one of the doors open with the other. “That’s how you do it,” he said. “Well, we learned something new, didn’t we?” Kevin said. “Might as well stay this way. I’m sure they’ll like it.” The three massive muscle-gods walked down a gloomy hallway that led to a large sitting room. This room was elegantly furnished with 18th century antiques, and had the muted look of an old painting. One wall of the room was devoted to a large plain mirror. Above it was another loudspeaker. “Ah, gentlemen! This is indeed my great honor… to see you in person, for the first time!” The main lights in the room dimmed, with only a row of harsh spotlights shining above the three. In the lower light, they could see figures behind the glass, which was a one-way mirror. “My name… well, you need not burden yourself with that as of yet. You may call me Doctor Z. I am the man who made you what you are today! It’s a thrill to see the fruits of my many long years of labor…” The shadowy figure gestured to two rows of seated figures behind him. “These gentlemen are my young acolytes. They are here merely to witness. I shall do all the talking.” The voice breathed hard into his microphone, which made Justin laugh. “Well, I’m sure you must be just bursting with questions! Your bodies are certainly bursting with muscle…” Kevin spoke. “What’s the purpose of our coming here?” “Well,” Doctor Z replied, “we had to meet sooner or later. I hope it wasn’t inconvenient, your coming all the way out here…” “No. You might want to get that road paved sometime…” “I agree. But its present state keeps the curious far away. As does the gate, which I see I shall have to replace now.” “Well… why us? Why did you give us this power?” “Don’t you like having it?” “Well, yeah, but…” “Oh… I understand. You’re wondering what the catch is. Am I correct?” Kevin nodded. “You’re right to wonder if there is a catch. After all, none of us gets something for nothing in this world.” The voice cleared its throat. “Yes. I suppose you should know of my plans. Gentlemen, I am a man of some considerable wealth, having enjoyed a long career in the field of nuclear physics. I was among the group of scientists who perfected the atomic bomb. I consider the belts you are wearing to be my greatest achievement… the most sophisticated harnessing of atomic radiation ever devised. To tell you more might only worry you, but I assure you… these belts are completely safe. They are now, at any rate…” The voice paused. “What was I… yes! With my wealth, I have not only funded the research and manufacture of these belts, but I have purchased a large island in the South Pacific. It is quite a paradise. I want to establish a community of young Adonises, such as yourselves… young men of supernatural muscle size and power. In this community, everyone will be free to live exactly as they like. Everyone will be like you. And I shall be your supervisor. In time, we shall embark on some plans that may change the entire world for the better. That is, if the authorities don’t try to fight us. They may not understand the virtues of my plans very easily. But with men such as yourselves to support me, I’m sure that no one could fail to grasp the logic of my advances and research.” A large television screen clicked on. “What I have to show you may greatly upset you, but I’m sure you’ll agree it was a necessity.” The word PLAY appeared on-screen, along with some streaky lines. “Just a moment,” the voice of Doctor Z said. The tape fast-forwarded into footage of a funeral. “Oh, wait… I’ll back it up.” “That’s Mom!” Shane said, as the footage reversed to its start. “What the fuck?” In the scene, Shane’s parents, dressed in black, stood beside a minister who read from his book. Shane’s mother was all broken up, and his father tried to look stoic, but was deeply hurt. “What is this shit?” “This,” the voice said, “is your funeral. It happened today. The service was beautiful. You would have been proud of what your loved ones had to say about you.” The video continued, the camera panning to a display of photographs and items from Shane’s short life. Shane recognized some of his buddies from Palmdale. They all looked sad, and some of the girls he knew wept into their hands. Then the camera panned to the coffin, which was closed. “Who’s in that thing?” Shane asked. “A boy who met an unfortunate end. He was a bodybuilder… a victim of a hit-and-run accident. He bears a more than passing resemblance to you, and his features were distorted in the accident. Not even your mother could tell the difference.” Tears poured down Shane’s face. “Why… why did you do this?” “Well,” Doctor Z said, matter-of-factly, “for all intents and purposes, your old life is over. Could you return to high school as you are now? How could you explain your muscle growth to your friends and parents? How could you live you old, mortal life any longer? I realize your emotions are upset right now, but someday soon you’ll thank me.” “You fucker!” Shane shouted. His voice reverberated in the room. “You just need some time to calm down. You, Justin, are to be the victim of a homicide. You have run away from home and are to be picked up by a serial killer. Your mangled body will be found, decapitated, in a freeway rest stop area, in about three days. The killer will eventually be apprehended by the authorities, when he ceases to be of assistance to my cause.” Justin didn’t cry, but his face turned white. “I can’t believe this,” he said in a whisper. “As I said, it’s for your own good. It’s the price you have to pay for becoming a muscle-god. Mr. Thorson, I am sparing your life, on the grounds that you are too deeply rooted… you have a long credit history, you are a homeowner, et cetera, et cetera. If you wish to stage your own death, that is your choice. As the guardian of these two boygods, I think it’s best that your basic life remain intact.” “Thanks… I think,” Kevin said. Shane held onto Kevin and cried. “Please,” Doctor Z said. “You may cry later. I need your full concentration right now. There is the matter of what to do with one of your schoolmates… a boy named Richard Boyce. I believe he had an encounter with Mr. Craig earlier today… one that was noticed by the press and police.” “Yeah,” Justin said, “I collected an old debt.” “And collected it rather forcefully, according to the news. You were well within your rights as a muscle-god to take justice into your own hands. But a problem remains… This boy spotted Mr. Hardin on the day of his funeral. Something must be done about this before the boy has a chance to talk! I suggest that you and Mr. Craig call on this boy tonight. If necessary, you must detain him with force. Bring him here. Perhaps he will be your first recruit.” “No way!” Justin said with disgust. “Not after what he did to me.” “Perhaps he could be your servant… or your slave. Surely he would value his own life that much. He must fear you deeply after today’s incident.” Justin smiled. “Yes.” “Mr. Hardin,” Doctor Z said, “my sincere condolences. I know this has upset you. Please understand that this is all part of my master plan, and that every great man must face the impossible if he is to conquer the impossible. That is all.” The lights in the room dimmed to black. When they rose again, the faint image of Doctor Z and his associates were gone. The three muscle gods saw only their own reflections in the mirror. “Shane, are you OK?” Kevin said. “Shit, I don’t know. I think so.” “That was a big shock. But we should have known this would happen.” “Yeah. I guess it makes sense. But I feel so fuckin bad about my folks…” “We’re your family now, Shane.” “That’s right,” Justin said. “We belong together now.” Shane looked at them and smiled. His eyes were still red from crying. “That’s true.” Shane sniffled. “Well, we better go visit Rich. I bet he’ll freak out.” (Will he? Find out in the next installment, which will come on Monday!) From: Jason Jarman Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 7 Shane And His Muscle-Belt by Jason A. Jarman Chapter Ten: Adonis Island Rich Boyce had gotten off light. None of his bones were broken. He had a badly scraped elbow, and both of his knees were bandaged from their wounds. But he could walk, and could move normally, if painfully. The doctor suggested that he stay home for a few days, if only to absorb the shock of what had happened to him. It was after midnight. Rich sat in his bed, wide-awake, with the lights off. Over and over again, the scene replayed in his head. That toothpick Justin Craig, bulging with muscles… the guy who had sucked his cock all year… the guy whose life he controlled. And what was that shit with the belt? It was weird enough that Justin was so hella buff… but he got bigger and harder when he pulled that belt tight. And the flashes from the buckle nearly blinded him. What was up with that? He hadn’t mentioned any of this to the cops. Just that the assailant was built like a brick shithouse, and seemed to have supernatural strength. He matched the description of the man who was wanted for the ATM robberies. And seeing Shane with him… Shane had gotten so huge over the last week. Rich vividly remembered the jack off in the locker room… Shane wasn’t half as big then, and that was maybe six months back. Shane was a hot muscle-boy, and he worked out all the time, but no one could get that big, that quickly. And Shane was dead! Rich rolled this around and around in his head. None of it made sense, and he was scared to talk about it with anyone else. None of his buddies had seen Shane in the restaurant, and he hadn’t seen a one of them since Justin went all nuclear on his ass. Some weird shit was up, and it was driving him crazy… Then someone tapped on his bedroom window. “Rich!” a voice whispered. Rich jolted with fear… his worst fears. “Rich! C’mere, dude!” the voice hissed. It was a voice Rich recognized as a friend. He hobbled over to the window, and saw a large figure in the shadows. He opened the window and saw Shane Hardin. “Hey, dude. Come outside.” “What the fuck? You’re supposed to be dead.” “I am, and I ain’t. I’ll tell you, but you got to come outside.” “Shit. Just a fuckin second.” Rich climbed into his baggy jeans and pulled a T-shirt and a baseball cap on. His parents were sound asleep, and he slipped down the hallway to the living room and the front door. To his horror, he saw that Justin Craig was there, next to Shane. Rich’s heart pounded. “What do you want?” “You just calm down, dude. Justin ain’t gonna hurt you no more. I had a talk with him. We need to talk about some shit.” Rich trembled. “I don’t trust him. He’s got that belt.” Shane’s belt sparked in the moonlight. “I’ve got one, too. I’m stronger than Justin, an I ain’t gonna hurt you.” “You had it coming, Rich,” Justin said. His voice sounded so much deeper and manlier now to Rich. “The score’s settled. Just as long as you don’t pull anymore shit. I hated having to suck your cock. Your cum tastes awful! And I hated being bullied and beaten up by you.” Justin flexed his biceps. “You’re never gonna bully me again. You understand?” “Yeah, I understand,” Rich said in a whimper. Shane smiled. “Well, cool. Let’s go take a drive. We can be private in the car.” Feeling like his life was over, Rich followed the two muscle-gods to Shane’s black Camaro. Shane sat in the driver’s seat, and invited Rich to ride shotgun. Justin squeezed into the back seat. He had to unbuckle his muscle-belt before he could comfortably fit in the confines of the car. Shane crept out of the Boyce family driveway, barely avoiding a scrape with the Boyce family SUV. No one spoke for a few minutes. Then Shane broke the ice. “So, wussup, Rich? We ain’t talked in awhile.” “Uh, nothin. Just goin to school, hangin out, playin ball.” “That’s cool. How’s Jack Kendall?” “He broke a tooth last night. Got fucked up and tole some asshole off.” “That shit’s gotta hurt.” “Gotta.” Rich looked Shane over. “So, dude. What’s with the hella muscles? You always were hella buff, but this is some monstrous shit here.” Shane flexed his bicep. “Feel it. Put your hands around it.” Rich trembled as he touched the massive mountain of veiny muscle. It felt so warm and hard. The veins felt like electric cords. The skin was so smooth and taut. Rich felt his cock getting hard. He kept rubbing Shane’s bicep. He put his hands around it, but his fingers wouldn’t touch, no matter how far he stretched them. The more he felt Shane’s muscle, the harder he got. “Hey, Rich, you got a woody! You must like what you see.” Shane smiled. “I… fuck… I don’t know what’s goin on, dude… I just never seen anything like this shit before!” “It’s OK, dude. It kinda turns me on, t be honest. I dig it when guys get woodies from my muscles.” “I don’t like dudes,” Rich said, his face red with embarrassment. “Maybe you don’t,” Justin said, “but your dick sure does! I should know; I’ve sucked it enough!” “Stop the car, dude, let me out!” Shane stepped on the gas. “Dude, you need to chill! We got to talk some. We got some fairly serious shit here.” “Just stop the car.” Shane pulled into the dark parking lot of a closed strip-mall. Rich tried the door, but it was locked. “Dude, you just gotta sit back an listen. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you.” “What do you want with me, dude?” “Dude, you found out somethin you ain’t supposed to know. And especially about seein me after I’m sposed to be dead. This is some serious shit.” Rich nodded, his heart full of terror. “Now, the way I see it, there’s two ways we can handle this. One: you can keep yer fuckin lip zipped, an you’ll live a nice long healthy life. Or, two: you come an live with us. Same thing that happened t me’ll happen: yer folks’ll think yer dead. Only it’s somebody else in yer grave.” “A-and what happens to me?” “You’ll be my slave,” Justin said. “I mean, ‘assistant.’ Kind of like an executive.” “Yeah,” Shane said with a smile. “Why don’t you tell Rich, here, about some of his duties?” “Well, you’ll have to give me BJs whenever I want ‘em…” Justin giggled. “In fact, let’s see…” Justin unzipped the crotch of his leather pants. Though his belt was unbuckled, his cock stood high and hard at 15 inches. “Yep, I could use a good blow right now. Think you can take it all?” Rich scoffed. “I ain’t blowing nobody. I ain’t no fag.” “Watch what you say around here, dude…” Shane looked hard at Rich. “I can’t believe you’re a fuckin fag, dude! Maybe that belt made you gay…” “I was already gay. Always have been. I just do my shit in my own way. I don’t got to act like everyone else. I never tried to come onto you, did I?” “Well, no…” “You better get your head straight, dude.” “No pun intended,” Justin said with a grin. He stroked his pulsing cock. “Sure you wouldn’t like a little taste? It’ll make you big and strong… oh shit, that’s right. Um. We better wait…” Justin stuffed his cock down the leg of his pants and zipped up. “Damn,” Shane said. “We got to be more careful about that. If I forget, dude…” “I’ll remind you.” Rich’s head was swimming. “What the fuck is goin on here?” “Anyway… yes, you’ll have some exciting duties as my ‘assistant’…” “You’ll hafta make up his bed,” Shane said. “Wash his dishes…” “You’ll have to undress me… light duties. You’ll be, like, my butler.” “I think I’ll shut the fuck up,” Rich said. “You can do that, dude?” Rich looked daggers at Shane. “Can I go home now?” “Not yet. We got us a little road trip. There’s this scientist dude wants to meet you. If you can convince him, yer free to go. If it was up t me, I’d just let you go, but we kinda owe this dude a favor.” “Let me go, dude! You can’t do this shit to me!” Rich struggled with the door. Shane extended his index finger and pinned Rich to his seat. Shane’s belt buckle sparked and whined. Rich tried to move, but he couldn’t. It was like a car had rolled on top of him. It didn’t hurt, but the pressure was immense. “Yer just gonna sit back, buddy. Enjoy the ride. You’ll be OK.” Shane peeled out of the parking lot and headed for the freeway. “You’d like being my ‘assistant,’ Rich,” Justin said. They drove out to the bumpy gravel road, down the jostling, tree-dark rutted path, and to the still-bent iron gates. When the car’s engine stopped, all they could hear was the chirping of crickets and the distant hum of a generator. The sky was pregnant with stars, and the moon’s glow bathed them all in a dazzling soft light. “Shit, look up there,” Justin said. He saw a falling star jet across the sky. Shane saw it too. “Damn, that’s pretty. Well, Rich, we got to introduce you to a big-ass scientist. This dude wanted to see you pretty bad.” Rich’s eyes adjusted to the moonlight. He could make out the forbidding outlines of “Doctor Z’s” compound. “Holy shit, what’s that?” “That’s the dude’s mansion.” Shane led the way, with Justin in the back. Rich’s heart pounded again. This was, easily, the worst situation he’d ever been in. Worse than the bad drug deals he’d gotten into, worse than the DUI he got two months back… Rich hesitated, but Justin gently pushed him forward. They got to the iron doors. “Hey, Doctor! It’s Shane! We got a special guest.” There was no answer from the overhead speaker. “Well, I guess we can let ourselves in. Watch this, Rich.” Shane tugged on the door. Like before, it was too heavy for him to open. “If you got a pair of shades, put ‘em on, dude!” Rich slipped on his sunglasses. The wild peals of lightning from Shane’s new belt sparkled in the mirrored lenses. Shane yanked the leather five notches and gunned the belt, filling the buckle with power, which shot to his free arm. His bicep bulged out to 80 inches of veiny steel. He pulled at the door so hard it came off its bottom hinge. Shane buckled his belt at the seventh notch. His biceps glowed with white-hot bolts of power. The crotch of his tight leather pants throbbed with his captive cock. “That’s what it’s all about, Rich. I’m the hella mightiest boy in the world. You wanna feel my guns now?” “Oh, fuck…” Rich reached out and stroked Shane’s monster bicep. The veins were so thick and shiny, and the muscle was so ripped and huge… Rich unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He stroked his rock-hard cock with his free hand while he felt the majestic mountain that sprang from Shane’s arm. “Suck on my nipples. Bite ‘em hard. Now!” Rich grabbed Shane’s erect nipples in his teeth and chewed on them. “Harder, dude!” Rich bit against Shane’s nipple ring and sucked the tasty, slightly sweaty flesh, stroking the flexed gun all the while. Shane groaned with pleasure. “Now lick out my navel!” Rich, feverish with desire, knelt down and stuck his tongue in Shane’s salty navel. The fragrance from his leather covered crotch sent Rich over the edge. As he licked Shane’s rippling six-pack, his hot sperm shot all over Shane’s legs. It drizzled down the thick, shiny leather. Rich groaned with ecstasy as he came hard and fast, in big chunky shots. “Uh oh, Shane, look!” Justin said. A hulking figure emerged from behind the door. It was eight feet tall, and had the face of a teenage boy, but its body was out of someone’s nightmare… its long thick neck led to a stocky body, the torso and upper legs covered in hair, with cloven hooves. The creature had two long, swaying growths at the base of its crotch… cocks, perhaps, but covered in large, sharp thorns. There was a horrible contrast between the thing’s beautiful face and its bulging, scarred, alien body. The thing’s biceps looked bigger than Shane’s did. “Holy fuck,” Shane said, as the creature grabbed him, pinning his arms down. Shane pushed his arms out, forcing the beast to let go. The beast grabbed Shane’s arms again. Its grip was crushingly tight, and Shane couldn’t escape. The monster could manipulate its thorny cocks, and sent them slamming into Shane’s torso. The thorns dug into Shane’s smooth skin, leaving ragged lines of blood in their wake. Shane screamed in pain. The beast picked him up and held him overhead, shaking him, then hurled him back down for more battery with the cocks. With his arm pinned down, Shane couldn’t pull his muscle-belt. “Justin! Use yer belt…” Justin grimaced and pulled the leather tight, tighter, tighter, sending massive peals of lightning and power into his young body. These were the biggest bolts he’d ever seen come from any of the belts. It was like a lightning storm was right in his face, in its full fury. The more he pulled the belt tight, the tighter yet he wanted to go. It was like a drug to his system. Justin’s pecs bulged up past the tip of his nose, and his guns bloated out with ultimate power and size. He got the belt to its last notch. He flexed both his 60” guns and leapt up to the beast. He broke off the monster’s thorny cocks and pounded its head with them. The beast groaned, but didn’t let go of Shane. It now bit into Shane’s neck and shoulders with its green jagged teeth. Justin rammed one of the thorny growths up the monster’s ass, and that only made it angrier and meaner. The monster lunged at Justin, using Shane to strike him. Justin leaped away and jumped on the creature’s shoulders. He struggled to release the vise-like grip from around Shane, but he couldn’t pull the creature’s hands away. “Pull my belt,” Shane cried. “Pull it!” Justin grabbed the leather and crushed Shane’s waist with one mighty tug. Shane groaned as the bolts of power wracked his body. Justin kept pulling on the leather, forcing Shane’s body to bulge out with muscle size, until the creature’s clawing hands lost their grip. Shane grabbed the leather away from Justin and finished the pull, then buckled the belt. The zipper on his leather pants burst, and his cock sprung out, throbbing with 32 inches of thick veiny majesty. He took a swing at the creature, but it vanished into thin air. “What the fuck?” Shane said, in the deep, booming voice the belt gave him. He fell to the ground. The impact of his landing made cracks in the pavement. “What the fuck were you boys doin?” Rich said. He removed his sunglasses. “What the fuck did it look like? That was somethin out of a fuckin nightmare, dude.” Shane’s cock spurted cum. He groaned and stroked himself off, sending jets of the precious spunk to hit the branches of overhanging trees. “You guys were rolling around on the ground.” Rich grinned. “By yourself. Looked like you had epilepsy, dude.” “There wasn’t a monster?” Justin asked. “Not so’s I could see.” Rich couldn’t contain his amusement. “We got us some hella muscle, though,” Shane said. “Your scars are gone!” Justin cried out. “You were all covered in blood…” “It hurt like hell, dude. This is some fucked up shit.” “Man, someone’s hella fucking with our minds,” Justin replied. “We better be careful.” “I’m gonna stay big. We gotta be ready for anything.” Shane pulled the door back and entered the main hallway. Justin followed. “Come on, Rich…” He grabbed Rich’s arm and forced him to follow. The hallway was dark and quiet. The three walked with caution, trying not to make a sound. Shane’s belt buckle squealed and sent out stray bolts. They entered the elegant room where they had met “Doctor Z.” To Shane’s surprise, he saw several nude boys asleep on the floor, and slumped in the chairs and couches. They were all buff and pumped-up. Shane recognized one of them from the gym he used to go to. The boy’s name was Kyle, and he was a lot bigger than Shane remembered. His cock, though limp, was over a foot long, and dangled off the edge of the chair. “Rich, dude, stay here. We got to check the rest of this place out, an I don’t want you to get into any bad shit. Just sit in the corner or somethin. I’ll come back an check on you real quick.” Shane sat Rich down behind a grand piano. “But… dude…” Rich looked gravely worried. “Just hang tough. Don’t make any noise,” Shane whispered. Shane and Justin tiptoed past the sleeping muscle-boys. They went further up the hallway, the light becoming dimmer as they progressed. They passed another large room. Justin peered into a circular window in the door and saw dozens of teen muscle-studs asleep in cots. They were as buff and handsome as the boys in the other room were. Many of them had tight leather underwear covering the massive bulges in their crotches. “Damn,” Justin said. Shane looked in and saw the boys. He shrugged at Justin: what could this mean? The hallway ended with a towering pair of crimson curtains. As Shane reached to part them, his belt squealed and sparked. “Shit. Somethin’s there.” Behind the curtain was the freak-thing they’d fought outside! The beautiful boy face looked at the two muscle-gods with hateful eyes. Drool dribbled from his mouth and down its chin. Its crotch now held eight of those spike-covered cock-limbs. The beast growled. “Belt,” Shane said. He and Justin pulled themselves new notches of muscle power. The bolts were so huge and thundering. Shane felt monstrous waves of pure raw power battering his body. He’d never gotten such an incredible rush from the belt. “Holy fuck!” He looked at Justin, who had just buckled his belt, and was incredibly large. His guns were easily in the 70 to 80” range. Shane buckled his belt at the 14th notch and flexed his biceps. Thick bolts of lightning shot from the peak on the muscle. The anchor tattoo on his bicep glowed. Shane felt limitless power in his guns. He rushed the creature, which lashed out at him with its thorn-covered cock-limbs. Wise to the slashing power of the thorns, Shane dodged them, and grabbed the beast by the hair on its torso. The beast-boy-thing cried out in surprise. Shane lifted the beast over his head and threw it, hard, against the high ceiling. The thing’s body hit the ceiling with a sickening hollow thud and fell back down. Justin stepped in and punched the beast so hard it shot across the room and crashed through the wall. They heard a splash outside. Shane couldn’t remember seeing any water around the wooded estate. He rushed to the hole in the wall. His footsteps left cracks in the floor. When he looked out, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw a tropical paradise! Justin followed behind him. “Oh, man!” His jaw dropped at the sight before him… thick groves of palm trees, rolling hills of pure white sand, studded with tropical blossoms… a soft, gentle warm breeze… the scent of the ocean caressed their senses. It was sunset (or sunrise), which was crazy. Shane knew it was about 2 AM, but no later. They were high up, looking down on this lovely sight like the gods they were. Shane leaped out the window and slowly soared through the air. “Shit, I can fucking fly like a bird!” Shane glided down to the warm sandy shore. “C’mon Justin! It’s hella sweet down here!” Justin jumped and, like Shane, he glided with ease to the sand. He couldn’t believe what his eyes showed him. The air was so fragrant… so delicate with the scent of tropical flowers… the air was so warm and inviting and clean… “Damn, this is heaven!” “I don’t understand none of this shit, but I like it fine.” Shane unbuckled his belt so that he could walk better. He tossed the belt into the soft sand. He willed his muscles to contract, and he was relaxed just enough to move with grace. He flexed his biceps, which were 42” and peaked like a mountain. Justin didn’t touch his belt. He liked being so incredibly big. “Where did that thing go?” Justin looked around. He found a lagoon, nestled in a thatch of bamboo and palm trees. Some of the bamboo stalks were broken, and the sand around the lagoon was wet, splashed with water. The beast had obviously landed right there, but where was it now? “I don’t care bout that thing.” Shane looked at Justin. “If it shows up, I’ll kick its ass into fuckin outer space.” Shane stood before Justin and looked him over. His cock swelled with blood, and he had an erection as high as his nipples. “Damn, baby, you are hella fine. I wanna fuck you hard, right here on the beach.” “Right now? But what about Rich?” “What about him? I’m fuckin hot fer you, dude. I can’t believe how hella sexy you look—“ Justin pointed in the direction they’d just come from. The building was gone! The blue sea stretched out into the vast horizon. There were no signs of the world they’d just been in a moment ago. Shane was baffled. In his young life, he’d faced many things that didn’t make any sense (algebra, for example, or many parts of the California State driver’s examination), but this was beyond any explanation! Shane retrieved his belt from the sand and slung it over his shoulder. “This is fucked. But it’s nice.” “Let’s look around some more,” Justin said. They walked back to where they knew the building should have been… and kept walking forward. Instead of hitting the high stone walls of the place, they waded into the warm, clean waters of the sea. Justin felt the caress of the lapping tide at his ankles, and the sensation of the sand in his toes. And he saw the magnificent erection of his lover and fellow muscle-god, Shane… this could not be a dream! They walked along the shore, into the golden sun, which did not seem to rise or fall. It bathed the shore in a perfect golden light. Shane took Justin’s hand. Their lips met, and Shane gave his young lover a deep, passionate kiss. His hard cock pressed against Justin’s belly, then grew up to his pecs. “Do you really love me, Justin?” “Yes.” “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me. Right here.” Justin took off his belt and dropped it to the ground. “I want to fuck you this way.” His muscles were still incredibly massive and hard. “I can handle that.” Shane dropped his belt beside Justin’s. Justin faced him with a hard, pulsing cock. Streams of pre-cum drizzled from its head. Justin used that as lube. There was plenty of it, and it worked perfectly. Justin’s cock eased into Shane’s warm, tight ass. Shane groaned as his sphincter got a massive massage. Shane used his ass muscles to wrap tight around Justin’s cock. Justin grabbed Shane’s tiny waist and pumped his huge tool in and out, back and forth; sliding with a motion that gave them both incredible waves of pure pleasure. Justin was so excited he couldn’t stop pumping. He loved Shane Hardin so much, and he looked so beautiful and strong. He would have loved him without the muscle-belts. There was just something about him… Justin pumped harder and harder, his breath growing faster and louder. Shane grabbed against a palm tree and screamed with pleasure. Justin felt the freight-train rush from his balls, and his hot, sweet spunk blasted into Shane’s ass. Justin felt the most incredible orgasmic rush of his young life. He kept cumming and cumming up Shane’s ass. Spurts of spunk oozed out of Shane’s tight hole and splashed on the virgin white sands beneath their feet. Shane came all over paradise, without touching his cock. It was so hard, and his balls so full of spunk, that he had no control over them. His cum shots decorated the treetops. As Justin came back down to earth, he noticed something strange. The tropic landscape kept flicking on and off. For a fraction of a second, all around him got dark. It happened a few times, and the effect was like a strobe light in his face. “What the fuck?” Shane had obviously seen it, too. Then, suddenly, the tropical paradise disappeared. The temperature dropped, the air smelled smoggy, and they were out in a thicket of woods. The palm tree Shane had grasped was now a craggy oak. Once their eyes adjusted to the dark, Shane looked around. He saw the two muscle-belts on the ground. His belt dangled from a rusty line of barbed wire. He picked both belts up. “Here, dude, strap it on. Somethin weird’s up.” Shane powered himself up with the belt and looked around. With the belt tight around his waist, he could see perfectly clear in the tangled darkness. He saw someone – or something – moving in the distant shadows. Justin put on his belt and cranked it tight. He flexed his biceps. “Back to the place now?” “Yeah. I saw somethin movin real near us. I hope it ain’t that fuckin freak thing.” “I’m sick of dealing with him.” They crept forward cautiously, but no one showed themselves. They returned to the building. The hole they’d knocked in the wall was gone. “Aw, fuck,” Shane said. He leaped up and grabbed hold of a window ledge. It was child’s play for him to rip away the heavy iron grille that covered the window. Then he wrenched the glass and metal out of its frame and made an instant entrance to the place. “C’mon up, dude.” Justin leaped up. It was like flying. This was a wild thing to discover they could do! Justin followed Shane. They came across a telephone. Shane picked up the receiver and punched Kevin’s number on the keys. “Who you calling?” “Kev. He better get his ass out here!” The ringing of the phone irritated Kevin, who had been stroking off to a video of Steve Avery posing nude. He stopped the tape and answered the phone. “Yeah?” “Hey, dude, it’s me. Ihop!” “Shane? What the fuck…” “Ihop! You gotta come out here, dude!” “Where are you?” “Doctor Z’s place. This is some fucked-up – “ Then the line went completely dead. The dial tone droned in Kevin’s ears. Kevin made his hard-on settle down and zipped up his leather pants. He pulled on a tank top and strapped on the sailor’s belt. He ran out to his car, leaving his front door unlocked, and sped out into the night. (2 B continued 2morrow) /// From: Jason Jarman Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 8 Shane And His Muscle-Belt by Jason A. Jarman Chapter Eleven: Doctor Z’s Secret! “So nice to see you again,” Doctor Z’s voice boomed. “I do wish you’d called first. I see you’ve encountered my Adonis Corps… and you’ve had a skirmish with Herbie. He’s one of my finest creations.” “What the fuck is that thing?” Justin asked. “Herbie is a creation of your mind. I would love to see exactly what he looked like to you. It’s a home security device I invented. I won’t bore you with the details, but it involves a mild hallucinogen and carefully controlled air currents. It seems to have appeared quite real to you both.” “Why have that shit?” Shane said. “To keep people away. People who might be wondering what an old man does out here in the woods, in such a big old place.” “Well,” Justin said, “what about that beach behind your house? We were out there. I felt the water, the waves…” “That, dear boy, is Adonis Island. How you got there would require too much explanation. When there’s more time, later, I’ll try to explain it in logical terms. It’s no illusion, though… the island is quite real, and you were there, thousands of miles away…” As his voice reverberated from the overhead speakers, thick walls of steel silently slid down around the two muscle-gods. Shane didn’t notice them until they locked shut, flush with the floor. “What the fuck?” “Don’t be alarmed. I doubt these walls could contain you long, with the power you possess. But there is something I must tell you… something that extremely important. Something I should have told you from the first day I gave you the muscle-belt.” Shane interrupted. “Hey, uh, we brought that dude Rich here. That’s why we come. You said you wanted to talk with him…” The voice paused. “That is what I need to discuss so very urgently with you, before Saylor finds us. I regret to tell you that your friend may have met an untimely end. It was not planned, I assure you…” The Doctor’s fancy words baffled Shane. “Somethin happen to him?” “About three minutes before your last bout with Herbie,” the Doctor’s voice boomed, “Mr. Boyce encountered the leader of my Adonis Corps… a brute named Saylor, who has gotten a bit out of control. Saylor is the reason why you two are here. You must help me! He is going to ruin my life’s work.” “Who the fuck is Saylor?” Shane was getting angry. He could feel his muscles surging with strength. “I haven’t told you about him before. I thought it best to… well, how did you think I was able to move all those heavy supplies to the storefront? That bag with your belt, Mr. Hardin, weighed 800 pounds… Saylor has been my right-hand man for over 30 years. He was the original test subject for the muscle-belt. Hence the anchor design on the buckles, in honor of his name. He insisted upon that little touch…” Doctor Z continued. “He was a faithful servant, and, I might add, a superb sexual partner. But over the past few years, he’s gotten quite out of hand, and I’m afraid I’ve given him too much power. He’s forced me to continually upgrade his belt. He now has the most powerful belt of them all. It contains three times the power of yours, Mr. Hardin. It took over 30 years to harness all the power in his belt. Otherwise, I’d give you a belt with twice his power. But I wouldn’t live long enough to create and refine the atomic energy… “Saylor’s strength is too great for me to control any longer. As it is, I have to resort to tranquilizing drugs. And those, I must use in such high dosages… it’s quite expensive. And they’re less effective all the time. I urge you not to cross his path until I can provide the three of you with enough power to defeat him! I know you must be furious about Mr. Boyce. It was an accident, and I do regret it, but I fear Saylor has put your Mr. Boyce permanently out of commission…” Shane felt rage in his heart. “Fuck, dude, you didn’t have to kill him! We tole him we’d get things straight.” “It was not my doing! I’m trying to make this as clear as possible. Mr. Hardin, I regret it. My plans were to simply erase portions of his memory. Through hypnotism and careful use of lasers, it can be easily done. He could return to his everyday life, with no memory of seeing you at all. But something happened between Mr. Boyce and Saylor, and I’m afraid things took a turn for the worse.” Shane’s body surged with anger and raw power. “I’ll kill the fucker! Let me at him, dude!” “I warn you… his strength is greater than yours! We must plan an ambush… we must plan carefully!” “I got my plan right here!” Shane screamed as he tugged hard on his muscle-belt. Huge blinding bolts of pure power, thick and massive, coursed from the buckle, ricocheted off the thick steel walls, and engorged Shane’s arms and pecs. Shane roared as his muscles expanded beyond any conceivable size. He gunned the belt with one hand, and ripped back the thick steel with the other. In his anger, it felt like tearing a page out of a magazine. Justin stood back in complete awe, his cock rising to full, throbbing attention at this sight. “No! Mr. Hardin! Don’t! You will regret it…” Shane ignored the Doctor’s pleas. He stalked down the hall, his shoulders so wide they scraped the walls. “Saylor!” his deep voice boomed. “Where the fuck are you, Saylor?” Shane’s voice woke up the sleeping boys, and as they entered the hallway, they quickly backtracked. No one wanted to tangle with the muscle-monster that Shane had become! Shane reached the end of the hall. He entered the room where he’d last seen Rich. It was empty, save for one young man. He looked like he was 18 or 19. He stood at 6’3”, with sparkling brown eyes and olive skin, his hair cropped short, with long sideburns and a trimmed goatee. He wore a black satin tank top and black leather jeans. On the tank top was a golden anchor, swathed with ropes. His pierced nipples stood up firm and erect. The V-shape of his 70” chest leading down to his taut 20” waist was incredible. His veiny, massive arms were covered with tattoos… there were anchors on his guns, lightning bolts on his forearms and the phrase #1 MUSCLE BOY on one of his upper arms. The bulge in his crotch was enormous. Around his waist was a belt with a huge diamond-shaped buckle. It was a “sailor’s belt,” like Kevin’s, but more elaborate. The leather was six inches wide, and the buckle had incredible detail. It showed an anchor swathed with rope and chains, with a stormy seascape, clouds and streaks of lightning behind it. Saylor eyed Shane with empty contempt. “Who the fuck are you?” he said. “I’m the dude that’s gonna fuckin kick yer ass! I’m Shane Hardin!” “Oh, yeh. Doc tole me about you… the new golden boy…” Saylor sneered, and his belt buckle sparked and whined. “Doc didn’t tell me he gave you a muscle-belt. How many notches on yours?” “16.” “Mine has 25.” Shane studied his opponent’s belt. The notches, in double rows, went right up to the buckle. Saylor wore his belt at 11 notches. “You’re kinda big, dude. What, you’re only on 15 notches? You really think you can kick my ass? I have 14 fresh notches. That’s hella power, dude. You really think you can beat that?” “Why’d you hurt my buddy?” “Who?” “Rich. The guy I left in here.” Saylor sneered. “Oh, that skinny little shit-mouth. He started freakin out on me. Callin me names, tryin to smash my belt. Look, he scratched the buckle.” Saylor pointed to a small nick in the golden metal. “He went ballistic. I didn’t know who the fuck he was. Doc told me to deal with all intruders. You’re the only one he told me to lay off. You and the other two. I didn’t know he was with you.” “Did you kill him?” “I don’t know. I tossed him in the basement. He’s in a cell,” Saylor said. Justin entered the room. He saw Saylor and gasped. Justin stood beside Shane. He felt fear in his heart. Saylor smiled. “Well, well! Who’s this sweet little twink?” The bulge in Saylor’s crotch swelled. “Hi, honey! I got somethin right here fer you!” Saylor rubbed the leather bulge. “The doctor never tole me about you,” Shane said. Saylor’s eyes were on Justin. “He was saving me for a surprise. He calls me his ‘ultimate creation.’ You better believe it!” “Why?” Shane scoffed. Saylor turned and looked Shane dead in the eyes. “I’m way stronger than you’ll ever be.” “Prove it.” “OK, dude.” Saylor peeled off his tank top and his jeans. His muscles were high, hard and shiny, his smooth skin studded with thick blue veins. His belt buckle was ready for him. Thick shots of power blasted from the anchor on the buckle. Saylor breathed deep, clenched his teeth, and grabbed the leather on his muscle-belt. He flexed his free arm, making a massive gunshot, and yanked the leather hard. Blinding peals of lightning, accompanied by squealing and crackling, filled the room. Shane felt the aftershock of the bolts. Saylor concentrated and, in one fierce tug, pulled his muscle-belt six notches. “That’s 17, dude! One more than you’ll ever have!” Saylor buckled his belt and stood before Shane. He flexed his guns. His cock spurted pre-cum in Shane’s face. It tasted bitter and smelled foul. “Check out my guns! Measure ‘em! There’s a tape on the table there.” Justin unrolled a long measuring tape and wrapped it around Saylor’s flexed bicep. The flexed muscle stretched the tape at 79 inches. “Now measure yours.” Justin taped Shane’s guns. “71 inches…” “My guns are 8 inches bigger than yours! You better just give up!” “Fuck you!” Shane tried to tackle his foe with full force and strength. He just ricocheted off Saylor’s heaving pecs. Shane fell to the ground. He got up again. The buckle on his belt was charged. Shane rubbed it hard, and it forced thick waves of power into his muscles. Shane flexed his guns again. They were now 80 inches. “I got the muscle-power of 1,000 men!” “Big fuckin deal.” Saylor rubbed his buckle, and his guns bulged out to 90 inches of ripped, veiny muscle. “Give up.” “Fuck you!” Shane struck Saylor in the stomach with his hardest punch. The impact made the foundations of the floor shake. It didn’t even move Saylor. Shane’s fist hurt. He stepped back, reeling in pain. “I need another notch!” Shane pulled his muscle-belt harder than he’d ever done. A flood of titanic power exploded from the buckle. The tight leather crushed his tiny waist. Shane flexed his free arm, filling the peaked, throbbing, veiny muscle with size and power. He felt the lightning surge in his pecs and shoulders, filling his thighs and calves, wracking every fiber of his mighty young body. He pulled the belt past the last notch and, with great strength, pushed the buckle prongs through the leather to create a crude but functional 17th notch. “Now we’re even.” Shane buckled the belt, with a final blast of lightning. He flexed his guns. They were 90 inches now. During all this, Saylor hadn’t even budged. He didn’t look worried. Shane charged Saylor again, and his blows had much more power. The impact of one punch caused a window to shatter. With that punch, he pushed Saylor off his feet for a moment. Saylor fought back, sending a sharp blow to Shane’s gut. Another one smashed Shane’s jaw. Saylor’s strength was unbelievable. Shane was not giving up. He concentrated and summoned more power from his muscle-belt. Shane hammered Saylor’s pecs, face and torso with both his arms, pounding with all his might. Saylor just laughed. Then he grabbed Shane’s arms. He pulled them behind Shane’s back. “Slow down, junior.” Saylor’s grip hurt Shane. Shane struggled. “Let me go, you shit!” Saylor’s grip crushed into Shane’s muscular arms. “I’d watch who I called names around here, boy. You can’t break free. Give up.” Shane stopped fighting Saylor’s grip. He fumed with anger. Saylor looked Justin in the eyes. “Unless you do just what I say, I’m gonna rip this punk’s arms off.” Saylor tugged hard on Shane’s arms. Shane screamed with pain. Saylor smiled. “Then he’ll never be able to use his muscle-belt again.” “Y-yes…” “You address me as ‘sir’.” “Yes, sir.” Saylor grinned. “You’re smart. Now. If you wanna live, take his belt off, and then yours. Drop em on the floor an back off.” “Don’t you hurt him,” Shane said. His belt sent violent shots of power, making his pecs and guns flare with size. But it wasn’t enough to conquer Saylor’s strength. Saylor twisted Shane’s arms again, and Shane cried out. Shane’s body was slick with sweat, and he desperately tried to force his way out. Saylor’s relentless grip was like solid iron. “I’m sorry, Shane,” Justin said. He pried the buckle away and pulled out the leather. The heavy belt sparked and fell to the floor. Then Justin unbuckled his muscle-belt and let it drop. With the power of the muscle-belt gone, Shane felt defenseless in Saylor’s hard grip. He felt Saylor’s hard-on throbbing against the small of his back. “Yer hella sexy for a punk,” Saylor said. “I got half a mind to fuck yer brains out right here. But I’ll come for you later.” Saylor looked around, then called out. “Front and center, Control Squadron!” A group of muscular teenage boys, some of them naked, entered the room. Shane saw that two of them had lengths of rope. “What are you gonna do to me?” “My men are gonna tie you up. Then we’re gonna put you down below. When yer daddy gets here, maybe we’ll let you boys go. But you ain’t goin nowhere for now.” He handed the muscle-belts to another boy. “Take these to the Doc. If you try em on, I’ll fuckin break yer neck.” “Yes, sir,” the muscle boy replied. He slung the belts over his shoulder and left the room. Justin watched, near tears, as one of the boys bound Shane’s mighty arms with thick, coarse rope. Then he was blindfolded. Shane was led into another room. Saylor grabbed Justin by the hand and smiled. “You’re a sweet little twink. Even without that belt.” Saylor stroked his enormous engorged cock. “I’d tear yer cherry lil ass up with this tool of mine. I got half a notion to plow yer fields. To stick it in so deep you’d have my cum runnin outta yer ears.” Saylor kept stroking his cock. It was so huge… the thought of having it up his ass frightened Justin. His tears streaked down his face. “Aw, it’s cryin! We hurt its lil feelins!” Saylor laughed, and then the other boys laughed because they had to. “Here’s a sample of what you got cummin to ya later, punk.” Saylor pumped his cock. It was so long, hard and thick… the veins covering the shaft pulsed and throbbed. “I’m thinkin about yer tight cherry ass… about yer cries of pain… stickin this beef so deep down it comes out yer mouth… oh… oh YEAH…” Saylor’s first cum shot hit Justin in the chest. It hit with such force that it knocked him on the ground. Saylor’s cum kept shooting, in thick chunky globs, all over Justin. One shot hit Justin in the face. The cum smelled nasty and bitter. “OK,” Saylor said, shaking the rest of his spunk all over the room. “Give this poor fuck a towel. Then tie him up with the other punk.” One of the boys handed Justin a large towel. Justin could see sorrow in the boy’s eyes. Some of the others were laughing and grinning. Justin felt completely humiliated. He could see, though, that everyone in the room was clearly terrified of Saylor. And with good reason… (to be continued tomorrow...) // From: Jason Jarman Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 9 Shane And His Muscle-Belt by Jason A. Jarman Chapter Twelve: Prisoners of Paradise? Justin was bound and blindfolded. He was led out into the hallway, and down the corridor. He heard doors slide open. He was led into a small chamber. Someone pushed a button and the doors closed. Justin felt the chamber going downward. He was in an elevator. The chamber rattled and hummed and landed hard at its destination. Justin was led out. They walked down a damp, musty corridor. His guides stopped him after a few paces. He heard the jingle of keys. A heavy door creaked open. He was shoved inside and led backwards to a wall. “Move forward,” a voice said. Justin did as told and felt the shock of cold metal against his back. It was some kind of post. The cold was almost paralyzing. Then Justin heard Shane’s voice: “Pop the ropes, dude! Before it’s too late…” Justin concentrated, and with one forced move, he burst the rope around his wrist. Justin took wild swings at the air around him, making contact with one boy’s solar plexus. Another boy grabbed him and slammed him back against the pole. Justin struggled, but suddenly he felt cold metal around his wrists. He heard a sharp, loud click. He tried to move his arms, but they were handcuffed. “You can’t bust those,” one of the boys said. A wide belt was strapped around his waist and pulled tight against the metal post. The boys laughed as the belt was yanked tight. The belt was so tight it hurt. Three more belts were strapped around his torso and buckled tight to the metal. A thick belt was lashed around his neck and tightened against the metal. He wished the blindfold were off. He wanted to know where he was. “Shane?” “I’m right here, dude,” Shane’s voice replied. “I couldn’t get away, neither. But it was worth a try.” “I love you, Shane.” “Love you too, dude…” Justin felt a little better hearing the voice of his lover. Whatever was happening, at least they were together! “Tell me everything’s gonna be alright…” “I don’t know, Justin. This is some majorly fucked-up shit. We just gotta chill out and see what happens.” They were alone in the dark for a long time. Shane’s body ached, and he longed for his muscle-belt. Justin was worried, and fell silent. There was no point in even talking, for when they spoke, all they could talk about was getting away, and there was nothing they could do about it. It seemed like hours before the door opened again. It opened slowly, with great effort. They heard hard breathing and a heavy shuffling gait. “Who’s there?” Shane asked. There was no answer. “Who the fuck’s in here?” The shuffling feet came closer. Then they both heard the voice from the loudspeaker. Only it was in person, in this room with them. They heard its breathing… a regular wheeze… in-out-in-out… “I suppose, Mr. Hardin, that I should have warned you about Saylor from the start. I’ve been keeping him a secret from you. He has been my ace in the hole, as the saying goes.” “Fuck you. Let me go!” “I wish you had waited, and listened to me. We could have worked together, instead of things winding up this way. I couldn’t have you getting killed. Saylor is a killer. There’s no doubt about it. If it weren’t for the promise of the constant power boosts I give him, and for his total ignorance of higher learning, I’m quite sure he would kill me as well. He was on Death Row, in prison. The youngest inmate ever to be on Death Row. But he escaped, and fell into my influence. He was the first one to receive the perfected ‘Saylor’s belt,’ back in 1967. He is 50 years old.” “No way. He ain’t a day over 20.” Doctor Z’s garlic breath came close to Shane’s nostrils. “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. The belt retards the aging process.” “Retarded what?” “It gives the wearer permanent youth. You both have it. You will never age one day past the time you first tightened the belt. Isn’t that nice to know?” “I don’t know what the fuck to know,” Shane said. “Yer fuckin with my head…” “I want to make myself clear,” the Doctor said. “I… I desperately need your help. I haven’t been able to tell you this before. But this is the reason I chose you, Shane. You must help me with Saylor…” “Take off my blindfold, dude.” “I wouldn’t advise it.” The voice trembled. “I don’t care. I can’t help you like this.” “Oh, dear. I knew it would come to this…” The thick black cloth was pulled off Shane’s face. His eyes focused on a shriveled, gray figure. The man had stooped posture, and had only a few wisps of flat white hair on his head. He wore a pristine white lab coat, two sizes too large for him, and checked gray polyester slacks. “I’m not much to look at, I’m afraid…” “Now take his off.” Doctor Z removed Justin’s blindfold. “There! Now you’ve seen me. Your lives are in peril. Will you listen to me now?” “Let us loose,” Shane said. “After I tell you what I need to say. My dream, as I told you, has been to establish a paradise for young men such as yourselves… hard young muscle-gods free of all care, to spend an eternity in the company of their kind. I hoped to create an absolute Utopia, a paradise for my final days on earth and a paradise for the generations of muscle-gods to follow. Those boys you saw – the ones who captured you -- were recruits for Adonis Island. But all that’s in peril now!” “Why?” Justin asked. “It’s Saylor. He has different ideas. He wants to use the Corps for his own purposes… to establish destruction and anarchy across the nation! He has been after me to arm the boys with muscle-belts, so that he can train them to kill and destroy. It would be so easy for this power to get out of hand. That’s been my fear ever since I developed the muscle-belts. Young minds can be cruel ones… unaware of the impact of their actions.” The Doctor paused to make a brief glance in Shane’s direction. “Saylor has gone out on sprees before… there are stories that never made the newspapers. Stories of looting… mass rape… mass murders! They would have frightened America… sent the country into a terrible panic! I’m getting too old… I can’t control him anymore. It’s up to you!” “To me?” Shane asked. “To the three of you, including Mr. Thorson. You must defeat Saylor, by any means possible. His strength is so incredible… and he has no conscience… no…” The Doctor paused. Tears welled in his eyes. He looked at Shane with a pitiful expression. “I’ve done terrible things. Terrible! I’m aware of it. But he… he has done, and will do, things so horrible I can’t even describe them! The three of you, working together, are stronger than Saylor. You alone can defeat him, and remove his belt. His power shall become yours, Shane Hardin. Ultimate power… my masterpiece of genetic engineering… will be in your hands. And you will use it, perhaps, for selfish reasons, but you are good-natured and a sweet boy. I feel I can trust you with this great power. Do you want that power?” “Hell, yeah,” Shane said. “Well, then, let that be reason enough to defeat him.” “I’m achin to kick that sucker’s sorry ass!” Shane got an erection, thinking of all the power he would soon have. “But I can’t do shit this way. I need to be hella strong!” “If you can wait a bit, I can return the belt to you.” “How long?” “It could be a week. I hope it to be sooner. Saylor was foolish enough to have the belts brought to me for safekeeping. They’re being power-charged in the atomic chamber as we speak. I’m giving them the maximum power booster. I am in the midst of perfecting a special power adapter on your buckle. If my theory is right, it should help matters immensely.” “What is it?” “A device to funnel power from Saylor’s buckle to yours. If my calculations are correct, you may be able to drain his belt of enough power to defeat him. His power would automatically become yours…” “Holy shit.” Shane’s erection grew larger. “My goodness,” Doctor Z said. He stared at Shane’s massive hard-on. “You wanna touch it, Doc?” “Er… some other time.” “Please pump it, dude. I’m so hard it hurts!” “If you insist…” With feigned distaste, Doctor Z grasped Shane’s raging woody with both hands. He ran his wrinkled hands up and down the shaft. “Tell me about all that power again, Doc…” “You shall be the strongest young man in all of history. Your muscles will burst with unimaginable size and power. Men will fear and desire you. Anyone, man or woman, shall lust for your physical beauty and unsurpassable might. Your biceps may well measure 150” or more. No man or machine, known or unknown, shall be able to defeat you, when you strap on my ultimate muscle-belt and pull it tight around your waist…” Shane groaned, and a thick jet of his hot cum shot up to the ceiling. The Doctor moved out of the way just in time to avoid a spunk-bath. Shane’s cock kept pumping out thick spurts of fragrant cum. “Oh, man, I needed that. Thanks, dude.” Shane looked at Doctor Z, who had a noticeable rise in his slacks. “You musta got a kick out of it, yerself…” “Er… well. As I was saying. We… we have so little time, and I… I have no proof that the, er, the device will work properly. But I have the chargers on overdrive, so there will be some increase, at least. We must wait until I can drug Saylor…” “What about Kevin?” Justin asked. “Oh, dear. I wish I could have spoken with him. We must warn him to play along, to not make waves. Even his belt is no match for Saylor’s strength. If he can win Saylor’s confidence, we may find ourselves at an advantage. But you must wait in here. I’m sorry you are tied up, but I don’t think Saylor will do anything to you… yet.” The Doctor made his way for the door. He removed a key on a chain, and locked the door behind him. “Shane, what will we do?” Justin said. “Just wait. Damn… I feel so fuckin helpless now.” “Me too. But we’ll make it happen. Don’t worry. Soon as Kev gets here…” An hour or so later, the door opened again. Kevin was led in by a group of Adonis Corps members. He looked disgusted. His sailor’s belt was gone, his clothes were torn off, and he had a black eye. “What the fuck have we gotten our sorry asses into?” Kevin said, as the boys bound him to a steel post. “What the fuck… Jesus, you don’t have to make those so tight.” They tied him tight around the post with belts and rope. Kevin struggled against the belts, and managed to partially split one of them open. The boys had to work hard to get Kevin’s arms behind the post. His body was still full of muscle-belt strength. It took eight boys to pin his arms back and handcuff them. “So you met Saylor,” Justin said. Kevin strained against the metal cuffs. He managed to rip the torn belt completely in two, but the cuffs were too strong for him to break. “You gonna behave, dude?” One of the Adonis Corps boys stood before him. “’Cause we can make it worse for ya.” “I’ll behave,” Kevin said, his voice brimming with contempt. “Don’t wet your diapers worrying about it.” The boy scoffed, and Kevin shot him a look that made him step back a few feet. “OK, dude, you just chill…” The boy turned back to stare at Kevin before leaving the room and locking the door behind him. “The nerve of that teenage asshole… no respect around here for anyone…” “That Saylor dude sure had a lotta respect for me,” Shane grumbled. “Who the fuck is he? Why the fuck didn’t the doctor tell us about him?” Justin and Shane filled Kevin in on Saylor’s story. The more Kevin heard, the angrier he got. “I can’t believe he kept this fucker a secret! He should have told us right from the start. Well, if the doctor isn’t shitting us about giving the belts back, we can work together and kill that bastard! Try to get out of your binds! Your muscles are still huge. They must be full of strength.” “How?” “Take a deep breath. Expand your chest and rib cage. You might have enough power left to break those belts.” “OK, Kev.” Shane strained, concentrated, and inflated his rib cage. His pecs were still enormous, and although he felt great pain, he could also feel the leather giving way. Shane was nearly blue in the face by the time his chest popped the buckles off of every belt that held him prisoner. One of the buckles narrowly missed hitting Kevin’s head. “Whoa! Watch it!” Shane laughed. “Well, that was easy.” “Now try the cuffs. Pull your wrists away from each other, in a straight line.” Shane tried, and he could feel the metal strain, but the pain was too great. “Ow! Fuck!” “I know it hurts, Shane, but you’ve got to keep trying…” “OK…” Shane gritted his teeth and tried again to break the metal. He could hear it bending, but the pain overwhelmed him. It was too strong for him. “Shit. I can’t do it, dude.” “Rest for a little bit. We’ll try it again…” The door flung open. It was Saylor, wearing a white tank top, a super-tight pair of black leather jeans and his belt. In his hands was a shiny black leather whip. “OK, boys, it’s time to earn your keep! Let’s see how strong you really are!” Doctor Z trailed behind him, concern creasing his brow. “Saylor, I implore you! Do not do this…” “Shuddup!” Saylor shoved the Doctor aside. “We got some maintenance work needs doin. Ain’t that right, Doc?” “No, it’s not necessary to…” “Shuddup!” Again, the trembling Doctor was shoved aside. “C’mon in, boys. If these jerks try somethin, let ‘em have it!” A dozen of the Adonis Corps’ finest, also clad in tight black leather jeans, entered the room. “Hey, this one broke all his belts! An’ he almost popped his cuffs.” Saylor fingered Shane’s scruffy beard. “Well, looks like yer plenty strong. We’ll work you the hardest!” “What the fuck do you want, asshole?” Shane said, a defiant sneer on his face. “We’re goin’ outside. You’ll see then.” Saylor offered a sneer that faded Shane’s. The three were marched out of the room. Six of the dozen boys stayed in the hallway. Saylor followed. Doctor Z tagged behind him. “I really don’t see the purpose of this exercise, Saylor. Aside from torturing these poor boys, I can’t…” “You got the picture, doc. You got the picture.” Saylor smiled. They were led outside, into a large, walled patio area that constituted the back yard of the estate. It was in disrepair, with weeds growing up through the cracks in the stone and cement. Over in a corner was a large, moldering pile of large stone slabs. “Over there,” Saylor said. “That should keep you busy for awhile.” “What do you want?” Kevin said. “Well, I thought you could help the boys here. We got to lift up them stones, move em across the patio, clean up the area where the stones were, then put the stones back. There might be some dirt under where all them big heavy slabs was. It’s real important work.” “Those fuckers are huge! They must weigh a ton apiece!” Shane said. “Yeah, they’re heavy. But you’re such a fuckin muscle stud, I figger you oughta be able to clear ‘em out in no time. That is, if yer strong enough.” Saylor gestured to one of the boys, and he entered a shed and returned with six muscle-belts. “OK, cadets, strap ‘em on, but no funny business! This is for work only.” The four Adonis Corps members put the muscle-belts around their waists and pulled them tight. “No more ‘n six notches, unless you need ‘em!” Saylor shouted. All the boys went for the maximum, of course. Shots of lightning resounded in the courtyard, along with the screams of excitement and arousal from the boys pulling the belts tight. “Oh, fuck!” one of the boys said, as he flexed his newfound muscles. Bolts of power flashed as his biceps peaked at 50 inches. A huge rise tented out in the crotch of his leather jeans. “Yeh, yeh, look at Mr. Universe. Now get to work!” Saylor cracked his whip and the muscle boys did as told. Shane watched as the Adonis Corps boys effortlessly lifted the massive stone slabs over their heads. He could almost feel it as the belts shot bolts of extra power into the boys’ hard bodies. The boy with the 50-inch guns hoisted two huge boulders over his head, one in each hand. The zipper of his jeans burst open and his thick, throbbing cock bulged out. “OK, you jerks. Get in there and start liftin.” “But we need muscle-belts, too, to do that shit…” “You don’t get ‘em. Now get in there.” Saylor lashed Shane’s pecs with his stinging whip. Shane looked into Saylor’s eyes with sheer hatred. Saylor smacked his palms with the handle of his whip. He knew what would happen if they didn’t do as he commanded. Shane was strong enough to lift a 500-pound rock over his head, and for an hour he could keep up with the Adonis Corp boys. With each major exertion, he felt weaker. Soon he could barely drag a 100-pound stone. He so desperately needed a power shot from a muscle-belt… Justin was the next to feel the sting of Saylor’s whip. He and Kevin strained themselves to move a slab one half the size of the ones the Adonis Corps boys were moving. They still had a residue of strength in their bodies, but this work depleted it quickly. Justin began to weaken. “Git yer ass in line!” Saylor cried. He beat Justin’s back with the whip, leaving red slashes on his skin. “You leave him alone!” Shane said. Saylor’s whip slapped at his stomach. “Shut yer trap an get t work!” He turned to Justin and Kevin. “You, too! Get to it!” The whip again lashed out. Shane dropped the stone slab onto the growing pile. Then he saw that one of the Adonis boys (the one whose cock had popped the zipper) was goofing off. He had unbuckled his muscle-belt, and tossed it on the ground, near Shane’s feet. The boy stood watching another Adonis make muscle poses. As he watched, he pumped his hard, red cock, facing away from Shane. The belt’s buckle sparked. Shane knew it was loaded with power. Shane grabbed the belt off the ground and strapped it around his waist. A flood of power rushed through his body. “Oh, yeah!” Shane groaned. He laced the leather through the buckle and pulled with all his might. Savage jagged bolts of power exploded from the buckle and throttled Shane’s body. The masturbating boy didn’t even notice. Someone else did. “Hey!” Saylor shouted. “Fuck you!” Shane replied. He kept pulling, yanking the leather hard and tight, filling his body with the magic strength, and flooding his bulging, veiny guns with power. He cranked the leather six inches past the last notch. He shoved the buckle tongue through the leather to make a crude notch. Shane groaned with pleasure as his cock spouted cum like volcanic lava. He flexed his hard, shiny 75-inch guns. “Try an take this belt away, you Nazi shit for brains!” “I’ll beat it off yer sorry ass!” Saylor whipped Shane hard, with full blows that should have slashed his skin. Shane didn’t feel the stings at all. They were annoying, like a buzzing fly might be, but that was it. Saylor beat Shane harder. Shane just flexed his guns and looked with defiant eyes at his tormentor. Shane marched towards Saylor, hatred in his eyes, and rubbed the buckle of the belt to fill his body with even more power. “I need me some more of this shit!” Shane unbuckled the belt and pulled the leather even tighter, with savage yanks on the straining black strap. His tug and grip began to rip the leather. His pecs ballooned up to his nose. Shane ripped the end off the leather strap. He moved his hand and gripped the leather right next to the buckle. He couldn’t stop pulling the muscle-belt tighter and tighter, feeling the thunder flow through his veins. Shane crushed his waist, pulling down to 8 inches on the belt. He buckled the belt. One of the Adonis boys moved in front of him. He had broken regulations and pulled his muscle-belt to the last notch. “OK, dude, you b-better take off that belt…” The boy made as menacing a most-muscular pose as he could manage. “Take off yer belt? Sure, dude!” Before the boy could react, Shane reached down, unbuckled his belt, and strapped it on his own waist. “Oh fuck!” Shane cried out, as even more muscle-belt power throttled his glistening body. The courtyard glowed with a billion bolts of lightning. Shane’s cock bulged up past the top of his head and sprayed cum all over everyone and everything. Shane buckled this second belt right above the first one, at 11 inches. “Fucker! Nazi! Whip me with yer little toy again! It turns my ass ON!” He stood in front of Saylor, his cum flying up into the face of his foe. Saylor sighed. “How fuckin stupid can one jerk be?” Saylor pulled his sailor’s belt to its last notch. With no effort, he summoned up a maelstrom of power. He stood before Shane, his massive arms akimbo, his rock-hard cock standing up high. “Now. Take off them belts, or I’ll kick yer ass into next fuckin year!” “Fuck you, you shit-eatin bully! You can’t make me do shit!” Shane’s body enlarged with his anger. “I’m the number one muscle boy! You shouldn’t even have a muscle-belt! You don’t deserve it!” Saylor’s response was to lift Shane's 500 pounds, with an index finger, over his head. He tossed Shane up in the air, and caught him with an outspread palm. Shane swung at Saylor with both his mighty arms, and landed some hard blows to his face and chest. Saylor yawned at then threw Shane – hard – across the courtyard. Shane landed on the pile of rocks. “Get up, Shane!” Justin said. “Kick his ass!” “Pull your belts tighter!” Kevin cried. “They can’t get any tighter,” Shane said. He leaped up in the air with an enormous spring from the muscle power in his calves. He landed on Saylor and pounded him hard with both fists. He used his cock as a whip, and smacked Saylor over and over in his face. Jets of Shane’s cum splattered in his eyes and clogged his nostrils. Saylor coughed and swallowed the cum. While he did this, Shane picked up a huge boulder and leaped up high in the air. He smashed the slab hard on Saylor’s head. Saylor fell to the ground. Shane grabbed another boulder and hammered him again. “Fuck! That hurt! Now yer gonna eat shit an die, jerk!” Saylor knocked Shane hard in the chin, sending him hurtling hard against the wall. Shane knocked a hole in the wall. He lay in the rubble, dazed and winded. Saylor grabbed Shane by the neck and held him in the air. He approached Justin. “Hi, twink. You got ten seconds to strip them belts offa fuckhole’s waist, or he’s gonna die, an then yer gonna die. I mean business.” “Do it!” Shane gasped. Saylor was slowly crushing his windpipes. He couldn’t break Saylor’s iron grip. Justin reluctantly unbuckled Shane’s belts. He dropped them on the ground. He was tempted to grab them and strap them on himself, but if Shane couldn’t defeat Saylor, who could? Saylor picked up the belts and threw them over the wall. “Take em back to their cell. I’m sick of lookin at em.” His Adonis Corps minions grabbed our three heroes. “Except for this one,” Saylor said, pointing at Justin. “I need me some target practice.” One of the Adonis Corps boys laughed. They led Shane and Kevin away. “Shane!” Justin cried out. “The rest of you, clear out! I want me some privacy…” Saylor smiled a wicked leering smile at Justin. “You just get away. Don’t touch me!” Justin still had 20” guns, and he was ready to defend himself… or to try, at least. “You know how pretty you are? I could get to really like a sweet lookin young thing like you. You remind me of this dude named Russell I knew when I was in jail. We used to fuck in the chapel. The pastor was blind.” Saylor laughed. “He had a sweet face just like you.” “Well, why don’t you go back to him?” Justin said with disgust. “’Cuz he has to be 50 years old now. He ain’t no angel no more. Not like you.” “How old are you?” “Shit, I dunno. I stopped gettin older when I hooked up with the Doc.” “Why are you so mean to us?” Justin said, with anger in his face. “And why don’t you just leave us alone?” “Cuz,” Saylor said, “I been top stud around this place for a long, long time. It was only me for a long time, an I want it to stay that way! If the Doc don’t stop givin out the muscle-belts, I’m gonna hafta kick his ass into the graveyard.” As they talked, Justin slowly backed up towards the hole in the courtyard wall. If he could just get through the wall and find those belts, he could somehow bring some help to Shane and Kevin. And Doctor Z… “Wh-what were you in jail for?” Justin asked. “I killed a family. There was, let’s see, five of ‘em. They was asking for it.” “What did they do for you to kill them?” “They got in my way.” Justin was within inches of the hole. “H-how did they do that?” “I see what yer tryin to do, twink. Give it up.” Saylor grabbed Justin and held him up with one mighty hand. Justin looked at the hole, and saw the two belts sprawled in the debris, only a few feet away. Saylor looked Justin right in the eyes. “Well, you get an ‘A’ fer effort, you pretty little shit. I thought you was gettin to like me a little.” “I could never, ever like you,” Justin said. “Not after what you’ve done to Shane.” “So, yer sweet on that jerk? I shoulda figured. Well, does he have him a set o’ guns like mine?” Saylor flexed one of his 100” biceps. Justin’s cock got hard from the sight of it, despite himself. “An check out my set of wheels.” Through the skintight black leather, Saylor flexed his enormous, rippled thighs and his sharp, engorged diamond-shaped calves. Justin could see every striation, and every vein, in sharp detail. Saylor unzipped his pants and let his cock spring out. “An you ain’t gonna find a bigger cock anywhere in the universe. I’m hella better than that pitiful fuckwad!” “Your body is better,” Justin said, “but the rest of you makes me sick to my stomach. You’re mean and a bully and you’re a killer. You can go to hell for all I care!" Saylor stroked his red, throbbing cock. “Tell me some more, baby doll. I like it when you talk that way to me.” “You’re the fucking scum of the earth. I hate you! Put me down! I can’t stand to know that you’re touching me! Touching me with those filthy hands. Hands that have killed and raped and hurt and…” Saylor groaned, and his thick spurts of cum splattered all over Justin. Saylor moved Justin’s body around so that every shot of cum would hit him hard in his face or chest. Justin gagged on Saylor’s foul-tasting sperm. Saylor stopped cumming and dropped Justin on the ground. “That’s all yer good for,” Saylor said. “Target practice.” He walked away and left Justin alone, covered with spunk and dirt, coughing up Saylor’s bitter seed, retching onto the cement. Justin lay on the ground, tears falling from his eyes, feeling trapped, wishing that some kind of providence would rescue him from this horrible fate. After awhile, two Adonis Corps boys came out and helped Justin up. “Sorry, dude,” one of them said. “That asshole is gonna get his someday.” “Yeh,” the other boy said. “We hate his fuckin guts. Everyone is just waitin for the day when he bites the dust.” “Well, you can tell them that day is coming really really soon.” Justin coughed. “C’mon, dude, we’ll get you washed off. He’s gone out for awhile.” “Thanks,” Justin said. “I’m glad that you guys are nice.” “Dude, we ain’t all like him,” the first boy said. He smiled at Justin, and his smile made Justin feel a little bit better. Justin was able to take a shower, get dried off, and then he was led back to his cell. Shane was conscious. “Hey, dude. You OK?” “Shane! It was awful. He jacked off all over me -- again. And he propositioned me.” “You didn’t go for it, did you?” Justin scoffed. “Never! But I could barely keep him off. He’s going to rape me… I can just tell.” “That shit-eatin bastard. I’ll kick his sorry ass!” “With what?” Justin asked. “We’ve all used up our power.” “Not me,” Shane said. He flexed out his chest and broke the belts that had bound him. “Try to break your cuffs!” Kevin cried. “Hell, yeh. I feel hella full of power from them belts I kiped.” Shane struggled to break the cuffs. He concentrated, and rivulets of sweat dripped from his brow. Veins stood out like electric cables on his arms and pecs. The cuffs wouldn’t break. Shane’s strength fell just short of snapping them. Without the power of the belt around his waist, he couldn’t sustain his strength. “Damn. Well, least I got them belts off again. That’s gonna piss them off, ainit?” Shane’s cock was fully erect again… 18 inches of massive, veiny magnificence. “I’m hella horny. Wish one o you dudes could suck some cock from where you are…” Shane concentrated on his cock, which grew harder and redder. It bulged out to 20 inches of throbbing steel. As Shane focused on his cock, it kept growing, and he was jolted wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. “Oh, fuck!” Shane kept focused on an image of his cock spurting cum like a wild volcano. His cock grew out to 24 inches, and began to throb hard, harder, harder… “Holy shit!” Shane groaned and moaned. And, without a hand (or mouth) on his cock, Shane shot hard bursts of his magic spunk all over the ceiling to the room. A few blasts hit Kevin in the face, and he caught the last few in his throat. Kevin felt a surge of strength in his body, but it wasn’t enough for him to break his bonds. “Oh, dude! You should try that sometime. That was hella awesome!” Shane gasped for breath. “You are one amazing boy, Shane!” Kevin grinned and tried to lick the remaining jets of Shane’s cum off his face. “Yeh, I know it. Just wait ‘til we get them belts back…” “Yeah, if we can just hold out ‘til then…” (the conclusion arrives tomorrow! Be there!) ________________________________________________________________________ From: Jason Jarman Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Pt 10 Shane And His Muscle-Belt by Jason A. Jarman Chapter Thirteen: End Of An Error The hours slowly passed. The three prisoners talked, but there ultimately wasn’t much to chitchat about -- just the subject of Saylor, and about making sure that this day would be the last one of his life. They fell silent, and Kevin dozed off. It got dark. They heard the sounds of crickets. It was a humid summer night. The air was still. Then the door opened. It was Saylor. He was naked, except for his sailor’s belt. The buckle illuminated the room with its bolts of wild power. Saylor’s cock was hard and huge. It throbbed and snaked up to his throat. He walked up to Shane. “Hey, baby! ‘Member me?” Saylor’s voice was slurred. His breath reeked of booze. “How could I forget you?” Shane said with sarcasm. “Y’know what? You turned me on hella hard ‘safternoon. Yer one hellacious muscle stud when yer yankin on that belt. You got me all hard right now. See this?” Saylor fingered his raging erection. “Do I have to?” “How’d you like this up yer ass?” Shane scowled. “No way, dude.” “Way, dude.” Saylor laughed and spit in his palms. He rubbed them together. He lubed up his cock, along with the torrents of pre-cum that oozed from its head. “Leave him alone!” Justin cried. “Oh, yer next, by the way. Yer dessert!” Saylor laughed and poked his cock in Justin’s face. Saylor turned back to Shane. “Okay, dude, yer gonna ride the rod tonight!” Saylor stroked his enormous cock. “Baby, yer so hella hot! You got the fuckin cutest face I ever did see! I love yer eyes. They’re hella sexy! Yer gonna love getting my works up yer tight butt!” “How you gonna get to my ass? My arms are cuffed to the pole.” “Huh.” Saylor weaved slightly as he surveyed the situation. “Hey! What happened to your belts?” “I broke ‘em,” Shane said. “Well, this makes it hella easy,” Saylor said. He lifted Shane up by his legs, and pressed Shane’s thighs against his chest. Shane’s tight ass was ready for the taking. “Don’t you dare, asshole,” Shane said. Saylor smiled. “Go on, call me names. It just turns me on.” Saylor stroked his cock and it rose up hard and high at 35 inches. “See? What other names you got for me?” Before Shane could speak another word, Saylor’s thick cock was in his ass. Saylor’s entry was brutal, and Shane screamed with pain. “Aw, it’s nice an tight. Yer gonna have cum comin outta yer ears when ol’ Saylor’s through…” “Hey, fucker!” Kevin said. “How’d you like to eat my shit?” “Yer gonna be the first one I kill. Suck on that.” Saylor pumped his groin, and slithered his cock deep inside Shane’s ass. His thrusts slammed Shane against the metal pole, over and over. Shane tried again to break his handcuffs, but all the strength he’d had was gone. Saylor began to groan with pleasure. “Oh, yeah! Dude, yer hella tight! Jus the way ol’ Saylor likes it!” Shane screamed with pain. “Aw, does it hurt?” Saylor asked. Shane screamed again. “Well, good!” Saylor pumped harder, ignoring Shane’s cries of agony. “I’m gonna kill you!” Kevin cried out. “You fucking bully! I hate you!” Justin said through his tears. When Saylor was done, his still-hard cock slid out of Shane’s ass. Shane’s body was covered in sticky, smelly cum. Shane had passed out during the fucking. Saylor dropped his feet, and his body slumped forward. Only the cuffs kept him from falling on his face. Saylor approached Justin. “Well, baby, looks like yer my dessert!” “Never!” “What could you possibly do about it?” Justin pissed in Saylor’s face. His hard, hot stream of urine burned Saylor’s eyes and filled his mouth. Saylor coughed. “Nobody pisses in my face!” Saylor struck Justin hard in the chin. Justin pissed even harder in Saylor’s face. “OK, asshole, I’ll make ya wait! Yer gonna get just what your buddy got… only worse. I’ll be back.” Saylor stumbled out of the room. He didn’t bother to lock the door behind him. “You just saved your life,” Kevin said to Justin. “Shane… Shane, are you OK? Speak to me!” “Huh…” “Shane,” Justin cried out. “Please hang in there. I’m sorry that happened to you. We’ve got to all hang in there, so we can kill that Nazi asshole!” “Mmm,” Shane said, barely there. Shane came to a day later. In the time he’d been passed out, no one had come in the room. The threat of Saylor’s return hung in the dank air. The room was cold and damp. “Ohhhhh,” Shane groaned. “My ass is killin me.” “Shane!” Justin cried. “You’re still alive!” “We were worried,” Kevin said. “Yeh, I’m still here. I dunno if I could take another thrashin like that again…” “When we get our belts back, we won’t have to worry anymore,” Kevin said. “If we get our fuckin belts back. Where the fuck is the Doc?” “We just have to wait, that’s all…” A large ring of keys dropped outside the door. A voice muttered, and the jangle of keys was lifted up. Then the door creaked open. It was Doctor Z. “Oh. I see it was unlocked…” The Doctor grunted and dragged something behind him. “Finally,” Kevin said. “Where have you been?” Shane said. “Shhhh,” Doctor Z said. He pulled the satchel in the chamber and locked the door behind him. He further bolted the door with a solid steel crossbar. He tugged at the satchel. “Oh, my, it’s heavy. I don’t know quite what happened in here, but Saylor has been in a bad mood for the last day. I’m very fortunate that he’s chosen to go into town with some of the boys. I expect there will be dreadful headlines in the newspaper tomorrow morning. Would one of you help me with this bag?” “If you’ll let me go,” Shane said with a hoarse voice. “Oh, yes…” The Doctor dragged the bag as far as he could, then paused to gasp for breath. “Take off these cuffs so I can get my belt!” The doctor composed himself and approached Shane. He pulled out a massive keyring and fumbled with the keys. “Oh, dear, which one could it be...” Someone pounded on the door. “Hey!” It was Saylor’s voice. “Doc, you in there?” “Oh, dear. I’m busy right now, Saylor! What is it?” “Nuthin. I thought I’d stick around after all. Is that Shane piece of shit still alive?” “Yeah, I’m still alive. No thanks to you,” Shane called out. “Let me in, Doc. I need to kick that shitface’s ass.” “I’ll be done in just a moment. I’m running some important tests.” In a whisper, Doctor Z added, “We really must get this belt around your waist right now.” Shane was frantic. “C’mon, dude, hurry!” “Oh, dear. I don’t have the key…” Justin thrust himself forward. His cuffs fell off. “Holy shit!” Justin didn’t realize it, but his kindly captors, accidentally on purpose, “forgot” to lock his handcuffs. With his arms free, he unbuckled his belts and leaped out to help. “Give me that belt, Doctor!” “Hey!” Saylor began to pound harder on the door. The Doctor fumbled with the bag. He zipped it open and, with much effort, uncoiled Shane’s belt. The buckle sparked furiously. Attached to the center of the buckle was a pyramid-shaped device made of heavy copper wire. There were computer chips and battery-like tubes inside the pyramid. It was crudely welded on the buckle. “You received a 15% power upgrade. That, and the power funnel. It was the best I could do.” “Strap the fuckin belt on me!” Justin slid the leather around Shane’s waist. It cinched tightly around Shane, as if it were alive. Justin pushed the notched leather strap through the underside of the buckle. The buckle fired furious bolts of power in the air. Some of them went straight into Shane’s biceps. His guns bulged out to five times their former size, clustered with thick veins and striated mounds of muscle. These were the strongest bolts of muscle power Shane had ever felt. “Oh, fuck! That feels fuckin GREAT!” Saylor began to slam against the door. “Let me the FUCK in!” The steel bar began to creak and bend. “Pull the belt!” Shane cried. Justin pulled with all his might. The buckle shot out power bolts, but they weren’t enough to do the trick. He panted with exertion. “Keep pulling!” The slamming got harder. The steel curled under Saylor’s strength. Adrenaline rushed through Justin’s body, and he had a sudden flash of strength. He yanked the belt two notches tight. Shane’s body was flooded with berserk blasts of muscle-morphing power. He screamed, and snapped the handcuffs. “Get a belt on Kev!” Shane’s body bucked and jerked with the intense overload of belt-power. He spurted cum as he yanked the shiny leather tighter and tighter. He pulled the belt to the eighth notch. The door began to split in two. “I’m gonna kick yer sorry ass in there!” Kevin was next. Justin hastily buckled his belt on, and cranked it three notches tight. Kevin popped his handcuffs, grabbed the leather, and pulled his belt to its last notch. Furious bolts of power filled the room. “Shane, pull to the last fuckin notch! Justin, get your belt!” “Point away from Kevin, Mr. Hardin!” the Doctor cried. “Huh?” Shane looked down and saw that bolts of power were siphoning from Kevin’s buckle and soaring into his. Shane groaned and his muscles bloated. “Shit, I ain’t even pullin!” “Turn towards the door…” Shane turned away from Kevin. He screamed as his mighty arm pulled the leather tighter and tighter around his crushing waist. As Shane reached the 12th notch of his belt, Saylor broke down the door. His first sight was of Kevin and Shane, flexing their monstrous morphed guns, with thick bolts of power coursing from their muscle-belts. Justin barely had time to pull his muscle-belt out of the bag. It sparked in his hands. As he laced it around its waist, it drew itself in tight, like Shane’s had. A blinding burst of power wracked Justin’s body. Justin pulled his belt to its 9th notch with one hard yank. “Listen, fucker,” Shane said. “You ain’t touchin my ass ever again!” “Yeah,” Kevin said. “You raped Shane, and you got to pay the price…” “As if. You creampuffs can’t hurt me.” Saylor flexed his massive biceps. He rubbed the buckle of his belt. “Not a chance when I got this belt.” Shane scoffed. “Yeah, yer big fuckin fancy belt. Why don’cha show us how hella mighty you are?” “Just remember, fuck, you asked for it.” Saylor rubbed the buckle of his belt. Bolts of power boomed out of them. Shane made a super-hot abs and thighs pose as the power siphon did its work. Thick strands of lightning shot from Saylor’s buckle and flooded into the funnel on Shane’s belt. “HOLY FUCK!” Shane screamed as his body bulged out. He switched to a double-guns pose. His biceps bulged out higher and harder than he could have imagined in his wildest fantasies. They were so big they hurt. “What the fuck?” Saylor cried. He looked at his own body. His arms were shrinking in size. His pecs deflated, and his mighty wheels flattened out. “Looks like you need another notch, dude.” Shane smirked. “Yeh, I’ll show you!” Saylor grabbed the leather and yanked his belt tight. Every bolt from his buckle traveled into Shane’s. Shane flexed his 120” guns as wave after wave of power flooded his system. “Keep on pullin, big boy! I can take all you can give!” Shane’s voice roared like thunder. Kevin and Justin stood watching in shock. What they saw defied sanity. Shane was so huge, so bloated with ballooning layers of muscle, yet it was all so defined, so beautiful… “It’s working SPLENDIDLY!” the Doctor said. He clapped his hands. “Saylor, it’s about time you were taken down a notch. Several notches… quite literally!” “What the fuck?” “You’ve become quite evil, Saylor. In fact, you have always been a black-hearted beast… with terrible table manners. I’ve endured it because I was afraid of you. But now I have my own muscle-gods to protect me. Together, their power far exceeds yours. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but…” “Fuck you, you old bag! Wait’ll I get my muscles back…” Saylor kept yanking his belt tighter and tighter. The more he pulled, the weaker he felt. He felt terrified as he watched Shane, his 145” guns flexed high, his body getting fuller with power… “That’s enough, you walkin piece of shit! Let’s see who’s stronger now…” Shane flexed his bicep in Saylor’s face. The throbbing muscle peak was covered with a constellation of shiny blue veins. Saylor dropped the leather of his belt. His own biceps were scarcely 15 inches now. His once-tight stomach was now pot-bellied and anemic. His formerly massive pecs sagged like an elderly woman’s breasts. His dark hair was peppered with strands of gray. And his cock dangled limp at six inches. The belt fell off his waist and dropped down to the floor. Shane sneered. “I’m gonna give you a second chance, dumfuck. Put that belt back on an pull it tight! I wanna kick your ass while you can still put up a fight!” Shane turned away. Saylor greedily strapped the belt on again. He scarcely had the strength to move the leather, but as long as Shane’s buckle pointed away from his, the belt still had some power. Saylor groaned and pulled the leather tight. He felt some strength course back into his body. His muscles grew out again. He was quickly the size of an average Mr. Universe competitor. But the belt didn’t have a fraction of its former power. Saylor felt frightened. He stopped pulling and buckled his belt. Shane tore the pyramid-thing from his buckle. “Here, Doc.” He tossed it at Doctor Z, who just missed catching the device. It bounced on the floor, and he bent down to pick it up. “I don’t need no more power. It worked fuckin great.” Shane turned to the quivering Saylor. “Look at me! You see how fuckin huge I am?” “Yes.” “’Yes, SIR!’” “Yes, sir.” “On yer knees, shit!” Saylor did as told, and looked up at the towering, insanely massive Shane. “Who’s the strongest, biggest, sexiest motherfucker in this world?” “You are, sir.” “Damn right! An what are you?” “I don’t know, sir. What am I?” “Yer nothing. And yer dead meat. Stand up. There’s a couple of things I want you to feel.” Saylor’s heart pounded. He stood up. Shane grabbed his arms and pinned them tight behind Saylor’s back. “This is the way you grabbed me. ‘Member?” “Yes…” Shane twisted Saylor’s arms and he cried out in pain, “YES, SIR!” “An here’s somethin else you done to me. See this?” Shane pumped his massive, veiny cock. The head touched his forehead, and it oozed rich rivers of pre-cum. “This is for fuckin me against my will.” Shane picked Saylor up by his waist and lifted him in the air. Saylor felt like a rag doll in Shane’s mighty arms. “Now I’m gonna give you what you gave me!” “No… don’t.” “Oh, yeah! Lookit that nice tight ass.” Shane’s cock stood at 46 inches of thick, veiny meat, hard as steel. It spewed pre-cum like a volcano shooting lava. “See what it feels like, fucker.” Shane shoved Saylor’s ass down on his rock-hard cock. Saylor screamed with pain. Shane moved him up and down, over and over, until he shot gallons of sweet hot cum all over the place. Saylor moaned with pain, and slumped to the floor. He laid on his side. Now it was Justin’s turn. He stood before Saylor, cold anger in his eyes. Saylor was half-conscious from the harsh fuck he’d just received. “Hope you liked that. Now watch this. I’m going for the last notch on my belt.” Justin grimaced and struggled, but he pulled the leather around his waist tight, tighter, tighter… he had passed the last notch when he stopped pulling. He buckled the belt and flexed his mountainous 70” guns. “See how huge I am? How big my muscles are now?” Saylor groaned. “You can’t pick on me anymore. No one will ever pick on me again. Now here’s a gift from me. This is for jacking off all over me. I hope you really feel it good.” Justin kicked Saylor in the crotch. Saylor screamed with agony. Justin kicked him again and again. When Shane pulled him away, all that was left of Saylor’s once-mighty cock was a withered, bloody pulp. “Enjoy life as a eunuch, fucker!” Saylor made whimpering sounds of mercy. He could no longer form the words to beg for his life. “What’s that?” Kevin said. “You’d like a black eye? Why, sure! But first… Justin, take this fucker’s belt off. I don’t think he needs it any more.” Justin popped the buckle and threw the belt to Shane. “Hey, Doc, gimme that pyramid thing back. I’m gonna drain all the juice outta this belt.” “Oh, yes!” the Doctor cried. “It should be voided.” Kevin picked up Saylor’s limp body. He raised Saylor’s head so that they could make eye contact. “Do you have any idea… even the slightest idea… how PISSED I’m feeling right now?” “No… don’t…” Saylor cringed. “Funny, that’s what I said to you. And here’s what happened to me.” Kevin struck Saylor with the full force of his mighty fist. Saylor soared through the air and crashed through the wall. This time, it wasn’t an illusion. A sickening-sounding thump was heard. Kevin strutted over to the gaping hole and looked down. Saylor’s lifeless body lay, impaled through the heart by the sharp edges of a wrought iron fence. The three muscle gods gazed on Saylor’s corpse. “Holy shit!” Shane said. “I can’t believe it,” Justin added. “Well, believe it. We did it!” “Thanks to you, Doc. Yer a fuckin genius!” Shane smiled and patted Doctor Z on the back. He forgot his strength, and the Doctor endured a coughing fit. “Oh, dear… you really must be more careful.” “Oops.” Shane felt the last feeble strands of power escape from the buckle of Saylor’s belt. The buckle became cold and sparked no more. “It’s done.” “You must destroy it!” Doctor Z said. Shane ripped the buckle from its leather strap. He crushed the beautiful buckle into a mangled scrap of metal. Then he tore the wide shiny leather into random strips. Shane’s body had settled down somewhat, since he was no longer focusing on the fight. But his size and strength were still unbelievable. “Hey, Doc, how strong am I now?” “Hmmm…” The Doctor silently made calculations, using his index finger on what appeared to be an imaginary calculator. “With both belts combined, I’d say you must have about 7,500 manpower in your body. I’m so glad that device was a success!” “Dude! That’s awesome! Shit, Doc, I sure owe you one!” “Well…” the Doctor smiled shyly. “If there is something you wouldn’t mind doing for me…” “Just name it, dude…” The Doctor leaned in and whispered in Shane’s ear: “I’d like to perform oral sex upon you.” “A blow job?” The Doctor looked mortified. “Why, dude, it’d be an honor. After all you done for me!” Shane turned to his partners. “Hey, dudes, could you, like, give us some privacy? Just for, like, ten minutes…” “Sure,” Kevin said. He guided Justin out of the room. They pulled the door shut behind them. “You’re too kind,” Doctor Z said. “First, you help me with the worst crisis I’ve ever faced, and now…” “Dude, it’s a pleasure. I could have never got this hella huge without this muscle-belt you made for me!” “Flex your mighty muscles for me, Shane! Show me what I’ve given you!” Shane posed for Doctor Z, causing a bulge to grow in the scientist’s Perma-Prest slacks. “OK, Doc, I think you’re ready to show me a good time.” Shane concentrated and got his penis to reduce to 15 inches in length. “Let’s see what you can do with a cock this size.” The Doctor kneeled and took Shane’s throbbing cock down his throat. Shane was in instant ecstasy. Doctor Z knew what to do. “Lie down on the floor, you beautiful muscle god. I want you to really enjoy this.” Shane did as told, and his groans reverberated in the dark room. Shane closed his eyes, and drifted along the waves of glorious, endless deep pleasure. He felt the raging river of spunk surging through his cock, and Doctor Z swallowed it all, gasping for breath but not wasting one precious drop of Shane’s magic cum. Shane came hard for three minutes, and when he was done, he looked up at Doctor Z. Only it didn’t look quite like him. This man’s hair was fuller, and streaked with brown. His face was lined, but seemed younger and tighter. And his frame was much sturdier than the Doctor’s had been. “Ho-lee shit,” Shane said. “Was that good for you?” “Oh, yeh, Doc. But you should look in a mirror. Or else… you ready for another go-round?” “Oh, yes. Your sperm is so sweet and rich.” Shane’s cum-drizzled cock was hard as hickory. “I’m ready!” Again, Shane writhed in holy ecstasy. He climaxed quickly, and shot another gallon of his spunk down the Doctor’s throat. Again, the Doctor took in every ounce. When Shane opened his eyes, Doctor Z was in his early 30s. His full head of brown hair framed a wiry but wise and handsome face. His body was getting too large and muscular for the old man’s baggy clothes. “Dude, you need one more dose. You ready?” The Doctor nodded. “I feel so wonderful!” Shane’s cock was like warm steel in the Doctor’s mouth. This time, the Doc deep-throated Shane’s cock, and Shane let it grow out longer and thicker. Shane screamed with utter bliss as he shot his endless load down the Doctor’s hungry throat. He came for five minutes, and each second felt better than the one before it. The young man kneeling over him was gorgeous. His muscles were huge and thick. They had split the seams of his clothes. His face was beautiful, with thick, full lips, warm enchanting eyes and a square, lean jaw. “OK, dude, you should really check yerself out right now.” “I feel like I was 18 again!” The Doctor felt his bicep muscle and gasped. He ripped off his lab coat and shirt (what remained of them!) and flexed his 25-inch guns. “Oh, my word!” His heaving 60” pecs led down to a 26” rocky six-packed waist. He peeled off his slacks and unsheathed a 16” rock-hard cock, throbbing with youthful vitality. “I must see myself in the mirror!” There was a small mirror in an adjoining room. The Doctor could not believe his eyes. The youthful muscle Adonis in the mirror was himself! “Wh-why, this is impossible! Your semen has reversed the aging process! We have discovered the fountain of youth! Oh, Shane… how can I possibly thank you for this incredible gift?” “Well, dude, it ain’t like you didn’t give me somethin hella incredible.” The buckle of Shane’s muscle-belt sparked. “Hey, dude, you ever try one of yer belts on?” “Oh, no… my aged body could not take the intense power.” “Well, dude, that ain’t an issue no more.” The Doctor flexed his muscles in the mirror. “No, it most emphatically is not! If you’ll pardon me for one moment…” Doctor Z left the room and raced down the hallway. Shane got up, stretched, and flexed his biceps. He felt great. He had reached the pinnacle of muscle power, and he had repaid the Doctor’s kindness in a way he’d never imagined possible. Shane walked out into the hall. He saw flashes of intense light coming from a room at the end of the hallway. Doctor Z was making himself a muscle-god with his own invention! Shane remembered something… “Oh, shit,” he said out loud. “Fuckin Rich!” Shane looked in the rows of small rooms that lined the hallway. “Rich! You there, dude? It’s Shane. Everything’s safe now…” He heard a cough come out of the last room on the left. Shane ripped the door of the room off its massive hinges. Rich Boyce lay huddled on the cold stone floor. He was bruised, but he was alive. “Shit… is that you, Shane? I thought I heard your voice.” “Dude! Are you OK?” “I think so. I kinda hurt, but…what the fuck is going on here?” “There was some pretty bad shit happening, but it’s all history now. We got to get you outta this cell.” Shane picked Rich up and held him in his massive arms. “We gotta get the Doc to look you over, buddy…” “Oh, Shane, it’s a miracle!” Doctor Z stood in the doorway, a muscle-belt pulled tight around his waist. He looked just like Shane had looked, the first time he strapped on his belt. “I feel so strong, so brave… I’ve never felt so powerful in all my life!” “Congratulations, dude. You deserve it. Now we got to take care of Rich, here.” “Oh, my word! I had forgotten about this young man, in all the chaos… of course! Bring him and let’s go back upstairs!” (one more chapter to go!) From: Jason Jarman Subject: [MGS] Shane & His Muscle Belt: Conclusion Date: Friday, April 28, 2000 3:10 PM Shane And His Muscle-Belt by Jason A. Jarman Chapter Fourteen: Dawn of Paradise Shane, Kevin and Justin were greeted with applause when the elevator returned them to the main floor. The Adonis boys rushed up to them and hugged and kissed them. "Dudes, you rock!" "You did it! You kicked his ass!" "Now we can have fun!" The number of sexual propositions the three were given would make any rock star envious. "You ain't seen nothin yet," Shane said. "Check out the Doc!" The Adonis boys gasped as they saw the young, strapping, muscle-morphed Doctor Z. "Dude is swervetastic!" cried one Adonis boy. "There will be some changes made around here," Doctor Z said. "Changes for the better, I'm sure all will agree. We shall begin our emigration to Adonis Island within a week. Right now, I have this young man's medical needs to attend to. We shall have a mass meeting tomorrow at noon, and if everyone could please be awake and present, we'll plan our exodus! Congratulations to you all, my lovable and beautiful Adonis Corps!" Applause and cheers followed the foursome as they entered Doctor Z's private laboratories. The humming of reactors filled the room. There were muscle-belts everywhere, hanging from hooks and arranged by waist size. "What are all the belts for, Doc?" Shane asked. He tried one on, but it was uncharged. "Soon, each member of the Corps will have his own muscle-belt. This will guarantee the propagation of the Adonis Corps, since each user will become charged with the growth cells, just as you have…" "Hell, I could charge 'em all by myself, if they like to suck cock…" "I don't doubt that one bit, my beautiful friend. Set Mister Boyce down on that examination table." Shane carefully, delicately placed his friend on the table. Rich had fallen asleep in Shane's strong arms. He looked at peace. "Thank you. Now, if you'll step back just a bit…" Doctor Z bumped against a shelf, sending several thick volumes of papers scattering to the ground. "Oh, dear, it's difficult, being so much bigger than I was before…" His semi-hard cock bumped some equipment off a gurney Doctor Z laughed. "I suppose I should get accustomed to this new condition!" While Shane and Justin helped to pick up the chaos of paper and metal, the Doctor examined Rich for signs of broken bones, deep wounds, or anything that would require serious medical attention. "Oh, dear. This young man came very close to having a broken rib cage. He must have cushioned his fall somehow. The worst of the lot is this bruise on his cheek. But that will heal. Now comes the difficult part, Shane…" "What's that?" "Do we induct him into our little group, or shall I clean his memory?" "Do what?" "As we discussed… I can make a cybernetic scan of his brain waves in about two hours. We can, quite literally, download his thought patterns and responses into a computer's hard drive. The computer will analyze these patterns and highlight the areas of his brain that are affected by his recent memories of you." Not much of this made sense to Shane, but he nodded in agreement. "After that," the Doctor continued, "it's a simple matter of using a very fine laser beam, and all of this will be wiped clean, like a chalkboard being erased. I developed this technique for the FBI in the 1970s. They used it on a number of 'undesirables.' Not that Mr. Boyce represents any such problem… the decision is entirely up to you. You've known him far longer than I." Shane stood before Rich and thought it over. It was a hard decision to make. "Well, geez. Dude's been through some pretty rough shit. And me and Justin been taken from our folks… I think he should go back. His folks don't need to freak out…" "Yeah," Kevin said. "Besides, with three disappearances in a row, the cops would be searching big-time. They might find us out. Shit… I gotta get back to my house and clear things up…" Kevin turned to Shane. "You know, I hate to say this, but I don't think I'll be going to this island thing. I've got too much going on back home… too many ties and obligations. It's been fun, but I believe I've had enough adventure for one lifetime." Kevin removed his muscle-belt and set it on a nearby counter. "You can have this back if you want it, Doc. Thanks for letting me use it." "Oh, it's yours to keep, Mr. Thorson, I assure you." Doctor Z pushed the belt back into Kevin's hands. "You have more than earned the right to keep it and to utilize its power." "You don't have to do this…" "I insist. It may come in handy someday." "Yeah, I guess so." Kevin loosely strapped the belt back on his waist. "Sure as hell will make it easy to win bodybuilding shows. I can even take the drug-free contests with this!" He laughed. "The judges wouldn't recognize the strains in your blood cells. It's far beyond anything they could possibly detect." Doctor Z smiled. Kevin put his arms around Shane. Shane looked in Kevin's eyes and felt a deep sense of friendship and love. "Shane," Kevin said, "you've been like a son to me. More than a son. I love you so much, and I desire you so much, and my heart will always be yours. Maybe I can come and visit you on this island. If anyone can explain where it is." "Oh, you could go there right this moment," Doctor Z said. "Simply by exiting via the hole Shane made in the wall upstairs. That spot is one of the temporal transfer points to the island. But I must get this computer work done. I'll need a few hours of privacy to work on this. Why don't you get the boys to start making some dinner?" The Doctor's words didn't quite register with Shane. "I love you too, Kev. You showed me a lot, and you been so nice to me. I'm gonna miss you." Tears fell from Shane's beautiful eyes. Shane and Kevin exchanged a deep, passionate kiss. Kevin gently stroked Shane's hard cock as they kissed and embraced. "Well, we can have tonight together, and I'll go back home in the morning. Is it OK, Justin? I hope your feelings aren't hurt." Justin smiled. "There's too much of Shane for just one person to love. I'm glad he loves us both. I'll have plenty of time to spend with him on Adonis Island." "You should see it, dude," Shane said. "It's hella beautiful. Hey, Doc, can we take him there now?" The Doctor was having some trouble setting up his neural scanner. His manner was a bit testy. "Oh, yes, yes, whatever you wish. I'm quite busy with this, so if you'll please excuse me…" Shane laughed. "Jeez, dude, now that yer all young an hot, you gotta lighten up some." Doctor Z cleared his throat and glared at Shane. "I think that's our cue to exit, stage left," Kevin said. "Huh?" "Come on…" Kevin walked out, his arms around Shane and Justin, as the doctor's mutterings filled the vast laboratory. "Oh my God," Kevin said, as he waded in the warm surf and smelled the delicate scents of a tropical dawn. "This is real! This can't be an illusion! This is fucking with my head… but it's so beautiful…" He and Shane walked in the surf, hand in hand, naked, their belts safely coiled in the sand. "You should think it over, dude. No more work, no more worry… just chillin on the beach, 24/7. What could be better?" Kevin gazed into the placid deep blue sky. Gulls circled overhead, and the delicate roar of the ocean filled his senses. "This is too much! You know that? It's just too much…" Justin sat in the sand, staring out at the ocean, at peace with his feelings, as Kevin and Shane walked down the beach. Life was going just the way he'd always wanted it to. He'd never have guessed things would turn out this way, but he was glad to be right here, right at this moment, feeling so alive and powerful and capable… it was a miracle to him. And the best part was this: the miracle had just barely begun, and a new one was about to start. Justin smiled and lay on his back. The warmth of the sun caressed his nude body. He closed his eyes and let the sounds of the birds and the rolling waves fill his head. THE END? If anyone wants to read a sequel, drop me an e-mail at: jjarmn@hotmail.com SPECIAL THANKS to the one-and-only SCOTT WALKER, author of the brilliant "Big Ben" stories, whose feedback and ideas contributed mightily to this story. Thanks, Scott, I owe ya one! Thanks, also, to everyone who's written me about this story. I really appreciate your response and encouragement! © 1999, 2000 Jason A. Jarman