Here is the first part of an erotic muscle growth story I have written. If 
you like it, please feel free to use it. If not, thanks for your time.

Jay Jarman (jjarmn@hotmail.com)


Shane And His Muscle Belt
A Story For Boys by JJ, inspired by a TV cartoon from the '60s that gave me 
my first hard-ons

Chapter One: Shane

When Shane Hardin strutted the halls of Palmdale High School, he knew he had 
the respect of everyone in his sight. Standing six feet tall, Shane had 
everything but brains. In his case, it didn't matter.
	Shane's face looked thuggish and pretty at the same time. Under his parted, 
floppy sandy-brown bangs, his green eyes smoldered with an easy, sleepy 
sexual charge. His nose turned up slightly, with wide, flaring nostrils that 
gave way to a set of full, lush red lips. A scruffy growth of blondish beard 
covered the edge of his jutting chin.
	Shane had been working out for three years, and it showed over every inch 
of his 18 year-old body. His thick neck gave way to wide, broad shoulders. 
His pecs were well-defined and stood high and firm. The taper from his 46" 
chest to his 28" waist was impressive, as were his firm, rounded 18" biceps.
	Shane loved to show his body off. His usual school-wear consisted of a 
tight T-shirt and tighter jeans, either black denim or black leather. A 
tight black leather belt, with a big square buckle, accentuated his slender, 
rocky waist. His clothes left nothing to the imagination. Boys and girls 
alike admired his supple physique.
	Palmdale High had its share of muscular, athletic boys. Several juniors and 
seniors were serious body-builders. A couple of them, unlike Shane, competed 
in posing tournaments. Shane had been invited to one competition, but it 
didn't interest him. Shane felt he had nothing to prove.
	What made Shane a legend at Palmdale happened during a locker room argument 
after gym class one afternoon. Rich Boyce, a member of the varsity baseball 
team, started the incident: "No way, man! You're a liar!"
	"Way, man," Jack Kendall said. "I measured it last night. My cock's eight 
inches when it's really hard."
	"Prove it, dude," another boy said. He got a foot-long plastic ruler from 
his backpack. "Whip out yer cock."
	Jack hesitated, but the other boys weren't going to let this pass. "Pump it 
up! Pump it up!" Jack stroked his cock and concentrated. Then Shane came 
into view and Jack found himself able to get a hard-on. There was something 
about Shane...
	Within a minute, Jack's cock was thick, hard and high. The blood-engorged 
head shined in the locker-room light. Rich Boyce did the honors, holding 
Jack's rigid cock up to the ruler. "Wow, dude! You're nearly nine inches! 
Who'da thought it?"
	Jack beamed, his hard-on still standing tall. "I guess I got the biggest 
cock in this locker room!"
	Pride of this sort is a big thing with teenage boys, and the mood of the 
crowd changed from admiration to sneering doubt. "OK, dude, let's have us a 
contest. Anybody here wanna pump up and see if they're bigger'n Jack-off?"
	The boys laughed. "You do it, Rich," one said. They laughed again and the 
challenge passed to Rich: "Pump it up! Pump it up!"
	Rich thought of his girl-friend and got his cock hard and thick. The ruler 
proved his hard-on to be just short of seven inches. "Loser!" one boy 
shouted.
	"Let me try," a black-haired boy said. To his (and the crowd's) surprise, 
his full hard-on measured seven and three-quarters.
	"Anyone else in here?" Rich said, his face red with fallen pride. All eyes 
turned to Shane. "Hey, muscle-boy, let's see how you measure up!"
	"Aw," Shane said. "I don't wanna, dude."
	"You got to, dude," Rich said. Rich tore Shane's towel off his torso. 
Shane's limp cock hung down. Flaccid, it was clearly longer than Jack's 
hard-on. Rich confirmed this by measuring the soft cock. "Nine inches on the 
nose! Dude!"
	"You got to pump up your dick now!" the black haired boy said. The chorus 
began again. "Pump it up! Pump it up!"
	Shane gave in, and thought of his workout buddy, Kevin Thorson. The image 
of Kevin's peaked, 20-inch biceps, covered with thick blue veins, gave Shane 
sufficient ammo to quickly get his cock up to peak performance level.
	The crowd gasped. Rich's hands trembled as he held the ruler up to Shane's 
cock. "Holy shit! Your dick's longer than the fuckin ruler, dude!"
	It was true. The head of Shane's throbbing, rigid cock fully cleared the 
edge of the ruler, by half an inch.
	The sight of such a magnificent erection caused the boys to forget, for a 
moment, their supposed sexual preference, and as one, they began to stroke 
their cocks. Even Rich joined in.
	Shane pumped his cock and the boys looked admiringly onto him. "Dude, 
you're the king of cock," Jack said with a smile. Then he began to groan, 
and his fragrant white cum shot up and down Shane's chest and stomach. Rich 
was next; his shots hit Shane's thighs and navel, just missing Shane's 
golden navel ring.
	When Shane came, his first shot hit the ceiling. The next went all over his 
face. The other shots decorated Jack and Rich and anyone else within firing 
range. Shane came in long, thick spurts, one after another, for nearly a 
minute.
	"Well, I'm gonna be late for my next class," Shane said. "I got to take 
another shower!"
	From that moment on, Shane Hardin was the alpha boy at Palmdale. His 
general sweet nature kept him from ever bullying other boys. The coaches 
were always after him to join the football team, or the wrestling squad. 
Shane was content to work out five days a week, for his own satisfaction. 
Little did he realize he was destined for far greater things!


Chapter Two: The Muscle Belt

Shane loved the attention of his classmates, but he didn't particularly 
enjoy school. Every so often, when the sun was shining and the air was warm 
and dry, he would skip school, knowing that Jack Kendall, or one of the 
other boys who really admired him, would write him a fake excuse. His mother 
and father were both at work, so they didn't know about it. He didn't abuse 
this scheme.
	On this particular morning, Shane woke up with a throbbing hard-on. His 
cock was deep red, and felt so hard it almost hurt. He tried jacking off, 
but he couldn't cum. Instead, his cock seemed to get bigger and harder. It 
got so hard and big Shane thought it might burst!
	While he lay in bed, stroking his pounding cock, he had a vision. This 
vision showed a dusty, forgotten storefront, somewhere downtown. He could 
almost tell where it was. The windows were papered over on the inside. 
Dusty, grimy garbage gathered in the doorway of the place.
	"Dude," he said to himself, "I got to find that place. Don't know why. I 
just gotta." He rose from bed. His hard-on calmed down some, but didn't go 
entirely limp. He pulled on a form-fitting blue tank-top and his best pair 
of black leather jeans. He had to force his cock down the left pants leg. It 
was too big to comfortably fit in the crotch area.
	Pulling on a pair of mirrored shades, Shane left the house and piled into 
his black Camaro. He headed towards downtown. He drove through the center of 
the city, but none of the streets looked right. Shane tried to recall the 
vision of the building. It looked so run-down. It wouldn't be anywhere near 
the gleaming skyscrapers of the business district. It felt more like the 
industrial part of town, where there were rows of abandoned buildings.
	It took nearly an hour of confused driving before Shane felt his cock get 
hard and huge again. He turned down one shabby street and his cock strained 
so hard against the leather he thought the seams would burst. And there it 
was... the building from his vision!
	Shane's heart pounded. The front was exactly as he saw it in his head. But 
there was no way to get inside from the front. There was an alley behind the 
block of buildings. None of them seemed to be occupied. Shane drove his 
Camaro into the alley. He knew which building was the right one.
	It was hard for Shane to walk with his throbbing cock fully erect. He 
unzipped his leather jeans to give it some breathing room. His deep red cock 
stood fifteen inches high. Spurts of watery pre-cum oozed from its pulsing 
head. Shane stroked his mighty cock. No one else was in the alley. This 
time, he was able to jack off. Relief rushed through his body as he 
orgasmed. Thick spurts of satiny cum shot from his cock and spattered 
against the wall of the building.
	"This is it," Shane said. "This is the place." The door was locked, but it 
had a large window. Shane whipped off his belt and used the thick brass 
buckle to break the glass. No alarm sounded. He picked out a few strands of 
glass and reached in to unlock the door.
	It creaked open. The inside smelled of dust and mildew. "Anyone here?" 
Shane said. But he knew there wouldn't be a soul in this old place. He 
prowled around the rooms of the storefront. There was nothing there, except 
for old, faded newspapers, beer cans, and a large, stained mattress. In the 
main room of the place stood a large, dusty mirror.
	"What the fuck'm I doin here, dude?" Shane said to himself. He was about to 
give up and leave when he noticed one room he hadn't checked. It was a 
storage closet, big enough to move around in comfortably. Sitting on a shelf 
was a glistening black leather gym bag. Embossed on the side of the leather 
was a large anchor, swathed with rope and crossed with a bolt of lightning.
	Shane picked up the bag. He shook it, and something inside jingled. He 
unzipped the bag, and reached inside. He pulled out a black velvet pouch. 
Embossed in gold thread was the same symbol: an anchor crossed with 
lightning. This pouch smelled of fragrant leather.
	Shane reached in the velvet pouch and felt a shock. It went through his 
body, from head to toe. "Dude!" Shane said. The jolt felt good. He removed 
from the pouch a beautiful black leather belt. It was smooth and supple. The 
belt was four inches wide, four feet long, and an eighth of an inch thick. 
The surface was as polished as a mirror. Wrapped around the belt was a piece 
of paper.
	Shane uncoiled the belt and held it in his hands. The leather smelled 
wonderful. The rows of notches started a foot into the leather strap. They 
were close together at first, and further apart afterwards. The last notch, 
which had anchors engraved around the leather, was almost at the end of the 
belt, by the buckle.
	The buckle itself was unlike any he'd ever seen before. It was a thick, 
heavy golden square. The edges were engraved with a pattern of anchors and 
lightning bolts. On the underside of the belt was Shane's name, artfully 
engraved into the leather. "What the fuck?" he said to himself.
	Shane looked at the piece of paper. It was typewritten, with some mistakes 
x'ed out. It read:

BEFORE YOU WEAR THIS BELT, READ THIS MESSAGE

Thanks to our methods of dream implanting, you have located this very 
special muscle-belt, Shane Hardin. It is yours because there is no boy on 
this planet more beautiful than yourself. There is tremendous power in this 
muscle-belt. As soon as you put it on, you will see for yourself. Whatever 
you choose to do with this belt is your business.
	There are thirteen notches on this belt. You may never live to make the 
final notch, but you will be satisfied with the results, no matter how far 
you go. It takes great strength to make this belt work, so do not feel too 
frustrated if your first few attempts do not surpass the first two notches. 
You must keep working out, and increase your strength, if you want to make 
this belt work harder for you.
	It would not be wise to let the world know that this belt is responsible 
for your power. Of course, it is up to you. Your usage of this belt will be 
monitored; if it is apparent you need help with it, we will contact you 
again.
	This muscle-belt works best when contacting your flesh. Your clothes may be 
destroyed by muscle growth, so take caution. Put this belt around your 
waist, Shane, and prepare yourself for your new life. Anchors aweigh!

"Damn," Shane said. He tucked the note in his pants pocket. Shane's heart 
pounded. He peeled off his leather jeans. Then he pulled the muscle belt 
around his waist, just above his navel.
	The first touch of the buckle to his skin sent a stronger jolt through his 
body. As before, an afterglow of confidence and energy replaced the jolt. 
Shane smiled. His cock grew hard and high. "Hell, yeh," he said. "This belt 
is gonna make me hella studly!"
	With a rebel yell, Shane drew the leather through the buckle. His body was 
again wracked with jerking volleys of power. The buckle began to glow. Tiny 
fingers of lightning shot out from its surface. Every vein on Shane's body 
stood out. His heart beat so fast he thought it might burst. He held his 
breath and pulled the leather hard and tight through the buckle.
	Shane screamed as white hot blasts of power coursed from the buckle through 
his body. It was very hard to pull the leather. The first notch of the belt 
was still half a foot from the buckle. Shane kept pulling. He yanked with 
both hands and gritted his teeth. It took so much effort! He felt exhausted. 
His arms felt so depleted of strength...
	Suddenly, the buckle sent up a jagged bolt to his biceps. They bulged to 
about 40 inches, covered with thick blue veins and rippling muscles. "Dude!" 
Shane said. He flexed one bicep and was stunned by the high peak of muscle. 
He held that arm in a muscle, and stared at its bulging mass as he pulled 
the muscle belt tight, tight, tighter, past the first notch, past the 
second... the waves of power made every muscle in his body explode with size 
and definition.
	Shane got the belt tightened to the third notch and buckled it in. He 
flexed both his biceps with victory. Every inch of his body glowed with 
power and masculinity. "Damn, I got to see what I look like now!" He 
strutted towards the mirror in the other room. His muscles were so large and 
thick it was hard to walk normally.
	Shane stood before the mirror. He couldn't believe what he saw in the 
reflection. His neck was twice as thick as his head. His shoulders were 
tanned, glistening mountains. His chest stood high with striated muscle. His 
nipples were fully erect. His waist was so small and tight it was hardly 
there.
	A tape measure lay on the floor by the mirror. Shane picked it up and 
measured all he could. His biceps had settled down to 28 inches. His neck 
was 30 inches around. Shane couldn't touch the ends of the six-foot tape 
around his chest. His waist was now 22 inches. His thighs stretched the tape 
at 40 inches each. His cock stood hard and high at 19 inches! It measured 
six inches around at the base, and tapered to its normal width at the head.
	Shane looked in the mirror again. He made a double-biceps pose. Something 
new happened. It was as if someone had given him a tattoo on each of his 
biceps. The image from the leather bag, of anchors crossed with lightning 
bolts, covered his bulging guns! On his chest was another tattoo: a diamond 
around a blue "S". Below the last row of his abs, and right above his 
crotch, was a small blue lightning bolt. Shane liked the way the tats 
looked, especially the ones on his biceps.
	"Hell, I wanna try this again," he said. He unbuckled the muscle belt. Once 
the leather broke contact with his skin, the tattoos faded away. Shane felt 
his muscles slightly shrink. They stayed within three or four inches of 
their former peak. Shane felt really strong. He flexed an arm and it rippled 
with size and power.
	Shane strapped on the belt. It felt slightly easier this time. He got the 
leather through the buckle, and was able to pull it to the third notch with 
one hand. It took him two minutes to get the muscle belt that tight. As he 
pulled, he imagined himself able to do anything. He had a specific vision of 
picking up his car and lifting it over his head. The more he focused on that 
image, the easier it seemed to pull the belt tight.
	He discovered that, by holding the leather at the tightest spot he could 
get to, the buckle sent out extra volleys of power, most of which went 
straight into his biceps and his chest. He watched his tits bulge up past 
his chin, growing out to unimaginable size for brief moments.
	Shane was almost at the fourth notch. He strained and grimaced and finally 
got the leather just past that notch-hole. The belt buckle supplied him with 
enough power to finish the notch.
	"Damn, dude," Shane said as he again admired his new physique in the 
mirror. He could tell his muscles were slightly larger and wider than 
before. His cock was so hard it hurt. He started to masturbate to his own 
reflection. And why not? There was no one one alive anywhere with a bigger, 
more muscular body than his own. He fantasized about entering a 
body-building show; about the envy in the other boys' eyes as he strutted 
on-stage; about the gasps of disbelief as he flexed his muscles under the 
spotlights; and, best of all, about the other muscle-boys lining up to 
worship his body after the show. Some of them would be on their knees for 
the privelige of touching his massive, glistening muscles, or of taking his 
long, throbbing, cum-spewing cock in their hands... or their mouth...
	Shane felt an incredible rush through his body, hard and fast as an express 
train. Wave after wave of orgasmic madness coursed through his mighty body. 
His cum smacked the ceiling, knocked over the mirror, and nearly pulled a 
door off its hinges. The more Shane came, the stronger he felt.
	When he was done, he found an old towel and wiped off his cock. He felt 
like he could instantly get himself hard and full of juice again, but he 
wanted to test his strength. He concentrated on his cock, and it shrank down 
to a size he could just squeeze down the leg of his leather jeans. He left 
his tank-top on the floor.
	Shane went out into the alley. He slipped his sunglasses on. The alley was 
deserted. He picked up his Camaro by the rear fender. It took no effort. 
Whenever the car began to feel heavy, the muscle belt sent fresh bolts of 
power to his chest and arms and legs. With both hands, Shane was able to 
lift the car cleanly over his head, with his arms fully extended. As he held 
the car, the muscle belt kept his body filled with power and stamina. "This 
is awesome, dude!" Shane said. "I can do any fuckin thing I want!" He lifted 
the car with one hand, and made a bicep muscle with his free arm. In 
confirmation, the belt buckle shot out a display of lightning flashes. Gone 
was the old Shane Hardin -- forever!

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 large 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 hyper-ventilating 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!

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 
Kramer 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 Kramer. 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 seperate 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: 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 type-written 
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 
Shane'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 Shane'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 T-shirt, 
with a golden diamond on the right breast that had an "S" in it. 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. 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 beat his chest with his 
fists 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 privelige 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, sailor!"
	"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.

to be continued...?


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