This is a follow-up to a previously posted story called "Who's The Man?" Thanks to all who e-mailed me asking for more of the same. This tale takes place just before the events of the previous story. So if you like plenty of attitude, I hope you enjoy this. MY PROJECT By: Scott Walker gittes98@yahoo.com Please address any comments or constructive criticism to scottw83@hotmail.com. 'Big Ben' may return for further adventures pending reader request. I'd just finished my last set of preacher curls. With teeth grinding, veins popping, and sweat pouring, I racked the bar. I stood in front of the mirror, and making sure all were watching, hit a double biceps pose. Gasps of amazement emitted from the guys in the weight room. I look at my reflection, a smug expression on my face, as I see the others staring with envy and awe. My biceps are pumped, peaked and powerful, over 17 inches of teenage power. I flex my 46 inch chest and my pecs harden, my stomach evolves into a six pack of solid brick, my delts like basketballs on either side of my shoulders. Here I am, one week from the State High School Bodybuilding Championships, 'Big' Ben Sanders; 6 feet 215 pounds of prime teenage beef. A 300 pound bench and 400 pound squats have turned this former fat kid into the behemoth now showing off for his weight room buddies. Fuck, I look awesome and everyone here knows it. I decide not to waste any more poses on these guys, a few of them now sporting noticeable bulges in their shorts and sweats. They'll have to wait for the Contest to get the full effect. Only a select few get the honor of seeing this body up close. All right, so I'm a cocky asshole, why not? I can have anyone in the school I want. Anyone. Even the chicks that think I'm a conceited, arrogant prick will be all over me if I flexed a bi or danced a pec. I've already made a few of them wet themselves on the spot by doing just that. I'm never without my choice of girls. I love fucking a nice tight pussy and making them yell or moan with pleasure. But when it comes to a quick blow, for me usually a guy will do. I found that even the skinniest, wimpiest nerd sucks dick better than any chick. I think it's 'cause they're so in awe of my size and the thought of what I can do to them if they don't comply. They may think they hate me but when I strut down the halls in my string tanktop, muscles bouncing with the slightest movement they stare or scatter. When they hear me approach in my snakeskin cowboy boots they all secretly want to be me, be like me, or do me. I bet that same skinny nerd will stand in front of his mirror, flex his pipe-stem arms and envision having a pair of guns like mine. I.E.- One day I had to take a piss during class. I needed to go badly so I went into the closest can; the 'geek' washroom. At lunch hour I'd really pumped the bi's and got incredibly horny. I stood at the urinal beside a 10th grader from my Math class. Of course I noticed him watching me with great interest. I finished pissing and just as he was about to leave I backed him into one of the stalls. With a look of both terror and lust in his eyes he immediately sank to his knees and was given the honor of blowing me. He wasn't bad either, didn't even gag as I shoved my cock all the way down his throat. I began flexing my arms and squeezing the 17 inchers, this always helps me get off quicker. After I came I left the kid to wipe the cum off his face or keep it as a souvenir. Either way, we both went back to class content. So here I was, one week before the Contest pumpin' up the 17 + inch guns, bouncing my pecs and tensing my thick striated quads and diamond shaped calves. A lot of guys use the weight room but it mostly belongs to five of us. Five hardcore, iron-pumping, shit-disturbers who call ourselves 'The Muscleheadz'. We are the elite, the Navy SEALs of the school. Our motto is "The few, the proud, the pumped." Membership is limited and the initiation is brutal but those who are accepted rule the school. We're not bullies, we never pick on the weaker kids (well OK the kid in the washroom was an exception) just the ones who do. None of us play football; no time, it takes away from our training. We strike fear into the hearts of most jocks, lust in the eyes of the chicks and envy into everyone else. Last week we began to recruit yet another possible member. His name is Randy and at 15, he's the youngest yet to apply. But I really think this kid's going places. He's so in awe of me and what I've accomplished. I've decided to make him my 'term project.' One of the first rules of initiation is that that the recruit has to do whatever he's told without question. We don't have him do anything dangerous, just some at times outrageous requests to test his mettle. I make no claims that he's anything other than my protégé. I already broke one kid's nose for referring to him as "my bitch." However at the rate he's proceeding I know Randy will be kicking this kid's ass in no time. Tonight though we will be testing his toughness to the max. Randy passed his first test admirably. Me and my best friend and fellow Musclehead Chris invited him over for a separate workout in my basement. This is where the magic happens. This is where I pump, pose, and flex, getting ready for the Big Night. Randy is one of the few to be invited into this sanctum; most of the other 'Headz have never been here. After a sweat-inducing, muscle-popping workout, I practiced my posing routine with Chris watching, giving pointers. He then stood beside me, matching me pose for pose. At the end of the routine all this testosterone had flowed to our crotches. Both of us were sporting full mast hard-ons, the heads of our cocks threatening to tear the fabric of our posing shorts. "Shit, what if you get a hard-on when you're on stage?" Chris asked with a sly look. "Well," I said returning the look, "I guess we'll have to have someone there to make sure it doesn't happen." Taking his cue without so much as another word, Randy sank to his knees and began to give me one of the most intense, bone- jarring blow-jobs I'd yet experienced. This kid was a really good cocksucker. I was going to ask him how he got so good but his mouth was full of my 8 incher. He took my cock down his throat like a pro, savoring every inch of it's thick meaty goodness. In fact it felt as if he was sucking the cum right outta me as I spewed all over his waiting face. He licked up the residue, smiled and flexed his biceps. Chris and I laughed at his inference. Last week we had took him that cum was almost primarily made up of protein, the number one substance for building muscle. With the amount of spunk I and then shortly afterward, Chris gave him made taking protein bars and shakes unnecessary I shook my slowly deflating cock in his face, calling this his 'protein shake.' By now Randy was at full-mast and since he'd been such a good boy, I give him a couple of tugs and he spewed his spunk onto my hand. I feign anger so he licks up this spilled seed as well. "Shit, with all the 'protein' you've been getting' you're gonna be huge in no time.” Randy looked up, smiled and once again flexed his biceps. Randy had two more tasks to complete before becoming a full-fledged Musclehead. Both were to take place the same night. The first had us driving to the other end of town. While Chris and I scoped out the appropriate area Randy sat nervously in the back seat. When we came upon a group of kids shooting baskets in the playground of an elementary school, it looked as if we saw what we were looking for. "Pull in dude," Chris said. "This looks like the right place.” We got out of the car and began walking towards the boys. They appeared to be no older than Randy, especially the biggest one. He wore a sleeveless jersey and looked as if he had some fairly good development. We told Randy to follow us. The game came to an abrupt halt as the four boys saw us approach. Two of them looked scared and ready to run but Chris told them there wasn't any problem. I approached the biggest kid. "How ya doin'?" I asked, trying to not make him nervous. "All right," he said, trying not to act nervous. I looked him over. He was shorter than Randy, but compact and muscular. His hair was very short, making his ears look larger and his face tougher. "You work out?" "Uh-huh.” "You must be pretty strong then.” Now I noticed the kid getting nervous. He probably thought I wanted to fight him so I got to the point. "Well, my buddy there," I pointed at Randy, "says he could kick your ass, no problem.” "Him?" the kid said, looking Randy up and down and sneering. "Yeah, right.” "You don't think so?" "No," he scoffed. "Hey Randy, this kid doesn't think you can kick his ass.” By now the two boys were sizing up one another. The other kid's friends gathered around as Randy approached. He was feeling confident after an intense workout and was eager to let off some steam but I don't think this was what he had in mind. The two boys began circling one another. The basketball kid shoved Randy who then returned the gesture. After a couple more shoves the two began throwing punches. Soon we discovered that despite his size and increased strength Randy wasn't a very good fighter. The other kid was. He began getting the best of my protégé, putting him into a headlock and punching him in the face. Randy's face was crimson as the other kid increased the pressure but he refused to give up. He made a few more attempts at getting out of the headlock before Chris decided to break it up. The basketball kid's friends whooped and cheered as he claimed victory. "Next time be careful what ya say," the boy said. Little was said as we headed back to the car. Randy was very upset. He knew that he had failed in his attempt to become the sixth Musclehead. He sat dejected in the back seat. Chris nudged me and made me look at him. "Hey don't worry about it. It's no big deal." Chris told him. "Ya ever heard the expression; whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger'?" Randy nodded weakly. "Well, did it kill ya?" "No.” "Then you must be stronger." Chris went on to tell him that this didn't have any baring on his initiation. He was proud of Randy for not giving up even when he was getting his ass kicked. "That takes guts buddy.” As we arrived at our second destination we found the other three guys; Rick, Mario and Aaron waiting for us. "You pass this test, you're in." I told him. The other three 'Heads greeted Randy who was still feeling dejected. All six of us had done an intense balls-to-the-wall workout earlier and were eager to proceed. I had my own key to the school weight room so the six of us entered amid a lot of jocularity. "Better get pumped up," Chris said as we all started getting back the pump we'd worked on earlier. When we were done the five of us circled Randy. We told him to strip down to his shorts and get on his knees. He did so, a little slower than he would have normally. "OK." I told him, "here's the deal. No matter what happens you cannot cum until we tell ya to. Even if you don't touch yourself. You cum, you're out. Got it? "Uh-huh.” The five of us then began a posedown. We pumped and flexed for each other, trying to drive ourselves over the edge. At the end of the session we formed a circle around out recruit and began to jack off. "First one to cum is the winner," Chris said. With that the competition began. We all stroked ourselves with one hand while feeling our arms, chest or pinching the nipples with the other. I was so into my own body I closed my eyes while I flexed my pumped arms and imagined them being at least 20 inches. I was brought out of my fantasy by a nudge from Chris. I looked at him with a pissed off scowl and he nodded over to Rick and Aaron. They were now rubbing each other's crotch. Mario also noticed and looked over at us. We kept on beating the meat, none of us in any hurry to be the winner. Randy was still on his knees wondering what was going on. Then an amazing thing happened, (for us anyway.) Aaron got down on his knees and started sucking Rick's cock. I had to admit that although this was something I said I'd never do, watching our two friends going at it was incredibly hot. Randy was eye-level to Aaron and we noticed the pained expression on his face as his cock tent-poled his shorts. Aaron was now really into it, and Rick was moaning louder and louder. This was too much for Mario. He shot his load all over Randy's ass and lower back. We all whooped and oooo'd at his accomplishment and picked up the pace. Rick had reached a point as well and as Aaron pulled away, shot his volley right into Randy's face and hair. This was quickly followed by Chris who shot all over his back, me who did the same and finally the sucker himself, Aaron. Randy was now covered in muscleboy spunk but said nothing. We told him to stand. He did so and we noticed his cock was still at full mast, a pained expression on his young face. He was so horny he could barely stand straight. "Recruit, hit the shower," I said. "And remember what I told ya.” With that Randy scampered off. Chris, Mario and I then faced Aaron and Rick. "So what's up with you two?" Mario asked. "How long has this been goin' on?" Aaron stammered something about he and Rick just wanting to really test Randy's toughness, but none of us were buying it. Rick finally admitted that the two have been fooling around since the beginning of term. "We didn't say anything 'cause we didn't know if you guys'd want us to stay in the Muscleheadz". "Hey, I don't have a problem with it," Chris said. "I kinda figured something might be goin' on. I just wish you guys woulda trusted us with it.” "Yeah, doesn't bother me," Mario said. He added that Aaron's impromptu performance was one of the hottest things he's ever seen. The four now looked at me, their leader. I tried to look stern and make them feel uncomfortable (don't forget, I'm an asshole) but finally I just said, "I'm fine with it.” Aaron and Rick both drew big smiles and put their arms around one another as we headed for the shower. Just then we heard a loud yelp from Randy. Oh shit, I thought, the kid's spurted. I was really disappointed to have him come this far and fail now. Too bad, 'cause I really like this kid. "What's the matter?" Chris asked, a touch of alarm in his voice. "Nothin'" Randy replied. "Fuckin' water's cold though.” I put my hand under the showerhead. The water was ice-cold. And to our relief, no sign of spunk residue anywhere. I looked at Randy and tried not to smile. "At ease recruit," I said to the newest Musclehead. Hope you all enjoyed this latest story