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The world is splitting into two types of people: Those that have everything and those that have nothing.
He ticks all the boxes: - Tall - Naturally muscular - Good-looking and majestic bone structure - Youthful - Big dick - Rich and privileged - Confident
There will come a time where missing even one will result in no love, no happiness and no friends for you. You won't even have rights. If you aren't at the top, you don't get to to be treated like a sentient being.
More and more people will struggle. An intense and inescapable stress will befall them. Their suffering will be immeasurable. The things that are done to them will be unspeakable.
This is not about racism, or classism, or ableism. It is far more discriminatory. We have superseded these tendencies. Being born with the right genetics isn't just essential, it's not enough.
What looks like cold indifference to you, is actually a hatred and violence so strong you can't understand it.
How are the gains looking?
I live in a world that I have created to suit me
I took my gifted genetics and built up a model body that gets respected, worshipped, treated like a living angel
I have never had any regard for the desires or rights of other creatures - I don't see others as people like me so why should I care what they think or talk about if it's not me?
This has made me a success in every aspect of my life - my constant narcissistic focus and predatory desires mean that the beautiful and rich see me as aspirational, and the ugly degenerates write me off as a bigot or a psycho which only means I never have to deal with them in person.
I am rich, spoiled, beautiful, hedonistic, and feel like I will live forever - an untouchable unattainable masterpiece
Justin Question
βOh FUCK babyβ¦give it to me,β Justin moaned.
I looked down to watch my thick cock sliding in and out of my boyfriend-of-2-yearsβ tight ass.
βMmmm, you fucking slut,β I growled, picking up the pace, ramming my 8-inch cock in hard and fast, enjoying the sound of Justinβs breath catching in his throat as I did.
We both LOVED fucking doggy style.
I grabbed his hips with both hands, pulling him back onto my cock and looking down to see my flexed biceps bulging.
Justin screamed with pleasure.
βOH FUCK YEAHβ.
Sweat dripped from my heaving, swollen pecs down onto my defined abs. Still pounding Justinβs sexy ass, I ran one hand up his back, feeling him shiver to my touch, and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back hard.
βMmmmmmm YEAH,β Justin moaned, desperate.
He loved it rough.
βTAKE THIS THICK COCK SLUT BOY,β I roared, fucking him even harder.
Justin gasped, moaning continuously and pushing his twink ass back onto my cock.
βBreed me Daddy,β he begged.
I was getting close.
βOh I will boy,β I grunted, pounding him like an animal rutting.
I looked up at the mirror on the wardrobe opposite our bed. God we looked hot when we fucked.
I brought one arm up, flexing my bicep as I hammered Justinβs ass hard. I loved the look of my swollen peak, veins mapped across the surface, the epitome of manliness. Justin loved it too β he looked up while we fucked and then reached down, starting to jerk his cock as he stared at my pumped bicep.
βMmmmm look at your fucking huge biceps,β he groaned, clearly close to cumming himself.
The sight of my hot twink boyfriend jerking his cock to my muscular arms, pushed me over the edge.
βFUCK BABE IβM GONNA CUM,β I roared, feeling the orgasm start to rise up from my swollen balls.
βBREED YOUR BOY,β Justin moaned in response as I grabbed his hips again, thrusting my throbbing dick deep in him.
With that, my thick cock swelled even more, pleasure ripping through my entire body and an animalistic scream escaping my mouth. Jets of cum shot from my cock and I looked down to see Justin writhing too in his own intense orgasm.
It was always like this for us.
βFUCK,β we both screamed over and over, bodies writhing. I collapsed forward, my hard cock still in Justinβs tight ass. I knew he liked the feel of me on top of him like this and heard him sigh in pleasure.
We lay like that for several minutes as our powerful orgasms continued to subside, our rapid breathing starting to settle.
βRight babeβ¦I need to hit the shower,β I said, suddenly aware of the time β I couldnβt be late for work again.
He tried to reply but no real words came out. I chuckled as I headed to the bathroom, pleased I could still fuck him into a sex coma.
I turned on the shower and, as I waited for the water to heat up, I appreciated my reflection in the large mirror above the sink. I couldnβt deny I was pretty happy with what I saw. Pushing on for 35 and with a busy job that involved plenty of shift work I had to put in a lot of effort to stay in shape. A boyfriend 10 years younger than me certainly helped as motivation. Iβd been hitting the gym 4 times a week for 15 years and I guess it showed. I liked how my slightly hairy pecs jutted out over my abs, still heaving from the exertion of the fuck. I liked the size of my arms β I couldnβt help pulling a double bicep flex and watching the symmetrical mounds of muscle bunch up tight. Impressive peaks for an amateur lifter. I liked my 8 pack abs and the βvβ leading down to my thick, now soft, cock. And I fucking loved my quads β big and thick β just looking at them made me feel so strong.
I quickly jumped in the shower, conscious that if I kept up this line of thought Iβd be rock hard again and subsequently late for work. I let the warm water cascade over my worked-out body, totally relaxed from the amazing fuck session.
Five minutes later, I was back in the bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. Justin had barely moved, other than to flip himself over so that he was now lying staring at the ceiling, his arms above his head.
I couldnβt help letting out a deep moan as I took in the beauty lying in front of me. I loved his slim figure and smooth skin, still glistening with drops of sweat from his pounding. His cute boyish face was totally peaceful and a beautiful smile lightened his features as he opened his eyes to look at me. I ran a hand up his tight abs (Justin too kept himself in shape) and then tweaked his hot nipples causing him to shudder in response.
βDonβtβ¦β he moaned. βYouβll be late for workβ¦β.
A mischievous smile on his face. I knew he was right and headed over to the wardrobe to find my work clothes.
βErmβ¦Dan?β Justin said a minute later, his hesitancy causing me to turn and take in the slight frown that had appeared on his face.
βYeah babeβ¦whatβs up?β I asked, pulling on my scrubs and walking over to sit next to him again.
βI was just thinkingβ¦β
Justin was never nervous.
βGo on babe, spit it out,β I said kindly, stroking his short blond hair.
βWellβ¦could weβ¦perhapsβ¦try it the other way round next time?β he asked, immediately looking to the side to avoid my gaze.
Ah.
βJustinβ¦weβve talked about this. I just donβt think it would work babe,β I replied, full of love for him.
βWhy not Dan? You never tell me whyβ¦β he said, accusation in his voice.
This conversation came up from time to time. At first, it had been natural that Iβd be the one doing the fucking β Justin loved riding cock and I loved to give it. Recently though heβd been more questioningβ¦why couldnβt we swap sometimes? It was getting more and more difficult to diffuse the situationβ¦
βItβs because of this isnβt it?β he questioned angrily, holding his cock in his hand.
I was surprised at his directness and was too slow to deny the accusation. It didnβt help that there was truth in what he said β Justin was blessed with a cute face and fit body but his smaller-than-average cock had always been a sore point for him. I didnβt want the experience to be disappointing for either of usβ¦
βI knew it,β he barked, his normally beautiful features rearranged into a mask of anger and humiliation.
βNo Justinβ¦itβs not that,β I replied, trying to placate him. It was not a total lie. There was something else contributing to my reluctance β I had to admit that Iβd gotten used to being the βbig spoonβ in our relationship. It just worked for us. The idea of taking on a more submissive role would be hard to swallow and even harder to admit.
βYouβre lying,β he shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.
βNo babeβ¦wait,β I pleaded as he jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I heard the lock click and knew it was too late to convince him otherwise.
I didnβt see Justin much in the next few weeks β with both of us doing shift work this happened from time to time. When we did see each other, I couldnβt help but feel that there was an elephant in the room that neither of us acknowledged. I knew it would have to be me that brought up the subject again but, cowardly, I just couldnβt do it. The truth was I had no idea what to say.
Finally, driving home from a long shift one day, I decided enough was enough. I was going to have to tell him about my insecurities
βJustin,β I called as I came through the front door. βWe need to talkβ.
βJust a minuteβ¦β I heard him shout from upstairs. βIβll be down in a secβ¦β
I didnβt want to wait, scared Iβd lose my nerve, so bounded up the stairs two at a time and burst into our bedroom.
I gasped in horror, taking in the sight in front of me.
βWHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?β I roared.
Justin was stark naked in front of the mirror, a syringe of blue, viscous liquid in his hand, looking at me in terror.
βJustinβ¦donβtβ¦β I begged.
But it was too late. Before I couldnβt even get close heβd flipped the cover off and plunged the needle into his ass cheek, injecting the strange-looking fluid in one go.
βOh FUCK Justin,β I moaned in dismay. βWhat the HELL was that?β
βJ-just a supplement,β he stammered, nervous.
I spotted the packaging on our bed, snatching it up before Justin had a chance to grab it.
βNoβ¦pleaseβ¦donβt look,β he whimpered, his eyes pleading.
I looked down at the product information leaflet in horror.
------------MIRACLE GROWTH------------------------
βThe ONLY penis-enlargement supplement worth takingβ
Other than this attention-grabbing slogan, there was barely any information in the leaflet at all β it was just filled with wishy-washy testimonies from βsatisfied customersβ. Certainly, there was nothing that even got close to telling you what was in the damn thing.
βThis could contain ANYTHINGβ I bellowed, apoplectic with rage. βHOW COULD YOU?β
βI had to,β he replied, trying to stand his ground whilst his face betrayed him, flushing with embarrassment.
βDo you really care THAT much,β I responded, still shouting.
βYOU MADE ME CARE,β he cried, starting to cry.
I was about to shout some more when a spasm crossed his face and I halted in my tracks.
βWhat is it babe?β I asked, all anger suddenly leaving me.
βI-I-I feel s-strange,β he moaned.
My heart dropped 40 feet. I knew it. This was bad.
βStrange how Justin?β I asked, doctor-mode taking over. βCome on, lie down on the bedβ.
Justin did as he was told, lying back on the bed, a strange expression on his face.
βTell me whatβs going on babeβ¦this is killing me,β I pleaded, kneeling next to the bed and stroking his hair in desperation.
βNo Danβ¦it feelsβ¦good,β he moaned, letting out all his breath in one go.
I still couldnβt relax.
βWhat do you mean, βgoodβ?β I questioned.
βI dunnoβ¦I just feelβ¦good,β he repeated infuriatingly.
I watched in amazement as he started rubbing his hands over his body, his eyes tight shut, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He let out a deep moan as he played with his hot nipples. I felt my cock start to grow in my pants despite myself.
Justinβs cock was starting to get hard too. He ran one hand down his abs to squeeze it, his fingers pulled tight around his growing member. Within seconds his cock was fully hard, around 3 inches.
βFuuuck,β he moaned, deeply.
βWhat is it babe?β I asked, nearly hysterical.
He moaned in response, starting to stroke his rock-hard cock, two fingers wrapped around its small girth. I noticed how even using just a few fingers, you could barely see his small cock head over the top.
βMy cockβ¦β he groaned.
βWhat about it Justin?β
βIt feelsβ¦amazingβ¦β he moaned, now stroking faster and faster.
I watched as his whole body started to writhe in pleasure, moans escaping his mouth with every breath. He jerked his tiny cock like there was no tomorrow.
βOh FUCK,β he gasped suddenly.
I nearly asked what was wrong but stopped myself, realising that there was nothing wrong at all. Justin was experiencing more pleasure than I thought was possible and the cause was blindingly obvious. I could barely speak as I noticed that Justinβs previously tiny cock was starting to swell before my eyes, its bulging head now an inch clear of his stroking fingers. It looked thicker too, starting to pull apart his fingers so that he had to readjust his hand.
My own cock was now painfully hard in my tight boxers and I reached down subconsciously to pull it out, starting to stroke as I watched.
Suddenly, Justinβs eyes sprang open and he looked down at his rapidly enlarging member.
βFUCK YES,β he moaned deeply. βIβm growingβ.
His eyes shut again as he continued to stroke himself. His cock looked nearly 5 inches long now and was showing no signs of stopping its continuous growth. A thick stream of precum was leaking from his swollen cock head, running over his fingers.
βItβs going to be fucking MASSIVE,β he roared, making me jump.
I could tell he was right and I couldnβt help jerking my own cock hard and fast as I watched. This was the hottest thing Iβd ever seen. Justin was now using his whole hand to jerk his cock β something he could never have done before β and still it continued to lengthen. An inch beyond his fingers. Now two. When the fuck would it stop?
Justinβs moans were getting deeper, more erotic. I would cum soon just watching him.
His balls too had swollen in size, two globes nestled between his legs, full of hot twink cum.
His massive cock was thickening, stretching apart his fingers so that he struggled to wrap them all the way round. I guessed it was about 7 inches long now.
We both had the same thought at the same time.
βFUCK. Iβm going to be bigger than you,β he moaned, letting out a slight laugh.
I almost thought heβd forgotten I was there.
I looked down at my own not unimpressive cock and realised he was right. In that moment I didnβt care.
βOH FUCK THIS FEELS AMAZING,β he roared, his voice deeper and more masculine than ever before.
He reached down, rubbing his fingers over his bulbous cock head as he continued to stroke with his other hand. I watched as he then brought his fingers, glistening with thick precum, up to his mouth. He sucked on them, moaning deeply.
βMmmm I taste good.β
My mouth watered as he reached down for another taste.
βSuck me,β he ordered, as if reading my mind.
I didnβt hesitate. His hand was immediately replaced by my hungry tongue and lips. I licked up and down his still-growing, veiny shaft before wrapping my lips around his swollen cock head.
We both moaned together. Fuck he did taste good.
Within seconds I was bobbing up and down on his dick, taking as much as I could but feeling it hit the back of my throat. I cradled his distended balls in my hands, amazed at their weight and size. His cock had to be bigger than 8 inches now.
Bigger and thicker than my own.
Still, I kept sucking, his moans feeding my own throbbing boner.
βFUCK,β he roared. βYouβre a good COCKSUCKERβ.
I bristled slightly at his words but there was no way I was going to stop worshiping his Godly cock. Justin started thrusting his hips up and down, forcing his mammoth cock into my mouth over and over, now holding the back of my head.
In a frenzy of bliss, I marvelled at how my twink boyfriend was now fucking my face with his enormous man meat. He was letting out deep, animalistic grunts with every thrust. Noises Iβd never heard him make before. My throat was getting sore, abused by his immense tool. Gallons of pre were still oozing from his throbbing cock head, the taste making me dizzy with pleasure.
I felt as his thickening cock started to stretch my lipsβ¦I could barely take half of it in my mouth now.
I pulled off his cock, looking down to take in his full size.
He was now over 10 inches and fuck he was THICK.
I wrapped both hands around his cock, stroking hard and fast, hearing him moan in response.
βIβm MASSIVE,β he bellowed looking down at me, his cock looking obscene next to his twink body.
I could tell he was close and started to jerk him faster. I couldnβt wrap my fingers all the way around it anymore. I licked his cock head as I stroked, drinking down his delicious pre.
His moans were getting closer together. Deeper. More like grunts.
His hands explored his body. Twisting his hot nips. Running over his abs. Constantly moving.
βFUCK!!β he roared. βIβm going to cumβ¦β
βYES babeβ¦Cum for me,β I moaned, hungry for his load.
He started thrusting his hips again and within seconds I saw his balls tighten.
βYEEESSSSSSSSSSSSβ he roared, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me down onto his cock. I felt it swell in my mouth even more before thick, hot streams of cum hit the back of my throat. I tried to swallow it all but it was no use. Justin was still screaming in ecstasy as rivers of cum poured from my mouth, escaping down his veiny shaft.
And still it kept flowing.
And flowing.
I drank down as much as I could but the bed was soon soaked with his man juice.
Eventually, after an eternity it seemed, the cum stopped and I pulled my mouth off his enormous cock. I looked down to realise that Iβd cum without even noticing, my own tiny load paling into insignificance in comparison to Justins.
βClean up the rest,β he ordered, without opening his eyes. His voice was deep.
I nearly refused but then I realised β I wanted to.
I leaned down licking up the cum from his shaft, his abs, his balls β savouring it all. I moved on to the bed, licking up as much as I could from the soaked bedding.
βGood boy,β he whispered, a deep rumbling.
Boy? Heβd never called me boy before.
What the fuck had just happened?
I knelt at the end of our bed, savouring the taste of Justinβs seed in my mouth and looking down at the colossal dick responsible for it. Soft now but still longer than most menβs when fully hard. A cock to die for. To worship.
βThat was incredible,β Justin groaned, his deep basso voice now sexily juxtaposed to his boyish features.
My own cock twitched.
βWhat do you think of my dick now babe?β he teased, a smirk on his face as he wrapped his fingers around his thick member and slapped it on his abs.
βItβsβ¦itβsβ¦β I stumbled painfully.
βCome on Dan, spit it out,β he pushed.
He actually wanted an answer.
I looked down at his cockβ¦there were no words to describe it. I had to fight hard not to lean forward and take the huge python in my mouth again, sucking him hard until he shot another unbelievable load down my throat.
βTime for round two, eh?β he teased again, reading my mind. βI can see how much you want this Danβ.
He started stroking his cock, one hand traversing the entire length slowly, lazily. I watched as it started to swell again and within seconds he was rock hard.
I was in a trance, my own cock swelling quickly.
βMeasure it,β he ordered, snapping me out of my reverie.
I didnβt hesitate, jumping up to grab the measuring tape out of the draw before hurrying back to Justin. He was still lying on his back, stroking his tool, his fingers exploring its new size, tracing every line and appreciating the incredible girth. He paused to allow me to measure his newly enlarged manhood.
βFuck!β I exclaimed, half in shock, half in pure lust.
He laughed.
βHow big is it Dan?β he asked, eager.
β12 inchesβ.
βFUCK,β he roared. βThatβs massiveβ¦much bigger than yoursβ.
I didnβt deny it. The disparity was obvious.
βStand up,β he ordered, full of new confidence. His voice reverberated masculinity and power.
I did as he asked and he came and stood next to me. Both of our rock-hard cocks stood out in front of us. Justin laughed as he looked down, grabbing my cock in his hand and pulling it up against his.
βYou look tiny in comparison to me,β he mocked.
βI know,β I murmured, still in disbelief.
βTo think I used to think you were bigβ¦β he continued.
I couldnβt think of a reply.
Annoyed at my silence, Justin slapped me hard on the ass.
βI think I know what I want to try next,β he stated, coming to stand behind me, resting his thick cock on my ass.
βJustinβ¦no,β I pleaded, suddenly afraid. βI canβtβ¦itβs too bigβ.
The irony was lost on neither of us and Justin let out a low, deep chuckle, ignoring my plea as he pressed his bulging cock head against my hole. I let out an involuntary moan, surprising even myself as I reflexively pushed my ass back against the thick girth of his immense cock.
βHahaβ¦look whoβs the cock slut now,β Justin laughed, slapping my ass hard.
As I felt him push harder and harder though something snapped and a mixture of panic and pride came over me.
I couldnβt take his cock.
No, I corrected myself, I wouldnβt take it.
I was still the boss here.
Justin may have the Godliest cock Iβd ever seen but I was still more muscular and much stronger.
In one swift motion I turned, grabbing Justin under both arms and pushing him up against the wall, his feet dangling a foot above the ground.
βNO!β I roared, barely noticing that Justinβs colossal cock was inches from my chin, resting up against my heaving pecs.
I looked up at him, seeing the fear in his eyes and my heart broke.
βIβm sorry babe,β I cried, setting him back down on the ground, my flare of anger passing as quick as it had started.
I stopped in my tracks. A familiar spasm had passed across my loverβs face.
βWhatβs the matter babe?β I questioned, concerned again. βIt canβt possibly grow anymore,β I added in disbelief.
βNoβ¦this feelsβ¦differentβ¦β he murmured, confusion on his face.
βOh fuck babe, I knew itβ¦β I replied, panicking.
βNoβ¦it still feels goodβ¦justβ¦different,β he moaned.
βWhat do you mean?β I pleaded.
βWell beforeβ¦it was just my cock that felt amazingβ¦this timeβ¦itβs my whole body,β he let out between gasps of pleasure.
I took a step back, scared, trying to spot the first sign of trouble.
Justin got there first.
βFuck,β he growled, βI think Iβm growingβ.
With a spasm of shock, I realised he was right. It wasnβt his cock this time thoughβ¦
I watched in disbelief as my boyfriend started to grow taller, millimetre my millimetre, his back still up against the wall where Iβd left him.
βOh noβ¦Fuckβ¦I donβt want this,β he moaned, his voice still deep. βMake it stop Danβ.
βI canβt babe,β I cried, βthereβs nothing I can doβ.
βPleaseβ¦β he whimpered, his begging sounding odd in his bass tones.
Justin started to grunt as his torso continued to stretch. Heβd previously been a good foot shorter than me but I knew that the gap between us was narrowing and fast β heβd already gained at least 3 inches.
βOh fuck,β Justin moaned again, his face contorted.
It was then that I noticed that Justin wasnβt just growing taller, other parts of his body were starting to swell too, pulsing with the delayed effects of the injected serum. I watched, amazed, as his previously flat pecs started to push slowly outwards and his shoulders began to broaden. His biceps were swelling, huge veins exploding over them as the muscles demanded blood. Triceps, which had barely existed before, sprung from the back of his arms and his quads began to thicken, nicely framing his gigantic manhood.
Something changed on Justinβs face. The pain was goneβ¦replaced by euphoria, ecstasy.
βOH FUCK,β he roared. βThisβ¦feelsβ¦AMAZING!β
The growth was getting faster and faster, no part of him left untouched.
βLOOK at these pecs,β he said in amazement, staring down as his chest continued to swell. His hands started to explore his inflating muscles, squeezing and probing their size and firmness. And still he continued to grow, passing rapidly the build of a swimmer and on to that of a professional gymnast.
I watched as he brought his arms up into a double biceps, flexing instinctively as I knew he would never have done before.
βFEEL THEM!β he ordered, his voice thundering, his muscles still expanding.
I stepped forward immediately, squeezing his flexed biceps with both hands. The rock-solid muscles felt like warm marble, smooth except for the drainpipe-like veins snaking across the surface. My fingers began to stretch apart as his firm mounds of muscle continued to inflate like balloons of granite. I started kissing and licking his biceps all over, staggered at the feel of them under my lips and tongue.
βMmmmβ¦ WORHSIP ME!β Justin moaned, still flexing hard. βIβm going to be HUGE!!β.
I put one hand on each of his delts, feeling not just the growth of these muscles (they would soon be like cannon balls) but also the widening of his entire upper body. He was developing that inverted-V shape that many lifters toiled over for years, with broad lats spreading out from an impossibly tiny waist. My hands found their way to Justinβs pecs which were now jutting out over his abs, heavy with growing muscle. I could feel and see the striations rippling across them as he flexed hard, revelling in his new size.
I looked up and, with a start, realised that we were now the same height, looking eye to eye at each other. With even greater shock I realised that Justin had already surpassed me in muscle mass, taking on proportions I could only dream of. And, whereas my own muscle was covered in a thin layer of fat, Justin had next to none, making him look all the more impressive β every muscle was defined and ripped.
βHAHAβ¦YES,β he roared, clearly coming to the same conclusions that I had. βIβM A GOD - ALREADYβ¦BIGGERβ¦THANβ¦YOU,β he added, pulling different flexes between each word, marvelling at his rapidly increasing size.
Without warning, Justin grabbed the back of my head, drawing me in towards his vast chest. As I started to suck on one of his huge, sexy nips I felt him wrap his pumped, vascular arms around my neck, pulling me in tight and surrounding me with muscle.
It was too much for me.
βOh FUUUUCKK,β I moaned as, without warning, my body was wracked with the first hands-free orgasm of my life. I looked down to see my aching cock shoot streams of cum over Justinβs abs and tree-trunk quads.
Justinβs booming laugh reverberated against me.
βYES!β he roared, βJust the feel of my muscles is enough to make you cumβ.
I didnβt have the energy or brain-space to feel embarrassed and I couldnβt exactly deny itβ¦
βGet on your knees and clean me up,β Justin ordered.
I instantly dropped to the floor and looked up at the most amazing sight. My ex-twink boyfriend was now towering over me, mounds upon mounds of muscle adorning his frame and a continuous stream of pre-cum dripping from his obscene cock. His quads, complete with a perfect tear-drop of defined muscle, glistened with my seed which I obediently began to lick up. Iβd never tasted my own load before but here, on my knees, in front of this beast I didnβt even hesitateβ¦it just felt right. I moaned deeply, my tongue tracing the lines of his quads, simultaneously cleaning and worshipping him. I hungrily swallowed my cum, lost in an erotic muscle-induced daze.
βMmmm FUCKβ¦youβre a dirty cum whore,β Justin taunted.
I loved it and groaned with pleasure.
My face was now inches away from Justinβs huge cock and I moved to take it in my mouth again.
βNo-no-no,β Justin chuckled, grabbing me by the neck and slapping my face hard with his thick, weighty cock.
That would bruise.
βMy abs firstβ¦β he added, reminding me of my orders.
I had to stand slightly (he was still growing towards the ceiling) but lustfully I licked up the middle of his defined 8-pack abs, collecting more of my huge load in my mouth. I could see in front of my eyes and feel under my tongue that Justinβs abs were continuing to develop, sexy bricks of defined muscle pushing out from his torso. By the time Iβd finished cleaning him he had a perfect, beautiful 10-pack that made me sick with both envy and lust.
βGood boy,β Justin cooed, watching me swallow my own load.
Boy.
I fell back onto my knees, looking up at Justin to see that the growth seemed to be slowing. He had to be at least 7 feet tall when it finally stopped and was bigger and more ripped than any professional bodybuilder Iβd ever seen. His swollen biceps looked twice the size of mine and his shoulders had to be as broad as two normal men. Massive lats framed his enormous pecs which heaved as he breathed deeply, like the rest of his body totally smooth and hairless. His waist was as tight as it ever had been, making his legs look even bigger β huge thick pillars of muscle which met in the middle and would rub if he tried to walk. Only Justinβs face was unchanged, cute and boyish as ever but now sitting on the thick neck of a muscle bull.
βFuuuck. Iβm a BEAST,β he moaned, unable to stop flexing, pulling classic pose after classic pose. I stared up in amazement as he went through double bicepsβ¦most muscularβ¦side chestβ¦ over and over. He turned, showing me a back that seemed to go on and on, a huge expanse of muscle upon muscle upon muscle, all seemingly competing for space. My eyes dropped to his massive glutes - two perfectly formed globes of ripped beef that jutted out at the base of his back like boulders of granite. He exuded power and virility.
βLOOK AT ME!!β Justin roared, turning to face me again and pulling a most muscular.
There was no chance of me looking at anything else.
Seeing his bloated muscles burst as he flexed I couldnβt help grabbing my cock and starting to jerk it hard. Iβd never been so turned on in my life. I needed to cum againβ¦badly.
βHAHA, I donβt think soβ¦β Justin laughed, kicking my hand away from my cock with one of his massive feet. He then proceeded to push me backwards so that one foot ended up on my chest, pinning me to the floor.
βJustinβ¦pleaseβ¦β I begged, struggling to get up but feeling him push me back down with the slightest pressure from his massive leg.
βYouβve had your turn already boyβ¦itβs time for your muscle God to enjoy himself now,β he said, looking down at me as he wrapped one hand around his huge, throbbing cock and started jerking.
Soon, deep unearthly moans were escaping his lips.
βJustinβ¦pleaseβ¦β I repeated. his massive foot was starting to hurt my chest.
He laughed.
βOh Iβll let you up soon, donβt you worry,β he said, continuing to jerk his cock. βBut first I think itβs time to reset the natural order around here, donβt you?β
βI-I donβt know what you mean,β I cried, my voice sounding pathetic and emasculated next to his deep growl.
More laughter.
βOh I think you do Danny boy,β he replied. βLetβs start with what youβre going to call me from now onβ¦any ideas?β.
βJustinβ¦pleaseβ¦β.
βI just donβt think Justin will do the trick anymore,β he taunted, a thoughtful look on his beautiful face.
He paused for effect.
βYes, I think either βMuscle Godβ or βMuscle Daddyβ will be much more appropriateβ.
The words hung in the air, lingering with meaning.
βNoβ¦Justinβ¦be reasonableβ¦β
βCome on now boyβ¦say it!β he ordered, his voice losing its playfulness, now only rough and hardβ¦commanding.
I struggled on the floor, trying again to get up. He pressed down hard with his foot.
βSAY IT!β he roared, pressing even harder, the huge muscles of his quads flexed and taut.
His strength was incredible.
Godly even.
Fuck.
βYOU ARE MY MUSCLE GOD!β I exploded, looking up at the towering beast above me.
I could feel the truth of the words.
βThatβs better,β he growled, releasing some of the pressure on my chest and causing me to gasp with relief.
All this while he had been jerking his obscene cock and now he started to groan again, pleasure pulsing through his pumped-up body. Drops of his delicious pre were falling onto my face. Instinctively I tried to catch them in my mouth, wanting to taste him again.
Justin looked down at me, smirking.
No.
My Muscle God looked down at me, smirking.
I wanted to reach for my own cock but knew that I shouldnβt. He needed to be pleasured first. He needed to be worshipped.
βPlease Sirβ¦β I started, the words feeling right. βLet me worship youβ¦β.
βOh, I will Dannyβ¦β he crooned, ββ¦but first, letβs see think about what youβll be called from now onβ.
He put on a show β more fake thinking. He exuded arrogance and power.
βHmmmβ¦yesβ¦I think you can choose fromβ¦ βBoyβ, βSlutβ and βslaveβ,β he concluded.
Despite everything this felt like too much.
βPleaseβ¦noβ¦Sirβ¦donβt make me,β I begged, some remnant of pride still intact.
βYou see the thing is boy, I think I will,β he retorted, a smirk on his face.
In less than a second he had reached down, grabbing me under the arms and lifting me to my feet in one smooth motion. It was effortless. Despite the shock I had time to noticed how his enormous, peaked biceps bulged and his forearms flexed like strings of granite rope.
He still towered over me β my face was level with the top of his abs.
βWHAT ARE YOU?!β he bellowed, his deep voice shockingly sexy.
βIβ¦Iβ¦Iβ¦canβtβ¦β I stammered pitifully.
Why was I resisting? I needed to serve my God. I needed to please him.
βYOU NEED TO LEARN BOY!β he roared.
βIβm n-not your b-boy,β I whimpered.
Placing one hand under my jaw he lifted me up in the air, his strong fingers tight around my neck, my feet swinging almost comically below me.
Fuck he was strong.
βI can hold you here all day slut,β he taunted.
I didnβt doubt it. It was as if I weighed nothing.
I could barely breath. My vision was going blurred. I grabbed onto his thick forearm for support, desperately struggling to free myself.
βSAY IT!β he roared, all of his muscles flexed with anger.
It was an awesome sight.
I felt pathetic. Small before him.
Before my God.
βOH FUCK DADDY!β I screamed. βIβM YOUR SLUT BOY SLAVEβ.
The words came tumbling out.
He let out a colossal, deep, bestial roar in response β his conquest now complete - before throwing me down on the bed.
I knew that this was how it would be now.
I lay there gasping for breath, looking up at my Muscle Daddy.
βFUCK YES YOU SLUT BOYβ he shouted, flipping me over with one hand and then grabbing me by the hips and pulling me up on to all fours. I felt the heavy weight of his thick cock thwack against my ass, his big head teasing my hole.
I moaned loudly.
βBeg for my Muscle Cock,β he ordered, grinding against my ass.
βOh FUCK DADDY β please give me your muscle cock,β I pleaded, pressing my ass back against him and moaning with pleasure.
I knew I needed him in me.
He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear.
βSay it so I can hear it boy.β
His voice was so deep, rumbling against me.
βPLEASE MUSCLE DADDY GIVE YOUR COCK TO YOUR PATHETIC SLUT BOY!β I screamed at the top of my voice, not caring if the whole world heard.
With that I felt his swollen cock head pressing hard against my hole as he grabbed my hips and simultaneously pulled me backwards.
βOH FUCK!β I cried as he entered me.
It felt like I was being split in two as his massive tool slid in. Iβd never taken a cock anywhere near this big before.
I knew he wouldnβt wait for me to adjust and sure enough he pressed on, inch by thick inch as I let out continuous screams of pain. I didnβt want him to stop though, needing my Muscle God deep in me.
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Former Friend
As you walk through the gym you visit from time to time you see a face that you kinda recognize.
It's a random douchebag gym bro that's filming himself next to one of the machines, but his face... wait, isn't that Brandon? Yeah, that's him. But also... not him?
Because Brandon was a 5'8 twink, who spend his days dancing to Lady Gaga and buying new make up products.
This was a 6'2 neanderthal, who was currently playing with his dick and flexing his arms. But the face was too similar for this to be a mistake.
You decide to walk up to him, to maybe ask him what happened.
But before you say a word, he looks at you and stands up.
You stop and watch as he walks up to you, then looks down.
"fuuuuuuuuuck dude" His voice is low, and screams 'dumb jock'. "needed a liftin' bro for a while." He lets out a low, dumb chuckle. "Guess I found one. So sick, brah"
"I love to flex cause it makes me feel like a greek god. I mean, even Zeus wishes he could look like me. So now baby, it's time for you to worship your god in his temple: our bedroom."
It isn't delusion, I really am the reincarnation of a classical god. I know because I am so unsatisfied with the grey plastic existence the cattle around me seem to live for. Traffic and content and takeout and smog. I am only interested in the real experiences. I want to eat fresh foods, I want to wear natural fibres or nothing at all. I want to bask in the sun after I work my entire body into growth. I want to breed a harem of adoring worshippers while I explore the planet that's promised to me. I want to absorb great art and dance and I want to take everything for myself. I want to rip off my shirt and rip the cattle limb from limb, showing my power, drinking blood, destroying weakness and ugliness. I want to shine like gold while I burn away what doesn't deserve to exist. I am a fucking God and you need to bow down and pay me.
A good slave worship the master's armpit and as a reward he gets a spit and a slap in the face.
Lick those pits and thank me boy
that's exactly the way we fag slaves should be treated and used..... even more grateful that after the privilege of worshiping my Master's pits I receive his spit and slap.
All I give him, everything I do to him, is a gift and a privilege and it knows it.
Comunidade nova no pedaΓ§o! Confere o fixado na minha pΓ‘gina e espalha.
Every person I meet eventually gets on their knees or stares at my pits. My muscle, my pheromone, my aura - with the merciless gravitation power of a black hole. You try to ignore it, to keep your own strength, but you just want to fucking worship me. To huff my sweaty pits. To sob as I mercilessly rape your throat. You want to make my life better. You want me to end yours.
canβt keep my hands off my dick. so i know you fucking cant stop thinking about that big fucking piece of muscle, right?
I cut out anything that doesnβt serve me or improve me. I cut out foods that arent macro and calorie dense. I cut out pastimes that arenβt exercise or parties. I cut out brainspace that isnβt focus, ego, predatory, or hedonist. I cut out any person in my life who isnβt a coach, a bro, or a worshipping fag.
Whatβs that left? A self-absorbed monster. Iβm a fucking exploding mountain of manhood, growing and eating and flexing. All I talk about is myself and the people around me listen and talk about me too. I get stuck at mirrors because fuck look at me, Iβm way more important than whats going on around the world. Iβm bigger than news, weather or war. I would just flex and fuck all fucking day. I get myself so hard.
You think my brain is broken, but I know youβre weak and donβt think about you ever
The angels of a greater plane of existence walk on the same earth you do. But that doesnβt make us equals. I am tall, handsome, broad and strong, hung and tight. I donβt see people. I see a few of my brothers among herds and herds of dispoable disgusting losers. Fat ugly cunts living pointless lives. I look as good as I do because I want to remind you to hate yourself. Give up on your tiny dreams and focus on me. Stroke my ego. Pay into my lifestyle. Give up your holes to be fucked into oblivion by my godcock. Jerk off to the dream of the taste of my sweet sweaty pits. Hope to one day have the last thing you see is my perfect muscular form towering over you as I beat you to a bloody pulp, finally putting you out of your pointless miserable existence

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So fucking condescending. A teen muscle god telling grown men theyβre βdoing the best they canβ as a flexes and shows off what a real man looks like.
He loves to mirin himself.
Big BOY biceps gotta love um! So young with shirt sleeves stretch to the max with HUGE powerful bicep peaks! Nice!
Give up on school. Give up on social skills. Give up on personality. Your focus is getting big hot and dumb
Hot looksmaxxed musclestuds are the bros that rule the world. Get bulked. Get aesthetic. Get powerful.
Be a meathead fuckhead douche and grow.
Fuck being nice or smart. You just needs biceps bro.
Winners donβt have personality, they got muscles.
Gods donβt need girlfriends or hobbies, they need roids and bitches
You canβt even begin to understand how it feels to be this superior β to be a god deserving of everything he could ever think to ask for. Youβre lucky to even exist in my world, to have my divine light shine on you, so fucking bow before me.
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How insulting it is to "worship" a Man for his superficial traits. They are just a sign of his superiority, not the cause. No one gives a fuck about group identities or imperfect categories. He is his own category of Man, his own ethnicity, his own nationality, his own laws and customs, even more exclusionary and discriminatory than you could ever be.
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Where to start big bro?? Letβs see, my bulge is more than twice your size and so are my muscles. This means that youβre gonna be the slave to this superior high school god.