Youth Camp - Part 2

[johnd]

Youth Camp - Part 2

By John D.

The guard said, ?Okay, now you go to the exercise yard. You got about an hour before lunch.? He led us to the door and we walked outside. There were over 200 kids standing around. I immediately noticed that all the kids were standing with kids of their own race. We were diverse inside the dormitory but all the diversity stopped in the exercise yard. The kids were staring at us newcomers. And we were staring at them. I noticed that there were two groups of black kids. There were about 25 black kids standing in the middle of the yard next to a pullup bar, some parallel bars and a couple of benches. These kids were huge! I knew immediately that these kids were the Muscle Guns Gang. They were just as big as Jamal had described them. They all had huge muscular bodies but the most amazing them about them was their arms. Their arms were gigantic. They had the biggest most muscular arms I had ever seen. The muscle guns. They weren?t wearing their shirts and their bodies were covered with sweat. It looked like they had been working out. But there were no weights around. How could they build bodies like that with no weights? I asked myself. There were several guys standing around the Muscle Guns looking at them. I figured they must have been watching them work out.

Then there was another group of black kids. They were wearing their shirts. Some of them were fat. Some of them were skinny. They definitely weren?t members of the gang. There was a group of latinos, mainly Mexicans, and a small group of whites. The two Mexicans immediately walked over to their group and I walked over to the white guys. Jamal strutted up to the gang members.

When I came up to the white guys one of them said, ?Whoa little chicken. I hope you like getting fucked. ?Cause those big Muscle Guns are gonna fuck the shit outta you.? I looked at the huge black dudes and then back at him. ?I?ve never been fucked before. I don?t wanna get fucked! Help me!? The white kid shook his head. ?Look at how big they are. Look at their fuckin? arms! They got more muscle in one of those arms than I got in my whole body. And they?re strong as shit! You?re toast, dude. You?re gonna be their fucking toy, until another little blond dude comes in here. Look at Ricky here. He?s been fucked so many times his ass is raw. I bet he?s glad to see you.? I looked over at another small white kid who looked like he had been through a war. His face and body were bruised, his body was thin and he looked like he was in pain. He looked at me and said, ?Their muscles are so big and so strong. Their cocks are so huge and hard. Don?t even try to fight the Muscle Guns. They always win. You?ll just get more battered if you fight. And yeah, I?m glad to see you. Maybe I can go a whole day without getting fucked.?

I turned white. I looked at the huge gang members who were talking to Jamal. Jamal had taken off his shirt and was flexing his muscles for the gang, who were checking him out and feeling his flexed biceps. They were nodding their heads. They were all huge. ?How did they get so big? There aren?t any weights around here. You need heavy weights to get big like that.? The guy laughed. ?Oh yeah, you need heavy weights all right. There used to be weights in here. The Muscle Guns got so big and strong that they were intimidating the guards. Fuck, they?re all way stronger than any guard. So they took the weights away, just leaving the gymnastics equipment you see, a pullup bar, the parallel bars and some pushup bars on the ground and a couple of benches left over from the weight days.?

I looked at the equipment and then at the huge muscular bodies on these boys, all 13 to 17 years of age. I looked at their gigantic arms. They had so much muscle on their black bodies. ?How, how?? I stammered. The white guy looked over and said, ?I think Deshawn is gonna show you now. Deshawn?s the leader of the gang. He?s 16 and he weighs 265 pounds. Six feet three inches of solid muscle. Look at his fucking arms. They?re 24 inches! Just think of that, 24 inch arms on a 16 year old kid! He?s so fucking strong. Now watch.? Deshawn pointed to a Mexican who was standing with some other boys almost like soldiers around the gang members. The kid was pretty big but he had a lot of fat on his body. He stepped forward towards Deshawn. Deshawn grabbed him in his armpit and in his crotch and jerked him up to a curl position. Then he started curling the boy. The kid must have weighed 150 pounds easy and Deshawn was curling him like it was nothing. ?Oh fuck!? I cried out. ?We?re the weights!? I watched Deshawn?s biceps as he curled the kid. They seemed to grow with each rep, getting bigger, more defined, just bulging under his thin skin. He did 10 reps and then switched the kid around so his arms were working with the other side of the kid?s body. This was obviously to even out the weight. I gasped as I saw his biceps bulge with unbelievable muscle as he cranked out rep after rep. He got to 10 and dropped the kid on the ground. The kid scampered up and went back and stood at attention. I realized that all the kids standing there were the weights. They were waiting to be ordered by one of the gang members.

Deshawn knew that everyone in the yard was watching him as he curled the boy. He raised his arms in the air and flexed them for all to see. I couldn?t believe the size of his flexed biceps. I could see the strands of muscle fibers and the muscle was covered with veins. His triceps were huge too. I could only imagine what exercises he did to build up his huge tricep muscle. A lot of prisoners built that muscle. ?Muscle Guns rule!? he yelled. I couldn?t believe this huge kid was the same age as me. He outweighed me by 170 pounds. One hundred seventy pounds of muscle and bone. I felt so weak looking at his huge black body. There was no doubt who ran this camp.

He turned towards Jamal and told him to curl a punk. This was going to be Jamal?s first strength test. Jamal looked over at me and smiled. He walked over and grabbed my upper arm. Then he dragged me over to the gang. I tried to pull away, but he was much too strong. The more I tried to drag, the harder he gripped my arm. He drove his big strong fingers deep into my bicep almost hitting my bone. I cried out in pain. I remembered how the other kid had warned me not to even try to fight. ?They always win,? he said. And Jamal was winning. His big forearm muscles were crushing my little bicep like they were crushing Jello. ?Move, punk!? he yelled as he squeezed harder and dragged me along. Tears were running down my face. I stopped resisting and walked along with him. Only then did he relax his grip.

We walked up to the gang members and he stood me in front of Deshawn. He was ten inches taller than me so my eyes were staring at his huge pec muscles. They were gigantic globes of muscle with fibers showing through his thin black skin. I shuddered as I thought about the strength those muscles possessed. I moved my eyes up past his thick neck to his face, which was staring down at me like a warlord staring down at a puny serf. His face was brutally handsome. He had broad cheekbones and a big manly jaw. His lips were thick and his nose as wide. I looked out and almost gasped as I saw how wide his shoulders were. They were at least a foot wider than mine and they were capped with bowling balls of thick muscle, which twitched as he moved his huge 24 inch arms, the guns of a huge muscle machine. Jamal saw me gasping as I looked at Deshawn?s body. ?This is John,? he said. ?He?s the same age as you Deshawn but as you can see he?s a puny little white punk. He looks like a girl. Look at his face. Look at his pretty blue eyes. And that blond hair. His skin is so white, like milk. Nice ass too.? Jamal pulled up my shirt and rubbed my soft white belly. Then he rubbed his hand over my little bubble butt. Deshawn licked his lips and kind of groaned. He raised his huge hands and rubbed them on my face, looking at my blue eyes. His hands and fingers were twice the size of mine and they were very rough and callused. This kid was a man! He opened my mouth and checked out my very white teeth. He ran his hands through my blond hair. He felt my skinny arms and my weak little chest. He rubbed his huge hand on my flabby white gut. It was almost like this was a slave auction, with me being the slave. Instead of the white masters checking out the black slaves, this huge black leader of the Muscle Guns was checking out the new white punk, the punk that was going to be his slave. Then he ran his hands down to my ass and felt my butt. He groaned again. ?Cute little chicken,? he said as he moved his hand over to his crotch and stroked his cock, which was now hard. I gulped as I saw the massive cock under his pants. It was at least a foot long and very thick. Oh my god, I thought. Is this huge kid going to fuck me? Is that huge cock gonna be forced into my little virgin ass? I started crying.

Deshawn slapped me across the face with the hardest slap I had ever felt. ?Shuddup!? he yelled. He looked at me and held his hand out, ready to give me another slap. His arm was so huge, throbbing with rippling muscle. I looked at 24 inches of rock hard muscle ready to slap my face so hard it might break my bones. My knees got weak as I saw all that muscle in Deshawn?s arm. I didn?t want that muscle hitting me. I felt so weak and inferior as Deshawn held his huge arm in front of my face. I stopped crying and looked at him in fear. Here was this kid my own age owning me like a slave. All the prisoners were the slaves of these huge black kids. I trembled in fear. ?Curl him, nigga,? said Deshawn and he pushed me over to Jamal. ?Curl him with your Muscle Guns. Make ?em grow huge! You?re gonna be a huge young animal if you make it into the gang.?

TO BE CONTINUED

[boychick2003]

amazing story, more please!!!

[fillups44]

As always, intense and scary. You have the dark side (no pun intended) of muscle mastered!!!

[sensortech]

please please please post the next instalment. i don't want this story to end!!

[unbreakable]

I'm routing for the little guy.

[emsgdh]

Dear john d.

A new story from you is always an event.

This latest is super.

Thank you very much.

Emsgdh

[Ender]

Originally Posted by unbreakable

I'm routing for the little guy.

I am too. But it would be sad if he just becomes another one of the punks that abused him and the story gets replayed again.

[emsgdh]

With the greatest respect, it seems that you don't get it.

The hot bit is the whole business of BEING huge and dominating the small and weak, hot for BOTH parties.

[FrenchMuscle]

very good story! can we have the link to part 1. thanks

[unbreakable]

Originally Posted by emsgdh

With the greatest respect, it seems that you don't get it.

The hot bit is the whole business of BEING huge and dominating the small and weak, hot for BOTH parties.

I have to disagree. There is nothing hot about slavery and rap of any sort. By forcing themselves on others they are reducing the value of the experience to less than that of using your own hand and some lube. If John was willing it would be a different story, but clearly he's not. Hell, they could simply seduce him with their muscles. But instead they're just gonna jump on him, grunt a whole bunch, and then roll over for the next animal in line.

[musqlure]

Originally Posted by unbreakable

I have to disagree. There is nothing hot about slavery and rap of any sort. By forcing themselves on others they are reducing the value of the experience to less than that of using your own hand and some lube. If John was willing it would be a different story, but clearly he's not. Hell, they could simply seduce him with their muscles. But instead they're just gonna jump on him, grunt a whole bunch, and then roll over for the next animal in line.

Nobody's forcing you to read it.

[chocomus]

I think the author has made a great job so far, getting us into the story, defending the kid or getting hot for the big guys, but, hey, I'm sure the worse time he pass, the more great will be when he owns those punks when he grows.

Cause he will grow somehow...right? Or so I hope.