Spice Part 30

[Mad Dog]

by Mad Dog and Mr. X

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
Part 21
Part 22
Part 23
Part 24
Part 25
Part 26
Part 27
Part 28
Part 29

Normally, Brandon would have been excited by the gains he was making in the gym. He dimly realized that he was having a growth spurt - it had been commented on at home. And he had grown a full inch - he stood a respectable 5'9" now - and had put on some muscle mass to go with it. His 175 pounds were lean and toned, and at one time, he might have been spending his days staring at mirrors in wonder. Instead, he stared at Dan. It was hard not to. The glorious brute had his eight inches in a permanent state of arousal, it seemed, his teenage hormones easy prey for the hulking young musclegod. He had to focus, to keep his grades from slipping, but it was a battle. He wondered if Dan's example had made him lift harder, and produced his amazing new musculature. But mainly, he wondered when he would be able to get Dan into his studio again, to enjoy the huge stud's body once more... to express his admiration in paint or clay... or other ways.

Dan remembered Brandon's earlier offer, of course, and figured that the time was right to move forward with the young aspiring artist. He met up at Brandon's locker after school, as usual, and told the cute kid, "Hey, remember when you said you wanted to, um, sculpt me? Well, if you were still interested, I'm free all afternoon..." He smiled bashfully, but truth was Dan was a sexual shark these days. He just knew what would excite Brandon.

Brandon's eyes lit up, and he bit his lower lip without realizing it, his mind immediately filling with visions of Dan... how to best represent... nay, glorify... the magnificent being before him. "I'd love to!" Brandon managed at last, his face practically beaming. He blushed slightly at first, then more, as his mind raced through different ways to sculpt Dan, each more pornographic than the last. "I'd love to get you back into my studio, Dan... When you were last there... I haven't been that inspired in ages!"

"Well, looks like I'll have to get used to being a muse!" Dan joked, chuckling, which made the pecs underneath his custom-made long-sleeve shirt jump up and down. Darn this colder climate, it seriously hampered his ability to dress provocatively! "I really liked modeling for you last time. I think you've got a lot of great talent at your disposal," he said, giving Brandon an ego-stroke along with stroking his strong fingers down Brandon's developing arm.

Brandon shivered slightly, and his blush intensified, as he felt Dan's big fingers run down his arm. "You bring it out in me, Dan..." he murmured, his voice trailing off bashfully. Then he brigthened, grinning. "I happen to have a new batch of clay..." he looked up and down Dan's huge body, nothing the way it was impossible for Dan's clothes to hide his freakish mass. When Dan's pecs bounced, Brandon felt a moment of faintness come over him, his mind swimming while his eyes remained fixed on Dan's massive chest. "I'm glad you like being my model, Dan... I've never had one like you..." he managed at last. His eight inches were already tenting his pants terribly, but he hardly noticed. After going around aroused day after day since Dan arrived in his life, he'd rarely been flaccid.

As the boys were walking toward Brandon's house, they passed the cafe and Dan knew this was the best opportunity he'd get all day to dose Brandon with more spice. This was a coffee town, and few people refused a nice cup of joe. "Hey, how about I buy you a cup of coffee to thank you for making me a part of your artistic process?" he asked. He realized it barely made sense after it left his lips, but he hoped it was flattering enough to make Brandon look past that.

Brandon looked up at Dan, and blinked owlishly a few times. "Coffee? First? Uh, sure. Of course!" He smiled, although a small part of him was snarling to be denied studio time with Dan, even for a few minutes. Still, he had to be patient... he was so close! So he smiled, and followed Dan into the cafe, taking a moment to admire the powerful glutes and massive legs that propelled the giant forward. "Um, just a latte for me, really," he said, sitting down at a table, his fingers drumming on the surface, trying not to let his impatience show too much.

Dan bought the latte and went over to the stand with condiments, pretending to put some more cream or sugar inside of the already-sweet latte. If Brandon had been a bit more observant, he might've thought it odd, but he was looking more at Dan's muscles than his actions. The muscular boy slyly took out a bit of spice from a baggie in his pocket. It was about a full dose's worth. He decided it was time to give Brandon a bigger jolt. He licked his lips at how great just another half a dose had been the second time he dosed him, sneaking it onto his meatloaf at school. He emptied the baggie into the latte and stirred it up extra good to give it to the artsy lad. "Okay, we can start walking back to your place," he assured him, handing him the hot drink.

Brandon brightened immediately, when he realized that this detour had been shorter than expected. He sipped at the latte occasionally, grateful for the warmth on the chilly day, but not seriously drinking much. He was too busy, his mind torn between the artistic inspiration flooding through him, and the baser lusts that wracked his loins. He'd desperately wanted to sculpt a replica of Dan's magnificent cock... and he happened to have clay on hand... He shivered at the thought, and took another sip of his latte. It tasted odd, he thought distantly, yet it was a familiar oddness. Brandon put it out of his mind, and though to Dan's cock again. Huge, potent, just the right number and arrangement of veins... Brandon felt his excitement rise, and tamped it down, not wanting to stumble if all the blood rushed from his head to his cock. (Not that he wasn't already painfully hard.) He grinned with relief as they arrived at his home, and he walked straight to the studio door, unlocking it and beckoning Dan inside. "I'll turn up the heat a bit," he announced, fiddling with the dial. Today, he wanted his model comfortably warm - the better to model nude, after all.

Dan slid off his jacket and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons of his shirt as the heat rose. "Thanks, it was kinda nippy out there!" he said, rubbing his arms up and down to warm up. The biceps bulged like watermelons about to burst! "So, uh, what were you wanting me to model for your art, Brandon? I'll do whatever you want," he offered, trying to let the boy know that he was up for anything. Anything at all.

Brandon shivered, and took a long draught of his latte. His brain fuzzed a bit, but he fought it. He couldn't just fall asleep! Not when Dan was right here, telling him Brandon could do what he wanted! He took off his own jacket, barely able to take his eyes off Dan's massive arms. Brandon hesitated for a moment, wondering if he had the boldness to go through with this... But as he looked Dan up and down, and felt the warmth of his spiced latte fill him, he became more confident... and certainly hornier. It didn't stop the blush from rising in his cheeks though. He stepped forward. "I'd love to model your anatomy, Dan... at life size. Just that, well, I only have so much clay... but I think that there's one part of you in particular, that the clay should be just right for.... Brandon chewed his lower lip, and grinned slightly, as he reached out to cup Dan's big package.

Dan's cock jerked as he gasped at the sudden but expected gesture. It swelled a bit with blood at the welcome attention, giving Brandon a bit more to cup. "Yeah? You sure you have enough clay?" he teased. "But seriously, that'd be cool with you? It wouldn't... be too weird? Cuz I'll do it if you really want me to..."

Brandon fixed Dan with a gaze that had surprising heat behind it - intense and raw, filled with hunger. "Dan..." Brandon rasped, his throat suddenly dry, "I've already tasted your cock... your big, beautiful, magnificent cock... And I want to capture it, forever, in clay... In all its glory..." He grabbed his latte and took another swig to wet his throat, as he ran his hand over Dan's bulging crotch, feeling it harden and swell.

Dan could see the spice starting to work, increasing Brandon's libido, filling him with strength and fresh, new muscle. His shirt was starting to bulge with it. Such a cute hunk he was becoming. "Well, since you ask so nicely," he chuckled, starting to unfasten his pants. "Hope you want it hard, cuz it'll be hard to go soft with all of this attention it's getting..."

Brandon smirked devilishly, watching Dan slowly unzip his pants, the magnificent bulge beneath slowly emerging. "I wouldn't want it any other way... in fact, I'd thought about doing it soft, but realized that wouldn't work... For one, it should be represented in its fully glory, and two, I don't think I'd be able to stand letting you stay soft very long!" Brandon was starting to feel a little warm, but he pushed it aside ruthlessly. He reached forward, and grabbed Dan's pants, and slowly pulled them down, having to give a few firm tugs to get them down around Dan's monstrous thighs. But at last he was successful, and able to admire Dan's huge legs. He ran his hands up them, feeling their outrageous contours, until at last he reached Dan's tight underwear. He grinned, and reached out, letting his fingers trace the freaky bulge that pushed outward, smiling wider as he felt the monster beneath the fabric tremble and push forward in response to his touch. "Why don't you lie down on the bed..." Brandon said at last, "So I can sit next to you and sculpt your cock properly..."

Dan nodded as he went over to the bed in the corner of the room, clad only in his straining underwear, and laid down. His bulge mounded up like a mountain, announcing the boy's unnatural virility with a shout. He hooked his fingers around the waistband and slowly, ever so slowly, peeled it down off of his hips, exposing more and more flesh as it got closer to unveiling his package again for the drooling artist.

When it finally got to the bulge, he had to slightly raise himself off of the bed to pass the fabric over his glutes and it had trouble making it over the hill of his genitals until it seemed to all at once catch up and glide over the mound of flesh, unveiling the pink cock flesh in all its wonder. As the fabric continued its descent, the half-hard log of meat and the two melons attached to it flopped out, splaying themselves on his hips and legs. Content to leave the underwear halfway down his legs, Dan started manipulating his cock, starting to give it soft strokes to stimulate its ascent.

Brandon shivered as he watched the incredible display, feeling his own cock strain against his pants mightily. He ignored it of course, as best as he could, anyway, drawing up a stool and a small table, and putting a very large lump of clay upon it. He took another draught of latte, and blinked several times as he felt the hot, strangely spicy liquid go down his throat. He looked over at Dan, watching the huge young man pump his big dick, and nearly lost it right there. He had to close his eyes momentarily, and squeeze his legs together to keep control. After a minute, he opened his eyes again, and was greeted by the sight of Dan still working his big tool over, the huge rod bigger and harder than when Brandon first tried to avoid it. He took a deep breath, and then put his hands to the clay, running his fingers over it, squeezing it upward and outward, the rough contours of a shape slowly emerging... an oversized shaft, rising from two huge oblong balls...

And so the two young artists, one of clay and one of muscle, worked with their given mediums, both becoming larger and more defined in shape. Soon Dan's cock was towering above his waist, over two feet long and fat as hell. "There we go, think that's fully hard. Hope it's a good enough subject for you," he told Brandon, laying back and smiling at him innocently.

Brandon's hands worked their magic, even as he stared in awe and lust at the huge tower of flesh that rose from Dan's massive body, the young artists' own lust rising with every passing second. His attentions to the clay became more refined, his strokes smoother, as the clay cock slowly took shape, big and powerful just like its model... the big head emerging under Brandon's talented fingers, even a few veins starting to appear, running up the powerful shaft. "It's a beautiful subject..." Brandon breathed softly, as he looked back and forth now, comparing the original cock to its clay duplicate, trying to get every last detail perfect. It was hard not to run his tongue up the huge replica he was crafting, hard not to try and make love to it. He might have given in, if the original hadn't been so close. He could almost feel the heat off of Dan, it seemed. He pulled off his own shirt and tossed it aside, not bothering to look where it went, revealing his own toned, muscular torso. Unbeknownst to him, the spice was doing its work. But his focus on Dan's cock was too intense for him to notice, even as sweat trickled down his temples and onto his newly built pecs.

Wow, Dan thought, a full dose was doing a number on Brandon! Those pecs had merely been flat plates of developing muscle before, now they were nicely thickening, bulking, rounding out around the edges. His abs were getting more defined, more firm, his lats spreading into more of a handsome V shape. His shoulders were capping with ripped muscle, his traps elevating and neck increasing in girth. This arms were beautiful, too, perfect muscular curves and an obvious tenderness and strength in those forearms as they bolstered Brandon's work with his hands.

Brandon focused intently on the clay cock, glancing from time to time at the real thing, putting his lust and desire into his art, lovingly crafting every last inch of the clay replica. He didn't just shape the clay, he caressed it. His fingers working their magic on the the clay version of Dan's magnificent manhood. It was like Brandon was making love to it, his fingers pressing against it sensuously, drawing out minute details - a bit of vein here, a crease in the skin there. All in all, it was a wildly erotic piece of art. When Brandon was finally finished, he sat back on his stool, a satisfied grin on his cute face. "So, what do you think?" he asked, glancing over at Dan and chewing his lower lip seductively.

"I think it almost looks better than the real thing!" Dan said honestly, agog at how fast Brandon had worked to create such a piece of art. And yes, it was art. Even though it was a cock spearing up into the air, it had a nobility to it, an essence of masculinity that surpassed being just a representation of a cock. No, this was the seat of virility, the symbol of all male beauty. Brandon saw all of that in just his cock?! And Brandon himself had been sculpted well from the spice, looking significantly beefier, more muscular, stronger, hunkier... Sweat rolled down the smaller boy's neck, rolling over his thicker pecs and dangling from a nipple. It was nippy outside, but it was sweltering in the studio!

Brandon got off the stool, and went to the sink, washing the clay off of his hands. His brain was fogged - by spice and by lust - and he took deep breaths, trying to get his bearings. Was his chest always so prominent? So muscular? He watched a drop of sweat travel down his chest, and plummet into the sink. Damn he felt horny.... He dried his hands, and walked back toward the bed, slowly pulling down his pants as he did, kicking them aside. His underwear soon followed, letting his eight and a half inches bob free. He headed straight for Dan, like a man possessed, intent on his prey. He stood next to the bed, letting his hand rest upon Dan's massive upper arm. "I'm glad you like it, Dan... it is pretty good... but mere clay can't hold up to the original..." He let his hands wander up Dan's huge arm, across the giant delt, and then walked it across Dan's massive pec, feeling the thick slab of solid beef. "Nothing compares to the original..." he breathed, staring at the huge head of Dan's monster muscledick.

Dan flexed his cock, making it bob as he also exerted his control over his pecs, making them ripple and swell. He could see the spice still wasn't quite done with the boy, still adding some bulk, some definition, especially at his genitals, which kept cruising from eight and half inches, reaching nine and still not quite satisfied, it seemed. Dan licked his lips. "Well, I don't like to toot my own horn... I like to have other guys do it for me," he teased.

Brandon's grin turned mischievous. "I bet you do, big man..." he purred, climbing up onto the bed, and then onto Dan, his muscular young body straddling the massive musclegod's powerful waist. He reached forward, taking hold of the huge fucktool gently, running his hands up it slowly, using just enough pressure to send shivers through Dan. Brandon gripped it firmly now, holding it in place, as he leaned forward and gave the thick cockhead a soft kiss. The kiss was followed by Brandon's tongue, which caressed the big helmet slowly at first, exploring its taste, shape, and size. But Brandon became faster, his excitement growing, leading his tongue to whip around the big head while his hands squeezed the powerful shaft, feeling the veins pulse beneath, feeling the big rod stretch upward, hardening.

Brandon had stronger hands now, but this was a big, strong cock, too! Dan merely moaned out in lust and appreciation as Brandon toyed with his huge dick. It's what it was there for, after all, to give other men and himself as much pleasure as it could! It bloated up half a size bigger, getting poised to release its precious load.

Brandon could feel Dan's pleasure building, and it drove him on. His own dick was throbbing madly, the head pressed against Dan's huge member. He ran his hands up and down that member eagerly, pushing and squeezing, trying to draw Dan out, trying to get a second taste of Dan's seed. He reached down and gripped Dan's huge nuts, rubbing and squeezing them, while his mouth struggled to take in Dan's big cockhead, trying desperately to inhale the oversized bulb of flesh. He pulled on Dan's cum-laden balls, then returned to squeezing the shaft, just as he used his new strength to finally force his mouth down onto Dan's huge dickhead. Brandon shuddered with pleasure at his accomplishment, his firm glutes flexing and pressing against Dan's powerful abs, as Brandon jerked Dan's huge shaft with renewed vigor, his new strength allowing him to squeeze it harder and more credibly than ever before, his lust driving him on as he worked the huge tool over, grunting softly, his moans of pleasure muffled by the giant cock that was jammed into his mouth.

The determination of Brandon was getting Dan off, big time. He couldn't hold back anymore when he bellowed and his helmet swelled yet again before it unleashed the first volley of thick cum, filling up Brandon's appreciative mouth as he sloppily sucked the massive cock.

Brandon wondered distantly if he would have even been able to pull off of Dan's huge cock, once the head swelled up inside his mouth and began unleashing its huge load. Not that it mattered... Brandon had no intention of letting go. Instead, he sucked eagerly, grunting softly, squeezing the root of Dan's giant, spasming cock appreciatively, trying to coax more testosterone laden seed into his mouth. He drank as much as he could, struggling to keep it all in. Nonetheless, a small amount escaped, forcing its way out, dripping out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin. But Brandon kept at it, sucking as hard as he could, wanting to gulp down as much as he could.

After a few minutes of this, Dan's balls finally emptied, leaving Dan a satisfied, sighing giant of a teen. "Oh fuck, Brandon, hope it wasn't too much for ya... I cum an awful lot," he moaned, rubbing his pecs lazily.

Brandon pulled off the big head, but gave Dan's huge cock a few more licks before finally falling back onto Dan's giant torso, his mouth full of the taste of musclegod cum, his stomach warm with it as well. "Only a little got past me, big man..." Brandon sighed softly, "And someday, I hope to drink every last drop... Not waste one bit!" He laughed softly, and climbed up Dan's huge pecs, resting atop them while he looked at the face of his huge lover. He craned his neck forward, until his lips were a mere inch from Dan's. "You are delicious..." he breathed, before moving in for a kiss.

Dan tenderly kissed him for several minutes before they parted. "What about you? How can your muse inspire you now?" he asked, reaching a massive hand over to grope and massage Brandon's larger butt, appreciating the gain in muscle, how shapely and bubbled it made that ass, the firmness of it...

Brandon blushed, feeling Dan's powerful hands roam his ass. "I'm going to take that big cock of yours, you know. Gonna take it and ride it for all its worth... I just got to get to the right size... luckily, I've been growing, it seems." Brandon was more right than he knew, of course, not yet properly realizing that he had been growing during today's art and sex session. Instead, Brandon let his hands wander the expanse of Dan's gigantic chest, caressing and cupping the huge pecs, pushing back so that his strong glutes rubbed against the base of Dan's powerful shaft. "Just you wait, Dan... I'm gonna ride that huge cock of yours...

"Oh, I believe you. And I want that day, too. Everyone is too fuckin' small for me to fuck properly, I want that to change," he growled. It was the truth. He hadn't had a proper bout of anal sex since he'd moved! He wanted to get off Brandon today, though, so he took some of the used-up cum from his cock and lubed one of his fingers, pressing it between Brandon's luscious butt cheeks and pushing into his anus slowly but firmly. He felt Brandon's cock go stiff as a rod between their abs. It felt larger than nine inches now, maybe nine and a half... he was gonna have a real nice bulge to show off around town now!

Brandon gasped as he felt Dan's big digit penetrate him, felt it move up into him. "Oh... oh fuck... I can't believe... just a finger!" he gasped. He grabbed Dan's big pecs to steady himself, and then a wicked grin came over his face. He slowly let his hands travel outwards, until they came to Dan's thick nips. "How about doubling up in there, big man...?" Brandon purred, squirming a bit on Dan's big finger, while his own hands poked and prodded Dan's thick nips, teasing the big man. Brandon felt his dick press against Dan's powerful abs, and it only increased his desire.

"Aw, shit! Careful with those! They're real sensitive..." Dan gasped, his exhausted cock trying to throb back to life after feeling the stimulation in his chest. He put another finger along with the original into Brandon's ass, loosening him up and plunging deeper into his eager ass. Wow, what a hot guy Brandon was turning into!

Brandon's back arched as he felt a second finger enter his ass. A shiver ran through him, and his dick surged, pushing hard against Dan's powerful stomach. "Oh fuck yes....!" Brandon hissed, squeezing his ass around Dan's fingers, trying to pull them in. He took Dan's nipples between his fingers and started to pull and twist, knowing it would drive the big man wild, and wanting to produce exactly that! "Oh fuck yes, big man, loosen me up! Someday, I want that big cock in there!"

"Shit, Brandon!" Dan growled, his cock not being able to handle the stimulation and swelling back up to its full length and girth, looking red and bloated and angry. He was breathing hard as he still fingered the boy's ass, pushing a third inside, searching for Brandon's prostate. He needed to get him off!

Brandon howled, his strong legs trying to squeeze Dan's huge torso, but unable to get around Dan's huge bulk properly. His dick was so hard, so raw... he felt the fingers up his ass, stretching it further than he thought possible, opening him wide for something massive... but still, he did not think that he could take all of Dan. He felt Dan move into him forcefully, felt his big dick rub against Dan's huge abs in the process. He groaned with pleasure, giving Dan's nips a cruel twist, half to tease the big man, half because he couldn't hold on to anything else. His recently-enhanced cock throbbed, red and angry, and pulsed in anticipation. As Dan pumped his ass, Brandon groaned and howled, and finally, after much panting and grunting, he shot, his dick unloading its load all over Dan, cum shooting up between the huge musclefreak's pecs and running down his powerful abs, leading like a trail back to Brandon's cock. The smaller man shot for a while more, and then collapsed onto Dan's monster chest, breathing heavily, spent, as the last of his cum dripped out, pooling on Dan's giant abs.

The heat in the room had only gotten worse, the tampered thermostat and the hot sex making the boys both perspire, sweat making their skin stick together as well as the semen coating between the two of them. Dan tenderly rubbed Brandon's head and kissed it. "You were great, man. Real hot. You're a total teen stud," he told him, and he meant it. He looked smokin' hot. And he'd only get bigger, according to his plans.

Brandon chuckled softly, idly letting his fingers travel across Dan's huge torso. "Thanks Dan, but you're the total stud, and we both know it..." He put one of his legs back, making sure it would brush against Dan's huge cock. "And at some point, I am going to take that great big dick of yours. Just you wait." Brandon's laugh was nearly a giggle. "At least I have a replica to study now... so I know what I have to do..."

"Careful that the replica doesn't become outdated," Dan lustily warned with a devilish grin. "We're growing boys after all..." he tensed his pecs and gave Brandon's meatier ass a firm grip, to emphasize his point that the two boys were definitely on a journey together.

Brandon shuddered, feeling Dan's hand grip his recently-stretched ass. "Mm... you think so? Going to get even bigger?" He rubbed his leg up and down Dan's giant member. "Well I better get cracking then, so I can keep ahead of you. I don't care what it takes. I'm going to find a way to make my ass fuckable by that thing!" Brandon laughed, and glanced over at his sculpture. It was big, the clay replica. Bigger than any other man he'd ever seen, or even heard of. The thought of it getting even bigger made Brandon very, very horny...

[philat99]

I love your continuing saga!

[Mad Dog]

Thanks a lot! It may not be the most popular, but I have fun with it. :3

[muscl4life]

Oh, it IS popular my friend, believe me. People might be too shy to post, but they sure read your amazing saga!

We both know that being faithful to our tastes and writing about our fantasies, sharing them with other guys is the best encouragement to keep writing and you that really, really well! Congratulations again!

Cheers