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  1. Chilis

    Raised Boy

    Raised boy (The first storyteller “Dave” will not have any growth or involvement in sexual activities. I am warning just to let you know what you are reading first and what to expect. Only the other protagonist and second storyteller will get activity. Thank you) Dave perspective. I saw him for the first time wrestling with some kids in the yard of the adoption house. He was a beautiful green eyes, blonde hair, tanned skin boy. He was kind of taller than the other kids, but kind of skinny. I approached and just at the moment when he was pushing the other kid against the floor. He had a proud smirk in his face and he flexed his right arm while his left kept his opponent knocked down. His insignificant bicep came out. It was so little, but strong. It made me smile. -Hello there. He quickly realized I was watching and he standed up and cleaned his clothes. -Hello sir -he said nervously. The other kids, including the one this boy defeated in wrestling, stared at me with expectation. They were all orphans and they were expecting me to pick one of them home, they wanted to make a good impression, of course. I totally ignored the other kids and asked my new beautiful boy. -How old are you? -Eight -he answered shyly. -How are you called? -Jack, sir -he said. I nodded thoughtful. -You are mine now -I explained. He opened his eyes in awe and then smiled. A giggle came out from him and he looked at the other kids, challenging -I told y'all I will be picked soon. I am the best -he said and flexed both arms proudly. I felt happy for him. He would totally became the best. The adoption procedure was incredible fast. Well… considering that I have enough money to buy a complete city. I paid hundreds of dollars for that kid… even thought they could´ve give him to me for free… I was driving him to his new (and obviously mine) home. He was seated next to me and watched me with interest. -Can I call you dad now? -he suddenly asked. I laughed and looked at him. -I didn't adopt you to become your dad - I said. He gave me a looked between confused and disappointed. -You can call me Dave -I said- I am 23 years old, by the way. He nodded quietly. We kept the silence for a while until I spoke again. -For now on, you will make others call you “Master”, even me, is that clear? He frowned, confused about his new name. -Yes, sir. -And you won't call anyone “sir” or give any respect to them -I established. -Uh… ok. I smiled and gave him a little affection rub on his perfect blonde hair. Master was amazed when we took a ship and departure to the ocean. We arrived to the island (even if he didn't know, it was his island now) and headed to the mansion in one of my expensive cars. He was open-mouthed when he saw his new house. It was a ten floor mansion with a giant garden behind, in which were fields for any sport (soccer, football, tennis, running…) We got inside and I showed him around. There was a giant table where he would eat and a restaurant-like kitchen where he wouldn't have to be any time, because the best chef would cook for him healthy and delicious food. There was two pools and a jacuzzi inside the mansion, and a little movie theater. He made a confused expression when he realized that the rest of the mansion was a giant gym. There were several floors filled of gym machines. I didn't say anything about it, yet. Finally I showed him his room. It the size of a normal house actually. He had a gigantic bed and two bathrooms inside. For his surprise, there were even more exercising machines inside, and even weirder for him, painting of perfect muscular (and not existing) men all over the walls. He sat down on the border of his bed and looked at me, waiting for answers. I smiled and sat next to him. I kept myself silent. -Why are there so many work out machines? -he asked. -For you -I simply answered. -For me? -Yes, Master, they are for you -I started explaining- I won't be your dad, you won't have a family, or school, or friends. You will stay in this island, forever. I saw fear in his eyes and some tears came out of them. I sighed. -Listen, don´t you think you are better than anybody else? He looked away, thinking about the question. -I am not, that ridiculous -he said- But… I guess I was way better than some kids in the orphanage I grabbed his arm and he looked at me with his beautiful emerald green eyes. -You will become a god, do you listen to me? -I said- I will make you a god, Master. You will be the strongest kid ever, the most handsome and strong. You will dedicate your life to be strong, healthy, powerful. Nothing else. I saw a little boner in this pants. He looked at it. -What is that? -he said. I laughed. -That… is how much you like being yourself. I left the island for business and left Jack (Master) with his new servants. I hired ten men gym instructors for him, and the instructions from me were “to train my boy since day 1, all day, at all the time”. Make his muscles explode of pain. And so they did (because I paid them an unimaginable amount of money for it, obviously). They wake up Master at 6am in the morning. He went to breakfast with all his ten trainers and shared the table. One of my chef gave Jack a weird drink with a special drug (that the boy know it was in there) created to make extremely hungry the user. Master drank and immediately started eating insanely all the scrambled eggs, bacon, waffles, and all kind of food they served him. He finished one food and he would go for the next. The cookers kept getting out food for the boy while he was eating like a wild animal. The trainers looks uncomfortable while the kid growled and chew noisily and uncontrolled. At the fifth time the chef brought food, Jack stopped and smiled satisfactorily while he pat his now growth tummy. Then the boy had a whole two hours to watch something in the in home-movie theater and go to the bathroom… The second thing wasn't so nice after the whole food he ate. Then the gym trainers took him to the machines. They gave my boy another drink, this time for “energy purposes”. It was actually a drug to give him incredible stamina, strength and energy. After he drank it, Jack felt s spurt in his body. He felt his heart and immediately he demanded to the trainers to make him do some activity. They got the boy to lift incredible heavy weights that shouldn't be allowed or healthy for an eight years old kid to lift, but that didn't matter to Jack. The drug drove him wild, he lifted more than his muscles could and heavier than his body would be ever able to handle without the drug. He pushed his limits, roaring with every push and crying of the pain his muscles were getting. Still he was smiling, and his little boy dick was rock hard, even if he didn't know why or what that supposed to mean, From time to time the drug would increase its effect and Master would scream random things like “I AM SO STRONG!”, “I NEED MORE WEIGHT” or simply roared like a wild beast, pushing the weight bars faster and getting more series than they trainers told him. He kept hours lifting, jumping, stretching and pulling. His muscles were on fire, but he didn't feel tired. The whole time he had his little boner in his pants, even without realizing it. Then the same scene of breakfast was repeated at lunch. Another drink, another gigantic amount of food getting into the kid's body. Next the workout was continued with another dose of the energy drug. Then again the savage eating at dinner and the same work out the rest of the night until Master went to bed. This routine was kept for weeks. Then months. Then years. He was never allowed to “chill out” or have free time. He would work out all day five days per week. In the weekends, Master could pick many of the sports available for him. And the whole time the ten trainers would be there, pushing him to lift more, to exercise more, to eat more. I would visit time to time. He would hug me covered in sweat and breathing like a wild lion every time I came to visit. Every time I saw him he became taller, stronger and more handsome... Many years passed and Master nineteenth birthday was finally there. By the time, I hadn't seen him for two years, since he was 17. I arrived one Saturday. I expected him to be relaxing, swimming or playing soccer, but for my surprise he was working out, alone. -Hello there, my boy -I said when I approached him. He looked at me and smiled while he finished the last lift of weights. -Dave! You are here! -he said and came to hug me. He was now taller than me. I was tall, but he was now one head taller than me. He was so used to be covered in sweat, like if it was his natural habitat now, so I got some of it on while my head hit his hard chest. He hurted my back with the hug because of how strong he was now. He let me go and I gave a look at him, while he smiled at me, breathing heavily. He became so perfect in this years. His green eyes and blonde hair were brighter than ever, and he had developed a perfect and manly cheekbone. But his body, oh, his body. He had a neck strong enough to be a tree trunk. His shoulders and back were incredible wide (and I could look at it because he didn't wear any shirt anymore). His pecs were huge, round and you could see every fiber of the muscle in them. He had eight abs perfectly aligned and hard enough to be a brick wall. He was wearing some very tightened shorts (and only that and sport shoes) and I could see his legs standing and holding the rest of his body gloriously. His squads were huge and hard as steel. I knew those legs could break the bones of anybody's body it someone get trapped between them and he pushed. His calves were round, strong, veiny and looked hard enough to be rocks. They had the shape of diamond and even not flexed they emanate some kind of aura of stability and strength. Master´s biceps were gigantic too. Round like baseballs and huge like melons. Every part of his arm´s muscle could be seen under the skin, and they were unflexed now. Also his forearms were firm, strong, solid and defined. Every muscle of Jack was big, but also defined and sherred. He looked like a combination of a bodybuilder, a swimmer and acrobat athlete. Maybe because he was all of them… -You are such a god, Master -I said. He immediately smirked and put a hand inside his shorts, massaging his dick like if it was the most common thing to do. -I am, uh? -he said- Thank to you, I am superior to everyone. -I´m glad you are thankful about that -I said and looked at his hand masturabting his dick- Could you stop that? You know I am not gay. He raised his eyebrows and laughed. -You can't tell me what to do, Dave -he said and started masturbating faster. He flexed his chest and his muscles popped with power and hardness. -Look at me -he said- I am stronger than you, I can do what I want. I nodded. -You are right -I agreed- But you have been alone here for a long time. You need some sexual attention. He took out his hand from the shorts and grabbed me by the shoulders, he raised me making my feet leave the floor and put my head close to his. -And you will give me that, don´t you? -he said in a youngish but manly voice- Even if you don't like men you desire me. Everyone does. I see how horny my trainers get all day close to me, they feel my muscles power and can't control themselves. Even the people of the kitchen love to watch while I´m eating. I´ve seen some of them jerking off in secret while they look at me… His hands grabbed me stronger and I winced in pain. His biceps got hard and both of us looked at them in awe. He smiled and bit his lips, horny. -Even myself wishes I could fuck myself -he said- I always jerk off looking at the mirror. I am so strong. Look at my bicep! It is the strongest arm ever! He dropped me on the floor and started kissing his right bicep with over exaggerated passion, while he started masturbating again with his left hand. I laughed. Everything he said was true. I desired him, like anybody else, but I was not into men. -I brought a present from the outside -I suddenly mentioned. Master kept kissing his bicep but his eyes looked at me with interested. -Come here, son -I said, but I wasn't talking to Jack. A latin looking boy came into the huge gym. He had brown hair and blue eyes, he was very skinny but also incredible cute. He was MY real boy, my actual son, from my wife. -This is Carlos, my son -I explained to Master- He is 18 and he's all yours...
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