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Another insanely awesome chapter, I loved that you did a little background on how he got so strong, just waking up one day with enough power to punch a hole through concrete and getting stronger every day since, and now? Well, according to him, he could defeat 300 guys the size of the guys in the weightroom put together, something I would mind seeing put into practice, like a tug of war, 300 guys against just him, maybe it's so easy for him he doesn't even need to use 2 hands! Maybe not even all his fingers on one hand even! I look forward to more!

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14 minutes ago, xmrr20a said:

This is such a fantastic story! Is it going to be continued? I'm checking pack every day to see what's going to happen next.

Yes.  I hope to post a new chapter soon.  Thanks for reading it.  

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Gonna have to agree with everyone else here, these stories are amazing. These are the kinds of things I love to RP about, but somehow you do a fantastic job of rubbing in how skinny and weak-looking the guy is. Easily one of my favorite stories ever.

If anyone wants to RP/chat something like this, I'm chelon#1531 on Discord.

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Adventure Number Three – Continued

 

These three wrestlers were probably some of the biggest guys on campus.  Did their size make it easier for them to assume the role of the bully?  Or was there some traumatic incident from their childhood that made them look for opportunities to emphasize their maleness by picking on someone smaller and weaker?  Here I was, this nerdy, pint-sized, kind of effeminate freshman that probably weighed the same amount as one of their muscled legs, but they were looking at me with pleading, don’t hurt us faces.  I could feel a certain amount of awareness of what made a bully tick – what made a guy feel like making someone else feel less than or dominated.  I was still in touch with my true inner self to know not to give into my urge to do anything to them simply for pleasure.  The reprimand needed to equal the offense.  I got off on my power, that needed to always be said and held up to the light.  I wanted to own that part of my personality, completely, so it didn’t rule everything I felt.  I wanted to teach these guys a lesson, have a little fun at the same time, and be able to think back on my feats of strength later on so they could fuel my jerk-off sessions.  I grabbed a few undemolished dumbbells from a rack near the mats where we were about to start our wrestling session.  I held them out to two of the guys.

 

“Here, pound my abs with these and use all of your strength.  I want to see if I can feel anything.”

 

I detected a glimmer of pleasure in the faces of all three men.  I think they were worried that I was going to pound their bodies into pulp with the weights, and when I invited them to blast away at me with their full strength I could tell it excited them.  I was beginning to realize that all guys – gay, straight, big, small, whatever – found strength and power hot and exciting.  The pack always follows the alpha, right?  Sometimes, the smallest dude in the mafia was the leader, the boss man – with huge behemoths doing his bidding with enthusiasm and joy that seemed baffling.  But there are also big strong men that get off on meeting smaller, but more powerful guys.  I had clearly stumbled on three guys that secretly had this fetish.  Two of the dudes started swinging the thick dumbbells into my stomach with all of their might – moaning loudly when my abs absorbed the pounding without any problem and my body didn’t move at all.  Watching iron strike your stomach and you don’t feel a thing can be pretty amazing.  Both big men tried their hardest to get me to acknowledge their assault in some way.  I simply looked at my fingernails like some non-caring receptionist, totally oblivious to their pounding.  I reached out and grabbed both guys by their more than hefty traps muscles.  I squeezed, not hard enough to do damage, but hard enough to make them immediately stop swinging the dumbbells.  I could sense how little effort I would have to exert to really hurt them, but I didn’t give into those urges.  I was here to teach lessons, not to disable someone. 

 

“I might as well have given you feathers, fellas.  I felt nothing,” I said and loved how it made them all moan. 

 

I picked up one of the big guys, held him over my head to the delight of his pals, and then tossed him into the other two, knocking them all to the ground.  I did it just because I could.  And the fact that it would thrill them.  Sure enough, they were quickly all back on their feet, like puppies begging for a second treat.  My brain opened up to a previous uncontemplated thought – this is what was addictive for bullies.  This power to do things like toss guys around as if they were pillows – or something even lighter.  The only real difference between these guys and what I did was that my intention wasn’t to hurt others.  I played with them because they liked it.  I guess if a bully could be turned gay, if he wasn’t already, and find a guy that was into him showing off his power he might not need to be a bully at all.  It was an interesting revelation.  I contemplated it as the three big dudes rushed me and I simply raised my forearms to block them, making all three bounce off hard and go back down to the ground.  Again, they were up quickly - back on their feet, ready for more.  These guys were insatiable.  I had this strange feeling they wouldn’t be completely satisfied unless there were a few bones broken – me showing them in the most powerful way how much stronger I was than the three of them – put together.  Well, that wasn’t going to happen, so they’d just have to settle for being worn out by a dweeb.  One of them rushed me again and I threw my arms around him as my body easily withstood him plowing into me.  He was too big to enable my hands to meet in back, because of my short arms, but those strong things could still squeeze.  His feet came off the floor as I tightened my arms and leaned back.  He let out a loud scream-moan as I unleashed my power on his torso.  I was barely compressing my arms but I knew it felt like the Hulk was hugging him.  His breathing seemed strained and I knew I was squeezing the air out of him.  How easy it would have been to snap his back, but that wasn’t who I was.  Suddenly, the other two big guys jumped on us – clearly intending to bring me down.  I easily stood my ground and held three big dudes off the ground, latched on to me like leeches.  I decided walking around would really send their excitement through the roof.

 

“Fellas, you don’t even feel like a light jacket draped on me.  See how easy it is for me to walk around.  Damn, three grown men as light as air.  I could shake this puny body hard and send you guys soaring across the gym.  Wanna feel that, guys?  Wanna go sailing through the air like a bird just because this little man decided to give a powerful shrug?  No need to answer, I can feel all of you shivering with delight.  So, you in the bear hug – you’re turning blue.  I’m thinking I need to let some air into those lungs, huh?   Yeah, let’s lessen that squeeze.  Wow, listen to that deep inhale.  You were definitely oxygen deprived.  So, I’ve been wandering around with the three on top of me for a while, now.  You’d think a puny guy like me would feel something, right?  Not a thing, fellas.  You’re as insignificant as a little snowflake to me.  I’m this petite flower of a man hoisting around three big muscled wrestlers like someone packed the strength of Hulk, Superman, and Thor into just one of my weenie arms.  What’s with the moaning, fellas?  It’s like porn to you when I talk about how small I am, isn’t it?  That so turns me on.”

 

I’d never had three big strong college athletes groping me at the same time – especially as I easily did squats with all three of their bodies attached to me – each of them having to bend their legs when I went down because they were so much taller than I was.  At that moment, I wished I was big enough to bear hug all three of them at the same time – to squeeze the breath out of three huge wrestlers simultaneously was seriously hot.  I had to settle for my short limbs barely reaching around one of them, but being able to hug him so tight he’d cum like a tube of toothpaste squirting – but it wasn’t time for that right now.  I was having too much fun.  I was a tiny alpha with a pack of huge wrestler dudes.  They were ready to do whatever I asked because they knew I could make them do it.  Who would have figured power could be so intoxicating?  I shook my body lightly, but it still sent the two guys who had jumped me flying and they hit the mats with a loud thud.  I also dropped the dude I had been hugging and he laid there like a wet rag – still struggling to get air.  I threw my arms into a most muscular pose and growled.  I looked like one of those wimps in a before, not after, picture for one of those fake bodybuilding ads in the back of comic books.  I’m sure I looked ridiculous, but it actually impressed my onlookers.    

 

“How does it feel to be dominated by a squirt, fellas.  Some guys would be ashamed that their big muscled body wasn’t able to take down a wimpy shrimp.  You three, however, seem to like getting defeated . . . you seem to like it a lot.  Power is power, right?  Doesn’t matter what a guy looks like if he can pick up a dumbbell and smash it easily.  Some muscle cars look weak and small, but when you rev up that powerful engine, most dudes instantly sport a little wood.  A powerful machine is just something that can impress most men.  A powerful man does the same thing.  It so doesn’t matter that I’m less than half the size of even one of you.  What do you want to see, fellas?”

 

One of the guys handed me an iron plate that was basically the size of my entire upper torso.   The dude definitely wanted to play and I was right there with him.  I knew just how to please.  It took both hands of the guy to pass the big thing to me, but I put one finger through the hole in the middle and held it perfectly steady without any problem.  There was instantly a chorus of moans and all three athletes started openly rubbing their crotches.  I guess we had passed the point of modesty or the fear of appearing gay.  Strength had a way of doing that.  My onlookers just wanted to see my power – they didn’t care about anything else.  That so turned me on, too.  I put two more of my small fingers and my thumb into the hole and then started fanning them out, slowly.  Just a simple widening of my fingers.  Each guy stopped breathing as he saw the opening in the middle of the plate start to expand.  I was using only my fingers to stretch iron like it was just a rubber band.  Soon the cavity was much bigger and I put two fingers from my other hand inside it, as well.   With two small-ish fingers of both of my tiny hands I started to pull the iron plate apart.  It was like I was merely ripping a cotton ball apart.  Iron being torn in two can be quite noisy, also.  The sound definitely increased the crotch rubbing happening in front of me.  The gym was filled with iron giving up and letting my fingers abuse it – as if it were just paper.  The plate soon ripped completely in two.

 

“Look at that fellas, mighty mouse tearing iron apart the same way you guys might pull a tortilla in two.  It feels awesome to pull apart something supposedly indestructible and too strong for human hands.  I can see that you guys like the show as much as I do.  That’s some powerful crotch rubbing, guys.  Now let’s put the two pieces together and rip those apart at the same time.”

 

You would have thought the three guys were kids going to the circus for the first time.  They crowded around my feet to watch the show.  I slapped the two torn pieces of metal together, turned them sideways and ripped them in two again the way a child might manipulate two pieces of bread.  I grunted a little just to make the guys think this was a task that gave me a little resistance, when in truth it was a breeze.  My crotch throbbed with joy at the idea that iron would yield to the power of my hands so easily.  I then started crumpling the shredded iron into a blob – just squeezing as easily as someone else would wad up a piece of paper.  The big plate was now the size of a baseball.  I knew it still weighed as much as it had before, I had just rearranged its molecular structure – so I tossed it up and down in the air like a coin, just to impress my worshippers.  Their gaze followed it up and down in the air – amazed beyond what they ever could have imagined.  I loved how you could see imprints of my small fingers in the iron ball as it was toss up and down by one small palm. 

 

“Look at you guys – dudes who used to bully anyone smaller than you – now worshipping a short skinny geek like he was some magnificent deity granting all of your wishes.  Want me to be your little genie, fellas?  Want me to make all of your strength fantasies come true.  My, how the tables have turned.  So, here’s the deal my worshipping big jocks.  This mighty mouse isn’t going to make any dreams come true unless you three choose a new path, turn over a new leaf, and become new men.  Do you understand?  Wow, look how fast all of you nodded in agreement.  You three are a bunch of verified power sluts, aren’t you?  Again, with the head bobbing.  What if all your wrestling buddies knew you’ve been stroking your meat because of little old me?  Getting major hard-ons just because some dweeb has the strength of the Hulk in his scrawny body.  Man, I love converting bullies.  I just want to make sure you understand what I’ll do if I hear you three have even spoke negatively about another guy.  As you watch me squeeze the hell out of this iron ball in my powerful hand, I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you if I hear you’ve forgotten our little talk.”

 

I caught the now compacted iron plate in my palm, held it in the air, wrapped my short fingers around it as much as I could, and started to squeeze.  It looked easy, because it was.  Making something so solid, so strong yield to my hand was such an incredible rush to my cock.  I knew I had to be careful, because my dick had so much power it would easily burst through my underwear if I didn’t contain my excitement.  My huge worshippers did not have that same worry.  They watched my hand with so much unabashed pleasure I knew we’d have three sticky crotches before I was done.  Iron seeped out between my fingers as I squeezed so hard the ball of iron turned into a smashed flattened blob of metal that showed my fingers and thumb perfectly.  It looked like a child’s kindergarten art project that they’d give to their parents so mom and dad would remember how small they were at one time.  I let the destroyed plate fall to the ground with a thud.  As anticipated, three crotches erupted as soon as the fellas saw the mangled blob on the mat below.  It was too much for them to know that thing had once been a heavy plate they’d struggle with to put on the end of a bar for intense lifting.  Finally, after the spasms of their orgasms subsided, they broke away from their transfixed gaze on the crushed iron and looked at little me.  I had my hands on my hips so my skinny arms were out at my side – a classic Superman pose. 

 

“So, here’s the ground rules.  My super strength is our little secret.  Got it?  Yeah, that’s it – just nod in agreement.  If you break that rule or if you’re ever mean to anyone again I’ll first tell everyone how you three are into little dudes.  Then, I’ll come for a visit and we’ll find a part of your body that I can treat the same way as I just did that light-as-hell plate.  I’m not sure bones will rearrange themselves the same way iron does as I squeeze.  It’s just plain and simple, you’re nice guys now.  You see a little man struggling in the gym, you’re going to be right there to help him.  Let’s have those nods in agreement.  Yeah, that’s my three big wimp pigs – getting off on my tiny man power.  So, you’re also going to have to confess to destroying school property – the door, the walls, the weights.  It will be kind of a bonus for you, though – people will think you’re really strong.  We’ll all know the truth though, won’t we?  So, I’m glad we had this chat.  I’m glad I helped you three have some powerful orgasms.  But I’m mostly happy that I got to show off and you are now changed men.  I’ve got to be off now, so I can get off.  Aw, look at those puppy dog faces.  Don’t worry, when you least expect it I’ll drop by for another night of strength feats.  Meanwhile, I don’t think you’ll be forgetting me any time soon.  Night, fellas.”    

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Absolutely incredible!!!! Pushes every button for me man. You are an amazing storyteller!!! I cannot wait for the next installment!!   Secretly wished he had used some super  lung power to blow that "softball" up like a balloon for those boys. I'll be watching for the  next adventure of our mighty mouse!

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You're amazing! I love how they big jocks got off on the "wimpy little man" and his tiny feat. I'm looking forward to another chapter.  Just a thought, what if he had to stop security officers from bullying? (Believe me they do it, too.) Keep up the great job and I can hardly wait for more to cum. 

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Awesome writing again, I just love how he continues to show off his insane strength with feat after impossible feat, all of which are easy to him as ripping apart a piece of tin foil is to the normal man, but instead of tinfoil, it's a piece of thick, heavy, strong metal. I cannot wait for more! I hope we get to see him lift and destroy a car, perhaps even a Humvee. Keep up the great work!

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