Scanning The Folks 'round The Park That Fits The Bill To Follow His Footstep As The Frat's Latest Convert

Scanning the folks 'round the park that fits the bill to follow his footstep as the frat's latest convert

Arab uncle drains his nephew

Samir yawned and stretched as he got out of bed, his dusky olive skin contrasting against the crisp white of his cotton thobe. At 45, the Lebanese father of three was starting to feel his age. He caught a glimpse of himself in the ornate gilt-framed mirror and sighed. While he'd never been a large man, his formerly lean physique was starting to soften, his stomach rounding out above his sirwal and his arms losing their wiry tone.

"Yallah, I need to start exercising again," he muttered to himself, stroking his neatly trimmed beard.

As he headed to the bathroom, he nearly collided with a wall of tawny muscle. His nephew Tariq, who was staying with them for the summer, loomed in the doorway, his skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat from his morning prayers and calisthenics. The 20-year-old was an absolute Adonis, his tall, powerful frame packed with perfectly sculpted brawn, straining the seams of his sleeveless white thobe. His traditional red and white shemagh was slightly askew, untamed black curls peeking out, framing his striking aquiline features and smoldering dark eyes.

"Sabah al-khair, 'Ammu Samir," Tariq rumbled in his deep, resonant baritone, his voice rich with the musical cadence of Levantine Arabic. "You look like you could use some cardamom coffee to put some pep in your step, old man. I know your constitution isn't what it used to be."

Samir flushed, biting back a retort. "Shukran, but I think I can manage," he said stiffly. It was just good-natured ribbing, he told himself, even as he felt a pang of envy at Tariq's effortless virility. What he wouldn't give for a taste of that youthful power and vigor.

As he brushed past Tariq into the bathroom, their bare arms touched. Instantly, Samir felt a jolt of electricity crackle through him. He gasped, bracing himself against the marble sink as a wave of dizziness washed over him. In the mirror, he swore his reflection was... changing?

Before his eyes, the soft flab melted off his frame. His midsection tightened, hints of abs peeking through the gap in his thobe. His arms and legs regained the lean, wiry musculature of his youth, his biceps filling out the sleeves of his undershirt. His slouched shoulders straightened and broadened, his posture improving to project a newfound confidence. He looked robust, vital, like a man ten years younger.

Tariq suddenly shuddered in the mirror behind him and Samir startled. Was his nephew slouching? Samir could have sworn that he used to be eye level with the boy's plump pecs, but now he was staring right into their center.

"Mashallah, 'Ammu, looking good," Tariq said, clapping a massive paw on Samir's newly sturdy shoulder. "A few months training with me and inshallah, you'll be almost as big and strong as your nephew, eh?"

He threw Samir a wink and sauntered out, his sandaled feet nearly cracking the marble tile with each heavy step. Samir shook his head wryly. Tariq had always been a big boy - clearly took after his father's side. Perhaps with this newfound energy, he would take the young man up on his offer to get back in shape.

...

A few days later, Samir found himself in the makeshift gym in the garage, spotting Tariq as he benched a truly prodigious amount of weight, grunting Arabic encouragements. Tariq's performance was flagging slightly, his reps slower and more labored than last week. He was still monstrously strong, but perhaps not the utterly untouchable mountain of power he'd been before.

As they racked the weights and sat up, Tariq's sweaty arm brushed Samir's... and again, that electric jolt, that head rush. Samir watched in awe as his own arms seemed to swell before his eyes, his biceps and triceps growing, pulsing with vascular striations. His shoulders broadened, stretching his sweat-soaked sleeveless tee. Pectoral muscles barreled out above his tight six-pack, two brawny slabs of beef heaving with new mass.

It was as if he'd gained 20 lbs of muscle on the spot. He looked like he lifted seriously now, his frame dense with carved, powerful sinew and brawn. Tariq, on the other hand, while still unquestionably huge and imposing, seemed slightly... diminished. A little shorter, a tad less impossibly broad and thick. He looked more like the biggest, buffest guy at the mosque now rather than an avatar of masculine perfection.

"Wallahi, 'Ammu!" Tariq exclaimed, a note of surprise and something almost like unease creeping into his usually unflappably cocky tone. "What's your secret? I swear you get bigger by the day!"

Samir just smirked and flexed a bulging bicep, feeling a thrill as he watched his nephew's gaze widen with shock and awe at the size and definition. "Maybe you've been slacking on the halal meat, son," he teased. "Need to get more protein to maintain those gains."

Tariq just laughed, but there was a strained quality to it, his dark eyes flickering with an unsettled light. "We'll see, old man. Race you to the shisha lounge?"

He took off, and if his stride was a bit less than its usual loping, ground-devouring, leg-powered swagger, Samir didn't comment. He followed at an easier pace, enjoying the unfamiliar heft and solidity of his new, enhanced muscles. Something had shifted between them, and they could both feel it.

...

A week later, Samir woke up feeling like a new man. No, like a king, a titan, a conqueror of old. He practically bounded out of bed, 250 lbs of densely packed, heavily striated Arab muscle quivering and flexing with coiled power. He felt invincible, brimming with vitality, virility, and masculine energy straining to be unleashed.

He caught sight of himself in the mirror and had to stifle a shout of triumphant joy. He was magnificent, his tall, heroically proportioned body an anatomy chart of musculature, all broad planes and deep cuts and hulking, vein-streaked brawn. His thobe had ridden up as he slept, exposing a mastodon cock throbbing half-mast against his deeply corrugated abs, a thick, wrist-thick pillar of pride and potency. His heavy balls churned visibly in their overstuffed sack, swollen with seed and the sacred essence of a true alpha.

"Allahu akbar," Samir breathed reverently. He was a living incarnation of the male ideal now, a pinnacle of strength and virility that surpassed any man he had ever known - including, he realized with a dark thrill, his nephew Tariq. He could feel it in his gigantic, steel-cable muscles, his raging monsoon of testosterone-fueled might - he was the dominant one now, the apex predator. Tariq had nothing on him anymore.

As if on cue, there was a tentative knock on the door. "'Ammu Samir?" came Tariq's voice, reedy and thin in contrast to the booming bass Samir remembered. "I, uh, I think there may have been a mixup with our clothes at the laundry. I seem to have shrunk out of a lot of mine somehow..."

"Faddal," Samir called, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that vibrated through his cavernous chest. Enter.

The boy who slunk through the door was barely recognizable as the swaggering erotic demigod of a few weeks ago. Oh, he was still handsome enough in a coltish, pretty boy way, with an athletic swimmer's build, but next to Samir's towering, mega-muscled hypermasculinity he looked downright scrawny. His eyes widened to saucers and his full lips parted in an audible gasp as he took in his uncle's massive, naked body, his gaze immediately drawn to the throbbing log of manflesh sitting heavily atop Samir's deeply ribbed washboard midsection.

"M-Maa shaa' Allah, 'Ammu," Tariq stammered, face flushed, a visible tenting rising in his loose sirwal. "You... what... I mean... Subhan Allah, you're enormous..."

"Alhamdulillah," Samir purred, flexing his planetoid biceps with a low growl of power, his pecs and lats flaring out even wider, his cock jumping and pulsing against his abs. "What's wrong, little one? Never seen a real man before? Intimidated to be in the presence of your true alpha uncle?"

Tariq made a small, choked noise, his eyes glazing over with lust and worship, his lithe body trembling. The boy was clearly in thrall to Samir's extreme muscularity, the raw sexual power and masculinity rolling off him in waves. He looked ready to fall to his knees and service his supreme elder on the spot.

"Don't worry, nephew. You'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with your new place," Samir rumbled, voice thick with sadistic amusement, reaching out to roughly palm Tariq's pretty face with one huge, calloused mitt. "Wallahi, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. By the time I'm done with this little zakar of yours, you'll be my perfect little eromenos. The only thing that overactive aql of yours will be able to think about is worshipping your 'Ammu's ripped, massive body."

Slowly, almost tenderly, he pushed his thumb into Tariq's slack mouth, making the boy gag and sputter as he forced it in up to the knuckle.

"Shh, shh, just submitted," Samir crooned darkly as Tariq's eyes bulged and watered, weakly trying to pull away. "Salim and accept your place, little one. You're going to become very familiar with parts of 'Ammu much bigger than this."

And with his other hand, he reached down and grabbed the root of his titanically engorged manhood, slowly, almost lovingly smacking his nephew's spit-slick cheek with the girthy, vein-ravaged shaft.

"Mmm, such a pretty little face," he groaned, his voice a low Arabic growl. "Going to look even better stretched around my horse cock. Open up, 'azizi. Your new life as 'Ammu's sharmuta starts now."

And with that, he pulled his thumb out only to replace it with the blunt, leaking head of his inhumanly huge erection, groaning in pure alpha male bliss as he watched his nephew's throat visibly distend and bulge obscenely around his girth.

Oh yes, this was going to be very good indeed, Samir thought as he prepared to orally break in his new fuck toy. And it was only the beginning of Tariq's training to be the perfect submissive receptacle for his dominant alpha seed...

I caught the local gym bro after I spiked his proteïne, before he left the gym. Locked into my basement in magical chains I had this blessed man into my control.

The chains drain him and give it all to me, I grew younger, taller and more handsome. Fat melted from my body revealing a shredded physique and while he withered away into a frail twink, my muscles grew. I forced him to workout there just to take away whatever he gained.

I felt my underwear straining as it thickens, his famous horse sized cock shriveled while mine became like a baseball bat. My bald growing to the size of oranges I left him there to use my new goods.

I found the nearest local twink, plowed him, hollowed his hole out with my monster cock. I nearly split him in half and as I could still feel my body change I filled him with thick white cream. The boy now broken, gaping and full with seed I left satisfied. I found my new self fitted me good.

I did have a great physique, muscled and lean. Most men on Grindr swooning and throwing themselves at me. I would be lying if I didn’t had plenty of cock to choose from, but in the end most were just ugly or not my type. I needed a big powerful top, with a bigger cock and muscles to hold me down with. I would have loved to be a top, unfortunately I had the smallest balls and the tiniest cock compared to anyone I have ever met. My cock erect is barely two inches, u trained like a monster, as difficult as it is I gained little muscle. I have been training for 10 years and I look like I just joined the gym.

Been a long time since I dated someone my type, I just had some guys fucking my hole from the back, just because they were hung. Their big dick stretching my hole perfectly, I had the best orgasmes because of those huge monsters rubbing against my g-spot.

One day I saw his profile, barely few hundred meters from me. His body is huge, tall and muscled just as I liked them. His profile said he is a full top, into sub bttms that can handle the double digits. The moment I was reading it, the phone buzzed and it was him texting me. A simple hi, and a “into?” followed. He proceeded showing off some hot pics of himself.

I replied I look for a powerful dominant top, to use me like his little sub. He asked if I could come now, I told him I had to prepare first but am able to. He texted me his adres and within 30 minutes I got over to him.

He opened the door in just his shorts, he let me in and I already saw his cock showing through the shorts. I didn’t realize he was this big, standing tall at 7 feet and 290 lbs in weight. This hulking behemoth embraced me as soon as the door closed. He kissed me shortly before lifting me up and carried me as we kept kissing. My hands feeling his big muscled back.

He threw me on my back, and got on top of me. I grabbed his pecs as he moved his big paws across my body. He slowly took off my pants and underwear, as well as my shirt. He said I look very cute and proceeded with licking his finger and put it ih my hole. He added another one, he fingered my little hole, telling how tight it feels. When I reached out to feel his hard cock, which almost was bursting through his shorts he pulled it out. The thick huge meat was uncut, the moment he pulled it out and I saw the head of his dick looking incredibly thick and the rest of the shaft just as thick. He pulled me in closer, I opened my mouth and started sucking him. I pulled the skin back a bit, revealing those thick veins on it as well. He groaned as he pushed back, trying to go in deeper in my throat. The big man asked if I can handle it, his 10.5 inch monster. I looked him in the eyes, being honest i never tried this size before and didn’t know. He pulled something from the side of the bed, showing me a little bottle and telling me this will help.

I kept sucking on his meat, it barely bit in my mouth how thick it was. I think my fist had the same thickness. He played with my hole, I think he had four fingers in when he said it is time. He held the bottle in front of me, opened it up and ordered me to breath it in deep. I took one deep breath, he said to me good boy, I took another deep breath, he held it still before me as I took another deep breath. I felt funny, kinda dizzy as he said good boy one more. I did what he asked and did one more deep breath of it. He got on top of me, folded my legs and added a big glob of lube on my hole and covered his cock with more. Right after that he went in me, only I felt no pain. He easily went in, my hole just opening up, it feels so good as he went in deeper. The guy said that’s the bottle, opening you up and relaxing that pretty hole, amazing what poppers can do for a hung alpha like me.

He thrusted in whole cock in me, his huge balls slamming against my ass. I saw in his eyes the pure joy, he loved my tight hole. I had the best view, his big pecs and abs within reach and I did feel those big muscles while he pounded me firmly. He switched it up and used me in doggy position as well. His big hands pulling me in with every thrust made me cum hands free. I moaned as he stretched me out with no remorse. Suddenly it hit me, I never saw him putting on a condom. When he changed position again, putting me on the edge of the bed and my legs in the air with him standing in between I looked and he was using me bare. I had difficulty talking as he again went on with pounding my little body, I told him we should have used protection. He laughed, he said his dick will never feel a rubber around it. He said a pretty boy like me should be filled with his thick seed. He laughed as he said maybe that proteïne and testosterone I might get some size. It didn’t matter, right now he had me hitting waves of pleasure as his cock hits deep in me. His sweat dripping from his body, falling on me whenever he reaches down to kiss me. His pecs bouncing with each thrust looked so hot. When he really started to pound me, something in me felt like it snapped. Deep in my hole it felt different but really good.

The hunk his face changed as he roared loudly, praising me and my hole. Apparently he reached something deep in me and it felt beyond great. He went on with that my hole is milking his big fat cock like a pro right now. I didn’t know what he meant, but sure it felt amazing for me too.

Then he said he is going to cum, I looked as I saw his balls shocking up and down while I felt his thick load filling me up. He moaned, saying he never felt a hole milking him like this. He said my hole is milking him so good right now, he climbed on top of the bed. His cock still balls deep in me, he moved me with is powerful muscles more on the bed to make room for him. There he hovered on top of me, my legs wrapped around his body, his cock throbbing in me shooting ropes of cum in me. He told me my hole is still milking him, how it feels like I’m just milking him dry right now. He kissed me, his tongue in my throat while I felt his cum deep in me. He commented in between our kisses he never experienced this much cum coming from his balls. I just held on, his cock as hard as it could get, his whole body dripping with sweat on me. I held on to his big arms, but I started to feel like they weren’t as big as they were a few moments ago. I looked at them and saw them shrinking down with each burst of cum he pumped into me. I panicked and told him to pull out, he responded with no way. He didn’t want this to stop, it felt too good. He didn’t seem to care, his big body shrinking down before my eyes. Those big pecs fading away, just as his wide broad shoulders.

I begged him to pull out, something is wrong you are losing muscle. It snapped him out of his trance and panicked as well. He replied with, dude what the hell are you doing. How are you stealing my muscle, I didn’t even notice my body had been growing. My arms and chest now looking like a train.

He said he can’t pull out, his dick is stuck and just milking in his cock. In between the panicking, another orgasm hit him, again he blasted a thick load into me. It occurred to me, he still looked bulked up like a bull. He is still big, but maybe. I tried rolling over, he is still much stronger than me. However, his dick being milked he could not resist as he came again. I got us in the position where he had to lay on his back and I can ride that dick.

I straddled his cock, getting in a proper position and then I rode that cock. It felt so good having this all in me, riding it like a cowboy. This way he had no chance of resisting, he came over and over. He rapidly started to lose size, I had to keep adjusting myself to compensate my own growth. His body itself started to shrink down, getting smaller and smaller. I felt suddenly my own cock flopping around, I looked and saw it just getting bigger and bigger. My balls increasing in size too, becoming as big as oranges and hanging low it touched his pelvic area. The former hunk looked like a skinny twink when I didn’t feel his dick in me anymore. He lay there looking like a boy, not a sliver of masculinity left.

I stood up, looked at my body. I seem to be bigger than he was, I looked at my cock and it seems the same way there. I grabbed the little twink, spit on my cock and rammed it in his hole. I showed him no mercy, my balls needed to unload. He moaned like a little bitch as I thrusted deep. I brutally used his hole until I blasted thick white seed in his hole. Right after I left him, on the edge of the bed, his hole wide open and gaping. I saw a thick creamy white stream coming from his hole, forming a puddle of it on the ground. I left and never looked back, I’m finally what I always was meant yo be.

"Do you still want to run that mouth and face the consequences, or are we done here?"

Justin just nodded in between sobs. He's afraid if he's trying to fight this, he will be even lighter than his 13 years old younger brother back home. William just smirked at him as he finally stop flexing his newly-acquired muscle and take a step back to give the cornered Justin a little bit more room to breathe. Justin breathed a sigh of relief for a quick second, before William's hand suddenly come back swinging all in a sudden. Justin flinched as he closed his eyes, already bracing for the worse as William seemed to be eager to drain more of him, but William's hand stop inches short from touching Justin's face, much to the new jock delight as he let out a care-free laughter

"Don't even dream to get this big again, bro. I'll pump these babies up in your beloved gym and if I spot any gains on your end, I'm just going to drain it so, stay weak, dweeb!" William said menacingly as he then push Justin to the wall and the 110 lbs now-nerd fall to the floor after hitting the wall, reminiscent of the way he shoved William back then for not getting him an A in the final of their shared class last semester.