Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2017 20:20:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: Muscle Match Trials Part 1

Content: Skinny twinks compete for the ultimate reward – loads of muscle
mass - in a game of sex, pain and bondage.


*** Might. Muscles. Manliness. ***


<Awaken, challengers!>

I opened my eyes in sweltering heat with a few drops of sweat already
forming on my hairless skin. The only clothing on my skinny body was a
white speedo.

As I sat up on the warm stone ground, I saw an ocean of green shimmering
water stretch out under an unnaturally dark sky.

I was on an island of black stone in an ocean of emerald liquid. Flames
shot up behind me, along the battlements of the island's only structure
– a jagged, asymmetric castle of black rock.

A deep voice echoed through the area. <Arise to face the challenge!>

As I struggled onto my broomstick thin legs, I realized there were three
more boys around me, all painfully skinny.

<Approach the gates!>

When none of us reacted – shocked and frightened – collars appeared
around our thin necks. They looked as if they were made from the same cloth
as our speedos but I tore on mine, instinctively, and couldn't even get it
to stretch.

To my dismay, the collar pulled me along. I heard the other three boys
stumble after me as I was dragged toward the entrance.

While the situation was terrifying, I didn't fail to notice the castle
gates were flanked by statues of two boys in loincloth. They had the bodies
of fitness models, with insane definition carved into the black
stone. Fires atop the walls lit them from behind.

Although they were only statues, I felt super horny despite my
predicament. I would have done anything to have a boy like that pay
attention to me for just a second.

As we came to stand in front of the iron gate, the collars stopped pulling.

There was writing on it. Three runes, carved into the metal. For reasons I
can't explain, I instantly knew each rune stood for one word:
Might. Muscles. Manliness.

<Enter one by one. I shall introduce you.>

The gate swung open way too quietly for how heavy it looked. It revealed an
inner yard. Everything was of the same black stone. A green shining
fountain bubbled in the center. There were more statues of fit muscle boys
at the rim.

Humiliatingly, the walls were covered in enormous mirrors all around. Even
while outside, I could already see my inadequate, skeleton-y self,
reflected between the gorgeous statues.

Someone walked past me, pulled by his collar. He was a beanstalk.

The tall but skin-and-bones boy had shaggy, blond hair and walked with
small steps, his hands shaking.

<I present... Adler. 180cm tall (5'11'') with a negligible weight of 55kg
(121 lbs). Straight and a virgin. Exactly as pitiful as he looks.>

Adler cringed and stopped near the fountain. Whispers and chuckles raced
through the air. Was there an audience?

With a slight pull of the collar, another boy walked inside. He had brown
skin full of acne and short hair. He was also the smallest and thinnest of
us.

He was so skinny, he had basically no ass, his back turning into legs like
a plank with a crack.

<Please welcome... San. Only 160cm tall (5'3'') and hardly growing, this
Hispanic boy weighs 45kg (99 lbs) and it shows. Bisexual and a virgin,
unless we count fooling around with his cousins once.>

San shook and froze up at the fountain, staring at the black ground.

The invisible crowd's jeering was faintly audible. What was the purpose of
humiliating us like this?

Then I felt the pull. My collar made me stumble on my way in and I rushed
ahead to get to the fountain without falling. My introduction filled the
air.

<Here we have... Tao. At 165cm height (5'5'') and with a mere 48kg weight
(106 lbs) this half Asian twink isn't much to look at. Gay and a virgin, as
to be expected.>

I didn't even feel embarrassed, I was just full of rage. I'd find voice-guy
and knock his vocal cords out asap.

Lastly, the gate closed behind boy number four. An Asian who was like a
stretched version of me, with hip bones and clavicles protruding grossly
from his meatless frame.

<Let me introduce... Doyun. This little Korean boy has 172cm (5'8'') to his
name and a low 51kg (112.5 lbs) to go with it. As the most experienced,
this gay boy was fucked by three separate men, none of whom wanted to see
him again. Pathetic.>

"That's enough!" I shouted at the dark sky. "Who do you think you are?!"

The other three boys flinched, but Doyun shot me a look of surprise. I
hadn't tried to defend *him* per se, I'd just had it up to here with
voice-guy.

<Who I am? I, challengers, am the host. Welcome to the muscle match
trials.>

"What?" Adler said. He had a surprisingly deep voice. "Is that a joke? We
have no muscles!"

<Exactly! Let's start with a quick demonstration.>

The fountain stopped bubbling and a huge disk rose from the liquid.

<This is the Wheel o'Fortune. Our most courageous little faggot deserves to
go first.>

The disk hovered above the water (was the green stuff water?), just in
reach. There were numbers written at its borders. From zero to 10.

<Go on, Tao.>

The other three looked at me expectantly. Fucking great. I reached out and
gave the wheel a spin. It landed on...

<Three!>

First I thought my legs were falling asleep but no... they grew. My calves
expended a tiny bit. It was hardly noticeable but on my bony frame, even a
little bit of mass was remarkable.

The sensation expanded to by thighs, then my ass, up my abs... and each
time it added a tiny bit of muscle.

I grabbed my own ass and let my hands wander along the new meat. The
super-bone-y feeling was gone in favor of something approaching normal
weight. I could feel little bumps where my abs were.

As the sensation moved into my shoulders, I turned to the mirror walls. I
had pecs now! Minuscule, barely noticeably ones – but my chest now
protruded a teeny tiny bit from by torso.

Three kilos (6.5 lbs) were a *huge* change for me body. I didn't look super
sickish anymore. Just regular sickish.

Adler pushed me aside and spun the wheel as if he wanted to tear it from
its unseen mounting.

It landed on the same number and his hollow frame was filled out enough to
make him cry out with joy.

Before his transformation was even finished, Doyun grabbed the wheel,
too. He got a mere 2 kilos (4.5 lbs) but I could still easily spot the
difference. Even just two kilos were a good amount of mass on him.

San's hand trembled as he used the wheel.

It looked like the disk would land on ten but the momentum was a little too
great. He got five.

The smallest, shortest guy in the group received 5 kilos (11 lbs) to his
thin frame and the change was extreme.

Going from 45 to 50 kilos (110 lbs), San looked like a different
person. His stomach was no longer concave, instead he had a light dusting
of abs. There was even the beginning of a bulge on his biceps. His haggard
face was still a skinny person's but no longer that of a starving one.

<So challengers... Are you ready to compete for mass?>

Adler yelled, "Yes! Fucking yes! Give me muscles, I'll do anything."

"I'm fucking sold," said Doyun. "I want more."

San looked like he was about to cry. I just nodded.

Two statues turned inward on their pedestals, pointing at a door into a
tower. The door swung open.

<A test of manliness. Only those who can prove their worth deserve
muscles. Enter... if you dare.>

With less fear and more hope than before, we four sweating, collared twinks
in speedos headed for the tower. I noticed runes above the door.

Again, I could somehow read them: Attrition. Bindings. Pain.


***

Note: Each kilo of muscle will be hard earned and the boys will end up with
big, but still mostly realistic bodies. They might collect a few other
features along the way, though. Rewards and punishments.