A musclebound love story
Vampire  Julius_Elysiak@yahoo.com 
A young boy is emasculated by a ravishing muscle girl and then there is a twist in the story, you won't believe


It was shaping out to be a great day. My friends and I were really having a
ball. It was the first day of school after the spring vacation. We had cleared
the exams and now were in Class XII. Another year and we'd be free to enjoy
the liberal atmosphere of a College. I had just celebrated my 16th birthday a
few days ago. Life was fun. I was in my School Cricket team, which meant that
twice a year we had to go to different places and play matches. It also meant
that we were pretty popular, since cricket is followed like a religion in
India.

An hour later, we were in the Cricket ground getting ready to play a
preliminary match against Don Bosco High School. It was a 25 over match and we
won with 7 overs to spare. I was the top scorer for my side hitting 65 runs
and the winning six came off my blade. No wonder I was awarded Man of the
Match. After changing, we were ready to go home. Two of my teammates lived
close to my house, which incidentally was just a mile away from our school. As
we were walking past the library, a soccer ball came flying out of nowhere and
hit Aman (my team mate) on the back of his head. Vijay (another team mate) and
I helped him on his feet as we heard footsteps coming from behind. We turned
and saw a boy who must have been around 12 running towards us to collect the
ball.

"Did you see a soccer ball here, somewhere?" He asked, oblivious to the fact
that it had hit Aman and had rolled over to the nearby bush.

"Sure," I said. "Come here, let me show you where it went?"

As he came closer, I grabbed him by his collar. He was six-seven inches
shorter than my 5'10 frame. "You bastard, is this a place to play football?"
He was really scared as I imparted a tight slap on his right cheek. Vijay came
up and punched him on his shoulder as I let go off his collar. Now Vijay was
really strong as he was a pace bowler in our team. The kid was jerked back by
force and fell over, crying.

"Please, don't hit me. What did I do?" He started crying, in obvious pain.

"You bastard, you hit my friend with that soccer ball," I said and kicked him
in his stomach. He squirmed on the ground crying like a baby.

"Hey, stop it guys. I think you've hurt him enough." Aman said as he tried to
stop me from hitting the kid again. "What if he complains to the Principal?"

"I'll make sure, he doesn't." I said and bent down over the kid. "If you tell
anyone about this little incident, I'll break both your feet. Do you
understand that?"

"Yes, sir I do." replied the kid in between his sobs. Leaving him there we
headed back home.

Next morning, I reached school at 0620 sharp even though the school timings
were from 8:30 to 3:00 because the students in the Cricket team had a practice
session from 6:30 am till 8:15 am every morning. After the practice session,
we hit the shower and were in our classrooms with 5 minutes to spare. In the
class, I found out that some really hot girl from the XIth Standard was
looking for Vikram Elysiak in the assembly hall. I was a bit surprised cause I
didn't know why an eleventh grader would ask for me. If it would have been a
guy, I would have understood as a lot of younger guys came up to the players
in the School Cricket team to get a few pointers. Some of them were sycophants
who would do anything to practice with us, may be even carry the drinks in
between the match.

The entire senior school (VI - XII) had the Games period at 2:00. While others
played for fun and went home at 3:00, players of any School sports team used
to practice till four in the evening. I had a half an hour net session after
which I had an equally long spell of bowling. I noticed that the coach was
talking to a girl and pointing towards me. After a few seconds he called for
me. I jogged in their direction. As I came near them, I saw that the girl was
really ravishing. She was just an inch shorter than me. Her hair was pulled
back in a ponytail. She looked so beautiful even in sweats. I noticed the logo
of our School's Swimming team on her sweatshirt upon reaching there.

Coach had a mischievous grin on his face as he introduced us. He told me that
her name was Shruti Kapoor and that she was the captain of school's swimming
team. Mrs. Verma, the swimming coach wanted to meet me regarding something
important. It was surprising to both my coach and me. Anyway, Coach asked me
to go and see what Mrs. Verma wanted.

We didn't talk much as we walked towards the swimming pool. I tried to strike
a conversation but she seemed to be a taciturn companion. The school premises
were empty as it was 3:15. We had two swimming pools in our school. One of
them was a much larger one which was open for amateur swimmers. The other one
was built for competitive purposes and was an indoor one. We walked through
the door and though it was lit, there was no one near the pool.

"Hey, how come there is no one here?" I asked.

"Because we don't have practice sessions on Tuesdays."

"So where is Mrs. Verma?"

Instead of replying, she closed the door and locked it. Then she dropped the
key in her side pocket. "My guess is, she might be home by now."

"What do you mean... You said that she wanted to see me."

"Actually, it isn't she who wants to meet you. It is I who need to talk to
you." She said smiling.

I didn't know what she meant by it. Could it be that she brought me here to
seduce me and have sex with me? Well, if that was the case, she didn't need to
lie. Any boy would die to make love to such a stunning girl.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Remember yesterday, near the library you beat up a small boy. Well it so
happens that he is my younger brother."

"And what, you are here to avenge him?" I asked her sarcastically. "What do
you plan to do? Push me in the swimming pool and drown me. Well it so
happens," I stressed those words to mock her, "that I am an excellent swimmer.
Better than most of your teammates." Suddenly another thought struck me! What
if she complains that I was trying to rape her and get me expelled from
school? Then I realized that first of all it would be extremely difficult to
prove it and secondly that it was she who had approached my coach and lied
that the swimming coach wanted to see me.

She was silent all this while, just staring at me.

"So why don't you do both of us a favour and give me the key so we can leave."
I continued.

"You are so full of shit, you bastard." She said vehemently. I could see that
she was really pissed off and was getting angrier by the minute. It didn't
have any scary effect on me. Actually, I was getting a bit aroused as she
looked even sexier when she was enraged. "You want to know what I'll do to
you?"

"Sure." I said mockingly.

"I am going to beat you to a bloody pulp, you son of a bitch and when I am
through with you, rest assured that you wouldn't even be able to walk, let
alone beat up young boys."

I couldn't help but laugh at this bold declaration. I was in a very good
shape. I was 5'10, which was not short for a 16 year old and I weighed around
160 pounds. I hit the weights thrice a week and our practice sessions in the
morning was the most gruelling, most punishing routine ever devised by any
cricketing coach anywhere in the World.

Slowly, she lowered her sweat pants. I saw them drop to the floor revealing
two mammoth thighs and thickly muscled calves. Her legs were completely devoid
of hair, and were incredibly powerful looking to say the least. They would
have measured around 25 inches and were muscular like that of a professional
soccer player or a sprinter, which unnerved me for just a second. Then she
removed her sweatshirt to reveal a red maillot, which accentuated her young,
full breasts and her athletic body. Her shoulders were broad, capped by large
deltoid muscles. Her arms were quite muscular with thick biceps and beefy
triceps with strong, thick and veiny forearms. Her flat abs were covered by
the swimsuit but there was no doubt that even that was ripped like hell.

Now, even I was athletic but the kind of definition she had in her buirdly
body was far superior to what I could ever achieve. She might have been a year
younger than me but her body was on any day huskier, more muscular and far
more remarkable than mine.

She started limbering her arms and legs, which scared the daylights out of me.
Her arms and legs rippled and swelled with power, unsettling me even more. It
was not that, she had bigger muscles than me. Actually her thighs and calves
were indeed bigger, but the rest of her body wasn't. Her muscles were just
more ripped and defined, but not larger than mine except in the legs
department. The reason why she had unnerved me so was because I had never seen
a girl with such muscle-definition before. I could still take her on and beat
her, I was a tough kid and just because she had muscles didn't mean she could
kick my ass.

She charged at me like a angry bull. Her husky physique was actually turning
me on. As soon as she was about to make contact, I stepped on my right and
with a swift round kick guided her body into the chairs which were behind me,
her own momentum carrying her and crashing into the folding chairs. I was a
bit concerned, but she got up quickly. I thought about rushing for her
clothes, which were lying, on the wooden floor and extracting the key from
them, but then let go of the idea as she readied herself for perhaps another
tackle. But this time, she didn't come charging at me. Instead she walked
towards me confidently.

"Nice work, Vikram. I underestimated you. But, I wouldn't make the same
mistake twice." She said calmly. I could see that her left elbow had been
bruised by that fall but it wasn't bleeding. Looking at her arms so close up,
I was again aroused. She raised her hands ready to grapple. I did the same and
we locked hands fighting for supremacy. I pushed hard but she was incredibly
strong. I could see her biceps bulging like two small melons. She started
gaining an upper hand, asserting the strength in her arms. I was nervous by
these developments but I was more adept at one on one fights. Instinctively, I
tripped her and she fell down on her back on the wooden floor with me on top.
Quickly grabbing her arms I pinned them over her head before she could resist
as my legs straddled her body. As I sat on her, my ass could feel the
striations in her abs. Her armpits were shaved clean and I saw a tiny band of
sweat trickling down her pits. As she squirmed, her biceps again balled to
huge proportions, her taut triceps tightened, a ridge separating the two.

Slowly, she started pushing her arms up, resulting in puffed veins in her
forearms and biceps. A single vein, which ran from her biceps through to, her
shoulders blackened and thickened as she pushed her arms and so that they were
off the floor. I pushed harder but wasn't able to pin them. She had already
proved that her arms were much stronger than mine. So, I strained harder and
poured in my body weight, which I did by lifting my knees off the floor and
straightening my body. I was amazed, as her arms were still not pinned; she
was supporting my entire body weight on her arms and wasn't giving in an inch.
I started getting really scared by this. I had not seen such arm strength in
any of my friends. With a swift motion, she jerked her hands on her left and
pushed me off of her. We released hands and both of us quickly got up.

"Hmm. See these guns. I am going to crush you with these pythons." She
announced and gave me a double bicep pose. Her biceps rose majestically like
two round hard balls of muscles. Looking carefully, I saw 2-3 veins now, which
ran over and across the hard bicep muscles. "And after I am through crushing
you, I'll drag you in front of all your friends and slap you around, the same
way you slapped my brother."

"Well, we'll see about that." I responded and removed my sweatshirt as well. I
was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt underneath. My arms were muscular too, and
my biceps were around an inch thicker than hers, but I didn't have that
musculature which she had achieved. My flexed biceps were around 15 inches,
whilst hers would be around 13.5. Till now, I was really proud of my athletic
V shaped body, but standing next to her, I would be easily overlooked if it
were in the definition department. I knew, she was impressed, definitely not
by my strength, but I was a regular jock and I knew I was good-looking.
Looking at her, I was regretting slapping her younger brother around. Not just
because it had landed me in this mess, but also because under other
circumstances, I would have loved for her to be my girlfriend.

We started circling each other again. I could see her thighs and calves
swelling and dancing as she moved around. I didn't need any proof of her lower
body strength. It was evident that her legs were way stronger than mine just
like her arms. The only thing I had going for me was that I had always been a
street-smart kid and was no tyro when it came to fighting.

As she came closer, I connected at the back of her head with a sharp
roundhouse kick, which stunned her for a second. I felt guilty kicking a girl,
but I knew that I stood no chance if it came down to wrestling, where her
superior strength would certainly overpower me. She backpedalled a little,
which gave me another opening. I lashed out a swift sidekick aimed at her
head, but with astounding quickness, she sidestepped avoiding the impact. She
followed her counter attack up with a sharp uppercut, but I swayed adroitly
and avoided contact as well. Again we started circling each other looking for
an opening. I tried a couple of kicks but she was very quick in avoiding them
which established the fact that the earlier kick which I connected was because
I had taken her by surprise. I realized now that she was as quick as I was,
forcing me to rethink my strategy.

I lunged at her feet to take her down. But she was ready and with surprising
quickness, she grabbed me around my waist and almost effortlessly picked me
off the ground. She held me against her form boobs for a second and dropped me
on my stomach.

"Now, we'll see how strong you are." She taunted and roughly hauled me up, so
I was on my feet. She tried to grab me in a bear hug but I was able to back
away. Quickly, I charged at her again to take her down, but she bent her knees
bracing herself.

I rammed into her but her strong body absorbed the impact. She quickly wrapped
her sinewy arms around me taking me into a bearhug just below my chest and
lifted me off my feet. I was scared as well as elated at being lifted like
this. My penis stiffened and I could feel her stony abs brushing against it.

"Hey! What's that?" She exclaimed, feeling my erection against her rugged
body. "I could never guess that a tough boy like you would become aroused by a
girl kicking his ass. Is my muscular body too hot for you to handle, wimp?"
She said sarcastically.

"Shut up, bitch." I shouted.

She didn't pay any attention to it, but hoisted me higher. I was finding it
difficult to breathe. "Awwww...." I cried out loud as she tightened the
bearhug with incredible power. I felt her biceps swell against my ribs as she
dug them harder into my body. I was being broken into half. All I felt was
pain. I tried to punch her in desperation, but whenever I raised my hand, she
tightened her grip even more and I would feel another surge of pain going
through my body. I tasted something salty and realized that tears were flowing
down from my eyes. My upperbody began to bow back as I kept on crying, but she
was relentless. My feet were dangling in thin air, and my efforts to kick her
were feeble and erratic because of the pain, she was inflicting on me. I was
finding it very difficult to breathe, and I was scared that this bitch was
going to kill me. She had absolutely no compassion. My head was starting to
spin and I was feeling dizzy. I started crying like a little boy.

"Pl.. please Shruti ... let me down ....awwwwrghhh.. let me go . please."

"Cry like a little bitch. But I won't let you go." She said scornfully.

"Oh.... m...my Go.. God." I squealed. "Pl.. please don't k... kill me. L...
let me go ... go."

All of a sudden, she released me and I fell down on the floor. I lay there
clutching my stomach, crying like a little baby. After a while my tears
subsided and I felt like throwing up after the humiliation I had been
subjected to. I looked around for Shruti, hoping I wouldn't find her. But
there she was, after waiting for me to recuperate was starting to walk towards
me again. I was scared to death.

"Please," I said, now that I had my breath back and was thinking clearly,
"Please don't hurt me anymore, Shruti! I am sorry at what I did to your
brother, but please let me go."

"Oh my God! You are really a wimp. Look at you, begging in front of a girl. I
am sorry Vikram, but I am not through yet." She was standing in front of me,
adjusting her ponytail resulting in her mountainous biceps to flex again. She
was all sweaty like me, but in more sexy manner. Her biceps were gleaming with
sweat as she squatted down and grabbed me by my teeshirt. Roughly, she pulled
me into a sitting position. She sat down on my lap with her legs on either
side of me. Her face was so close to me that I could kiss her. She was looking
so beautiful, so sexy, but I feared for my life as I gazed into her green
eyes. She locked her ankles behind my back and held my arms secure against the
sides of my chest with her large thunderthighs.

Slowly she started applying pressure, first my arms felt the brute force of
her leggy embrace and gradually my arms were digging into my ribs as she
started to crush me with her legs. "Sh.. Shruti please ...awwwwrrrrrrr..
Please do...don't do th...this awwwwwwwgggg." I begged and begged.

"Ok," she said, "I won't crush your pathetic body but may be there is
something else I can do." She said with a seductive smile. She grabbed me by
the hair and supported my head up so we were looking into each other's eyes.
And then she started slapping me and continued until I began to weep with pain
and humiliation. I had never been humiliated like this before. I felt
completely helpless as she kept on slapping me.

"Ple..." SMACK .... "Please ." SMACK. I started weeping and wailing as she
continued to slap me with her hard palms. After what seemed like eternity, she
stopped and let go of my hair and my face went down. I couldn't look at her. I
felt completely incompetent. This girl had reduced me to a piece of garbage. I
kept on weeping silently. Occasionally, it would cause a hiccup. She was just
sitting there holding my arms secure against my body with her legs. I looked
up and I could see her still staring at me. I didn't know what she was
thinking, all I knew was that I would never be able to look into the mirror
again, cause all I would see is the reflection of a boy who had been humbled
and demeaned by a girl, a year younger than him. I felt like a failure, a
loser. I had never felt so dejected in my life.

Gradually, she removed her legs from my sides and I covered my face with my
hands, trying to hide the shame I felt. After a while, I stopped crying and
looked up at her again. She was still sitting on my lap. She looked a bit sad
which augured well for my broken, helpless body but was more depressing for my
mental state as I couldn't bear anyone feeling sorry for me. Carefully, she
extracted a handkerchief from her sweatpants, which was lying close to where
we were sitting. Tenderly, she wiped off the tears and sweat off of my face.

"Wi.. will you grant me a request?" I asked.

She nodded her head in acquiescence.

"Please do not tell what happened here to anyone else. I know, I shouldn't
have treated your brother like I did, and I am sorry about it. If you want,
I'll apologise to him in person as well. But please don't tell anyone, not
even your brother, what took place here."

"You do not need to apologise to him. And I won't tell anyone about this, I
promise. I just wanted to teach you a lesson, but I guess I went overboard. I
am sorry too." She said and stood up. She offered her hand to me, which I
took. I was awed again by the strength flowing through her arms as she helped
me stand up. I guess, I jerked up to my feet causing me to ram into her
breasts. But I couldn't stand and started to fall down but she steadied me
with her strong arms. My hands went around her shoulders and we were kind of
hugging each other, but this time it wasn't a bearhug, but a warm comforting
one.

I rested my head on her sturdy shoulders and the warmth with which she was
holding me caused me to weep again. I don't know why, but tears came flowing
through my eyes again. She patted my back and rubbed it affectionately with
her right hand and with her left hand caressed my hair. When my tears had
subsided she pulled my head back softly, and for a while, we stared at each
other. She moved her face closer to mine and kissed me on my cheek. I
responded and kissed her as well. She kissed me again, but this time on my
lips. It was like electricity was flowing from our bodies as we kept on
kissing each other over and over. I had never been kissed by a girl like this
before.

After a few minutes, we disengaged ourselves and this time I was able to
support my weight on my legs. We went into the washroom for a quick shower.
The washroom had different cabins. I was about to go into the same shower she
had entered, but she said, "Not now. It is almost four and your coach would be
wondering where you are. Lets quickly take a shower and then go to the nets.
We'll have lots of time to take a shower together, don't you think?"

So after a quick shower, I put on my clothes. She had her own locker there so
she removed her maillot and quickly put on a sports bra and a fresh pair of
panties. I stole a quick glance of her lovely nipples as she put on a fresh
pair of sweats too.

Then we walked out the door after unlocking it. She was holding my hand as we
marched towards the nets. I was still thinking as to what would I say to my
coach when he enquires as to why the swimming caoach wanted to see me.