Toy Boy
by Alpesco
My Best Friend's Aunt Takes me Down.


There were three of us in the group. Me, Tom Walker, and my friends, Torrance and Karl. We were all eighteen, and were planning to go downtown, but first Karl remembered he had to pick up his iPod from his house, where his aunt was visiting.

"Your aunt?" Torrance said.

"You'll like her," Karl said. "She's fun!"

I was not that happy I was going to have to meet his Aunt Megan. At eighteen, and just under six feet tall, I reckoned we needed to be spending more time where the fun was.

We pulled up outside Karl's parents' house. There was a fast red convertible in the drive as we entered. "This is Aunt Megan," Karl said as we walked in to the living room.

I was surprised. She was Karl's dad's sister, and I knew that she had been in my mom's class at school. But she looked nothing like I expected. She was tall and slender, at five foot ten, only an inch or so shorter than me. She had off-blonde hair, and wore jeans and a short-sleeved black designer top. I knew she was 39, but she looked so much younger. I hated to admit it, but she could have passed for someone in her twenties.

"Hello, Tom," She held out her hand. Her grip was very firm - almost bone-crunching. "I'm Megan. I know your mom very well. We were friends at school. I used to stand up for her when she got bullied."

"Really?" I said, unable to believe that this amazing woman was as old as my mother.

"You've grown up big and tall," she said. "I don't think I've seen you up close since you were four years old."

"You knew me at four?"

"Yes. Me and your mother used to see each other a lot then. But I got married, moved away, got divorced, started a business."

"Did you really go to school with Tom's mother?" Torrance asked, staring. "I mean you don't look nearly old enough..."

"I keep my body fit and strong," Megan said, "Combine that with good genetics and your body lasts a whole lot longer."

"You're strong?" Torrance looked at her.

"Sure." Aunt Megan slipped off her black jacket to reveal her upper body, clothed only in a brief yellow cut off. She was impressively strong. Then she flexed her arm. Torrance gasped out loud as this huge bicep appeared out of her upper arm. It was enormous. it grew and grew, hardening into a solid ball nearly the size of a melon. Megan was pleased at the reaction. I tried to appear cool but I was still impressed. Megan looked so confident in her strength and her muscles were so large and shapely.

She held out her right hand. "Care to armwrestle?"

Torrance nodded. "Okay."

Karl took us to the kitchen table. Megan and Torrance sat on opposite sides as Karl and I watched. "Watch this," whispered Karl.

Torrance said "Oww!" as Megan's hand gripped his.

"What?" Megan smiled.

"Your grip! It's so strong!"

"Really?" Megan smiled again, and then powered Torrance's arm straight down to the table.

"Oowww!" Torrance gasped again as she released him, rubbing his hand and then his upper arm. "That hurt!"

"How did you get so strong?" I asked.

"I took martial arts and gymnastics at school, and trained hard, and I've kept it up ever since. I'm a lot stronger than I was ten years ago, and easily twice as strong as I was at your age."

She turned to me, and flexed again. "What about you, Tommy? Let's see you make a muscle."

I flexed. I was gallled to see that Aunt Megan's bicep still looked bigger than mine. I strained to try to make my bicep bigger, but I couldn't

Megan relaxed her arm, and that huge bicep fell back.

She reached up to a metal pipe that ran across the ceiling. She clamped her fingers round it, and then that huge muscle reappeared as she did an easy one arm pull-up, raising her whole body three feet off the floor with just the strength in that one arm. The dense muscles on her arm swelled and rippled as she did two, four, six... ten one arm pull-ups.

"Wow!" the boys gasped.

"I told you - I've got real strong arms," Megan said. "How many of you are going to do one arm pull-ups?"

Karl tried to hang from one arm, but he couldn't manage even one full single-arm pull-up. Neither could Torrance. I didn't even try to compete. Karl's Aunt was humiliating me.

She lifted her t-shirt and tensed her abs. Her abs were like a wall of squared paving slabs beneath the skin.

Torrance flipped. "How do you get those muscles? I'm gonna have a stomach like that."

"It'll take you a long time," Megan said. "This took an awful lot of hard work. I've built up a pretty dominating level of strength."

"Dominating?" I repeated dismissively.

"A pretty good word," she said as she turned and scooped me up into her arms, lifting me right off my feet to carry me like a baby in a cradle.

"Put me down!" I yelled, hating to be humiliated in front of my friends like this.

"Not quite yet." Megan grinned. "I'm just proving to you how strong I am." She turned a complete circle, holding me in her arms, which seemed able to carry my 180 pound weight with disturbing ease. She halted. Then her arms bounced me up a foot in the air, and caught me again. Her arms were so strong, I felt like a little kid in them. And although I tried to tear myself free, she held me so tight that I couldn't escape.

"Wow. This is so funny!" Torrance laughed.

"Wait. Let me get my camera!" Karl said, dashing out of the room.

I struggled to break free before a picture could be taken of me in this position, but Megan's arms were appallingly strong. They felt rock hard beneath me. It was like they turned into solid stone whenever she wanted them to, and I coudn't move them a millimeter.

Megan carried me through into the next room as Karl reappeared with his camera. "Smile!" he said as the flash went off.

I was furious - this woman was as old as my Mom, and she was humiliating me with her strength!

"I used to carry you around like this when you were three years old," she said. "You don't even remember that, do you - and I can still do it today, even though you're a lot bigger. But you're such a pretty boy now." Karl took three more pictures as she turned and displayed me to the camera.

"Oh," she said. "I almost forgot. There was a message for you Karl, and for Torrance. The coach rang. You're both needed at the sport center at 2pm." She looked across at the clock. "That's in fifteen minutes."

"We'd better go right now," Karl said. "But what about Tom?"

"I have a car," Megan said. "I'll give him a lift back to town."

Karl and Torrance hurried out. I might have followed, but I was still being held in Megan's steely arms. I was amazed that she still didn't seem tired. She was almost carrying me absent-mindedly, without noticing my weight.

"They've gone!" I said, staring after them.

"That just leaves us two," she said, setting me back down on my feet in front of her. She stood right in front of me, raised her arms and flexed. Her body was awesome, tall perfectly athletic, and thick with muscle. It could have belonged to a 20 year-old.

"That's amazing!" I said involuntarily.

She walked toward me and picked me up again. It seemed so easy for her. Her arms lifted me up like I was made of straw. And she kept on holding me. I couldn't believe she was so strong. She kissed me. It was an experience. She just held me in her arms and kissed me slowly and repeatedly all over my face. It seemed to go on for minutes. It was an amazing feeling, this beautiful strong woman cradling me like a baby and at the same time kissing me so pleasurably.

"You can put me down now."

"There's no hurry," she said. "I'm not tired. And I like picking up young guys." She walked across the room and out on to the porch where her car was parked. "I'll take you for a drive." she said, putting me down as she turned to lock the front door.

I sat in the passenger seat of her open-top red sports car. She sat down beside me and started the engine. The car roared into life as she turned out of the drive and on to the road. Within minutes we were out of the suburbs and out into the open desert country.

"This isn't the way back to my house." I said.

"I thought I'd take you for a little ride." she said.

We were out in the country, and roaring along an empty highway through bone dry desert country. Megan clearly enjoyed driving. She changed gear and the car went faster and faster, the wind tearing through our hair. The speedometer was showing well over 100 miles an hour, and the car was whipping up huge clouds of dust.

"You'll get pulled up!" I said.

"Not on this road," Megan's foot pumped the accelerator and the speedometer moved up toward 120. "Anyway," she pointed to a display. "This car has satellite imaging and systems that identify every police car and speed trap in an eighty mile radius."

"We're going too fast!" I said.

"I can cope with this speed, no problem," she said. "I can take this car up to 140 on worse roads than this. I just love speed."

After some time, I looked behind me. All I saw was open desert road. There was no sign of the city at all.

"Hey. I need to be back home..." I said, turning around.

"We're closer to my place now," Megan said.

"I'm not going to your place!" I said. "I want you to take me back home now! I've got things I need to do." I began to reach for the ignition key.

At once Megan swerved the car on to the side of the road and braked sharply, bringing it to a halt within seconds of my movement. The sudden deceleration threw me into the dashboard. Before I could recover, she switched off the motor with her left hand, pocketed the key, and simultaneously snaked her long right arm around my neck from behind. By the time I realised what was happening it was too late. Her arm tightened around my neck, pulling my head down and back toward her body, facing away from her. Then it turned to stone as her muscles set hard, trapping in me in that position. I felt Megan's large round bicep pressing into my neck like a smooth chunk of rock, it felt just as hard and dense. I tried to struggle, to straighten and sit back up, but I couldn't move an inch against that solid arm. Megan was incredibly strong. It was like being held in a thick iron collar.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, pulling ineffectively at her arm with both of mine.

"Just calming you down," Megan said, reaching in to the glove compartment of the car with her free left hand and taking out a cell phone. She dialed a number with one hand as her other arm held me prisoner. "Hello, Jacques." She spoke on the phone. "I'll be home in around forty minutes. Have the main rooms ready for me, then you can take time off until six." She hung up and turned back to me. "Are you going to be quiet now?" she asked.

"Why should I?" I tried to break free again, but even both my hands seemed to be making no impression at all on that rock-solid arm of hers. The bicep swelled, forcing my head backward.

"Your choice," she said as her arm began slowly to tighten around my neck. I struggled fiercely as the previously immovable arm began to move inwards, but it was like an irresistable force, tightening and tightening, now matter how much I fought. I began to go dizzy as my neck compressed. It was impossible to breathe! I panicked for a moment, and then lost consciousness.

My head was spinning. I didn't recognise where I was. It took me several moments to get a fix. I was lying down on a couch in a large airy modern room, with a wide window that overlooked empty hills.

"Where am I...?" I said, looking round in alarm. Megan was standing near a wide window. She had changed into a black sleeveless top and exercise shorts.

"This is my country place," she said. "It's 140 miles from the city and twenty from the nearest small town. All the land you can see from these windows belongs to me. No one will disturb us here."

"How did I get here?" I sat up. I still felt giddy.

"Don't you remember? I just drove you here through the desert. Then I put you out when you started to get difficult. You shouldn't mess around with me, because I can put you out anytime I like with these arms." She raised them and flexed, producing another impressive display of rock hard muscle.Her powerful legs were long, tanned and unmarked. She stretched her leg forward and tensed the large muscles. Huge quadriceps flared as her leg biceps tensed above tear shaped calf muscles.

"The car's in the garage downstairs. I carried you up here and put you on the couch to rest."

It was still hard to believe that this good-looking blonde could carry my 180 pounds around so easily. "But I should be home... My mom.." I began.

"I phoned her an hour ago," the tall blonde said. "I told her I'd be looking after you for a while. She seemed pleased - especially when I sent her off on a luxury trip to Hawaii for a few days."

"Hawaii?"

"Yes. I could afford to send your whole street on a trip like that if I wanted to, without damaging my stand-by credit card. Now I'll show you the rest of the house."

"I'm still a bit unsteady.." I protested.

"That's all right. I'll carry you."

"But" I began.

"There isnt really anything you can do about it." She bent down and picked me up like a baby again in her strong arms. "This is the library," she said, carrying me out an arching doorway into a big wide living area that looked out on a terrace. A polished stone stairway led down to the ground floor. A man in a white uniform walked past the bottom of the stairwell.

"Dinner will be at seven, Jacques," Megan said.

"Yes, maam," the man said without looking up as he walked past toward the kirtchens.

"That's my cook-manservant," Megan said, walking on through the well-furnished living area. "There's also a girl, Elena, who comes in to clean in the mornings, and Carlos who works in the grounds."

"The main bedrooms are up there," she nodded along a broad passage lined with plants before carrying me through into a terraced gymnasium area. We were in the far end of her big modern house. I gasped. She had a large gym with bars, free weights and every machine imaginable. I hadn't seen so much good stuff in the big sport center at the city mall. What was amazing though was the arching roof that extended out over a fifty foot indoor swimming pool on the lower floor, twelve feet below. It had a wide view of the mesa through smoked glass. Megan put me down on the floor next to the railing that guarded against the twelve foot drop down to pool level and sat down at a weight bench. I was astonished by her strength and energy. She pressed an enormous weight for ten reps and more, took a couple of breaths and repeated four more times.

She sat up with a grin. "Like to try?" she said.

I shook my head, knowing that I couldn't attempt to press that weight.

"Now downstairs," she said, leading me down a stairway to a wide corridor, then through double doors into the pool area. The doors clicked shut behind us. She peeled off her shorts to reveal a black bikini bottom, then dived into the pool and swam five lengths without pausing for breath. She swam incredibly fast, her arms churning the pool into rough, choppy waves as she tore through the water. I timed one of her lengths at close to thirty seconds.

"You're fast!" I said.

"I should hope so." She pressed herself out of the pool. "I was interstate swimming champion for eight years running. I could still beat a lot of the eighteen year-olds on the team."

She stepped toward me, wrapped her arms around me, and and picked up my six foot body effortlessly.

"Shit. You're so strong!"

"Power is a real turn-on," she said. "Isn't it?" She bent her neck and kissed me on my torso. "I enjoy using my power. And I have a lot of it here. I have a great deal of money. I own all the land for miles around. Everyone on it works for me. And now I have you. I like nice big boys your age who I can dominate."

"Dominate?"

"Yes." She carried me to the far side of the pool, raising me higher in her arms as she began to kiss my neck and shoulders. Despite myself I responded to the kisses. Each kiss seemed filled with electricity. Her teeth nipped the top of my tee-shirt, then she turned her head, ripping it open. "Hey!" I protested, but she silenced me with another kiss. It felt amazing to be held in her arms.

She kissed me some more, then she strode across to the edge of the hall and laid me on a leather sofa. She lay down on top of me and held my face in her strong hands, kissing me, her hair running over my face. I found that I couldn't move. Her body was so strong. It was very arousing. her scent, her softness, the hair and the lips kissing every part of my face and neck. I tried to move my head but I couldn't.

"I can't..." I began to protest, and suddenly her grip on me tightened still further as her muscles hardened. I felt her soft body solidify. Her legs went rock hard, wrapped around mine, inprisoning them and starting to squeeze. Her arms turned to marble, fixing themselves round my body and pinning my arms. Even her stomach became rock hard.

I tried to resist to move, but I couldn't, I was wrapped up in her steely limbs .

"I told you, I have all the power." She raised her head and watched fme for a moment as her limbs continued to increase the pressure on my body. My legs were beginning to hurt, so was my chest where her powerful arms wrapped around it, crossing behind my back. My arms were being crushed between my body and her stone-hard muscles. She smiled and began to kiss me again.

"Owww! You're hurting!" I said as the crushing pressure increased.

"It's meant to hurt," she said softly. "It's part of your learning experience. You have to experience my mastery. It's no use resisting. You can't move." She kissed my face. "You have to learn that I'm a lot stronger than you are. I can turn my body into a prison, holding you tight.." she was kissing my face and neck again as her granite legs continued to crush mine together, and her arms compressed my chest.

"Shit!" I gasped as the power laid in.

"My muscles are mature and very dense," she said. "That makes them very strong. And every day I make sure they get a little bit stronger." The pain was getting intense now as her legs ground mine together, cutting off the blood, distorting the bones and grinding them together

I was finding it hard to breathe as her steely arms constricted my chest. She continued to kiss softly, trailing her hair across my face as the pain continued to increase. She kissed so expertly, it was pleasurable and arousing despite my pain and helplessness and the shortage of breath. My arms were stinging and losing all blood. My ankles and knees were being crushed, my hips bent.

"Pain and pleasure," she whispered. "An interesting mixture." What made this worse was that I could see she wasn't even straining. This was no effort to her, yet she had me completely at her mercy, inflicting agonising pain! "I can give them both at the same time." Her arms and legs clenched simultaneously. I tried to scream, but didn't have the breath. It just came out as a cracked groan.

Still she kissed me with her sensuous lips. Her tongue touched my face. it was amazing that I still felt pleasure in the midst of such pain. My legs were burnng they felt they might break. Her arms were twisting my arms grinding my wrists and boring into my chest. I was in agony.

"Now I'm going to heighten both sensations," she said.

"Please.." I begged, but there was nothing I could do. She was in complete control. Her muscles swelled again, seeming impossibly, to get even harder as they ground into my flesh. The pain reached a crescendo. My arms, my whole lower body, seemed on fire. Her crushing grip on my wrists increased. I felt my wrist bones grinding against each other. Still her tongue explored my face. The amazing thing was that the pleasure and the pain were almost equal in intensity.

"You're breaking my bones!" I gasped.

"I could - if I really wanted to. I'm very strong. Do you believe that?"

"Yes" I gurgled.

"Good," she smiled. She relaxed her body, and it went soft once more.

She rose, strode to the pool and dived in. She started churning up the pool doing lengths again while I was ill on the couch. I was in real pain, bruised all over my body. For the moment I couldn't move - and there was Megan swimming up and down the pool like an Olympic athlete!

"I've got a few things to do now," she called out from the middle of the pool as she stopped swimming. "I'll leave you here." I noticed that a long heavy chain hung down from a steel roof beam twenty five feet above her, trailing to just a foot above the middle of the pool. Megan halted beneath the chain and reached up with one arm. She gripped the chain with one hand, and then just flexed her arm, drawing herself out of the water until her shoulder was level with the hand gripping the chain. She stretched up her other arm and did the same again, pulling herself completely out of the water. She continued climbing hand over hand up the trailing chain, letting her long legs dangle as the strong muscles rippled across her arms and back. Within seconds she had reached the metal roof beam, twenty five feet above the pool. She gripped it and began to swing along it, hand over hand, down to the edge of the arching roof.

I looked up as she passed above me then dropped lightly down onto the gymnasium level that overlooked the pool. In a moment she was gone.

It took fifteen minutes before the blood was flowing through my limbs enough for me to be able to stand up and walk painfully across the room. I quickly discovered that I was trapped in the pool area. The only way out was the double door we had come in through, but that was firmly locked. There was no way of getting to the upper level which Megan had used to leave without doing as she had done. I swam to the chain and tried to pull myself up, but I couldn't manage to pull myself more than a couple of feet out of the water. My grip just wasn't strong enough to hold my weight on the chain, and my arms didn't have the power to pull me up out of the water. I couldn't begin to climb twenty five feet up. I was trapped here.

It was two hours later when Megan returned. She dived from a platform on the upper level, twelve feet down into the pool and swam to the side in three powerful strokes. She pressed herself out of the water and sat on a lounger next to me.

"I couldn't get out of this room," I complained.

"I'll take you where you;re meant to be when I'm ready. Now go across to that drink cooler over there,' she pointed to a large green refrigerator in one corner, '..and fix me a nice long cranberry and lemonade."

"No." I said angrily. "I'm not one of your servants."

"You need to respect me," Megan said. "You don't want me to have to spank you, do you?"

"What? YOU spank ME? Are you deluded?"

"I guess I'll have to prove it." She sighed. She rose slowly from her lounger and strode forward. In a smooth move her powerful arms grabbed me around the legs and body and lifted me off the ground! She turned, strode to an upright seat and sat down, using her arms to stretch my body out across her knees. I found that I couldn't resist those strong arms as they forced me to lie out, face down. I tried to get up, but she held me in place across her knees with her iron left arm. Her right arm was now free to administer punishment.

CRACK! The flat of her hand slammed into my butt with appalling force. The intensity of the pain was shocking! It was as if boiling oil had been poured on my backside. I screamed out in astonishment and pain.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACKK! Three more blows just as hard and even more agonising followed. "Owwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwwww!" I howled. Each strike was like blazing fire. Megan administered two more blows. It was unbelievably painful. The flat of her hand was hard as steel, and it hit so hard. The blows were like shocks with a red-hot iron, blistering the skin.

"Please. Please. Please stop!" I begged.

She let me go. I was crying.

"That's just to warn you, little boy," she said. "If you act like a brat I'll punish you like a brat." Her voice was stern. "When I tell you to do something, you do it, whatever it is. Understand?"

"Yes". I sobbed, choking back the tears.

"The rules here are simple." she said. "You are my toy boy, You exist to please me. You do everything I say at once and without argument. If you fail you will be punished. Do you accept that?"

"Yes!" I sobbed. The pain was still unbearable. "Anything!"

"Good. You're learning. Now go and make me the drink I asked for."

I went, still sniffing. I hadn't realised that this woman was so powerful. She'd just humiliated me, hurt me, spanked me like a little kid - and I could do nothing about it! I couldn't believe I was in this position.

"Right," she said when i had brought the drink. "Now you will submit and kiss my arm."

She stood in front of me and flexed, making me concentrate on her huge bicep. It swelled pumped and was rock hard. Just the bicep seemed nearly as big as my face as I kissed it and then licked it. The clenched fist that could hit so hard had to be obeised to too.

I had to do everything she said, I realised.