Bath Boys

- Welcome, sir, to our healing springs. I'm Taichi, and the bigger one next to me is Ryuuji. We'll be your bath boys.
- Wow, I see there are not only hot springs here, but the staff too...
- Thank you, sir, but it's really nothing special. I'd say it's about 50% of the usual, but we just said goodbye to the previous guest and we're a bit tired...
- Excuse me, but did you...?
- Did we what?
- You know..., you..., guest..., these things...
- I don't know and I don't want to know what you mean. But I remind you that these are healing springs, and guests come here to heal. We are at their disposal as qualified masseurs and physiotherapists. Of course, if any guest feels lonely, lost, or unhappy, they can cuddle up with us or fall asleep nestled against Ryuuji's big pecs, but that's all.
- So why are you so tired after saying "goodbye" to a guest?

- Oh, it's simple. In addition to, so to speak, "physical" services, we also offer our guests "spiritual" services.

- And these "spiritual" services have exhausted you so much?

- I don't know where that malicious tone in your voice comes from, sir. But yes, it's true, our guest asked us for a little performance. He wanted to see our reenactment of a certain legend again.
- What legend is it exactly?
- Oh, it's a little-known but much-loved story about how two gods discovered and tried 100 positions...
- Are you telling me you just fucked each other 100 times!?
- Well, not exactly...
- So...
- Our guests enjoyed it so much that we had to do an encore...

Ministerial inspection at the Tarou High Dormitory

 Ministerial inspection at the Tarou High Dormitory

Mr. Ejima was a high-ranking official in the Department of Education, responsible for overseeing student dormitories and residence halls. 
Having worked in this profession for decades, he was convinced he had seen it all and that nothing could surprise or amaze him. That was until, after repeated complaints about persistent violations of morality and decency, he went to the Tarou High dormitory for an inspection. 
Seeing that the administration, having learned of the upcoming inspection, was rushing to rectify any irregularities, he arrived unannounced on Sunday morning, eager to see what life was really like for the residents of the Tarou High dormitory.  
It was very early in the morning when he stood before the quiet, seemingly asleep building. 
The building, well-maintained, somewhat secluded, surrounded by beautifully lawns and large trees, would have been unremarkable if not for its size. 
The building was new and perfectly proportioned and simply beautiful, but it had gigantic windows and an unusually high and wide entrance door (and a "normal" sized door next to it). If each row of windows belonged to a single story, each would be more than twice the height of a standard one. "What won't these architects come up with these days to stand out?" Mr. Ejima thought. He rang the bell placed next to the smaller door.
- Yeah? -  a powerful bass voice boomed from the intercom.
- Ejima, from the Department of Education, please open the door immediately. I'm here for an inspection!
-  Wait a minute, it's Sunday morning, no one from the administration is here, and for, um, some reason, I can't go downstairs.
- I demand to be let in immediately!
- Oh, okay, okay, don't shout like that, you'll wake everyone for a mile. Come in, there's a sofa in the hall. Please wait a moment while I get ready and I'll be right down.
- Okay, but who exactly are you?
- Jin, a senior and student council president. When no one from the administration is here, I'm supposed to represent the school.
Something slammed and the door burst open. Mr. Ejima entered briskly, stunned, "What is this? Is this some kind of stupid joke or the work of a mad architect?" 
The hall was enormous, at least 20 feet high, almost completely empty except for a large sofa by one of the doors (also absurdly high). In the corner near the entrance stood a large, glass-fronted metal cabinet filled with strange objects. "What's in there? Are they bags, furniture covers, or something?" Mr. Ejima, curious, walked over and reached for one of the items on the shelf. "Up close, they look a bit like tires. Are they panties!? That size? Is this some kind of joke? And made of thick rubber with a metal mesh embedded in it? Totally crazy. And then there's the floor, just like a bathroom, sloping, with a drain at the end, strange...".
He climbed onto the sofa and waited. 
Although the sofa itself turned out to be made of some waterproof material, it was surprisingly comfortable, and Mr. Ejima, tired from his journey, dozed off. 
He dreamed that it was a wonderful summer afternoon, the sun was pleasantly warm, the air smelled of exotic flowers, and he had no need to rush anywhere. He was sitting on the veranda in a large, comfortable armchair, snuggling into wonderfully soft cushions. 
- Hmm, not that it bothers me much, but if you keep cuddling my thigh like that, I might just splash white all over everything, including your elegant suit.
The deep, velvety voice woke Mr. Ejima, who, realizing his situation, cringed in embarrassment on the sofa (though some magnetic force still prevented him from tearing himself away from the impressively large and muscular thigh of the boy sitting next to him).
- Besides - the imposing young man continued - it took me half an hour to calm down after you interrupted my intoxicating 'training' with three judo champions, medalists in the highest weight class, and you stirred me up again...
- I'm sorry - whispered Mr. Ejima - I didn't mean to, it just happened...
- Okay, I'm used to people liking me so much -  the giant smiled - Okay, I'm Jin. So why did you come here, Mr. Ejima?
- For an inspection, because the neighbors complained about you - these words were whispered not by a menacing inspector from the ministry, but by a quiet, nervous man.
- Complaints about us? - Jin asked, surprised - We're nice, polite, and happy to help anyone who asks, and everyone around us really likes us too. What exactly is going on?
- Apparently, you're walking around naked, and that's disgusting and scandalous.
- Mr. Ejima -  in said, turning serious - Yes, I'm naked now, but do I look disgusting? I should also mention that the other students and residents of our dorm are no uglier, shorter, or less muscular than me. So objectively judge whether my appearance is disgusting and outrageous?
- Well, I think this is probably the most beautiful sight I've ever seen -  Mr. Ejima blurted out without hesitation (or thought).
- Exactly, and besides, we don't leave the dorm naked. See that cabinet? That's where all the panties we put on when we leave the building are kept.
- Uh, excuse me - Mr. Ejima couldn't help but be curious - I know why they're so big, but are they made of tires?
- Not exactly, but yes. You know, most of us, maybe even all of us, get aroused easily, and we're quite big and strong, so we had trouble with the durability of our panties. Unfortunately, regular materials didn't hold up, only using thick rubber reinforced with Kevlar did the trick. They bulge, but they don't break.
Mr. Ejima pictured the boys from Tarou High in those "bulging" panties and squeezed his legs together tightly.
- Yes, we walk around the dorm naked - Jin continued - but there's a warning on the gate. Besides, ordinary people aren't allowed here. And as you've noticed, there are no windows on the ground floor of our building, the building closest to the dorm is quite far away, and there are also quite a few large trees in front of our dorm. As you can see, to spot us, you have to work hard, or rather, lurk in one of the trees with binoculars. So it's not us who are indecent, it's the ones spying on us, right?
- That's right, I'll write about it in my report -  Mr. Ejima continued in a quiet, trembling voice - And can I ask you for one favor, young man?
- Sure, what's the deal?
- Could you just sit here a little longer, and I could sleep here, next to you, for a while longer?
- Hmm, why not -  Jin mused - although if you hug me as tight as before, I probably won't be able to hold it in and I'll flood the hall, but that's what this floor and the fire hydrants in the walls are for, it'll wash away, like always... Or maybe I'll ask one of the bigger boys to come down here, and then the "leak" problem will be taken care of. Hey, Mr. Inspector, would you mind if Katsuya came down here and sucked on me? Hey, Mrs. Ejima! Look, he fainted!

The Joy of Growing Up

The Joy of Growing Up

Here's Touki – a typical boy next door - indulging in his second favorite activity - cumming before leaving the house.
He's happy, not only because it gives him pleasure (as we mentioned, it's his second favorite activity), but his joy stems from the fact that he can now easily fill the entire kiddie pool. Two weeks ago, he could only fill it halfway, and a month ago, a regular bucket would suffice! Isn't growing up at such a rapid pace a reason to be happy?
Touki hopes that at this rate, he'll easily fill the entire backyard swimming pool before summer break, and after the summer, he might even have no problem with the school's Olympic-sized pool!

Although his parents weren't particularly thrilled with his growing up process and his "activities," what were they supposed to do?

They took their son to the doctor and expressed their concerns: Touki, despite his appearance (he was indeed quite tall and muscular for his age, but didn't stand out that much from the other boys on the school rugby team), was incredibly strong and devoured monstrous amounts of food, enough to feed probably several dozen boys his age. Is this normal?

The average doctor consulted with such a problem probably wouldn't have considered Touki a healthy individual. However, by a twist of fate, they ended up with a doctor who also worked at Muscle Academy. To him, a hyper-strong young man who devoured tons of food and produced hectoliters of semen was completely normal. The only thing that slightly alarmed the doctor was what he called the boy's "poor height and insufficiently large muscles."

As he explained to Touki's horrified parents, at that age, he should be at least three meters tall and weigh around a ton - pure muscle, of course. (Upon hearing this diagnosis, Touki's father imagined his son at that size and fainted.) After a moment's thought, the doctor concluded that Touki wasn't growing because all his energy from eating was going into producing such absurd amounts of semen. At that moment, Touki's mother also fainted. Fortunately, the doctor's words, according to his experience, this condition would last for two or three years, at most, and then there would be a sudden growth spurt and a rapid increase in muscle mass, were heard only by Touki, which, of course, delighted him so much that, even though he had filled the entire bucket that morning, he ejaculated, profusely flooding the doctor's office.

And so, Touki, along with his parents, lived in constant joy of growing up (his parents' joy was perhaps slightly less than Touki's...) and indulged in his favorite activities.

Oh, I forgot to mention what Touki's "first favorite activity" was. These were his evening and nightly "training sessions" with the combined rugby and wrestling teams from three nearby high schools. Although the boys emerged (early in the morning) exhausted but always very happy, Touki began muttering that he'd have to recruit a few more some sexually insatiable, horny bulls (preferably some super-heavy bodybuilders), because his needs were growing and growing...

In the Dormitory of the Muscle Academy

In the Dormitory of the Muscle Academy

 The peace of the Muscle Academy dormitory residents cannot be disturbed with impunity...

Just five minutes ago, Daiki, Hiroto, and Shota had been lying on their beds in silence (and in their unripped shorts...), studying for tomorrow's exam. 

Then the two "security guards" suddenly burst in, accusing them of being too loud and demanding a fine.

Shota, to be honest, got a little annoyed (though he's a quiet boy, he hates false accusations) and got out of bed with an angry expression. His friends also jumped to their feet to stop their friend from making any rash moves.

When the "security guards" (actually petty crooks in disguise, trying to extort money; these poor souls didn't know they'd stumbled upon the Muscle Academy dorms...) saw who they were demanding the "fine" from, they realized their mistake and fell to their knees, apologizing profusely.

But it was too late...

The boys were tired after hours of studying and would probably have gone to bed, but these two were so tiny, so adorable, and probably had such dexterous, tiny hands...

Their shorts burst with a loud bang...

Spring Is Already In The Air

Spring Is Already In The Air 

 Although the calendar still says it's winter, spring is already in the air.

Spring, oh spring, the season of love, when all of nature comes to life.

And even if you're a skinny, weak nerd, you can't resist this feeling. Such are the inexorable laws of nature.

The janitor watching the pair from down the hall smiled sadly as he realized that if these two were acting like this, then those big, overgrown, muscled hunks that so many of them attend this school would soon start acting crazy too, and then it wouldn't just be a few stains or a small puddle, oh no, it would probably start as usual with the gym completely flooded, and white, sticky, rushing streams would flow through the halls.

Time to get out the rubber boots...

Cherry Blossom Boy

Everything blooms in spring.

Especially the students of Muscle Academy...

Oh yes, you could see all sorts of things in the park surrounding the university. I mean, you can only theoretically, on those days when all nature goes crazy and is pumped up with juices, the park and all the school grounds are closed to visitors, and students are prohibited from leaving these strictly protected areas. And no, it's not about their safety, they (I assure you) would be able to handle any danger (even an attack by a horny Godzilla) without a problem, it's about the safety of ordinary citizens..

In spring everything blooms

And spring came again, and everything around blossomed, not only trees and flowers, but also young men going out to the city in tight clothes.

It is indeed nice to walk on a spring day and admire all nature in bloom...

Barbarian Princes - The Next Generation (1)

Who is this charming young man lying so gracefully on this bed? More on that in a few days...

Mom, dad, this will be my bedroom now!

 Mom, dad, this will be my bedroom now

- Kyō! For God's sake, what happened to you!
- Oh, hi mom, hi dad, and why did you come back from that trip so quickly?
- Quickly? We were gone for a week, didn't you notice? What happened to you and our bedroom?
- Mom, dad, this will be MY bedroom now. No, don't try to protest. First of all: this is the only room in the house that I fit in ("still" he added in his mind), second of all: no, I won't say it, I'm a good son after all, but you can see it yourself, considering the difference in our sizes ("I actually think my penis is bigger than any of you" he clearly didn't say it out loud), then, well..., you know...
- Okay, okay, this is your bedroom, me and dad will sleep in your old room, but tell me what happened!
- Oh, remember how you said before you left that you were sad that you wouldn't be there for my birthday and that I could order whatever I wanted as a gift and you'd pay for it?
- Yeah, but...
- So I ordered some of that new bodybuilding supplement "Jumbo Grow" and somehow started eating it, it was really tasty, so when I ate it all, I ordered more and more, and eat and eat..., so when you say you were gone for a week I think I fell into a food coma...
- Son, how much of that supplement did you eat?
- Well, I said a little...
- Kyō! Stop spinning! Tell me how much you ate in total!
- Well, that'll be about two...
- Two? Two of what?
- Well, crates or pallets or whatever they're called...
- And on one of those crates was...?
- Well, I think there were 56 bags...
- Bags, you say, son, you mean tiny ones?
- No, Daddy, a little bigger...
- How bigger, honey?
- Well, they were big but light, they said "weight: 40 pounds", I think...
- WHAT! You ate TWO TONS of supplements!!!!
- Well, if you say it was two tons, I guess it's true. I was always bad at math... And I drank a few cans of that new energy drink, and that's it.
- Two tons of supplements! No wonder you look like that, but what do we do now?
- What do we do? First, my stomach is starting to rumble, so order some food, second, as you can see, I have another "need" and I'm a little too big for a cell phone, so grab mine and call my buddies to come over here and help me out, and third, can you order me another "Jumbo Grow"? Not that I want much, really, 2-3 fully loaded trucks of it will be enough.

Haruki - The Barbarian Prince

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