Chapter #4Lunch sounds better by: Unknown They put Matt's bags down in the entry way and Russ led them to a table where they sat down.
"How hungry are you?" said Russ.
"I'm just hungry. Not starving, but I can eat," said Matt.
A man in a waiter uniform walked out from the kitchen, setting down large waters and a basket of bread slathered with butter. "Welcome to Camp Willix. I hope your friend here is... hungry," said the waiter looking Matt up and down.
"He's starving," said Russ.
The waiter laughed evilly and disappeared back into the kitchen.
"Well, I'm not THAT hungry," said Matt.
"But you're gonna eat anyway," said Russ, grinning at his new bunkmate. Matt started to speak again, but Russ cut him off, saying, "Hey Matt. I'm gonna be straight with you. You're gonna eat and you're not going to stop eating until I tell you you can stop. Got it?"
Matt smiled, even started to laugh when he saw that this muscular dude across from him was dead serious.
"Heh.. why would I do that?" said Matt.
"Because if you don't, you'll end up eating anyway. It's better for you if you eat willingly."
"You mean you'll... you'll force me to eat? Why?"
"I like how you look, Matt. And I think you'd look really good with a big round ballbelly.
"So you're gonna make me grow one? I don't think so. I'm outta here." Matt stood up to leave, but found himself quickly in a head lock by Russ' huge thickly muscled arm. Russ leaned into Matt's ear and softly whispered, "Now you sit back down, boy. And you eat. And you eat until I tell you you can stop." Russ tightened his grip on Matt's neck to accentuate what he had just said. "Do you understand?"
Matt choked out a "yes."
"Good boy," said Russ and he loosened his grip. Russ released Matt and stood before the young man, letting Matt look him up and down to see just how big he was. Matt rubbed his neck and glanced toward the entry way. "Don't even think about it, stud" said Russ. "Just sit down." Matt sat obediently, not knowing what else to do. “Take off your shirt,” said Russ. Reluctantly Matt did as he was told, certain that he would get out of this somehow.
The waiter returned and set an oversized platter of pasta in front of Matt. "Enjoy," said the waiter, placing a hand momentarily onto Matt's flat stomach and chuckling before disappearing back into the kitchen.
Matt looked at Russ once again, hoping this was all some sort of joke. It wasn’t. Matt began to eat. Half way through the meal, Matt began to slow down. Russ stood next to Matt, intimidating the boy to continue eating.
After the platter was emptied Matt was extremely stuffed, his belly bloated out full and tight. Russ reached around and rubbed the taut smooth belly.
Then…
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