THE SECURITY COUNCIL - Chapter 1
by: John
With all five Permanent Member nations having had their greatest
muscle representatives eliminated from the competition, there was a
discernible increase in the cries to end this "wasteful inhuman
spectacle". But the financial and legislative penalties that had been
legislated were too great to ignore, even for the wealthiest of
nations. No one could deny the vast splendor of those unbelievably
muscled creatures that remained representing the balance of the UN
Security Council nations. The media and the corporate sponsors had
way too much at stake to stop the program now.
Six of the seven remaining brutally muscled creatures had been
preparing and pumping in the main gym so that they would each be as
pumped, hard and ready as possible for this newest challenge. The
pressure on each of them to succeed increased geometrically as their
numbers dwindled. Their national popularity grew with each successive
round as did their opportunity to secure financial gain far beyond
the wildest dreams of most men. They had each been selected and
developed by the best minds and trainers in their countries for the
singular goal of being the last one standing.
The national stakes were no less astounding. The universally
recognized global international agreement established the rules and
protocol. Each remaining amazingly crafted mountain of muscular
accomplishment stood as the consummate representative of his own
country of origin. Of the original fifteen at the beginning, one from
each of the nations currently represented on the all-powerful UN
Security Council, eight had been eliminated. Sweden, Canada, Germany,
Jordan, Chile, Senegal and Brazil remained.
This was the first time that all five of the standing member nations
of the Security Council had been removed from the competition so
early on. What remained was a unique chance for one of the rotating
member countries to gain control of the powerful Chairmanship
position for the next term. This fact alone had helped pump up the
numbers in the world-wide viewing audience. The amazing caliber of
the phenomenal physiques and the accompanying frenzy in wagering made
this the most watched combat ever.
The sheer global popularity of this once-a-decade encounter fed by an
inexplicable lusting for voyeuristic violence had driven the amount
of money collected by the various members of the international media
for sponsoring this consummate program of international conflict
avoidance to astronomical proportions. It was as if the world had
been driven insane with this "simple" international agreement to
settle their disputes in this "more civilized" singular competition
of the best each country could create. Decades of scientific research
and supreme training had resulted in the creation of creatures of
such muscular stature and strength that the thought of their
mortality was almost unfathomable.
Under the agreement, there could be only one victor - and an ultimate
conquest by one man for one nation. The verbal battles raged on about
the alleged value of this program being continued. A growing group of
nations argued that mankind had passed the need to engage in
widespread conflict and, as such, this method that had been created
to avoid international conflict and, allegedly save millions of
lives, was cruel and outdated. Yet, the "proof" of the importance of
this ultimate competition measured by the lack of any large-scale
multinational conflicts in over 50 years continued to carry the
majority opinion as the moment.
But that was a battle for the politicians to fight. For now, the
charter directing this contest remained in place and the remaining
muscle-marvels of the competition were prepared to carry out the
roles for which they had been singularly trained and upon which they
were unwaveringly focused. For the ultimate victor came a decade of
glory and adulation beyond description and virtually limitless
financial gain through endorsements and sponsorships. Added to this
were the astounding fees a single ejaculation of their richly desired
semen could garner.
The seven remaining massively sculpted men stood ready. Each was
draped in billowing robing colored and designed to replicate the
country flag to which they had each sworn their respective lives. The
fabric hid the astounding size and muscular definition present on
each body but could not hide the swell of muscular pride demonstrated
by the ballooned, heaving pecs raising and lowering the waving fabric
in shelf-sized arcs.
A huge monitor in the center of the arena swirled as it had so many
times before with the rapidly changing names of each remaining
country in two columns. Finally the scrolling stopped and the
words "Chile" and "Germany" locked into view. A cheer arose as the
two representatives moved down from the platform and toward the
brightly lighted center of the grassy field. This was one of the
matches for which the networks had prayed. The betting had indicated
that these two were considered to be almost equal in every regard.
Since Chile had come up in the first column, its national anthem
began to resound through the arena first. As it did, the handsome
sandy-hair genetically perfect creation shed his bright red and white
robing. As the blue sash holding the tunic around his neck came
undone, the silky cloth fell lightly to the ground revealing all of
his golden-tanned naked splendor.
The five-foot eleven-inch skeletal frame was effectively invisible
under the four-hundred pound sheathing of sculpturally perfected
muscle. As Julio's country anthem rose to its rousing
conclusion, he
raised one strikingly enormous arm and beamed with the perfect smile
that bespoke his truly gregarious personality. His colossal biceps,
triceps, lats and pecs swayed in unimaginably heavy fullness as the
wave coursed through the splendid body.
The confidence of the German was immediately evident as he strode
boldly forward with the first beat of his own country anthem. His
previous victory over the man from Pakistan combined with an
awareness of his own staggering physical scale made him fearful of no
one. The body revealed with the fall of the black, red and yellow
striped covering resulted in the same awed groan from the spectators
as it had in his first contest.
Rolf was always pumped to chiseled readiness on the public stage. His
global endorsement contracts made him a known figure…and it was
quite
an amazing figure. The six-foot one-inch reddish blond Aryan had
built himself into the largest contestant ever selected to represent
any country. All four-hundred and twenty-five pounds was the best
muscle that had been created and manufactured to date. His body was
as flawlessly proportioned as it was gargantuan in size.
Another victory could only add to the already enormous product
endorsement contract value of the German demigod. Yet a victory by
the ultra-handsome Chilean would put him in a position of even
greater potential commercial value and take him to the level of an
icon in his own country.
Of course, the end of the music signaled the start of the
traditional "pose-off". This tradition went way back to early in the
twenty-first century when the combatants had used the routine to
taunt and frighten each other. This particular display was amazing
simply because of the visual equality of the two participants.
Julio never lost his magnetic smile as he swiveled and flowed through
his series of muscle defining presentations. It did not take long for
his perfectly carved upper arms to achieve their drool-inducing
fullness. The 29" biceps mounded up like the high-peaked Andes of his
home. Sharp shadowed valleys cut the deep transitions between
painfully beautiful forearms and competitively high deltoids. The
tanned skin stretched so thin as to reveal the fibrous lines of each
densely balled biceps and heavily coiled triceps. Rings of striations
curled around the ham-sized bellies of the tensely quaking arm meat.
Power and strength oozed to the surface in the form of ropes of
visually enhancing veining.
The Chilean muscle model brought his hands down and clasped his
superior upper body into a vast most-muscular crunch. This was
Julio's favorite pose as it set off his still balled biceps
against
one of the most astounding chests ever carved from brutally grown
male meat. His deliciously aroused nipples disappeared under the
cantilevered flesh as his pecs blossomed thickly out to the leading
edge of his wrists. The depth and fullness of the double domed
breasts was anyone's guess. The sheer, monstrous beauty invited
extended fondling and bespoke impenetrable strength.
Rolf acted by matching his challenger in a pose for pose display that
belied belief. There had been no lie when it had been reported that
these two god-like muscle creatures were a formidable match. The two
inch height difference and the twenty-five pound weight differential
served to make the two appear like twinned reflections of each other.
Rolf possessed his own mountain range of strength with his
unbelievable 31 inches of Alps-high biceps. His silky gold skin was
equally translucent in its covering of the rock-like visions of
balled meat. Rolf's triceps writhed like coiled springs as he
shifted
the position of his massive forearms to amply display the interplay
of both gargantuan upper arm masses. When he balled his upper body
into a reflection of Julio's crunch, the outer flanks of the
German's
pecs actually did reach to and past his clenched wrists.
The well-known phenomenon that was his chest was finally fully
realized as the German finished with a mind-blowing side chest pose
displaying pec meat thickness of lunar proportions. The surface of
the mooned masses formed into craterless rock formations that had
been cut with linear rifts by the tectonic forces working from within
the impossible depths of the solidified muscle. As if to prove his
superiority, Rolf slid one outstretched hand into the center core of
his magnificent man-breast cleavage until it completely disappeared
up to his own wrist.
The music began again to signal the move to the demonstration of
strength. Usually, this involved each combatant engaging in a
singular act that pointed out the supremacy of their muscular
accomplishment. These two, however, as a result of all the hoop-la
that had surrounded a possible match-up between them, had elected to
partake in a one-fall, traditional arm wrestle. The image of 60" of
upper arm mass intertwined in one struggle had been too much to pass
up. Billions had been wagered on the outcome.
The magnificent creatures assumed their positions opposing each other
each locked their right arms into the plated cup on a table readied
for them. The cameras zoomed in and focused on the pumped and primed
pair of flesh monster appendages. The huge screen in the middle of
the arena filled with the image of the quaking muscle of the
gargantuan appendages. Both men smiled in seductive readiness as the
horn sounded.
The two enormous biceps crashed into instant action as they slid from
rich flesh to hot lava to veined marble. Pumping veins parted from
with the meat and wrapped the chiseled surfaces in shadow creating
reinforcement. Neither ham-sized forearm moved from vertical. Sinews
of lower arm muscle inflated past the 20" mark as the locked wrists
twisted while each man sought to gain a tighter, more controlling
hold over the other. With each small twist of the wrist, the beating
masses of biceps meat writhed and separated into further and further
defined lobes. Long bundle-defining lines formed as the muscular
surfaces fissured from marble to granite
The equally commanding triceps threatened to lift the elbows out from
the cupped restraints as they blossomed into overstuffed fullness.
Then the audience went wild with desire and anxiety as Julio's
mountainous muscle transformed itself from dense rock to a carbon-cut
diamond finish complete with visible facets and brilliant with
crystal polished reflection. The solid formation spread up into his
sweating forearm as he began to push the hand of the larger muscled
German down toward the table surface. Rolf's struggling
multi-peaked
upper arm phenomenon of muscle climbed ever higher toward the
stratosphere as he fought with immense intensity against the Andean
muscle challenge.
Sweat flowed off both foreheads and further polished the glistening
muscles. The heat generated within the molten cores of the two globed
biceps specimens rose to the surface as the sweat rose off the white-
hot surfaces like steam from thermal pools. Rolf fought with every
ounce of impossible strength as his wrist continued to bend back
toward the flat surface. Rolf's more massive bicep rose above the
peak of the South American monument as it rolled further and further
back. The fissure between the bottom of his bicep and the upper
reaches of his colossal triceps shadowed into a crisp, deep
horizontal canyon in the struggle.
Julio knew he had mastered the other monster meat as Rolf's wrist
finally caved to the angular pressure and the forearm of the mighty
German slapped loudly against the table in defeat. Julio smiled
warmly at the German giant and bowed his head in generous victory as
he released his winning hold. Julio smiled broadly with memorably
handsome pride as he stood with the victorious monster arms posed in
a mind-shattering double-biceps. The sweat and pump of the
undertaking washed the glowing muscle into swooning carbon-steel
visions.
After the much deserved show of victory, now the two mighty bodies
were ready for the real challenge and gloriously sheathed in muscle-
enhancing sweat from head to tow.
While the arm wrestle had been a fabulous challenge and, for some, an
erotic-defining experience, it was mere child's play in view of
the
real task before them. Now the two glistening muscle machines
stepped back and apart as their minds shifted into the pending life
and death challenge. The reputation of their respective countries;
the chance for their leader to control the governing body of the
globe; and the fortune and very existence of one of these two
stupendous individuals was about to be decided.
Two men, one task, no tools, no rules, and only one survivor. Decades
of selective breeding; years of endless training; and a life of
scientifically controlled supplementation had brought these two most
perfect of human specimens together. And they had been cast onto this
field at this very moment for one purpose only - to destroy the other
before he destroyed you. It was only through total victory that your
country could claim its trophy. It was only through death that the
challenge would end.
The horn sounded.
Rolf, as if to signal his rejection of his loss in the preliminary
folly, took a few steps back and lifted his amazingly muscled body
upright - large and proud. Once again he hit his opponent with the
visual spectacle of his body. His chest rippled to its full 71" girth
as his lats widened out into giant clamshell arcs of deadly meat. His
crisp abs resembled the diamond formations that had covered
Julio's
biceps just moments before but they were flat cut and straddled his
sheered 32" waist. Turning his feet slightly outward, all 35" of
upper thigh mass billowed out in corded splendor above his pointed
rock 25" calf muscles.
The German twisted toward his left as his preponderance of triceps
crashed into a cave-forming view and the snakes of muscle within his
impossible pecs climbed atop one another until they mounded out more
than six inches over the hollow of his abdominal cage. In a show of
pure fearlessness, Rolf continued to turn until he was peering at the
awestruck Chilean over the top of one of his cannonball deltoid caps.
He knew the sight of his endless upper back thickness was enough to
unhinge the greatest of warriors. The astounding taper to the
evergreen array of compact erectors muscles only enhanced the overall
massiveness and impact of the vision. Then there was his ass. Perhaps
it was the greatest assemblage of gluteal muscle ever brought
together on one body. Rolf flexed and undulated the piled strata of
rocklike meat as the dimpled sides appeared to be carved deeply
enough to shelter a Pueblo village.
The rock formations of the German ass shifted like a great flowing
earthquake and beckoned with raw sexuality. Rolf leaned forward ever
so slightly on the spin and opened the shadowy depths of the vertical
canyon between his ass cheeks. The polishing upper body sweat ran
like a river through the base of the fissure and licked his
intoxicating sphincter opening. Then he shut the walls once again as
a demonstration of his control over those who may wish enter.
By the time Rolf completed the turn, three things had happened.
First, Julio had responded with the level of arousal Rolf sought to
stimulate. All 10" of the Chilean formidable tool protruded in rigid
splendor. Rolf had noted the promise of its thickness during the warm-
up ceremony and was pleased at the 3" width stretching across a
goodly section of Julio's loin. The thick, straight instrument
promised a solidity comparable to the muscle enshrouding the body of
the South American creature and Rolf swore he would test that
strength and bask in its liquid contents before the battle was over.
The second was that Rolf had, as he often did, brought his own
spectacle of manhood to heated glory. The two inches Rolf bested
Julio in height, he also sported in the length of his mighty cock.
The 12" rod had speared itself into a densely honed and marvelously
veined weapon. At 3 ˝" across at the base, it also further
overwhelmed its Chilean counterpart. Rolf could feel the solid
pressure within his fruit-sized balls to accomplish the victory he
expected and to release his celebratory fountain of creamy cum.
The third was that he had underestimated his foe. Julio had begun his
charge in the instant that Rolf's head was turning from one side
view
to the other during the arrogant circumnavigation. Having not quite
completed the turn, Julio was able to dive for the lower body of the
German column of muscle and clipped him just below the back of his
knees.
Rolf hit the ground hard. Only his preponderance of pectoral mass and
his astoundingly massive arms kept his from smashing face-first into
the ground. As it was, the pressure of the fall combined with the
applied weight of the 400 pound South American as he slid up on top
of Rolf's back knocked the air out of his lungs. Pain shot
through
the German loins as his unforgivingly hard cock was forced up into
his own abdominals under the pressure of his own felled body weight.
As he drew in a quick, responsive breath, Rolf took in more dust and
dirt than air.
Julio took immediate advantage of the situation as Rolf coughed out
the unwanted soil. His hands and forearms shot up over his head and
under the dangerously oversized muscle mass of Rolf's arms.
Somehow
Julio was able to lock his hands behind the head of the prone German
giant in a full-nelson hold. The same 60" of biceps and triceps that
had met on the nearly table now interlocked in a new struggle.
Julio managed to maintain the hold as he locked his knees on top of
the rear leg biceps pinned just below the phenomenal gluteal
carvings. Slowly, Julio let his mass slip to one side as one knee
dove in toward the previously inaccessible sphincter hole. Lifting
his other knee off of his victim, the full force of Julio's 400
pound
mass dug into the empty cavity between Rolf's upper legs. The
desired
effect was achieved as just enough rear leg muscle was parted to push
the leading edge of the invading kneecap onto the back of the
deliciously ripe fruit-like balls.
The German's scream was as painfully loud as the contact with his
gonads was painful in general. Using this position as the base of his
fulcrum, Julio pulled back and pushed forward simultaneously on the
neck of his intended conquest and forced the upper body to arc up as
the seemingly invincible lower back began to curve dangerously
backward.
Rolf could not believe that this could happen so simply and so
quickly to his muscular magnificence. He knew he needed to
concentrate. The unfathomable pain in his balls was his first
challenge. Taking control of his perfect ass muscles and drawing on
the untold years of gluteal training, he constricted the globed
marvels into the rocky formations he knew them capable of becoming.
Very, very slowly the pressure against his testicles began to
disappear as the combination of freezing gluteal mass and inner thigh
contraction began to force the 400 pounds of dead weight up and away
as if he was manually ejecting an unwanted invading cock. As he did
this, his lower back muscles were able to secure needed reinforcement
from the upper reaches of his steeled ass muscles and halt further
backward movement for the moment.
Julio was both shocked and impressed at the strength and capacity of
this German marvel as he felt the space containing his leg disappear
right from under him. The more his knee was pushed out, the more
unstable his position became. Eventually, Julio was forced to list to
one side and place his other lower leg onto the ground for anchorage.
Problem number one solved, Rolf turned to issue number two. While
keeping his ass locked and secured, he began to focus on the envy
muscles of his body. He could feel his mind sending rippling
direction to his massive pecs. Then he asked his formidable shoulders
and ungodly biceps to add their combined abilities into the battle.
By seeking to transform his spread-eagle position into a full most-
muscular crunch, Rolf began the process of tearing the clasping hands
apart from behind his neck.
As his pecs billowed forward with awesome muscular contortions, they
thickened and reached down toward the ground below them. Soon Rolf
could feel the upper ends of the blades of compacted grasses as his
aroused nipples tickled their way into the vegetative carpet. Fanned
striation after fanned striation cut across the ballooning surface of
his preposterous cleavage as every blessed fiber overpowered the
tendoned forearm grasp.
Rolf knew he would only get one opportunity before his own invincible
power would yield to failure. So, with one carefully concentrated,
and dangerous thrust he crimped his biceps and deltoids forward in an
act of a visibly astounding crunch. The sudden and spontaneous shift
of immense muscle from fluid flesh to fractured rock ripped the
fingers of the Chilean beauty asunder.
In the process, Rolf had heard the sound he had prayed would
accompany his desperate action. He slide out from beneath the moaning
figure and turned quickly to face his rising opponent. Rolf had
steeled himself into a veritable living sculpture of impenetrable
muscle in anticipation of any form of reaction from his opponent. As
tears rolled down the photogenic face of the Chilean muscle statue
Rolf confirmed what he had suspected.
Julio stared in disbelief at his inability to manipulate the torn
tendons that were intended to work his beautiful hands. While he did
not think that any bones had been broken, the swift ripping action
had, at best, separated several of the precious joints from their
controlling muscle anchors. Out of sheer anger and seeing no other
immediate option, the gorgeous Chilean head lowered itself and
charged toward the colossal figure before it.
Rolf clenched his waiting pecs as the frighteningly handsome skull
crashed into the impenetrable wall of meat. A dribble of blood from
the aesthetically noble nose was the only sign of damage immediately
visible to the casual observer. Julio raised his chiseled features up
toward the unaffected German monolith. The well known and impossibly
endearing smile appeared one more time on the gorgeous face. Then
Rolf noted the thin line of blood extending downward along one
handsomely high cheek as it dribbled from the left ear.
With that, Rolf knew that the fate of the beautiful man had been
sealed and that Julio was as aware of his ultimate disposition, too.
Julio cast a glance down toward the still rodded magnificent cock
Rolf sported and then toward his own still aroused member. Rolf read
the unspoken body language and compassionately moved forward.
Reaching down he placed one partially fisted hand around the shaft of
each of their cocks and, slowly, began a loving stroking.
He worked to match beat for beat as a natural and increasing rhythm
took control of his operations. Rolf acknowledged to himself that
the impossibly stiff erection carried by his grateful opponent was,
indeed, as hot and solid as he had imagined it to be. The stroking
lengthened and the pace increased as Rolf became more attuned to the
sexual reactions of Julio. Rolf knew his own limits all too well and
adjusted the activity of his hand on his own throbbing tool in an
attempt to bring them both to the desired orgasms together.
He was pretty much successful. Julio's first explosion of cum
pelted
Rolf's abdominal core with a delightful sting. The feel of the
hot
man-juices mixing with his own sweat and rolling down onto the top of
his cock set off Rolf's equally abundant reaction. Cum from the
two
erupting organs splashed hot and hard into commingled globules of
creamy white juice. Groans of joy from the two contorting musclemen
announced each succeeding explosion of cum. Rolf continued to stroke
the pulsing members until he could feel them slow their liquid-
draining beating. Finally, Julio smiled thankfully to his German
conqueror and nodded authorization to conclude the ordeal.
Rolf stepped behind the aesthetic flow of South American muscle and
capped each damaged hand with one of his own. He thought that Julio
would approve of this method. He raised both of the Chilean's
arms up
and out from his torso into a double biceps position. Then, using his
own hands to provide the leverage, he clasped hard around Julio's
non-
functioning digits. Applying what helpful force he could, Julio's
biceps mounded up into the glorious splendors that had defeated the
German giant at the table not so long ago.
Rolf knew that Julio must have been in dreadful pain, but the man
uttered not a whimper. Without seeing the handsome face, the German
was sure that it was awash with the ever-hypnotic smile. For one last
time, the German absorbed the vision of the tremendously crafted
biceps in all their magnificence. These marvelous 29" creations, and
no others, were the only forces that had ever defeated his own
magnificence.
Rolf had no doubt that, given more time, these South American mounded
mountains would have achieved equal, if not greater levels of
grandeur than the 31" marvels which he possessed. As a final signal
of honor and respect, Rolf leaned over and kissed the very peak of
each of the diamond hard surrendered biceps offerings.
The phenomenally photogenic double biceps pose seemed to be the most
befitting memory with which to leave the viewing world. Rolf closed
in on the torturously beautiful back of the South American and
pressed his colossal 6" thick pecs against the thickness of the
inviting upper back. For a precious moment, the two behemoths engaged
in a mutual massage of interconnected muscle as they rhythmically
undulated their respective upper back and bulbous pecs muscles
together. Both spent cocks began to visibly harden again. Within no
time, the Chilean stood in full glorious splendor. Rolf's own re-
charged organ joined in the message as it pumped itself repeatedly
into the crevasse between Julio's globed ass cheeks.
Finally, using all the mental concentration he could muster, Rolf
forced himself to focus on his allegiance and pledge to his native
Germany. Concentrating all his efforts into the enormity of his pecs
and the monstrosity of his own biceps, Rolf pushed his amazing,
solidified tits into the body of the waiting Chilean at the same time
that his overshadowing biceps yanked the matching beauties back
toward him.
Just as the first sensory fulfilling renewed gush of cum escaped in
creamy brilliance from his glowingly hard erect organ, Julio was
presented to his god. There was only a split second between the
sharp sound of the cracking collar bones and the accompanying crunch
of the crushing upper spinal cord. The heroically earned death was
instantaneous
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