The Security Council - Chapter 2
by: John
The six monumentally muscled figures that remained knew that they
were each the best that their respective countries had to offer. It
had been ten years since the last confrontation and every succeeding
contest offered volumes of muscle bigger and better than the time
before. Only the best that the last sixty years of perfected
combinations of raw genetics, unrelenting training, and carefully
crafted supplements could create ever made it to this stage. These
muscular marvels were almost beyond comprehension and only the very
best one of them would be the ultimate victor.
Those who disagreed with this internationally directed competition
pointed out that this had become nothing more than a barbaric and
gory betting spectacle to generations that could no longer remember
what it had been like when constant international strife and warfare
seemed to dominate the planet. Those still bitter with the memories
of the constant global threats and mass killings from uncontrollable
power despots saw this as a small human price to pay for the general
peace the world now enjoyed.
Individual government opinions aside, the sheer size of the global
viewing audience and staggering amount of money exchanged in the
forms of wagering and commercial sponsorships seemed to now propelled
the continuation of this visceral spectacle.
The contests, as dictated by the international agreement, pitted the
strongest and best of each chosen nation against each other for the
undisputed right to govern the direction of the world for the next
decade. Under this program for over sixty years, ever since the
global agreement to use this controlled form of battle to select the
country of the Chairman of the United Nations Security Council along
with the sole right to the all-important veto, there had been a
significant reduction in global confrontation.
Sweden, Canada, Senegal, Brazil, Germany and Jordan remained. The
elimination of the US and the other four standing members of the
Security Council early in the competition had come as quite a
surprise. Yet many "secondary" countries, like Canada and Brazil had
been making astounding advances in genetic selection, training and
supplement development in recent years.
Finally the stadium was ready for the fare of this warm afternoon.
The six draped figures sauntered onto the platform at one end of the
small arena area. Even covered as they were, their massive
proportions were not lost on the global viewers. Arena tickets, as
always were at a premium and only a lucky, very wealthy few were
privileged enough to witness the spectacle first-hand.
The huge screen above the six magnificent muscle figures began to
flash with names of the countries. Germany silently prayed not to be
selected to fight twice in a row. A roar rose from the crowd as the
names of Sweden and Canada settled into view. Sweden had been the
early favorite of the odds makers and Canada had been an extremely
popular choice. This was another of those matches which many had
hoped they would see. While it would have made their key corporate
sponsors happier to have them meet in the final round, as long as
they met, it was bound to be a popular contest.
The two colorfully garbed, selected men stepped down proudly from the
platform and strode to the center of the field.
As the music of the national anthem for Sweden began to fill the air,
the blond giant stepped forward and untied his blue and yellow cloak.
He stood proud and naked with one strong hand cupped over his
enormous, meaty, left breast in tribute to the tune of his homeland.
It didn't matter how many times before the audience had experienced
this moment - it was always one that drove the crowds wild.
The crisp, sharp military facial features of the Swede appeared as if
they had been chiseled out of fluid rock by a great sculptor of
heroic figures. His high cheekbones shown like polished marble and
his deep set blue eyes glimmered from under the deep shadows of his
strong, proud brow. His sun-bleached blond crewcut reinforced his
dark tanned skin.
Every inch of the man was solid muscle. At six feet, four inches, he
was half a head taller than his selected opponent. His three-hundred
and ninety pound frame was a monument to manly perfection. As
befitted all the competitors, his densely packed muscles were wrapped
and enhanced by the webbing of aesthetic veining that demonstrated
his complete lack of fat.
To most he was "the Swede"; to friends he was Oleg. Even though he
had been raised and trained for this specific event, he was a man of
compassion and humor but one whose military background never let him
loose sight of his task. Oleg was proud to have been selected to
represent his country and his people and did not intend to let them
down.
The music ended and the Canadian anthem began. Maurice was from
Montreal and carried himself with an air of French pride as much as
that of a Canadian. His soft dark brown curls blew playfully across
his forehead and eyes as he moved into position near Oleg. The soft
cloth covering his great body billowed against his heaving upper body
mass as he stepped into place. The beautiful white and red garment
slid gracefully to the ground as it unveiled the most beautiful male
forms imaginable.
He was no less muscular than his fellow competitor, but every
phenomenal muscle flowed gracefully into the next. Where Oleg was a
chiseled machine, Maurice was polished fluid perfection. His three-
hundred and sixty pounds appeared as if it had been formed in a mold
created by hands of a god.
When the Canadian anthem was completed, both men turned toward one
another and began the posing demonstration that was intended to both
taunt and impress. The crowd flew into almost uncontrollable
chanting as individuals cried the name of their favored contestant.
Soon the voices formed rhythmic assaults of name verses name with
each group trying to out-shout the other. With each pulse of their
name, the two muscled gladiators crunched and flexed and contorted on
cue toward their fellow combatant.
The chisel cut muscle of Oleg churned itself into hewn stone-like
consistency. Already impossible size expanded under the applied
pressure. The unimaginable power within each unbelievable mass of
muscle became covered with crisscrossing striations and crystallized
into seemingly invincible density.
Oleg's upper torso fractured into 67" of crystal-cut muscle. His
upper arms assumed their full 28" readiness as his upper thighs
blossomed to crosscut displays with 35" of muscle that outmatched the
total circumference of his waist by 3". The calf muscles achieved
their 24" massiveness of support. His ass was a creation of gluteal
joy. When he walked the cheeks carved into stratified layers of
compacted stone with each piled layer cantilevering ever further over
the dimpled crevasse at each side.
Undaunted, Maurice met every challenge with equally focused response
as his body of astounding musculature literally flowed from mind-
boggling display to mind-boggling display of both immense beauty and
honed perfection. The smoothness transformed itself into voluminous
heated mounds of delicious meat. The flawless proportions and tissue-
thin skin revealed every fiber and cut of the phenomenal, yet vibrant
volumes of sculpted flesh.
At 5'-11", his three-hundred and sixty pound frame was wonderfully
exaggerated by the beauty of his proportions. The same 67" of pecs
and upper back that Oleg possessed was carried by Maurice. Only his
upper body flowed like water polished stone down to his own 29"
waist. The 26" upper arms and 23" calf muscles tapered gently to
equally small wrists and ankles. While his pecs, when completely
pumped, projected out an inch thicker than those of Oleg, they seemed
even more inviting because of the flat crispness of his tremendously
tight midsection.
The sight of this dual demonstration was almost too much to bear. It
was time to demonstrate the power behind the flawless images.
The impression of strength oozed from every pore of each magnificent
creature. Oleg, as the representative country selected on the first
screen moved into position for his display of strength. He had
selected a rowing demonstration and quickly moved up a ladder to a
narrow horizontal platform that had been suspended about ten feet
above the ground. The audience moaned with lustful repose as they
watched the crystalline movement of the various striations within his
voluptuous ass ascend the ladder.
Once on top, Oleg proceeded to splay himself faced down on the narrow
padded platform. The liquid volume of his relaxed pectoral meat
spread outward and spilled of to each side of the planking as Oleg
let his immense arms hang down loosely toward the ground below. He
stretched down until he was able to secure a grasp of two handles
mounted atop poled extensions down to a second platform resting on
the ground.
As he did this, Oleg's voluminous back muscles fanned ever outward
and swept down to virtually blanket the rest of his upper body from
view. The sweeping masses belied belief as the measured differential
between the enormously spread upper proportions and the impossibly
tiny exposed smallness of his lower back became visually overwhelming.
One by one, his five fellow competitors stepped onto the surface of
the grounded platform until all five, and over 2,000 pounds of
bafflingly muscle, stood positioned and ready. Oleg began to draw
enormous volumes of enriching oxygen into his lungs as his upper body
mass expanded and filled into ever-thickening proportions. The
massive pecs swelled into solid rounds of meat and forced the
amazingly small waist to form a wide arched opening between its
smallness and the padding of the plank below.
With visible facial commitment Oleg's back muscles lost their fluid
look and divided into intensely thick separate volumes of sculpted
muscles. The lats flared into carved chiseled sweeps of paralleled
fanning mounds as they took on the initial forces of the weighted
contraption below. Fingers of steeled muscle appeared between the
inner line of the thickening lats and the deepening valley of the
central spinal column. Sweat lighted up the Christmas tree of the
spinal erectors and the beads of the sweat twinkled off of the
surface of the lower back meat as if reflecting the points of light
from a decorated tree.
Slowly the bottom platform moved from the ground. The now fully
realized latissimus masses assumed the vision of intertwined cabled
steel cords as they fought to pull the unbelievable load ever higher.
The central core of Oleg's back disappeared into a hand-deep canyon
of ballooned rock-like muscle as the mounding meat contracted further
and further.
Finally, the mountained masses of Oleg's traps would not let the two
sides of the stoned meat to move any closer together. With one last
deep, further thickening breath, Oleg locked the suspended platform
below into a stable position a full three feet off of the ground. All
2,000 pounds was held in unbelievably secured suspension by the sheer
strength of his glistening back muscles for a full minute before he
slowly returned the load carefully to the ground.
The cheers from the crowd only grew louder once Oleg had returned to
his standing position on the ground and hit them with one of the most
tantalizing lat spreads ever offered to the world. The action induced
pump created a sweep of muscle from ungraspably thick upper broadness
to impossibly small girdled narrowness that was nothing short of god-
like.
Maurice moved forward unaffected by the gauntlet that had been thrown
down before him. The sheer beauty of the movement of his body into
position was enough to draw the riveted minds from the accomplishment
of Oleg to the image of his challenger. The words grace and Maurice
were veritably interchangeable. Maurice was never one afraid to push
the proverbial envelope. Not even the media was prepared for his
demonstration. Had they been aware of his intent, certainly there
would have been a flurry of censorship debates of sufficient
magnitude to disrupt the entire proceedings.
Precisely because of this, Maurice had not shared his actual
intentions with any but chosen trusted few. His beauty had already
become legendary and his sexual erotic dispositions were no secret.
Maurice's body of liquid-gold muscle moved directly over to a 30"
long, three inch diameter steel threaded pipe. A 12" diameter round
plate had been welded to form a sort of base at the bottom of the
vertical tube.
A confused crowd watched as Maurice slipped one 45 pound plate over
the pipe and let it fall loudly to the base. He followed this with
three more plates. Pausing as if debating with himself, Maurice
finally added a fifth plate to the assemblage. Then he drew a rounded
cone-shaped metal item from a nearby box. The base of the cone was
about four inches across and the cone was about 5" long.
Moving back to the steel pipe, he placed the cone on top and screwed
it onto the upper end to form a cap. The resulting shape was not
merely suggestive. The noise of a loud collective gasp grew through
the arena as the audience began to realize what was about to happen.
Securing a pair of latex gloves, Maurice covered the top third of the
created instrument with what could only a be lubricating liquid and
then, without hesitation, he straddled the waiting man-made weighted
dildo and positioned the base of his equally beautiful ass over the
very tip.
As if to warm up for the pending challenge, Maurice began to flex and
relax the sculptural marvels of his gluteal masses. The total lack of
any excess water or fat caused the deliberate sensual, self-massaging
muscle display to move well pass suggestive and leap to brutally
erotic. Unbelieving cameras moved as if hypnotically driven into
close-up views of this unimaginable display. Maurice's body was of
such a level of perfection that no matter how he flexed, shifted,
undulated or moved, he virtually secreted eroticism.
Slowly, his hands moved up to the core of the offering as his fingers
began an obviously well-practiced massage of the deliriously inviting
sphincter. Satisfied with his preparation, Maurice lowered himself to
where his ass hole came in contact with the inviting, cold metal cap.
His butt muscles spread and flowed into ever more beautiful arcs of
waving mounds of meat.
Another gasp fill the air when the anticipated slow impalement was
presented with an instant, mind-numbing instantaneous complete cap
insertion. A loud groan of obvious painful glee emanated from within
Maurice as he permitted about 10" of the 300 pound dildo to penetrate
his interior. Suddenly, the entire body of artistically sculpted
muscle carved itself into a steel-like display of sensual radiance.
Every fiber leaped into clearly discernible view on each and every
individual muscle, yet not a single one of them lost any of their
innate sexual beauty. Somehow the vastness of the size and the
density of each magnificent muscle that composed the unbelievable
Canadian seemed to define the term "perfection". The last grouping of
muscle to shift to stone-like, striated beauty were those of the
invaded ass.
With obvious confidence, Maurice began to move up from his semi-
squatting position. As he moved, the astounding ass fissured and
chiseled itself from stone to match the strength of the steel
embedded within it. As it accomplished the visual and reality of the
shift, the muscles locked onto the flared broadness of the
internalized cap and the full body of the weighted creation began to
move off of the ground.
An unbelieving audience grew dead silent as the writhing legs corded
their amazing musculature into locked mounds of ballooned meatiness.
Sweat flowed freely across the quivering massiveness of all the
various struggling muscles inviting cum-inducing sexual responses
from a large percentage of the viewing audience as Maurice smiled
erotically through the tension of his erotic accomplishment of
strength and held the position of the same sixty-second count that
Oleg had used in his demonstration.
Finally, he lowered the weight back to the ground, relaxed, and, with
an audible plop, dislodged the invader from within. As he moved back
into position next to his amazed opponent, Maurice permitted the
cameras and audience to enjoy one last demonstration of the beauty of
the controlling ass muscles by concentrating on the flexing and
stretching movement of the two marvelous globes during his parade.
If there had been any doubt it was now clear that these two
magnificent creatures had been selected to represent the best of
their respective country but only one of them would survive the
pending ordeal. This process, like before, would continue until only
one man remained and one country was victorious. The only tools
available to them were their own bodies. Only strength, agility and
guile mattered now. There were no other rules. It was that simple.
Man against man, muscle against muscle - only one victor.
While each man had been selected, trained and, in essence, created
for this very moment, they were all the products of a very
specialized science that had evolved over the years. The best minds
and scientists of each country had come to a number of common
conclusions and discoveries. The result was the ongoing creation of
more and more physically gifted men.
When the contests had first begun, most counties had sought to go for
the maximum in muscular size and density. After a while, it became
evident that dexterity, agility, intelligence and speed were equally
valuable. The result was the visually stunning creatures of today's
combat. The extraordinary muscular size had been maintained while a
return to aesthetic proportioning had been added for desired
maneuverability. Massive arms, backs, chests, butts and legs erupted
from tight, flexible waists and flowed down to supple but strongly
tendoned wrists and ankles. These were fine sleek race-horses with
the strength and power of the greatest quarter-horses.
It was not many years before scientists discerned that the greatest
drive for combined physical accomplishment and sculpted strength
seemed to be stronger in gay men. Over the decades, more and more
emphasis had been directed into selecting and training gay men. Of
the fifteen original combatants this year, 11 were strictly
homosexual and 3 were bisexual. Of the remaining six, five were
strictly gay, only the Jordanian acknowledged a predisposition to
both men and women.
The horn sounded. The combat began.
Maurice dove straight for the exposed blond-ringed groin of the
towering Swede. His hands moved in blurred swiftness as he lunged to
grab at Oleg's overly-large swinging male member. A pronounced side-
effect of the more recent supplements was the increased scale and
density of all the exposed body attributes. The sexual organs paraded
by these highly specialized fighting machines carried the same
stamina and presence of the rest of the visible musculature. Some
argued that this was what actually brought more and more gay men into
the program.
With unexpected speed and precision of movement, Oleg sidestepped
this anticipated initial move as the front of Maurice' body slammed
onto the grassy field. The giantly muscled arms of Oleg swooped down
around either side of the prone waist as Maurice slide under the
splayed legs of columnar Swedish muscle. The scooping hands
interlocked around the taunt Canadian midsection and, in one swift
maneuver, hoisted the full weight of the gorgeous body up in an
inverted bearhug.
Maurice groaned in sharp pain as he felt his slim waist hauled into
the void below the precipitous overhang of Oleg's stiffening pecs.
Maurice locked his perfectly sculpted ass muscles into steely dimpled
globes against the assaulting pectoral rocks as Oleg's hands and
forearms tightened their grip and tried ever harder to snap the
bridged column of Maurice's vertebrates against his clenched abs.
Acting quickly, Maurice bent his knees back and threw his feet into a
locked position behind the Swede's neck. His calf muscles flared into
rounded metal pistons pushing hard against either side of the
contained, straining upper head. Oleg suddenly found his ears ripped
with the pressure of the bundled lower leg meat and his nostrils
filled with the rich musky scent coming from the pair of fist-sized
balls within tasting distance from his mouth.
Maurice could feel his opponents biceps and triceps harden into
ballooned rock formations against his pain ridden obliques. He knew
he had to work harder or loose before the battle had even begun. The
years of practice with the fluid motion paid off as he was able to
bring his ankles and feet together in an interlocked formation and,
thus, increase the pressure being applied against the sides of Oleg's
head by his hardened lower leg muscle mass.
The very pressure threatened to crush the entrapped skull. In an act
of undaunted brilliance, Oleg finally seemed to relent and simply let
go of the bearhug. Once released, the handsome, inverted body fell
toward the ground as quickly as three-hundred and sixty pounds of
gravity applied forces could pull it.
Fortunately for Maurice, and unfortunately for Oleg, the Canadian's
interlocked lower legs remained secured and acted like a fulcrum on
the Swede's upper body. Soon both men found themselves horizontal on
the ground with the heavier Oleg on top of the beautiful Canadian.
Using all the immediate strength he could muster, Maurice threw
himself into a push-up with catlike speed and carried the full weight
of the giant blond up with him. His massive triceps locked themselves
into an astounding display of corded monstrosity under the burden. As
quickly as his arms were locked and secured, Maurice flexed one
mighty shoulder and the corresponding side of his densely packed
back; flipping the Swede over onto the ground next to him.
The sight of the heaving Swedish chest billowing up in an impossibly
thick arc above the vacuumed smallness of the power-raked waist
swooned the viewing Canadian momentarily as lust replaced drive. Then
Maurice noticed that the palpating, striated male breasts were not
the only engorged vestiges of muscle immediately visible. Oleg's cock
was beating ever higher with each pounding beat of his overactive
heart muscle.
The lustful vision at Oleg's loin pulsed with measurably increased
volume in rhythm with the rapid rise and fall of the mounded pecs.
His nipples pushed sharply outward and pointed down to the growing
organ on the underside of the monstrous pectoral curves. Each bundle
of densely fibered muscle within the huge massive male breasts
undulated with excited fury as the huge Scandinavian regained mental
control over his situation.
As the apple-sized head of the pounding male member climbed higher
than the peak of his expanded chest muscles, Oleg twisted his
refocused head toward the admiring Canadian. With shocking speed, he
thrust his body upward while spinning onto his knees and, reaching
out, took a large clump of flowing brown hair with him in one
clenching hand.
Maurice screamed loud and hard in painful awareness of the
predicament into which his lustful drifting had suddenly placed him.
In an act of inspired desperation, as his face rubbed past the still-
inflating cock of his captor, Maurice was able to get his mouth over
a small piece of the passing sensitive cock head. He bit down,
knowing that he did not have enough to do any significant damage but
more than enough to create painful discomfort.
The trick succeeded and, soon the two brutally pumped muscle men
stood pain-filled face to pain-filled face once again. Almost
instinctively, both sets of angered hands lunged out and each secured
as much of the preponderance of protruding breast meat as they could.
Two pairs of enormous male pectorals froze instantly into marbled
monsters as the sheer volumes pushed back against the invasions of
destructively desirous fingers.
Striation after defining striation formed across the expanses of
thickly protruding mounded meat as the density of the flesh hardened
into forces stronger than that which the penetrating digits could
muster. The central cleavage on each man formed into rock-like
cavernous cliffs and pairs of straining triceps cut themselves into
equally thick coiled springs as the forces being applied moved into
the upper arms for reinforcement. Redness grew around the points of
contact between man-tit and spiked fingers but neither man would show
any sign of failure or indication of weakness.
By now, both men were in a state of complete arousal. The force of
the struggle and the balance of the challenge was as brutally
exciting as it was fatefully deadly. Each set of fingers could sense
the impossible strength and fantastic accomplishment of muscle the
other had achieved. Surely only muscle such as their own was capable
of succeeding against such a collection of matching muscle.
They were both creatures bred for just this one purpose of proving
whose muscle had been better created and composed. It was obvious
that it would take every ounce of embedded strength and every inch of
steely volume of muscle to overcome that which they each now faced.
While each was aware of the ultimate outcome, there was a sense of
admiration for the accomplishment of physical perfection that was
their opponent. In another world they would be companions in
physical sharing, but here and now, their only way to survive was at
the expense of the magnificence of the other.
The biceps on both pairs of arms erupted into gloriously mounted
fibrous divided balls of heated meat as veins burst out onto the
surface like a network of webbing designed to keep the expanding
volumes from exploding through the translucent sheen of skin. The
arms grew to the size of a normal upper leg and then expanded far
beyond that scale. Each bundled division of the meaty core of the
upper arm masses cast sharply cut individualized shadows that
extended down through the equally involved ballooned forearms.
Still, the astounding chests muscles refused to yield. The applied
pressure could not even be figured or calculated. Only the heaving of
the mooned, throbbing pectoral meat indicated that it was composed of
flesh and not the rock that it simulated. The arms muscles grew
reddened with the visible strain of their massive effort and
breathing became quicker and shorter as the signs of exhaustion began
to set in.
Unseen by the two struggling creatures; hidden by the crescented
cantilevers of the pectoral splendors; two magnificent cocks stood
boldly solid with their broad, proud helmet crowns dripping with the
glistening of polishing precum. As the two gargantuan muscle-machines
leaned in heavier and harder in the pec to pec struggle, the caps of
the enraged male organs rubbed sweetly against one another in
stimulating excitement.
While Maurice was the shorter of the men in stature, his cock was a
good two inches longer than the 12" wonder that extended from the
groin of Oleg. The organ Maurice possessed was no less beautiful than
the man to which it belonged. The gentle upward arc of the shaft
seemed further strengthened by the network of veining encompassing
the unaltered wrist-sized thickness from crown to base. His balls
hung full, free and round about an inch from the intersection with
his lower crotch.
While the monster connected to Oleg was not as long, it made up its
mass in girth. Placed on a scale, it appeared that the equipment
carried by the Swede would outweigh that of the aesthetic challenger.
Where the cock sported by Maurice might present mortal challenge to
any taker in the penetration, Oleg's was equally dangerous because of
its significantly more threatening circumference.
Just when it seemed to many that the pectoral challenge might move
into an endless stalemate, Maurice surprised Oleg in a blindingly
fast shift to a full nelson. One second Maurice hands were tangled in
the massive pec death-hold and then next he was locked behind the
blond giant with a magnificently pumped bicep locked under his chin.
Oleg was surprised indeed and had not even had the time to lock down
his immense neck muscles in readiness for the onslaught.
Oleg reached up with his own enormously muscled upper arms to try to
grab and tear the embedded forearm and bicep from the air-inhibiting
position it had secured. His now-infamous lats flew out in a dazzling
display of fanned extension like two giant clam shells digging into
the lined obliques far below and billowed with strength as they
reached into the struggle to gain life-sustaining air.
Maurice reached up and grasped one ridged forearm with his other
hand, thus securing his strangle hold on the now flailing blond
mountain of muscle. Clenching his perfectly carved ass cheeks,
Maurice drove his steeled cock into the lower tissues at the base of
Oleg's own constricted ass. The applied pressures from high and low
pushed Oleg's vast musculature into a splendid show of reactive
quivering as every fiber jumped and pulsed in spasmatic reaction to
the crushing assault.
As the muscle quaking expanded down to and through Oleg's enormous
sculpted upper leg mass, Maurice's amazing member found its way
between the normally impenetrable inner thighs and burst forward
under the Swedes cum-filled balls. The crowning open slit at the end
Canadian's curved member appeared as if it were licking the underside
of the thicker Scandinavian cock as it slid along under the rhythmic
thrusts of its owner.
The undulating quivering of the body of meat covering the Swede sent
shocks of increased arousal through the pec, arms and groin of the
controlling Canadian. His massive, beautiful muscles tightened with
each quaking stimulation like the body of a python surrounding its
prey.
In a desperate attempt to regain some control, Oleg constricted his
own colossal ass muscles and upper thighs against the invading male
organ. The sculpted gluteal cheeks of the assaulted muscleman carved
themselves into piled boulders of granite-like meat. The resulting
pain experienced by Maurice within his iron hard organ sent waves as
much of pleasure as well as distress deeper into the core of his
massive muscle-body. Maurice had never felt so aroused, so strong,
nor so fulfilled as at this moment.
As less and less air found its way into the flailing stupendous blond
body, the muscle quaking and quivering revolted into a gorgeously
splendid show of uncontrolled muscle failure. The impenetrable pecs
writhed in pounding undulations of mind-blowing proportions. The
diamond-cut abs danced up and down over the crisp tight waist girdle.
His wonderful biceps balled into steel hardened cannonball shells
readied to burst upon impact. The triceps coiled and tightened like
over-tensed springs and the lats fleshed into full-quarter rounds of
richly fed beef.
As the last gasps of air left his lungs and the impossibly hard
constricting biceps of his attacker compacted his neck muscles and
bones impossibly closer toward each other, the phenomenal cock pumped
itself into a stiffened readiness that Oleg had never before
experienced. He found himself dizzy with a feeling of painful
fulfillment. All that mattered now was that last sensation of the
ultimate orgasm.
Maurice could sense the sound of the tearing neck muscle from the
bones and the crunching of the bones protecting the upper spinal cord
of this astoundingly splendid compilation of muscle entwined within
his grasp before he could actually hear or feel it. The spastic
massage to which the body of this dying muscle creature was exposing
him pushed Maurice to climax at the same time that the defeated man
erupted with his last living action.
Both men exploded with cum. Maurice shot the cum of victory in thick,
rich volleys that splashed heavily onto the underside of the equally
erupting steeled column of Oleg. The force of the climax that the
dying body pushed white-hot cum several feet out onto the ground in
such volume that the white line could be seen from the upper
bleachers in the arena.
When the crack of the neck finally sounded in Maurice's ear signaling
his victory, the spent conqueror slowly and caringly helped the
broken, but beautiful body of lost muscle onto the ground. He bent
over and placed a gracious kiss on the head of splendid conquest and,
as with others before him, headed off solemnly toward the adjacent
gym and the next round when he would have to face a new challenger.
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