The Security Council - Chapter 5
by: John
Tonight was all about the pageantry .. and the final brutal
challenge. It had been two full weeks since the megalithic muscular
Brazilian had decimated the towering black cock-king from Senegal.
Over the decades, the media, and the world, demanded the opportunity
to dwell over the final assault between the last two competitors.
Bars, restaurants, parties and the various electronic communication
systems were filled with debates, arguments and pure speculation as
to who would be victorious and how one or the other of the two
remaining consummate paragons of muscular fortitude would meet his
inevitable end. The images of the dismemberment of the challenger
from Senegal by the impossibly muscled Brazilian and the
strangulation of the great Swede by the gorgeous creature from Canada
were played over and over feeding the growing global frenzy.
The vast wastefulness of the destruction of either of these most
glorious of human creatures was bantered about by human rights
advocates. At the other end of the spectrum, staunch defenders held
fast in their belief of the value in the program because of the
countless lives they alleged to have been saved by the virtual
elimination of global confrontation at the expense of only fourteen
knowing, essentially voluntary, victims.
Photos and videos of the impossibly perfected naked bodies of the two
waiting combatants plastered magazines, walls, monitors and papers
everywhere as the phenomenal creatures were elevated to the level of
icons by a lustful and sex-starved public. Billions in wagering
heated the conversations about how one could be destroyed or where
the weakness of the other lay. Of course, it was pointed out in
countless languages, whichever man was the victor would claim the
opportunity for untold wealth, and glory along with the title for
their respective country.
In addition, the two nations from the UN Security Council still
represented reveled in the time afforded during this extensive
interval to spin their own mythical tales on the glory of their
candidate and countryman. After all, one of these nations was about
to be the beneficiary of enormous world power for the next decade
simply because their uniquely muscled gladiator was able to overwhelm
the other vastly spectacular being.
The successes of their respective muscular creations had earn both
nations the right to be represented on the next Security Council and,
with that, to send contenders to the battle scene ten years from now.
Rumors were already in circulation about new and better gene
technology and training programs in the works. Just looking at the
vast muscularity gains since the last competition where none of the
men were over 400 pounds, had the world already excited about the
level of magnificent muscle and strength they might witness in the
next challenge.
The spin that had been woven this year by the two nations for
tonight's competition had been no different than for those in the
recent past. Brazil smothered the various forms of global
communication with tales of the immense, invincible power of the god-
like creature they had created. Luis had been elevated by their hype
to being proclaimed already as the epitome of human muscular
accomplishment. They fed the demanding public with sexually evocative
imagery and quotations about invincible muscle presented by the spin
doctors of his native homeland.
Brazilian officials bespoke of how the four-hundred and twenty pounds
of incomprehensible muscle that had been witnessed for the first time
only two short weeks ago was merely a foreshadowing of what the world
would see on this night of the last great battle. Indeed, his
coaches, trainers, nutritionists and protectors had rushed Luis away
to hidden, undisclosed quarters and, as they reported, subjected him
to a training and diet program so intense that the Luis they would
witness tonight would be a newer, even better paragon of manhood.
The media swallowed the leads completely as report after report and
article after article suggested that, in Luis, a human form of such
prophetic magnitude had been created that the concept of anyone being
able to overcome this awesome spectacle was beyond comprehension.
Stories began to surface about how this living mountain of
incomprehensible muscle had been selected because of his singular
drive to succeed in addition to his remarkable genetic potential.
Canada was no less intent on attaining a positive focus aimed toward
its marvel of manhood. Picture upon gloriously sexual picture of
Maurice in all his impossibly handsome perfection were everywhere and
assaulted the basic animal lusts of each and every viewer. How, the
ads asked, could anyone who was good and caring even consider
destroying this absolute and ultimate achievement in human muscular
beauty?
Certainly, no one could deny how immensely pleasurable and dream-like
this three-hundred and sixty pound Canadian spectacle was. The silken
tanned flesh oozed with raw sexuality. Signature images of the
interplay of perfectly sculpted body part with perfectly sculpted
body part and the woefully inviting deep blue eyes and pouting lips
were everywhere. Men and women around the world swooned with verbal
platitudes over the inexplicable sexiness of this perfectly muscled
form and figure.
Plus, as a more well-known entity, the guile and quick-thinking
qualities possessed by Maurice could not be, and were not,
underestimated by the gambling public. What ever the remarkable
beauty of Maurice yielded in muscular dimensions, he more than
compensated for with his sharp and tactical mind.
By the time of the evening of the final conflict, the public support
had given a slight advantage to the Canadian beauty over the painful
muscularity of the Brazilian beast.
Luis, who was, in his own regard, angularly handsome of face and,
obviously, dazzling in figure, reportedly was very upset over
the "Beauty and the Beast" scenario. And, while Maurice was pleased
with the sudden influx of interest in his flawless beauty, he did not
want the world to forget that it was his muscular development, agile
skill and astonishing strength that placed him in the same final
arena with his worthy opponent.
The night had arrived. One of the greatest and most popular Canadian
singers had just completed another overproduced version of their
national anthem when the multi-storied curtain in the form of the
flag of Canada signaling the entrance of the first of the two
representatives.
The expertly oiled, naked and glorious body of Maurice had never
looked more appealing or imposing than it did on this night. He, like
Luis, had undergone the best training, dieting and preparation that
his country could provide. Knowing cameras zoomed in quickly and
swept repeatedly over the astounding form and figure as it floated to
the center platform.
The stadium filled with audible sighs driven by pure passion and raw
lust. There was not a man or woman present who would have rejected
any opportunity to spend time bestowing endless admiration and
worship on this body of living sculptured brilliance. The word
flawless had been used repeatedly when attempting to define this
marvelous creation, but it was exactly the right word to explain what
existed in and on this breathtaking body.
Maurice moved like a flowing statue of living muscle up onto the
platform. The sheen of his oiled body reflected in brilliant splendor
under the caressing lights of the arena. He cast a warmly captivating
smile to the audience from his model-perfect face. Silky brown curls
blew thickly across his carved brow in the pleasant evening breeze.
Raising one huge 26" arm that was as perfectly honed and proportioned
as every other part of his body, Maurice met the resounding cheers
with a friendly and thankful wave.
Then the cameras focused on the orchestral performance of the
Brazilian anthem. The choir of children who sang were much more
inviting than the overdone Canadian presentation. The Brazilian
officials who had planned this rendition were pleased that it had
been exactly the right choice needed to sway the audience to an
appropriate sympathetic welcome for their gladiator.
The curtain parted upon completion of the tune and the emerging image
of the naked Luis, once again, was accompanied by gasps of disbelief.
For a second time, the bragging of the Brazilian rumor-mongers were,
if anything, understated. As the figure of his weigh- in statistic
flashed on the monitor, the disbelief grew to astonished awe. The 5'-
10" man that had been the consummate compilation of muscle at four-
hundred and twenty pounds now appeared as an invincible immortal
carrying four-hundred and thirty-five pounds of intensely created
muscle-meat.
Since both men were about the same height, the visual difference of
this additional seventy-five pounds of densely crafted muscle on the
body of Luis was something beyond description. There was so much
preponderance of muscle assembled on the frame of the Brazilian that
every minor movement of the oil polished body resulted in a memorably
awesome and sexually arousing readjustment in the totality of muscle
involved.
The platform steps thundered and groaned under the brutally applied
forces as the impossible image of Luis mounted the stage and
announced its unavoidable presence next to the limitless beauty of
the Canadian. And, yet, all too soon, one of these intense physical
specimens would no longer exist in the world of the living.
This, indeed, was to be a competition of legendary stature. This
would be a contest of which the world would speak for many, many
years to come. Suddenly, all the fears and worries held by the
various sponsors and media concerning the matching of two "secondary"
countries dissolved to the level of humorous anecdotes. Even the
growing band of nations that had refused to participate in what they
described as "an unnecessary carnage in the name of corrupted and
perverted power" found that they had large viewing audiences drawn in
by the addictive hyping.
This time, each man was to have three minutes of his own for the
posing demonstration. As the show began, it also afforded the two
challengers the chance to mentally speculate on their greatest
chances for success. Following the same order as the randomly
selected entry, Maurice moved to center stage first. As if the
swooning beauty already apparent in the muscle cascading over the
length and width of his astonishing body wasn't sufficiently
displayed, an array of carefully located lights replaced the more
general arena lighting.
Soothing shadows formed across the liquid strength of the perfectly
muscled creature and reflected off of the combined oils and sweat.
The soothing shading of a naturally accomplished tan added even more
depth and volume to the vision of Maurice's awesome musculature. He
flowed from luscious display to luscious display with the grace and
wonder of a finely polished professional ballet dancer. Only the
scale and scope of the inordinately created muscles signaled his true
calling as a devotee of strength and power.
Maurice began by pulling both arms into a gracious and marvelous
double biceps pose that was intoxicatingly enhanced by the twisted
flow of his lower abdominal core designed to accent the smallness of
his trim 29" waist. Holding the masterful arm pose with all 26" of
cut, interlocked upper arm muscle in prominent display, Maurice let
one stretched and gracefully muscled leg drift backward as he lowered
his torso down toward the floor so that the front upper leg mass sat
splendidly on top of the ballooned calf muscle curled below it. His
ample cock and balls draped down into contact with the platform
surface.
Luis was immediately captivated by the brilliantly beautiful creature
and, in his own way, saddened over his need to destroy this rare
level of perfection. Yet even as he watched, Luis envisioned the
possibility of simply twisting the fabulous upper torso from its
lower extremities at the point where the aesthetically trim waist
joined the amazing body together. He could also sense the opportunity
to completely demolish the wonder of the impossibly handsome face
within the very depths of his own colossal pectorals.
The warm touch of the tip of his marvelous maleness against the
heated flooring surface switched Maurice's overcharged sexuality into
high gear. As he held the position, Maurice began to twist, again,
from side to side. His extended leg pushed his exposed gluteal mass
into a raised lined array of locked magnificently dimpled meat. The
open space at the base of his groin between the widely spaced upper
leg masses provided plenty of room for the rapid expansion of his
pendulous cock.
From his vantage point Luis began to dream of the possibilities
afforded to him by the magnificently formed domes of sculptured ass
laying spread open before him. The smooth deeply etched vertical
central cavity offered by the flexing Canadian virtually invited
invasion. The only decision was as to what specific weapon to use in
partaking of this special posterior offering. Surely complete
insertion of his 17" of hardened pile-driving cock would be
sufficient to render the ass apart internally. But, then again, the
mounded globes of desire begged to be literally torn asunder by hand.
Unaware of the postulations of the Brazilian, Maurice's meaty manhood
blossomed toward fully aroused ripeness in an ever lengthening,
thickening and rising arc as his posing continued. Maurice tilted
his upper torso back slightly and extended his more upraised arm out
straight. The mass of the billowing triceps replaced the image of the
fully realized biceps splendor. The flowing movement also began the
display of the thickening upper pectoral mass by the extended arm.
Maurice began to lower both marvelously muscled arms as he,
simultaneously, raised his torso back up to a standing position.
Now Luis imagined the possibility of severing the meaty upper
appendages from their fluid connection and tie into the cannoned
Canadian shoulders. Or, maybe he could just crush the years of
painfully formed size and shape out of the muscle-laden upper arms
until the sheer skin torn away and the fractured bones broke the now-
flawless surface.
The Canadian cock was rising to full promise as fast as his body was
growing to full-height as he stood upright. The pecs fashioned
themselves into wondrous balls of fully mooned meat, graceful as any
extraordinarily well endowed woman but with the rich thick
consistency of sharply strong male muscle.
As the shapely meat filled the image of his upper torso with
brilliant., great cascades of muscle, Maurice's cock asserted its own
completed rise to irresistible wonder. All 3" of diameter and 14" of
length of actualized steely accomplishment paraded itself from the
tiny muscled loins in a softly upward curve from its anchored core to
its mythical crown. A web of finely reflective veining surfaced
between the glowing, stretched skin covering the fabulous shaft and
the bounty of meat packed within the beating cylindrical tube.
The site of this most splendid sex organ reminded Luis of his efforts
on the man from Senegal. What better way to bring his own cause to a
successful conclusion than with a repeat of the previous method of
victory. He could already envision this paragon of human beauty
destroyed and rendered into a useless lump of flesh by separating the
very core of his maleness from the rest of his marvelous body.
Maurice continued as he swiveled in a complete circle in a slow,
continuous and graceful heal to toe spin so that every section of the
viewing audience had the opportunity to assess his overall
magnificence, including Luis. The marvelous taper from 64" of
strength defining upper body mass to the 29" diamond cut waistband
left everyone wanting to taste of the muscular eye-candy. The turning
glutes rose and fell as piled living relief sculptures on a pair of
lovingly chiseled legs. Adding the aesthetics of one of the most
beautifully realized cocks with the fully rounded, free-waving balls,
pushed most every viewer to giddy abandon and wild lusting that this
phenomenal creation should not be touched, damaged or destroyed.
But that, of course, was exactly what Luis was charged to do.
The Canadian wonder finished with a simple but elegant bow as the
astonished audience witnessed extraordinary flexibility for a
creature of such bountiful muscle as his full pouting lips placed a
solid, wetting kiss on the head of his own magnificent organ.
It had been quite a show, indeed. But now it was time for a very
different, but no less amazing display from the Brazilian paragon of
muscle.
As the flowing image of Maurice moved off into the shadows, the
overpowering figure of Luis filled the ring of lighted stage with
overwhelming muscle. Four-hundred and thirty-five pounds of
monstrously magnificent meat commanded the center of attention. There
was no way to describe a vastness of honed muscle so enormously
mounted that it had never before seemed even remotely possible that
all of this could coexist on one brutally handsome frame. While it
was not the same form of aesthetically balanced beauty sculpted onto
Maurice, it was, none-the-less, an awesomely beautiful sight to
behold.
If muscle was the name of the game and the primary goal, then Luis
was the epitome of that accomplishment. Yet it remained the challenge
of Maurice to prove that this magnitude of muscle could not only be
overwhelmed by the actions of another man, but that it could be
decimated and destroyed.
They had seen his biceps and triceps demonstration once before but,
so that the memory of Maurice's demonstration was pushed far into the
back of everyone's mind, Luis pounded the audience with the instant
vision of the mounded monstrosity contained on each of his mind-
shearing arms. Instantly, the audience not only forgot about Maurice,
but were dazzled with arms an additional inch larger that those that
had rendered the impossibly strong core of the West African's
maleness useless when last displayed.
The unseen Canadian shook with the shock of the spectacle that he
would have to face in a few short moments. There was no way he could
let these arms gain control over any part of his body. The power and
strength within those writhing fortresses of muscle was too much to
ponder.
The newly presented upper arms now flexed in at a record breaking 33"
of overall girth. While they had virtually achieved equal status in
scale with the chest size of an average human, there was no cavity of
empty space within the core of their bulk. These were vestiges of
solid, crystalline meat from leading edge to leading edge. The
monstrous wonders were as brilliantly dense from outer surface
through to the very bone at the central core. It would take four
large hands to extend, finger tip to finger tip, around the full
circle of rock-like meat.
Memories of the shattered chains filled the minds of many awestruck
observers as they tried to image the feel and wonder of these two
vast appendages. Their combined size exceeded the total diameter of
the Canadian upper torso they were about to encounter. How that
beautiful muscle-covered cavity could defend itself against these
invincible creations was unfathomable.
Maurice could not let himself continue to think of his desperate
situation, he had to find a method for success. Under any other
circumstances, Maurice would have chosen to pursue this magnificently
monstrous collection of muscle for purely lust-fulfilling sexual
purposes. There had been a constant stirring of longing emotions
within the Canadian mind from his first sighting of the Brazilian
wonder. But now he had to figure out how to penetrate and destroy an
amazing anatomy that was well beyond human. It was clear that there
was no way to challenge the bounty of muscle through the colossal arm
mass.
In the last round, Luis had been unable to display those other
awesome accomplishments he called his chest, back, ass and legs. This
time he was determined that everyone would understand the
completeness of this previously unattained level of muscularity by
any living human creature. Leaving his arms raised, Luis turned his
concentration to driving his expansive lats to their maximum glory .
He mentally forced the muscles to flare into truck-tire rounds of
steel belted, pressurized meat. The distance from outer edge to outer
edge where the wheeled wonders were interrupted by their intersection
with his ballooned triceps was almost four times wider than the same
measured distance across the width of his vacuumed waistband. Luis
knew that a tape placed around the uppermost reaches of his inflated
torso would now read in at 76" - this was a full foot more around
than that of the waiting Canadian and the results were all the more
dramatic knowing they shared the same 29" waist size.
The preponderance of flaring upper back and immensely splayed
pectoral muscle also offered little hope to the aspirations for
success to Maurice. A glimmer of hope lay in the disproportionately
small midsection. As astounding and lustfully desirous as it was in
creating the exaggerated display of upper body overabundance, the
displayed waist was clearly an area in which the two men were equally
matched. The simple question was how to get around or by the other
extraordinarily sized compilations of inhuman muscle to secure the
hold needed in or around the minuscule midsection and maintain it
long enough to separate the man from his spinal column.
As Luis swiveled to show off the preposterous differential of chest
to waist to its greatest effect, he shoved one of his enormous legs
into front and center. His huge, soft, tingling cock and balls were
pushed heavily to one side by the invasion of the massively thick
meaty thigh. Forcing his kneecap back as straight and hard as
possible, it disappeared within the deeply constructed shadows
created by the striations of overhanging upper leg meat. There was no
visible space between the inner thigh volumes of each upper leg. The
26" calf muscles appeared as if a chisel had been driven in long
vertical sweeps to carve out the ribbons of notches between each
splendid bundle.
A second avenue of opportunity suddenly occurred to the sweating
Canadian. No matter how much muscle this man had gathered on to his
body or how densely structured it was, there were parts that were
still as vulnerable as those of any other man. Perhaps all Maurice
needed to do was to follow the lesson of the great legend of
Achilles. He could see himself collapsing this tower of muscledom by
simply crushing or ripping apart those wonderfully exposed ankles and
feet. Maurice shivered at the thought of this giant of billowing
muscle forced to drag itself to over his own victorious feet and
begging for mercy before it succumbed to its wounds.
By now Luis, who had always held amazing control over his own sexual
stimulation, sensed that he was becoming aroused by his own
demonstration and the gawking reaction of an unbelieving public. A
pair of apple sized balls, that were obviously packed heavy with
stored cream, appeared out from under the shadow of his swelling
organ. Once again the audience wondered if this man had not been
constructed with the augmented best body parts of those who had
preceded him in this competition. Adding now to the enhanced elements
of the German, Swede and Chilean was the vision of this growth-
enhanced cock that could have originally belonged to the very man
from Senegal Luis, himself, had destroyed.
Luis' erect organ shared a consistency of structure with the
overwhelming density of the rest of his vast muscles. Netted veining
reinforced the fortitude of the tool as they dove in roped thickness
into the intersection with the solidity of the groin. The fibrous
vision of the beating meat appeared as if steel rods held it
impossibly unshakable as it posted ever outward in a rigidly straight
line from root to melon-sized crown. The 4" width held for the full
14" shaft length. The 3" long crown collared out at the leading end
of the masted shaft a full 5" across and mushroomed around to the
already dripping piss slit.
Uncontrolled lust filled the slobbering handsome face of Maurice once
more as his thoughts drifted back to his wants to simply possess this
astounding body and cock and ravish it with endless forms of sexual
conquest. Why he had to destroy this "eighth wonder of the world"
momentarily escaped the suddenly confused Canadian mind. This was a
creature built for raw sexual use and enjoyment, not one intended to
be seminally deleted from the human gene-pool. Shaking himself back
to reality, Maurice refocused on the fact that, however much he may
wish it to be different, it was his obligation to cause the demise of
the fantastic image flexing before him.
For his close, Luis offered the audience a final drool-inducing
inspection of the most awesome muscle-ass ever developed. The muscle
was nothing less than two majestic mountains layered with stratified
plated rock under the guise of flesh undulating beneath a sheen of
oiled toning skin. They appeared to have been molded by the hands of
the god Vulcan out of lava hot stone; cast in place; then carved by
Michaelangelo himself as befitting the rest of the magnificent body.
Maurice was no less affected than anyone else in his animal want to
penetrate the inviting cave and let his own cock feed the yearning
cavity with the milk stored in his own screaming loins. Maybe, before
he closed out the life of this living massively muscled human
sculpture, he would have the chance to revel in the pleasure of
consummating his conquest in cum filling fulfillment. One thing was
certain to the observing Canadian, it would be brain power more than
muscle power that would defeat this lustful collection of muscle.
The horn sounded. Enough of the dreams and plans. It was time to move
toward the mortal battle itself. Man against man, muscle against
muscle. For one last time, two men who were clearly at the peaks of
their respectively marvelous muscular pinnacles were to face off
against each other and only one would come away alive.
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