COUNTDOWN
by: JOHN
To their sponsor they were "Group E", numbers 2, 3, 5, 7, 8 & 12. To
their long lost friends they were Bill, Craig, Frank, Jack, Lee and
Stan. To each other, they were simply competitors. To the awaiting
governments and business interests they were "The Grand Experiment".
To the unseeing public they would seem the most amazing muscle gods
ever created.
Today two of them would participate in Round #7 as the countdown to
ultimate glory continued. Then five would move forward. If all went
according to plan, those five superstars of muscle would move on -
each measurably stronger and each measurably bigger into Round #8. So
far, the plan was working. The sheer size of their perfectly muscled
bodies proved that. The new-found strength they each possessed proved
that. Their ongoing transcendence to invulnerability proved that.
Round #4 had lasted through four competitions. Round #7 promised to
be even more challenging and amazing. But only these six and those
at the other end of the closed circuit cameras moderating the program
would bear witness to that. Only two of them would have the
opportunity to fully partake of the experience. Only one would know
the feeling of complete victory. In the end, only one could move on
to the sector challenge.
The monitor flashed numbers in two columns. Finally it stopped. Two
numbers remained on the screen, number 3 and number 8. Craig and Lee
had were this week's selected challengers. Two robed men rose and
separated from the rest.
Craig's boyish dirty blond locks swept softly down to sweep by his
eyes. His creamy light skin glimmered as it moved tautly across his
model-perfect face. His full soft lips and ever present smile invited
kissing.
Lee had jet black hair cut short on the sides and lying straight back
thickly on the top of his handsomely chiseled head. The military
leanness of his features cast photogenic shadows of stoic manliness.
In classic tales, his face was the epitome of the "hero".
They knew the program. Lee had the advantage of having been selected
twice before. Craig was excited at finally being able to participate
and prove his worthiness. The 425 pound superbly muscled beings moved
to the gym floor. An unusual gym, certainly. Lots of equipment, but
no weights. They were the weights. There would be a series of
strength challenges, as usual. The first to cum looses, also as
usual. To the victor and those others who were not selected would go
the joy and benefit of consuming the cum of the looser. The victor,
of course, also got the bonus of fucking the looser in a final act of
consummation of victory.
Since Craig's number had come up first, he got to pick the first
contest. From their year of training and growing together, they knew
of each others particular strengths and weaknesses by now. He
selected two arm bicep curls, one of his best and personal favorite
exercises. This, he felt would give him some edge over Lee.
They stopped at the base of a raised platform and simultaneously
disrobed. Two unbelievable naked bodies stood face to face; pec to
pec; and cock to cock. Over the past year each man had more then
doubled his body weight under this experiment … and all of the gain
in pure, dense, fantastically beautiful muscle. For one of these two
today, this was the limit of expected achievement. For the other,
and his remaining competitors, it promised to take them to the next
level.
Even unpumped, they were the visual dream of unspoken perfection.
They defined the honed quality sought after by every practicing
professional bodybuilder on contest night. The bodies were as
muscularly stunning as the faces were handsome.
As had become the tradition amongst this group, before Craig turned
to climb onto the platform, he and Lee leaned in together in a
passionate kiss to demonstrate that, to each of them, this was merely
their task and had nothing to do with dislike. Their already overly
thick opposing sets of pecs mashed hard and proud against each other
as the lips sought to reach beyond the protruding muscular bulks of
their upper bodies. Lee found Craig's full lips to be as sensually
soft as he had imagined. Craig relished the pressure of Lee's densely
packed pectorals as they undulated against his own.
Craig climbed the steps and moved to the edge of the platform. His
huge arms extended down and grasped the awaiting fists offered up by
Lee. Taking several deep breaths, Craig locked his mind and his
mighty arms into the task before him. As if to steal any opportunity
for advantage, Lee suddenly lifted both feet from the floor. The
immediate application of 425 pounds of dead-weight almost sent Craig
tumbling off of the platform.
Catching both his composure and his breath, Craig's mind regrouped
and he began the first of his astounding bicep curls. His bulbous
biceps erupted in a glorious display of fiber and veins as they began
to bunch into their several interconnected spheres of shape defining
muscle. The creamy white skin turned into a blistered tan as blood
filled any void not consumed by the steely muscle fibers. Slowly, all
of Lee's weight was brought ever higher until his nostrils could
smell the manly aroma of Craig's cock and balls now in his face.
Craig's stunning 31" of contracted upper arm muscle began to lengthen
itself as Lee's body slipped down along the front of Craig's
gargantuan legs. After the permitted two-count at the bottom of the
movement, the spectacular scene was repeated. Craig's forearms
crystallized into striated facets as the biceps reformed into
hardened muscle beachballs again. This time, Lee's tongue was ready
to greet the overly long soft male organ extending from Craig's groin
as it was placed grandly before him.
Several more reps and Craig's biceps were a roadmap of vascular
density complete with writhing snakes of corded veins under the
almost transparent skin. At rep 15 the massive biceps meat had grown
to a full 32" diameter and began to quake visibly under the increased
strain. The tongued foreplay was, also, having the desired effect as
almost 12" of semi-soft growing organ arched out roundly over the
filled testicles. Lee had to push his head away on the way up so that
the expanding tissue could still be caressed and warmly wetted. At
17 reps, Craig's shivering masses of glowing muscle surrendered to
gravity.
It was now Lee's turn and the two giants traded places. Craig let
Lee start the lift before bending his lower legs back away from the
floor below. When his head caught up to Lee's groin, Craig could see
that Lee had already begun to respond to the erotic nature of the
workout as 13" of semi-solid maleness tapped him heavily on the head.
He let the playfully excited member slip down to one side of his
handsome face and, turning toward it, began to nibble lightly on the
thick, spongy mass. It responded immediately by jumping to the next
level of readiness.
Being 3" taller, Lee's 425 pounds was distributed more linearly along
his body. The extra arm length he sported gave him 29" of pumped
biceps/triceps mass. But, when it bunched up, the leanness
translated into an unnerving display of cut strength instantly. His
crunched front arm muscle divided and re-divided into striated
sections as if vulcanized footballs and soccer balls had been welded
together. At the bottom of the downward extension, unbelievable coils
of triceps muscle cut the skin as a veritable canyon of horseshoe
shaped muscle was forced out several inches by the crushing
latissimus masses beside them.
By rep 6, Lee was so stimulated by the tantalizing biting at his
groin that there was no way for him to control the arousal demanded
by his cock. By rep 10, Lee's mind was sensing the hot joy his cock
carried as all 16" arced up proud and rigid. The same density that
depicted the ballooned arms moved into the glowing cock as the
steeled tissue displaced the feeding veins to dance along the
surface, roping the skin casing of the overstuffed sausage. Task
accomplished, Craig moved his soft lips to the attention of Lee's
preponderance of testicle sacs. They tasted definitively of their
maleness as opposed to the juice oranges whose size they matched.
The act of having had to be suspended first had sapped just enough
opportunity from Lee and Craig's strategy paid off in rep number 16
as the unforgiving volume of arm muscle on Lee conceded in sweat-
dripping, quivering failure at mid-curl. Chalk up one for Craig!
Lowering his legs just fast enough to catch his sudden decent, Craig
swiftly turned to the sidelined viewers and flashed them an awe-
inspiring, memorable double biceps pose. The victorious mountains of
flesh pumped high and proudly glorious. Veins cascaded like fresh-
running mountain streams down the precipitous sides of the circular
marvels. Tightening his grasp, the opposing triceps formed into a
negative spiraling mountain range of muscle as the spring-like coils
swept solidly from elbow to the hollow between the lats and pecs.
The uppermost peaks of Craig's biceps muscle domed back almost even
with the bottom of the fisted hands. As if to show gratitude, Craig
opened his fingers and gently stroked the tops of the steel-like
muscles. In a demonstration of concession (and out of pure lust) Lee
stepped up to the prominent muscle features and kissed each golden
globe while sharing in the chance to fondle the unimaginable density
of their being with his tired hands.
With each succeeding Round, the remaining challengers move closer and
closer to impenetrable and invulnerable muscle hardness. This was,
indeed, one of the ultimate goals - to create beings of such muscular
fibrous fortitude that no mere mortally made instrument could
penetrate externally. Lee's touch turned into intensely pressured
grips as his fingered exploration of the presented massive marvels
examined the honed, stone quality of their existence. Craig re-
doubled his contraction. The combination of the inhumanly applied
pressure on the outside and the nerve sensing thickness from within
the gargantuan rounds of meat was more sensually stimulating than he
could have explained to any "common" man.
Lee felt more than sensed Craig's delirious response as Craig's own
monumental cock sprung pointedly into Lee's lower abdominal muscles.
Lee's already hard 16" tool curved ever slightly upward and gently
tapered as it moved out from its 3" wide anchorage. Craig's
instrument pointed straight and fat for its full 15" length. The 3 ½"
width ended in an equally frightening 4 ½" broad mushroom cap. If
Lee's cock was the strong and graceful gymnast, then Craig's was a
rigidly anchored pylon. For both, once aroused, there was no other
option than full satisfaction before retreat. For one of these men,
that fact alone meant ultimate failure today.
As the first challenge victor, Craig got to choose again. Figuring
his upper body could use the rest, he selected calf raises.
Together, the two demigods of muscle moved over to a waiting high
bench with Craig in the lead. Lee marveled at the undulation of the
gorgeous ass cheeks before him as Craig glided to the selected
equipment. The gluteal masses shifted like settling strata layers of
sandstone piled together. The chasm these piled boulders of muscle
protected was, indeed, Lee's goal and he reinforced his conviction to
penetrate the hidden tunnel.
Once at the destination, the rock-plied ass stretched its striated
effect longitudinally as the upper body above bent forward to grasp
the bench in preparation for the calf workout.. The cheeks parted
ever so slightly as a taunting invitation to invade. While Lee's cock
sought immediate gratification, Lee's body, instead, climbed the
waiting giant and mounted the amazingly small girdle of sculpted man.
Lee wrapped his massive legs around Craig's 30" waistband. The hot
broad back upon which Lee placed his hands extended in endlessly
muscle in all directions.
Remembering Lee's first exercise tricks, Craig moved immediately into
his calf raises. The 425 pound applied weight crashed into the
working volumes of meat immediately. The muscle formed into instant
angular cuts as the sheer size cast long shadows under the
overhanging cliffs of clinging flesh. Rep after rep came and went as
the two lower leg muscles clamped into cut crystal sharpness.
Leaning back slightly, Lee moved his hands from pulsing back muscles
to the pumping ass muscles. These cheeks felt as good as they had
looked. Lee's fingers began a slow lecherous massage and Craig's
cock responded immediately. Lee could feel the pounding of the column-
like organ against his feet and began a second massage on the head of
Craig's prick head with the bottom of his feet. The resulting
distraction finally got the better of Craig and, after 32 reps, he
was forced to stop as much out of fear of cumming as out of calf
muscle failure.
On Lee's turn, Craig endeavored to imitate the process employed by
Lee. While the ass cheek fondling had much the same effect, the
curve of Lee's cock combined with his own natural ability to pump it
up ever higher toward the bottom of his pecs didn't give Craig much
of a chance there. With victory in hand and a cock to protect, Lee
elected to stop at 33 reps.
As his first choice of the day, Lee went to his favorite - lat pull-
ups. Once Lee was in position with his hands strapped to the
chinning bar, and as required by the rules for this one, Craig
stepped behind Lee and wrapped his arms around the 31" waist of the
sweat-soaked competitor and, then, locked his feet around Lee's
knees. Craig's unyielding cock forced its way between Lee's legs and
sat several inches in front of Lee's massive teardrop shaped lower
thighs. Flexing his thigh muscles into harsh striations of ultra-
definition, Lee trapped the sensitive instrument in a vice-like grip
of meaty flesh.
With 850 pounds intertwined and tethered to the chinning pole, Lee
began his first lift. Lats that defied description formed into steel-
belted quarter tires of muscle moving ever outward from the 14" waist
breadth to over 40" across just below the intrusion into the bowling
balled deltoids. Striations formed as bundled masses of hemp-thick
fibers reached from the small of the back out and around to reconnect
under the obliques to the expanded ribcage.
One magnificent rep followed another as the fans of muscle opened
wide and then thickened into giant clamshells of solid material. A
network of veins entered into the feeding frenzy of working muscle
and expanded it with each succeeding repetition. As with the
monumental biceps before, the seemingly unconquerable muscles began
to shiver and quake with internal stress as their limit was reached
and then, finally pushed. At 22 reps, the powerful fans unfolded out
solidly one last time as they extended in total exhaustion.
At the same time, the clasped leg muscles released Craig's captured
cock and left it more aroused than ever. Craig was delighted that
Lee had been forced to stop because the friction of the massaging leg
muscles on his hard, hot dick had almost been too much for him to
handle. Unknown to Lee, just a couple more reps and he would have
won himself the sought cum-induced victory over Craig.
Craig did all that he could to disguise his narrow escape as he
assumed the chinning position. Fortunately, when Lee wrapped his own
body onto Craig's, his cock, with its wonderful arc, was positioned
perfectly for Craig to return the "favor". Again, 850 pounds of
perfected human flesh began the meat writhing rise and fall. Craig's
shorter stature offered him the advantage of less distance to move
all this mass and also had resulted in a wingspread even more
visually phenomenal than that of his predecessor. The extra period of
rest also played well for the blond muscle giant.
Having experienced the cock trapped program, Craig added another
element to the game by flexing and released the huge volumes of
muscle covering his upper legs. The dancing rhythm of cabled leg
meat rubbing along the 16" of Lee's throbbing manhood pushed him into
delirious arousal. The added view of Craig's corded back muscles
sculpting themselves into various statuesque proportions and visions
above him pushed Lee dangerously close to the point of eruption. As
much out of desperation as out of desire to redirect his thinking,
Lee brought his tongue back into action.
The heated feel of Lee's wet tongue pushing into the split between
his ass cheeks sent shivers of disorienting delight trembling through
Craig's body. Together the two mountains of muscle teased and
stimulated each other agonizingly as one muscle giant tried to
succeed over the other. Sweat poured off of Craig and dripped warmly
onto the aroused clamping ass licker. Lee's cock pounded harder and
harder, figuratively and literally, in the endless muscle massage.
Finally, both had to quit or loose at the same time. Craig's body
collapsed downward in a final muscle exhausted move and Lee jumped
quickly away from the released massage-grip.
Both had been spared, just barely, but Craig had succeeded with 24
reps. Doom loomed ever closer for one of them and they could see the
reality of it now in each other's eyes. It was "do or die" time. The
next exercise needed to be selected carefully. Both men stood
gloriously pumped and visually hard beyond belief. Every part of
their bodies showed the glory of greatness in enhanced muscle
development.
Over 72" of carved upper body muscle heaved under heavy breathing as
flushed pecs pounded to the rhythm of invincible heartbeats. Sweat
shined both bodies into polished stone. Chiseled abdominal muscles
undulated sharply and girdled obliques stood in striated sharpness on
each etched side. Yard-wide shoulders pronounced themselves as
rounded bowling balls of deltoid muscles waited for someone to
undertake the impossible task of coring in the finger holes.
The two pairs of arms hung with over 30" of ham-sized heaviness and
were pushed upward by the expansive of pumped and primed lats. The
beautiful biceps retained their vein encased stiffened roundness even
in their extended position as oversized mounds of triceps meat looped
out solidly into view because of their volume. Veined forearms had
attained sizes sought after by mere musclemen for their own upper
arms.
The tight small 30"-31" waists exaggerated the massive scale of both
the upper body mass and the 38" sculpted upper legs. Front leg
muscles separated themselves into their own identities and split
themselves repeatedly into lined cables of dense meat. The calf
muscles had refused to give back a single facet of their 26" of
sharpness since being challenged.
Behind, below the enormous volumes of still writhing back muscles
were those fabulously sculpted asses. Each sharp, defined, and
dimpled. Striations ran in both directions around and up and down
the mountainous globes. The upper part of the mass extended
precipitously out over the lower, longer volumes. These were, indeed
the largest and, in many ways, the shapeliest of all the created
muscles on each of these god-like creatures.
Then there were the cocks and balls. Two amazingly blessed
instruments on two amazingly blessed bodies. Rigid and as hard as any
of the other muscles on the stone-like bodies. Anchored strongly
enough to almost support the applied weight of any one of these
giants. These tools were being crafted to be what they were
becoming - an equal balance of muscle density with all the other
fabulously created muscles. Soon one of the group would achieve
invincible glory. Soon, for one of these two, they would only be the
memory of what they were now.
In this respite, the two challengers flexed and posed their challenge
to each other. In demonstration of their individual accomplishments,
their hands explored their own voluminous muscles with obvious loving
harshness. Crushing fingers proved the impossibility of pressured
admittance over the range of biceps, triceps, delts, lats, calves,
and thighs. Impossibly strong fists echoed in failure as they pounded
against irrepressible pectoral meat and invulnerable abdominals.
The muscle show continued until the equally prodigious cocks stood
glowing hard and proudly assertive. Cum-filled balls stretched heavy
and round with their awaiting liquid meal from the looser and final
serving from the victor.
All it took was victory today to move to the next level. That, after
all, is how the remaining men came to be. That is how the final
victor of "Group E" would be selected to join with the nineteen other
final victors in similar groups. Their specifically selected, self-
enhancing semen was the meal of victory and meal to glory. Each
serving took the survivors closer and closer to physical and seminal
perfection. Perfection approaching invincible. Soon the final
twenty men would be there. A huge, perfect and impregnable muscle
force existing to serve the global causes of justice. Only then
could those special men continue to feed from each others' perfect
cum and, thus, continuing to ensure their perfection.
But, now, it was time for one of these men to surrender to the better
man. Craig decided to go with presses. He had always been good at
presses.
The two sweating behemoths moved over to a nearby flat bench situated
by a wall. Craig sat on the end away from the wall and then laid
back on the bench. As he did so, his giant pole of man-meat
uprighted itself up as if a skyscraper was being erected in one
piece. The column of cock-meat stood straight, proud and rigid as if
to cast doubt into anyone who might choose to challenge the muscular
colossus securing its' base. Craig positioned his hands shoulder
width apart and extended fully upward to await the arrival of the
weight.
Lee literally climbed up onto the densely packed abdomen of the prone
muscleman. Placing his hands on top of Craig's, he threw the weight
of his own muscle-packed body up into a perfect handstand support by
his challenger, facing the wall and with his feet touching the wall
for balance.
Craig's view of the inverted slab of sinewy flesh above him was
erotic beyond what he had imagined. Without pause, Craig began to
lower the living statue down toward his already heaving chest. As the
impossibly thick pectorals began to spread apart, Lee arched his head
back so that Craig would have to experience the deepest pec stretch
possible. The face of the 425 breathing weight finally came in
contact with the expanding cleavage and the remarkable tongue shot
into action once again.
Lee's inverted tongue licked the sweaty fibrous tits in a broad band
as his sculptured face turned from side to side. Even now, Craig's
two mounded muscles showed thick and dense. Then, they hardened into
impenetrable stiffness as the direction of movement was reversed and
Lee's face move up and away from the heated beefy slabs. Lee's eyes
remained transfixed as the marvelous tits domed themselves into two
separate lined mountain ranges. Cables of fanned striations jolted
into existence as the muscles gyrated into several inches of weight
hardened thickness. The line of cleavage formed a steep valley and
then deep canyon. Finally, even that canyon was closed as the muscle
grew together in ridged formations of stone-like quality.
Soon, the face was moving back toward the shifting mountains of man-
breast. The tongue found it easier to trace the volumes of hot muscle
as blood pumped it all into even more gigantic proportions. Then the
mounds began to rise deliciously again as the tongue was pushed away
from the inviting heavily veined globes. At one point along the way
the stiffly pointed nipples appeared in Lee's peripheral vision and
then, as the globes turned to solid spheres, disappeared from view
below the bottoms of the cliffs of muscle mass.
Craig's cock pumped hard as the combination of the muscle movement
sensations combined with the sensuous tongue lashing. He could feel
his engorged organ pounding itself ever stiffer and sense the
churning juices as they heated to shoot through the cannoned
instrument. He pushed all of his waning concentration into sensing
the marvels of his pecs. He loved the ripping feel as the very
fibers within his pec muscles shouted with strength and vitality.
The joy of watching the moon-sized globes form and spread gave him a
last round of pleasurable focus. At rep 16 the very heart of the pec
meat was screaming for relief. He forced one more rep and, then,
with shuttering, unexpected strength, Craig created a 17th rep before
virtually dropping his living load onto his own exhausted chest.
Craig's entire body was pumped and spent - everything, that is,
except for his cock which stood transfixed and immovable, but
unlaunched. He had survived for yet another round. The spent pecs
rumbled and pulsed in a grand display of inhuman conquest. Rhythms
of movement flexed involuntarily through the densely stuffed globe of
crystallized meat. One last crunch hit Lee's eyes with a mind-
boggling array of impenetrable corded definition that only served to
re-strengthen his own conviction to succeed.
The men changed places. Lee noted that Craig's cock was inhumanly
hard and that the balls sat rigidly ready. He knew that Craig was
about ready to explode. Lee assumed the prone position. Then, to re-
assert his own sense of predominance, Lee carefully flexed his spiked
man-tool causing it to wave proudly at the exhausted spectator. With
an act of pure concentration, Lee pushed his cock to become so full
and rigid that it visibly expanded another half an inch to 16 ½" and
broadened into further diamond sharp solidity.
The vision almost achieved its goal as Craig's painfully erect
instrument moved to match the solid vision of Lee's. Craig quickly
jumped onto the waiting muscled abdominal cavity with enough pressure
to snap Lee's mind back to the task at hand. Fingers interlocked and
Craig became the weight that Lee had been just moments before.
Lee pushed quickly through 6 reps before Craig had a chance to plan
his attack on the undulating and equally exciting pectorals that Lee
possessed. At the bottom of each rep, Lee's pectoral masses still
carried enough stretched muscle volume so as to block direct eye-to-
eye contact between the two men. Delightful mounds of rich, reddened
meat climbed into existence as the oversized muscled upper arms
pushed the man-breasts together. Every fiber was virtually visible
under the translucently sheer skin.
At rep eight, Craig began his own assault on the pulsing mounds of
muscle that were plated for his pleasure before his hungry mouth. On
rep nine, he caught Lee completely by surprise as he both twisted his
head and curled his body enough to one side to catch Lee's
protruding, sensitive nipple in his teeth. That in itself was
astounding. But when Lee pushed the inverted blond muscular giant
away, the sensation shot past erotic as he virtually ripped Craig's
mouth off of his own over-stimulated nipple.
It took a moment for Craig to realize that the wetness on his lower
back was not sweat at all. It was the result of the first of Lee's
explosions of cum. Without waiting for any exclamation of defeat,
Craig tossed himself off of the erupting muscle machine and watched
in awe as the 16 ½" stoned fountain ejected volley after volley of
muscle enriching cum.
Since they had been being bred for their juices as well as their
meat, the cream continued in an endless flow for over two minutes.
The other four muscular spectators rushed into the feeding area to
await Lee's final serving. Eventually, the geyser ceased and a table
of white cream lay strewn across the heaving expanse mass of the
spent upper body in front of them. Together they moved in and
proceeded to lap up every offered drop of the precious hot juices.
Lee lay wasted and crying in a heaving pile of spent muscle as five
mouths hungrily tripped over the doomed beautifully sculpted muscle
platter.
Within minutes the effects were being felt and seen in the five
feeders. Craig, still pumped, hard and naked showed the most visible
display. His heated muscles pumped themselves as if being stimulated
from the inside. He, along with the other five, began to flex
involuntarily as the flexing pushed new size into the core of the
increasingly dense meat. Muscle fibers and bundles pushed the paper-
thin skin into transparency as the anatomy of his muscular being took
charge.
Arms that had been 31" moments ago vibrated to 33" and then to 34".
Chests that taped at 72" previous to the liquid meal moved beyond 75"
of sharpened lined flesh. Legs became 39" upper columns anchored
onto 28" calf muscles. Pecs pushed out another full inch over top of
diamond studded abdominals of muscle.
Sets of gluteal muscles glorified themselves from sandstone to
granite. The differential from basketball deltoids to minuscule
waists passed the 3:1 ratio. The bodies of the five remaining
paragons of muscle shuttered into further impenetrable perfection as
35 new pounds of pure meat packed itself onto their beings taking
them each to 460 pounds of precisely sculpted inhuman quality.
And the cocks, as seen on Craig moved another giant step closer to
being an equal in stature and prominence with every other muscle. A
full 18" of sensational manhood now projected forward along its
sustained 4" width to a 5" wide crimsoned head. And, finally, Craig
was to get his victory earned opportunity to release his own flood of
man-juice from within his unbelievable loins.
Soon a growth reversal would begin to happen to Lee. It was just the
way it was. Within a few weeks he would be back to his original size
and all of this would be a bad memory. They all knew what this meant.
There was only one way to save Lee from himself and the probable
mental outcome. It was Craig's right, and, in a way, his obligation
to take care of Lee.
Craig applied as much lubricant as he could to his newly expanded rod
of torture though he knew, in the end, it wouldn't matter.. The four
spectators each took hold of Lee's spent form and carried his still
splendid vastness of muscle over to the same raised bench on which he
and Craig had performed the calf raises. Out of consideration, they
tied his hands under the bench after they had bent him forward over
it. The semi-conscious body pumped heavily as it filled itself with
life-giving air.
The tired muscles still glowed with hidden strength and volume as the
huge upper back spread itself like a luxurious sting ray as the lats
draped themselves in glorious fullness way beyond the limits of the
bench width. Then, as gently as possible, Craig moved up to the
waiting marvelous ass and positioned the head of his dangerous tool
at the inviting opening. As he began his push forward, Craig reached
out for a last caress of the fabulous muscle that had just
surrendered to him. It was still hot. It was still hard. It was
still unyieldingly wonderful to his feel.
Lee groaned in painful delight as the loving hands moved over the
near-perfect manliness. He knew his fate, but was going to go out in
glory. He began to tense his star-quality musculature and other
hands joined into the lustful massage. The marvelous ass muscles
undulated as the impossible cock head forced the invasion. The
sphincter ring fought the onslaught at first but, slowly and
painfully, yielded. Craig felt the inner lining endeavor to stretch
to accommodate the tubular intrusion.
The sheer size and hardness of Craig's cock caused the shifting
internal organs to apply erotic pressure along its length and around
its circumference. As the head moved up unflinchingly, Lee began to
flex and relax his ass cheeks to further stimulate the weapon of
destruction. With a foot of the cannon lodged within, Craig's cock
head passed on the sensual message that it had reach the turning
point of the containing liner. This was the point of final
penetration.
Out of a sense of compassion, Craig gave one long forceful thrust and
forced the impaled body to consume his entire pipe organ. A final
clench, a final scream and both men exploded. One internally with his
last lustful breath and one externally in a showering of creamy cum
that moved to fill the now ruptured cavity. The force of the
exploding jolt of semen lifted the 425 pound body and the supporting
bench off of the floor as the embedded cock jumped into stone
hardness in excitement.
Fully spent, Craig removed the still rigid terminal driver from the
lifeless but still beautiful body. Craig had claimed his victory -
this time.
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