The Darker Side of Smallville's Strongest Teen
Clark slipped out to the barn and pulled the red kryptonite
ring from its hiding place. He remembered loving how he felt when it
had effected him...the freedom he felt...the not caring about what
people thought...about doing whatever he felt like doing...and a
deep seated urge to unleash the power he held within his muscular
teen body.
Clark took the ring and, in a flash, raced to a small bar on
the outskirts of a little northwestern town. As he slipped the ring
on, his blood coursed through the veins mapping around his bulging
musculature, rippling with power; his eyes glowed red for a second
as a wide grin crept across his stunning face...his full lips parted
showing his shining white teeth as he took a deep breath. Clark
walked into the bar and began to chuckle...of all the bars in the
country, he had come upon a gay nightclub...No wonder it was on the
outside of town!
Jorge glanced up as the tall, stocky, dark haired young man
entered the establishment...He was taken by the large stud...about
6'7" and, apparently, all muscle, judging by the way the blue jeans
hugged his form and his shirt stretched across the expanse of his
huge pectorals...and shoulders as wide as the door! "Damn! Now
THAT'S a man in the making!" he mumbled under his breath as he
poured another drink.
"Hey, son...How old are you? Old enough to be here?"
"I'm 16." Clark grinned, "Just checking out my
desires...That okay?"
"Sorry...You've got to get outa here! Sam!" Jorge yelled to
their bouncer, "Would you please escort this young man out before we
get in all kinds of trouble here!"
Sam, the muscular 6 foot bouncer walked up to Clark and
grabbed his upper arm to move him back towards the door. He was
stunned by the size and hardness of the bicep his large hand could
not get around...and the kid didn't even sway as he put his weight
into moving him. Clark grinned down to him, glanced at the door and
welded the lock shut with his heat vision as he effortlessly lifted
Sam off the floor with just one hand. He threw poor Sam across the
room and stated matter of factly, "I'm not going anywhere until I've
had a little fun...and niether is anyone here, understand? Now," he
stated as he walked over to the stunned bouncer crumpled on the
floor, "let's see what kind of trouble we can get into!"
With that Clark set Sam on his feet and ripped the shirt
from his body, exposing his muscular torso. A few of the patrons
yelped loud, "YEAH, man...let's see who's got what!" As Clark began
to peel the shirt from his thick, rippling torso, he felt something
contact his back and saw wood flying past him as Jorge brought a
chair squarely across the strapping boy's back, shattering the chair
into kindling upon impact...Clark didn't move...he just smiled and
stated flatly, "Okay, let the games begin!"
The 12 men in the club stared, slackjawed, as the teen
exposed his gargantuan, rippling torso...They had never seen so much
vein encased, rippling muscle on any man, no matter what age. The
kid had the neck of a bull, lats like a prehistoric winged beast,
triceps as large as a man's head and boulderous biceps...his
pectorals hung out, defying gravity, rippling with power...his dark
brown, silver dollar sized nipples pointing straight down to his
grinding 8 pack abs. They all wondered what could possibly be in the
bulging package of the young teen's jeans.
Clark felt all eyes on him, raised his oaken arm and flexed,
leaning towards the massive bicep and licking the pulsing vein
running along it's split peak. He eyed the bouncer and saw the man's
cock stir. Clark felt his own cock begin to spring to life with the
attention he was getting.
"All of you...STRIP!" Clark boomed as he glanced around the
bar. About half the guys rubbed their crotches and began to disrobe.
Clark grinned and unbuckled his belt in preparation of removing his
jeans.
"STOP!" Jorge screamed and grabbed Clark's tree trunk of an
arm...He stopped at the feel of the hot, hard muscle the teen flexed
beneath his weak little hand and then pleaded, "We'll all end up in
jail...You're too young...You don't know what you're doing...Please
stop!"
"Actually, you don't know what YOU'RE doing," Clark growled
as he reached out, placed his huge young hand on the bar owner's ass
and lifted the trembling little man up to eye level in one powerful
palm. He held him out at arm's length while he unzipped his jeans
with his other hand and peeled the skin tight material from his
bulging quads and then over his massive diamond shaped calves and
kicked the constraining fabric away. Wearing no underwear, Clark's
massive, 15 inch, vein encased manhood hung, flaccid, to his knees
and began to quiver and rise over his large churning testicles as he
began manhandling the puny little men around him.
As the 12 man toys beheld Clark in his full, nude glory,
they all stripped...Their cocks springing to life at the site of the
rock hard anatomy chart of rippling muscle standing before them
holding the bar owner effortlessly in one bulging arm as its other
powerful hand began to stroke the longest, thickest cock they'd ever
seen on any man...It began to pulse and rise, its purplish head
expanding, lifting and finally throbbing at full mast before the
muscle boy's heaving, rippling pectorals, a string of pre-cum slowly
stringing from the slit in it's massive crown.
"Oh, FUCK...I've been WAY too sheltered!" Clark boomed as he
pulled the bar owner to his cock head and ordered him to lick the
nectar from it's mushroom helmet.
"No, PLEASE!," he begged, but his actions proved his desire
as he began lapping at the steaming organ, rubbing its hot veiny
shaft as he did so. Clark set him down and the other 11 men came up
to him and started licking, rubbing and worshipping the massive,
muscular teen flexing and inundating before them.
Suddenly the door to the bar burst open as two burly cops
(who hated a gay club being on their beat) broke the door in. They
stood, mouths agape, as they beheld the muscle orgy taking place
before them. They were staring at the huge rippling back of the
largest bodybuilder they'd ever seen, men kissing and rubbing all
over his perfect, smooth and dark body.
"Stop what you're doing and face us!" they ordered as they
drew their weapons. The men servicing Clark backed away and Clark
slowly turned towards the gaping pigs. They couldn't comprehend what
they were seeing as the rippling mountain of muscle turned towards
them...The massive fuck pole still pointing straight up, it's
mushroom head nestled in the valley between the full, striated
pectorals, issuing pre cum which flowed copiously down the pulsing
shaft and then to the floor...Then they saw his face...Just a boy!
How could this be!
"I don't like being interrupted." Clark bellowed as he
grabbed one cop by the throat and lifted him effortlessly from the
floor...The cop clawed helplessly at the massive, marble hard
forearm shaking him like a rag doll as his feet flailed helplessly
in the air. The other cop unintentionally fired off a shot that
struck Clark's cock and ricocheted into Sam's arm. Clark's eyes
turned dark as he reached with his free hand for the cop who fired
Sam lay on the floor moaning, clutching his bleeding arm.
Clark set the first cop down and tapped him on the forhead, knocking
him unconcious. He then tore the clothes from the second cop and
positioned his ass over his hungry, pulsing teen cock. Manhandling
these puny authority figures was making him even hornier than the
worship the other men gave him. He lifted the struggling man over
his head and slowly brought him down, screaming, onto the pre cum
issuing cock head. "Oh, you are SO fucked for interrupting our
little session, you little prick ...and I mean that quite literally!"
Clark moaned deeply as his hot, throbbing fuck pole
penetrated the doomed little cop's virgin ass...The cop screamed, so
Clark put his palm over his face, his arm around his waist and began
fucking in earnest. He could feel his cock quiver with pleasure with
each bone that broke as he drove further and further into the poor
cop's disintegrating body. As he bucked and used the spasming body
as a masturbation tool, he squeezed the skull a bit too hard and it
shattered, the bone fragments pleasuring his cockhead as he
continued thrusting his man meat while flexing and unflexing his
perfect, muscular ass. As he reached orgasm, his dick opened like a
fire hose and shot great, steaming wads of cum into the ceiling. Cum
began streaming back to the floor and the bar patrons ran to the
spunk and started using the super cum to jack off as they watched
Clark wipe what was left of the condom cop from his dick and walk
over to the other cop lying speechless on the floor. Clark placed
his large, bare foot on the head of the other cop and
sputtered, "You fucking insect!" as he flexed his powerful oaken
quads, driving his foot down, his diamond calf muscles dancing as he
ground the doomed little cops head to a slurpping, squishy paste on
the floor.
"Sorry, fellas...I can't have witnesses to my little party."
Clark boomed as he turned to the 12 rattled men as he kicked the
spasming headless cop corpse into the bar. He grabbed two of the men
nearest him, wrapping his powerful fingers around their necks and
squeezed lightly as he lifted them from the floor..thier eyes
pleaded as his arms bulged with power and their necks snapped like
twigs in his powerful grasp...their bodies began to buck and jiggle
in death throes, cum erupting from their rigid little cocks as he
began to swing their bodies in an arc around the bar, instantly
killing all but one of the remaining ten men in the bar as the
bodies Clark swung around shattered the life out of the rest of them
upon impact.
Jorge was the last man living...he watched, trembling, as
the massive teen lifted one of the bodies from the floor by one
ankle, grabbed the other ankle and easily tore the man's lifeless
body into two pieces, guts and gore spilling onto the floor as blood
splattered the living, breathing teen muscle beast grinning at the
mess he had so easily created. "You guys are much more fragile than
I had anticipated." Clark mused as he stepped towards Jorge's
muscular little body.
Jorge couldn't help but reach out and run his hands over the
blood slick pectorals rippling before him. He knew he was a dead
man, so he might as well die happy, he figured.
Clark reached out and pulled Jorge's head to his chest and
Jorge began licking Clark's massive left tit with a passion. Clark
grinned and put his palm behind Jorge's head, pressing him into the
rippling, grinding pectoral muscle, then slowly caused his chest to
harden as he held Jorge's head in place with his oaken arm. Jorge
began pounding on Clark's chest as the pressure increased upon his
skull. Clark hissed out a pleasured, "Oh, FUCK yeah!" as he flexed
his massive chest to rock hard fullness and Jorge's head simply
popped like a grape between the powerful teen's outstretched palm
and his rippling pectoral.
"YEAH, Baby!" Clark boomed as he wrapped one hand around
what was left of Jorge's neck and the other around his ankles. He
lifted the lifeless body over his head and brought his hands
together, cleanly snapping the back in two. He then flexed his
monstrous shoulders and pulled the body into two pieces, slamming
them to the floor.
"No one on this planet can stand up to me." Clark roared to
himself as he walked outside to the parking lot. He effortlessly
lifted the cars, one by one, overhead and began folding them in on
themselves...over and over...until he had crushed them all down to
just balls of metal. He tossed them into the bar and, with his heat
vision, vaporized the whole scene, not leaving a trace that
anything, nor anyone, had ever been there.
He examined his handywork and then, in a flash, he was back
in his barn loft in Smallville. He removed the red kryptonite ring
from his finger and put it back into its hiding place, layed down
and drifted off to sleep. (
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