BODY GUARDS - Chapter 12
By: JOHN
The heat of the explosion sent waves of sweltering heat as the huge
ball of fire and dark smoke drifted slowly away from the epicenter.
Most of the second half of the bridge was gone and, with it, the
third van. The wreckage of the lost structure and vehicle tumbled in
jagged, melted pieces down into the clutching rapids of the river
below. Nothing had survived.
Wells and Klein were instantly overcome by thoughts of the waste of
the four astonishingly muscled and superiorly endowed Coven men. Then
the sudden memory of Hong Tu's message forced them back to their well-
trained military reality. The front passenger door of the front
vehicle flew open and Hong Tu's slight form could be seen rolling out
of the cab and, hitting the ground running, tear off into the
immediate shelter of the nearby woods. The double-agent handler
tossed the remote control with which he had set off the explosion of
the muscle-loaded rear vehicle. Apparently he had switched the
explosives from the center to the rear vehicle.
Vesuvius was next. He literally ripped the heavy steel sliding panel
door from hits hinges and threw it in the direction of Hong Tu's
escaping shadow. The door missed the running man by mere inches and
the obviously angry image of Vesuvius' still-naked 600 pound body
spilled from the van. The remaining M4-level driver of the front
vehicle was out quickly with a semi-automatic gun clutched firmly in
his writhing muscle-arms. He fired several rounds into the woods in
the area where Hong Tu had disappeared from view and finally stopped
at Vesuvius' command.
The handsome Coven driver of the second vehicle reacted with well-
trained precision. His immensely muscled body rolled across from the
driver's seat and, then, the passenger seat swiping up his own semi-
automatic weapon in the process. Before Wells and Klein could exit,
he was positioned and ready outside as they reached for their side
panel door.
Wells acted as the studly driver lower the gun toward the side panel
door. The sensations of growing power that he had been experiencing
during the trip swelled within driven by a mad rush of surging
adrenaline. Reaching over, Wells reacted much in the same fashion as
Vesuvius. The sound of failing connections of metal to metal filled
the air as the entire sliding door was freed from its hinged joints
and steel tracks. Wells expanding musculature turned harder than
stone as he thrust the heavy door forward with astounding speed.
The driver responded to the flying sheet of deadly metal by turning
instinctively to one side taking the full impact of the steely
projectile across the shredded masses of his canyon deep left triceps
and tortoise shelled unfurled left lat. The force of the door
connecting against the power of explosively charged muscle meat
caused the panel to bend almost in half sandwiching the handsome
muscle-drive between its warped form. Man and door sailed back
several feet in the air before crashing up against the first
unfortunate tree trunk in their path.
The snapping 24" diameter trunk brought the main body of the tree
tumbling forward sailing over the gorgeous driver pinning him
unmoving under the tent of bent door metal. The full weight of the
array of leg-thick tree limbs and multitude of leafy branches landed
squarely on the roof of Vesuvius' van caving in the rear cab in the
process. Vesuvius and his driver jumped in opposite directions
placing the M4 driver on the far side of the fortress of tree
branches from the van with the Americans and Vesuvius' supremely
muscled body standing between the two vehicles.
Taking advantage of the time and confusion, Klein rolled out of the
back of the van and into the front. He pushed his heaving body behind
the tightness of the steering wheel and slammed the gas petal of the
still running vehicle to the floor. The wheels spun frantically at
first until they secured enough of a foothold to shoot the two-ton
machine forward with a great roar. The sudden jerking motion sent
Wells gigantic body tumbling to the back of the van.
As the distance between the two vehicles rapidly diminished, Vesuvius
found himself trapped without enough time to remove his presence. He
braced for the inevitable impact. His entire body turned from 600
pounds of astounding human muscle to an image of impenetrable power.
Vesuvius' legs dug into the ground like great stone pillars with
every carved, lined and chiseled muscle filling their 4 foot round
upper girth turned into an anatomical chart of individual muscles.
Vesuvius' trunk-thick arms rose up in front of his quaking torso with
his outstretched hands positioned like two great bumper guards.
Vesuvius' pecs swelled to over a foot thick and cascaded into
thundering fans of striated meat wedged between the enormous
mountains of his tensile-ridged biceps and triceps. Even the
unforgiving mass of his still enflamed cock head glistened in a state
of supreme readiness as if a great fist of steel had been mounted
onto the end of an iron-wood battering ram. Only the marbled effect
of the pumping veining webbing his tremendous musculature offered any
sign that the flexed creation was a living, breathing creature
instead of a superlatively sculpted piece of dense stone.
The van and the man came together with blinding force. Vesuvius'
stupendous arms locked onto the upper metal surrounding the van's
grille as he leaned into the impact. The power of the several-hundred
horsepower engine forced the feet of the columned muscle body to skid
backwards until Vesuvius' astoundingly carved back and ass muscles
encountered the rear portion of his tree-trapped van. His brutal rear
musculature rolled up against the locked rear door panels lifting his
struggling pecs into two hugely rounded globes of muscle with the
upper volumes of their inflexible masses pinned under his handsome
jaw line.
As his back began to consume the space previously occupied by the
rear portion of his van, Vesuvius' pillared arms began to sink into
the twisting front steel of the van with the two Americans. Klein
pushed his foot harder against the floor irking every last ounce of
power out of the van's engine. The unmoving wheels spun into the
ground tossing back clouds of dust as they gouged out deepening
holes. The noises of the crumpling sheet metal on both vehicles could
be heard over the roar of the screaming engine.
Vesuvius' body continued to be pushed deeper and deeper into the rear
end of his van but his insanely tensed arms and torso refused to
yield forcing the front of the attacking van further back into
itself. As more and more of the front of Klein's van turned to
wrecked metal as the two-point attack connection between man and
machine became a three-pronged attack. Vesuvius could feel the heat
of the engine just under the grille burning around his 4 ½" wide
bloated cock head as it was forced up against the chrome grillwork.
Vesuvius' muscle-reinforced cock shaft, like the stupendous muscles
of his vast arms, refused to driven from its poled anchorage. Klein
continued to force the collapsing machine against the impenetrable
wall of Vesuvius' gargantuan muscle to no avail. Vesuvius' knowing
smile was only a few feet in front of Klein's angered features as the
Italian's staggering muscle continued to crush the metal compartment
surrounding the overheating engine. Then, the pressure became too
much for the frailty of the glass windshield at just about the same
time that Vesuvius' superior muscle became too much for the weary
engine.
The safety glass shattered into a fog of silvery crystals obscuring
the view of the two glaring musclemen from one another as the last
sputters of the defeated engine coughed its death knoll in a billow
of thick white smoke. Klein knew that even his vast muscle would be
powerless against the unstoppable strength of Vesuvius' staggering
body. He called back to Wells as the only opportunity to challenge
Vesuvius and directed his own attention toward the M4 driver of the
front vehicle.
Using the temporary shield of smoke as his screen, Klein flung open
the driver side door of their now-useless van and darted around the
far side of the ruined front vehicle and network of leaf-hiding
branches. As Klein dove into the fallen wooded coverage he discarded
the remnants of his torn, sweat-soaked tank top. The feel of freedom
as his staunch musculature loomed into fulfilled view charged the
cautious American with renewed vigor. The air of excitement caused
his semi-hard cock to tingle with erotic anticipation
The thickness of the tangled leaves and branches offered Klein great
camouflage as he peered carefully through the small openings for any
sighting of his Coven prey. Finally Klein caught sight of the
stunningly muscled driver. He, too, was shirtless and his body
glistened reflectively as the hot sweat soaked his fantastic,
chiseled muscles. The driver's face was more staunchly angular and
stern than the gentle beauty that the smaller driver of Klein's
vehicle but the body was a creation that deserved to be admired.
This M4 driver had been the massive muscle tower Klein and Wells had
seen at the checkpoint with the astounding 71" torso and unbelievable
lat spread. Even now as he struggled to reload his gun, the masses of
his voluminous back muscles forced the struggling muscle of his 28"
upper arms out to the side. He had barely had time to get back into
his thong-like posers. The fat head of his semi-swollen cock and plum-
sized left testicle hung out from the over-stuffed fabric pasted to
his left leg. His back, pec and shoulder muscles were shifting cables
of stunning meat as they flexed through the efforts of the firearm
reloading.
While Klein would have liked more time to prepare his assault plan,
he knew he needed to act now before his gorgeous, unsuspecting enemy
had a chance to complete his work on the deadly machine gun. He
slipped quietly behind the wreckage of the open driver's side van
door and, with a focused burst of strength, tore it from its hinges.
Using the crumpled metal like a great shield, Klein charged the
surprised Coven muscle monolith.
Wells responded immediately to Klein's outline of attack. He could
feel the surges of growth and strength to the very core of every one
of his tremendously empowered muscles. He had no idea just how many
times more powerful he had become or how much larger and denser his
stupendous muscles had grown. He could, however, sense and feel the
swell of untold strength within his still-responding body. The tank
top was now way too tight for his expanding torso.
Exercising the easier option, Wells ripped the material from his
upper body. While there was no time to explore the continuing effects
that Hong Tu's enhancing M5cum had had, a quick glance down at the
heaving mountains of his steely pecs and thigh-sized forearms was
enough to let him know that the growth had been spectacular. The
sensations of unstoppable power coursing through Wells filled him
with the needed conviction to face what he knew would be his ultimate
challenge.
Even the full width of the doorless side opening proved to be a
challenge as Wells attempt to force his new bulk through the too-
tight doorway. Wells had left the van none-to-soon. Suddenly and
violently the entire vehicle jerked back several feet as Vesuvius
launched its tangled mass away from himself. Wells noted the caved in
shape of the destroyed front as it smashed down hard onto the ground
nearby. Vesuvius' hand hold was carved into the upper frame and there
was a deep indentation where his arm-thick cock head had overpowered
the polished metal of the concave grille.
As the dust settled the two gargantuan muscle creatures caught sight
of one another. Wells was as overwhelmed as ever at the image of
Vesuvius' god-like form. His 600 pounds of petrified meat stood in
bold relief on his stupendously beautiful framework. Vesuvius'
conquest ofover four tons of metal machinery in the two vehicles had
pushed the definition of his unbelievable musculature beyond belief.
The sculpted perfection and the impenetrable scale of his body was
breathtaking.
Every muscle had become a carved anatomical image with the sheen of
over-stretched skin serving as nothing more than an equalizing toner
to the multitude of shredded muscle fiber that possessed every inch
of his colossal body. Vesuvius' unshakable, precum-dripping 18" cock
stood as a bold and proud symbolic column to his unconquerable
magnificence. Wells stupendous body quaked with the sudden
realization of the power of his challenger.
Vesuvius did his best to hide both his surprise and his fear at the
sight of Wells shockingly enhanced body. It was clear that the man he
now faced was as large or larger in every dimension as he was.
Vesuvius had come to think of himself as the supreme definition of
muscular development and potential yet, suddenly, he found himself
face-to-face with a man as stunningly bountiful as himself and even
more inspiringly handsome.
Wells had not yet had the chance to see the results of the ingestion
of Hong Tu's cum charge. But, here he stood, ready for the ultimate
muscle battle with almost 94" of pectoral and upper back girth
composed of stone-solid meat. His pecs alone cantilevered almost 14"
beyond his plated abdominals. Wells lats were so voluminous that they
forced the god-like mass of his ham-sized triceps out at a 45% angle.
The arc of the triceps formed a hollowed cave as deep as a man's hand
was long in the pit of their great carved horseshoe shape. Wells
straining biceps had swelled out to be as big as a basketball - even
only partially flexed showing the promise of their full 39" flexed
diameter.
Wells thighs outsized Vesuvius' 4-foot circumference monsters by
another 4" and his calf muscles shattered the 30" barrier. The power
and glory of Wells immense musculature was staggeringly exaggerated
by the fissured crispness of his astonishingly sculpted 30" waist.
Wells hadn't even bothered to either notice or sense the presence of
his remarkably hardened cock. Vesuvius' still-demanding 18" immovable
member surged suddenly seeming to swell wider than humanly possible
with desire as he took in the breathless beauty of Wells 21" long
slowly up-curving steadfast rod of inhuman male meat.
A pair of full-rounded pear-shaped balls swung heavily below the vein-
webbed 4" diameter shaft as if begging for someone to empty them of
their creamy burden. The double fist size of Wells stiffly glowing
cock head showed as the perfect crowning glory to his speechlessly
perfect cock. The bowling ball swell of Wells delts was essential to
compliment the vast crescent of his power-filled traps. His thumb-
thick nipples and silver-dollar areola appeared appropriately scaled
on the enormity of his cabled pec meat. The mindless depth of Wells
canyon-muscled cleavage begged dangerous invasion.
Yet, in the end, Vesuvius found himself longing for a renewed view of
what he knew would be the most stunning gluteal creation ever
compiled to adorn a human specimen. He recalled the singular
opportunity he had back in Bolivia to invade the depths of that
unforgettable posterior.
Now, Vesuvius stood facing this newly enhanced foe knowing three
things. First, the regime that Wells represented had destroyed not
one but two of his gorgeous personal muscle troops. Second, the
sounds and fury of the exploding vehicle on the bridge would have
been heard miles away destroying any opportunity for them to succeed
against their target. And, third, he swore silently that his cock
would partake of that deliriously perfect ass once more knowing that
the size and power of his own formidable organ would destroy the
unmatched beauty of the creation that Wells had become.
The thoughts of Wells ultimate destruction by the power of his own
muscle and cock stirred Vesuvius back to action. His exquisitely
pumped body locked down into a stupefying most-muscular pose forcing
his already exemplary musculature to the bursting point. With his
handsome head buried deeply into the upper masses of his shredded pec
meat, Vesuvius launched the full force of his muscle against that of
Wells.
Klein slammed the metal sheet and framing of the van door into the
surprised body of the sternly muscled driver. The main bulk of the
metal paneling met its resistance against the Coven member's plated
abs and steely thighs and groin. His monstrous pecs found themselves
suddenly thrust through the gaping rectangular frame opening that
used to contain the vehicle window. The twinned mammary meat monsters
reached through the constricting opening slapping their American
assailant in the face with their hardened forms.
Both men careened in the direction of the impact until the sublime
upper mass of the backward moving driver came to rest against the
trunk of an adjacent tree. Klein continued to press the ripping metal
door into the pinned driver's torso. As he did so, more and more of
the expansive pec flesh was forced into the constriction of the
hollow window opening. The driver reacted instinctively by tensing
his embedded pectoral meat turning it from barely pliable to granite
solid. As the muscle solidified, it applied increasing pressure to
the surrounding window framing until, with a loud crunch, the welded
metal corners snapped off sending the upper band of metal shooting
away and leaving the two side posts of steel bent outward at odd
angles.
The sudden release of the drivers massive pec meat also freed his
tremendous arms to reach up and yank the remaining metal door
paneling from between their two mammary muscle masses dragging one of
the bent window posts against the confluence of their paired,
intertwined pectoral masses. As the driver forced the wedged sheet
metal out from between their two writhing bodies, the unfortunate
metal post was torn away by the power of their engaged breast meat.
Impeccable pec rubbed against impeccable pec. Undulating plates of
abs jockeyed for a superior position and aroused groin ground against
aroused groin as the two muscle marvels struggled together in their
entangled dance for a position of supremacy. Klein forced the power
of the driver's stupendous back muscles deeper and deeper into the
trunk of the tree upon which it was splayed. A shattering crack
sounded the failure of muscle against hardwood and the main body of
the tree crashed to the ground taking the combined 900 pounds of
fighting muscle with it.
Klein landed on top of his opponent with their massive bodies still
locked together and his legs spread to either side of the gloriously
muscled Coven member midsection. The two sublime muscle bodies
grinded into each other. Klein's sphincter sensed the cooling breeze
of the late afternoon air as his cheeks were forced open by the
felled log and expansive muscle below that his legs had to span.
Their monstrous arms fought to surround each other in deadly bearhugs
but the scope and scale of their astonishing back muscles would not
permit either to secure a winning grasp.
Klein caught the driver by his wrists and, pushing their astounding
arms far apart to either side of their kissing torsos. He dragged his
opponent's meaty arms as far away from their flexing cores as
possible. Klein began to force the driver's stretched, vein-ribbed
arms back toward the ground using the tree trunk as a bench. The
muscular Coven member moaned with growing pain as the American
applied greater and greater pressure. Every cable of intense muscle
contained within his pulled pec, bicep and delt meat grew clearly
visible as the driver fought against Klein's attempt to separate his
arms from his shoulder blades.
The powerful American could feel the driver's corded pec meat rubbing
across his own writhing pecs as he drove his enemy's shoulders closer
and closer to the breaking point. He could also feel the power of the
struggling man's hardening cock and the pressures of his own growing
organ as their massive torsos massaged each other in their deadly
battle. Suddenly Klein reeled upright loosing his grip on the flayed
arms of the M4 driver as a sharp pain exploded into his exposed
muscle ass.
Wells waited until the last possible second and then sidestepped
Vesuvius' charging compilation of dangerously dense muscle. The
momentum achieved by Vesuvius in launching his body forward made it
difficult for him to stop. His lower legs encountered the widest
diameter of the fallen tree trunk lying across his destroyed van
sending the huge Italian body rolling over the top in a complete
tumble. Vesuvius landed full and flat on the wrenching thickness of
his fissured back knocking the wind out of him.
Without missing a beat, Wells darted around the end of the fallen
tree. When he saw his opportunity laying there on the ground before
him, Wells squatted down at the end of the broken tree trunk and,
exerting more power than he even knew he possessed, pressed the
entire bottom end of the tree overhead. He sighed briefly at the
sight of Vesuvius' staggeringly beautiful body with his head-thick
pecs rising and falling in their living mountains of muscle mass and
his upwardly mounted supreme cock columned far above the vacuumed
waistband. Then, with one groaning thrust, Wells tossed the full
weight of the tree over and onto Vesuvius' waiting chest.
The sudden shadow of the huge trunk momentarily eclipsing the sun in
its fatal arcing descent toward Vesuvius snapped the prone musclegod
back to his senses. Instinctively his hands flew upward catching the
huge log in their mighty grasp just above the peaked mass of his
inflated pecs. Vesuvius' stupendous musculature reassumed its molten
rock hardness as he brought the full burden of the falling weight
under control. His endangered pecs became lined wonders of steel-
cabled meat and all 38" of the carved flesh covering his upper arms
balled and coiled with limitless strength. As if playing with a log
made of balsa wood, Vesuvius pushed the trunk overhead and let it
fall loudly and safely back to the ground.
Wells jumped back and away to reassess his next options as Vesuvius'
muscle-shredded form got up. Vesuvius smiled his anger toward Wells
as he lifted one huge leg over the trunk to straddle it. Bending
forward, Vesuvius locked his legs around the tree and, lifting the
trunk slightly, severed a 8-foot long section that had to weigh near
1,000 pounds with one muscle-defining twist. Still smiling toward
Wells, he hoisted the wooden cylinder high over his head and then,
without hesitation, smashed it down across the top of his 4 ½" steel-
poled cock.
Wells gasped in pure astonishment as the huge trunk splintered in
half over Vesuvius' unaffected cock. Wells was still shaking with
disbelief when the phenomenal Italian creature launched both sections
directly at him. The logs rolled through the air and Wells did his
best to spin out of their way. One section burned across his unfurled
lats and upper back leaving only a tingle of pain as a memory. The
other hit its mark at the side of Wells neck. Only the massive size
and strength of his stupendous trapezius muscles kept his head from
being sheared off.
Wells fell to the ground clasping the back of his pain-filled traps
and delts with his opposing hand. Vesuvius rushed in on his victim
taking advantage of Wells momentary disorientation. He swept the
larger bulk of Wells stunning body up off the ground and jostled it
high over his head, just as he had done with the tree trunk. Then,
using the same motion, he flung Wells immense musculature down onto
the top of his stiffly waiting cock. Wells shrieked in pain as the
power of his flexed lower back slammed into the rigid steel of
Vesuvius' hungry dick.
Vesuvius, too, rolled forward in pain at the unexpected solidity and
stupendous burden of Wells 650 steel-hard mass on his cock. As he did
so, Wells curling body slid off of his pained man-pole and crashed
heavily onto the ground. Vesuvius let go of Wells rolling mass as his
hands moved in to massage his paining cock and groin. He could feel
both the hurt and the fact that he had not seriously injured himself.
The failed encounter only reinforced Vesuvius' drive to soothe his
aching cock inside the destroyed ass of the disruptive American.
Wells lower back felt as if a million needles had been pushed into
it. He rolled onto the ground and, in spite of the terrible pain,
twisted quickly away from Vesuvius toward the cover of the nearby
stand of trees. Forcing himself onto all fours, Wells crawled into
the darkness of the umbrella of trees and bushes. Once there he made
himself get up, hands massaging the tender muscles of the small of
his back, and he headed deeper into the forest knowing that Vesuvius
would not be far behind.
Once he knew that he had not been seriously injured, Wells permitted
his curious hands to explore the potential power of his own steaming-
hard cock. Even with his own immeasurable strength, Wells discovered
that it was almost impossible to force his battle-petrified 20" organ
to shift from its welded anchorage into his chiseled groin. Yet, as
he explored the strength of his mammoth cock, he could also feel the
surges of sexual response as he stroked and handled the sensitive
meat-wonder. Suddenly he heard the sounds of shattering branches
signifying Vesuvius' stalking advance.
Klein knew the feel of a penetrating cock in his ass all too well.
Having been invaded by the best that the hugely endowed handlers had
to offer, he sensed this hot man-tube to be in the range of 10" to
11". It had been thrust unceremoniously inside the core of Klein's
intestine until he could feel and hear the slapping of pumping balls
against the base of his spread ass cheeks. His best guess was that he
had been assaulted by the beautiful young driver of his own van.
As the gorgeous young man's steely arms locked under his armpits,
Klein sought to regain control of his position over the larger M4 van
driver spread out on the log beneath him. The bottom man had reacted
quickly and wrapped his superior arm muscle around Klein's taut waist
pinning their raging cocks in the undulating sandwich of their rocky
abdominals. The M3 driver continued to plow his explosive cock
unceasingly into Klein's ass as his Coven partner tightened his
crushing grip around the invaded American body.
Klein could feel his lower back muscles beginning to fail under the
pressures of the double-teamed attack. The embedded cock shaft plowed
deeper and harder as the painfully handsome driver's personal
passions took control of his charging motions. Klein could feel the
worthy cock beating harder as it readied itself for its desired
release. As the first hot jolt of seedy cum shot into his sucking
ass, Klein reached up as high as he could with his two free hands
locking his biceps and triceps into rolls of granite hard meat. He
brought both fisted hands down hard into the face of the superiorly
muscled driver under him.
Instantly the bearhug was gone as the bottom man sought to cover his
bleeding, broken nose from further damage. Klein flung his body off
of the larger driver carrying the still-cumming beauty with him. The
suspended young man slid down to the ground gracelessly. Klein
whimpered in pain as the embedded organ was ripped out of his
reddened asshole. Turning quickly, he swooped the model-handsome
young driver up into his immensely muscled arms and sadly threw him
several yards in the air. The beautiful body landed hard and solid
near the foot of the destroyed bridge.
The beautiful young driver got to his feet immediately and crushed
his wonderfully sculptured figure into honed sharpness as he prepared
to charge the larger American showing no sign of fear or intent to
give up his challenge. His wonderfully shaped cock began to arc
downward and dripped with the last of his spent cum. Klein did a
quick overview both of the overwhelming beauty of the stunning youth
and of the challenge he offered. The young man caught sight of a
twisted piece of shredded metal shrapnel from the explosion near his
feet and grabbed it up as he began to charge.
Klein, too, charged directly toward the center of the pumping young
muscle-form. The focused driver brought the razor sharp edge of his
twisted metal weapon down hard against Klein's left shoulder as the
two men crashed together. A line of blood ran freely across Klein's
sliced shoulder. Only the power of his tensed muscles had prevented
the deadly tool from digging in too deeply. The pain of the shallow
cut was enough to anger Klein and push aside any consideration of the
phenomenal attractiveness of his assailant.
Klein's more significant body mass won the power of the impact
carrying both men out onto the wavering cantilever of the ruined
bridge. Even in the rage of pure anger, the face of the young driver
appeared like a vision of sculpted perfection. Klein locked his hands
around the crisp oblique muscles carved onto each side of the
unstoppable youth and lifted him from the ground as they continued
barreling out further onto the remnants of the bridge. Only the
imposition of a twisted and knurled section of the metal angle
guardrail prevented the two men from tumbling off the side and into
the death awaiting in the rapids far below.
Pinned together face-to-face, Klein was once again overwhelmed by the
staring perfection of the flawless young face. Then, as he felt the
point of sharp pain in his lower abdomen, he noticed that the
stunning stare seemed frozen on the handsome face. Klein looked down
as he pulled back from the gorgeous man. About an inch of pointed
metal dripped red with a mixture of their blood. The bent spike of
rail had gouged slightly into Klein's abs but it had completely
penetrated the fantastically muscled lower back and midsection of the
now-dead driver.
A great sensation of unnecessary lose temporarily overwhelmed Klein
as he stared in disbelief at the beauty of the dead young man. This
sensation was short-lived. The charging mass of the M4 driver rammed
into Klein's back like a Mac truck pushing him back onto the youthful
body; forcing the tortured rail beyond its capacity; and spilling all
three great muscular forms down into the unforgiving grasp of the
deadly rapids below.
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