BODY GUARDS - Chapter 13
By: JOHN
Wells continued forward through the cover of the woods listening for
the sounds of Vesuvius. Finally, he stumbled upon the trial of a dirt
road - the kind cut out for construction of a new road. This also
marked the end of the woods. A nasty, marshy field extended for
several hundred yards of the other side of the dirt roadbed. The
Coven invasion had been planned for a Sunday so, while there was
plenty of equipment scattered about, there were no workers. Sounds of
Vesuvius pounding through the woods alerted Wells that here was no
way to turn back. He finally concluded that it would be best to
finally face his stalking foe here; out in the open.
The body of the 650-pound, well-trained American muscle machine
emerged into the long shadows of the late afternoon sun. His gleaming
body stood like boldly chiseled marble with the vastness of each
stupendous muscle heightened by the dark shadowing as defined by
their cavernously deep lines of intersection. For the first time
since leaving the van, Wells permitted himself a brief moment of self-
appreciation.
His powerful hands slid along the varied ridges and valleys of each
cold-rolled plate of etched abdominal muscle. The voluminous swell of
his astonishing pec meat forced him to rely on the sensations of
strength and the carved solidity of his abs that his exploring hands
told him existed. Sliding his hands higher up the ladders of ab
muscle, Wells could feel the pressure growing in the battle between
his monstrously heaving pecs as his curling biceps. He lifted his
elbows further away from his side in order to provide more space for
the two sets of gigantic sets of muscles to expand.
Wells hands finally encountered the bottom walls of his stone-hard
pecs and began the outward climb along the undercarriage of his
solidly meaty mammary planets. When his hands were fully cupped onto
the underside of each globe of finely crafted pec meat, he spread his
fingers as wide as possible along their hidden cantilevered
prominence but was still unable to see even the tip of his extended
thumbs. Lifting hard, Wells tried to hoist his massive breasts. With
tremendous effort they moved upward like pressure packed, over-
stuffed sacks.
He quivered in a sexually charged response as his thumbs encountered
the sensitive power of his projecting nipples. Wells massive 21" cock
jumped responsively as it begged for attention and release. He knew
better than to succumb to the wanting desires of his aching cock at
this moment. The stirring feelings did force Wells to focus downward.
He did a double take at the sight of his 4" wide cock head far out
over the horizon of his stupendous rounds of pec muscle. The gleaming
crown appeared as large as two clenched fists and glowed with
petrified power. He leaned forward to take in a view of the leading
third of his endless cock shaft. If one could be in love with a cock,
then Wells was instantly in love with the stunning beauty and
magnificence of the tool he possessed.
Tearing his eyes and mind away from the hypnotic vision of his cock,
Wells turned his head to one side as he brought one of his newly
enhanced arms up parallel with the head-sized swell of his ridged
deltoid. Bending his forearm up perpendicular with the ground, the
most astoundingly carved and shaped biceps ever created began to
rise. The multiple elongated, cabled masses of muscle rolled into
intersecting spheres of granite. A network of roped veins rose above
the ultra-dense rough, chiseled surface as if wrapping the hot meat
in a web of reinforcement. The several upper peaks climbed higher and
higher above his arm, mountaining skyward far above the impressive
peaks of his delts.
The overall swell of biceps muscle fleshed out at least as large as a
soccer ball or basketball. Line after line of shredded muscle
appeared making the skin look like nothing more than a finely applied
coat of paint over the astonishingly visible meat. Opening his
clenched fist, Wells could easily grasp the Himalayan top of his
flexed biceps. The monumental sphere felt both warm and silky while,
at the same time, giving physical notice as to its immeasurable
hardness and power. Wells excited cock jumped again as he continued
to admire the godlike creature he had become.
A sharp cracking sound not far into the wooded area brought Wells
attention back into the focus of reality. Measuring the array of
construction materials from which to choose, Wells selected a piling
of telephone poles nearby. He carefully wrapped his amazing arms
around one of the poles near the top of the pile, just past the
midpoint of its 30' length. Wells stooped and lifted the entire ton
of treated wood pole as if it was nothing more than a good warm-up
weight and tucked the back portion so that the pole trapped between
his arms and lats.
Wells carried the pole horizontally and stood hidden behind the cab
of a flatbed truck loaded with three huge wooden wheels of wrapped
telephone cables. He turned the rearview mirror so that he could use
it to see where Vesuvius came out without being seen himself. Wells
knew that the pole wouldn't stand a chance against Vesuvius'
superlative musculature, but he knew where he wanted to aim.
As Vesuvius naked form cautiously stepped into the open glow of the
sunlight, Wells thought to himself that `superlative' may not have
been the right word to describe Vesuvius' body but he did not believe
that the right word for something that magnificent had yet to be
invented. Their previous encounter and the struggle between Vesuvius
and the two vans had forced an anatomically defining pump into every
one of his endless muscles. The sun reflected sharply in several
directions off the striated lining of Vesuvius' mooned pecs, delts
and biceps. Each ridged line of coiled perfection glistened in sweat
polished light along Vesuvius' abs, triceps, quads and traps. The
rounded fury of his pristine lats and calf muscles stood in bold
relief. The minuscule waistband was shredded with the lining of his
serratus and obliques. Then, atop it all, Vesuvius' arm-thick cock
paraded forward like a brilliantly crafted battering ram mounted on
the front of a great warship.
The massive Italian stepped forward out of cover gingerly but
unafraid. He, too, absorbed the scenery of the construction area
sensing lurking danger but not knowing from where it would come.
Since he had wandered into the open area only a few feet from the
front end of the trailer behind which Wells stood, the answer came
almost immediately. Wells swung the great pole as he rushed into
sudden view aiming its power directly at Vesuvius' handsome head.
Vesuvius stood fast until the last possible second making it
impossible for Wells to adjust his swing. Then, like a great cat, he
dove for the ground and for Wells legs. The momentum of the ton of
wood forced Wells to continue to spin. When he realized that his
endeavor had failed, he let go of the pole. It crashed up against the
side of one of the wooden wheels loaded with phone cables knocking it
off to the far side of the truck. Vesuvius' bulk slammed into Wells
just above the ankles spilling his immense musculature hard onto the
ground on his back but not before his head grazed the steel bumper on
the front of the truck cab.
The sight of Wells confused body laying on the ground with his head
partially beneath the truck cab gave Vesuvius an idea that appealed
to his devious character. He dashed around to the point behind the
cab where the front and the truck bed were connected. He ripped the
connecting wiring apart easily and then, with a shutter of
stupendously displayed back and gluteal muscle, Vesuvius lifted the
connecting ball and pin apart. Placing his back against the rear of
the disconnected cab and digging his legs staunchly into the ground,
Vesuvius forced the entire cab forward.
The sun was suddenly eclipsed from Wells whirling head as the engine
part of the cab hood rolled over him. With the angle of his body and
the truck, it was clear that the left wheels would ride directly over
his lower groin placing the crushing tonnage of the entire machine
onto Wells right at the smallest part of his midsection. Praying for
strength, Wells took in a deep, deep breath as he forced all of the
energies in his mind to the mountain swells of his pecs, arms and
hidden back muscles.
As Wells shifted his arms up toward the turned metal edge of the
bumper, the three-ton cab continued to roll forward. Then the lower
face of the moving vehicle encountered the stupendous bouldered
masses of Wells' rocky pec projections. The sudden meeting between
the moving metal object and the invincible muscle of Wells pecs
ground the forward movement to a surprising halt. Vesuvius pressed
his feet deeper into the soft dirt of the roadbed base. Sweat began
to run from his forehead as his massive musculature reddened in
shredded perfection in their effort to overcome the sudden imposition.
The front line of the metal bumper grillwork worked to embed itself
into and over Wells incomparable pectoral muscles. Wells focused all
his efforts as the force seeking to crush the upper swell of his
meaty breasts by locking his curled hands onto the bottom of the
bumper and using the ground as a solid backing for his monstrously
straining triceps. The sound of failing metal ripped through the air
as Vesuvius' unforgiving efforts against Wells unfailing muscle began
to intent both the front end of the truck over Wells sensuous body
and the rear end crushed into Vesuvius' insanely muscled back.
Vesuvius pushed down on the cab as well as back at the same time that
Wells, taking one more muscle penetrating deep breath, launched his
staggering arm masses upward engaging the front of the truck as his
weight in a spring-loaded bench press. The American's torso turned
diamond hard and visibly saturated with unbelievably cut muscle as he
forced the full weight of the front of the cab to rotate speedily up
high into the air above his staggeringly sculptured form.
The front of the cab rose several feet until, under the equally
magnificent muscle-efforts being applied by Vesuvius, the entire
vehicle rolled upward onto Vesuvius' surprised back. Momentarily all
three tons of machine and metal rested completely on top of the
staggeringly muscled back and legs of the astounding Italian
creature. As Vesuvius' body struggled to assume the full impact of
the unanticipated burden, Wells realized that he only had a moment to
act. He rolled quickly upright and sprung onto his feet. The sight of
Vesuvius' inhumanly beautiful body shouldering the entire truck was
indescribably arousing. He could never have previously imagined just
how glorious and magnificent a being so possessed with muscle could
look.
Vesuvius did not have the time to appreciate the brilliance of either
his body or what it was doing. All his efforts were focused on
dealing with the immediacy of the situation. Three tons of deadly
metal was crushingly mounted on top of him. With great effort, he
stopped the arcing roll threatening to force the vehicle over his
head. Then, using his gargantuan 48" upper leg muscles as a pair of
great fulcrums, he forced his body backward sending the truck
crashing back onto the ground from which it had come. The sound of
the twisting, ripping metal and explosion of air from the defeated
tires filled the air. As it hit the ground, Vesuvius let go with a
sigh of relief.
The relief was short-lived as Wells immense forearm and flexed elbow
caught Vesuvius square in the core of his heaving abdomen. The vast
air of relief that had just been drawn into Vesuvius' lungs was
driven out by the sudden painful assault. The rear of Vesuvius' body
slammed back into the partially destroyed truck and sunk into the
crumpling metal forcing the back of the cab seat all the way up to
the console. Vesuvius' torso doubled over from the pain shooting
through his gut trapping the massive girth of Wells forearm between
the crystallized meat of his striated pecs and the immeasurable power
of his perpetually hard quads and cock.
The same pressures sending grinding pain surging deep into the core
of Wells captured forearms trapped the flow of enriching blood from
leaving Vesuvius' projecting cock head. The huge 4 ½" knob of sex
meat turned crimson hard and flared solidly as if it were ready to
burst. As the sharpness of the pain dissipated within Vesuvius'
strained abs, the beating heat of the blood sequestered in his
sensitive cock head fed his erotic sense of arousal and sexual power.
Wrapping the full power of his 38" biceps around to the underside of
his constricted leg muscles, Vesuvius forced the vice-closure of his
quad and pec muscles tighter and tighter around Wells pinned forearm
and his own excited cock.
Wells fisted his hand at the end of his entombed arm forcing the
tremendous musculature of his forearm to match the hardness of
Vesuvius' controlling muscles and cock. He could feel the pumping
beat of his own heart as his surfaced blood vessels pounded
rhythmically against the containment of Vesuvius' steeled muscle.
Vesuvius re-doubled his efforts as Wells writhing forearm muscle
warningly massaged his lower pecs, abdominals and quads. Wells
shifting, massive arm tendons undulated erotically along the upper
surface of the stupendous Italian organ.
Gobs of preparatory precum oozed from the piss-slit lips of Vesuvius'
stimulated cock head. Wells winced in pain as the cocky Italian
responsively applied more and more pressure. Wells knew that his arm,
powerful as it had become, could not last forever in this position.
He could already feel the beginnings of the numbing effects from
reduced blood circulation in his forearm. Having witnessed the
sublime sensitivity of Vesuvius' massive cock on several occasions,
Wells stiffened his free little finger and provocatively slipped it
into the pool of dripping precum.
The tender cock lips parted under Wells touch and opened enough to
kiss the end of the probing finger. Vesuvius' entire body quivered in
reaction to the overwhelming eroticism applied to this most-sensitive
area. Wells pushed the tip of his finger deeper into the sexual
channel. Vesuvius' entire 4 ½" wide cock shook with abandon and raw
desire. He could feel the growing reaction within his own crushed
balls as they heated and churned the wealth of cum waiting within.
When he came, Vesuvius intended it to be of his own volition and
inside the ass of this mortal enemy, not now!
Acting quickly, Vesuvius let loose of the clasp between his massive
arms and legs. Flinging his near arm around Wells neck securing a
hold on one monstrously meaty trapezius while, at the same time,
unlocking his muscle-choking grasp of the American's arm, he flung
Wells body around like a giant top. The American's immense form
spiraled out and away spinning dangerously toward the detached truck
bed. He slammed back-first against the edge of the flat bed. The mass
of his rock-hard body threatened to split the thick wood platform in
half. As the perimeter steel framing warped inward under the
unforgiving force of Wells impregnable muscle, the bolts holding
several of the thick wood planks in place were severed and the
remaining wooden wheel of electric cables began to roll at Wells.
Wells tried to turn to catch the multi-ton coiling but did not have
enough balanced footing available to his unbalanced body. The weight
of the wheel combined with the amount of platform destruction Wells'
impact had caused sent the rolling cabling and container crashing
down toward the ground taking Wells struggling torso with it. Only
the bent channel of framing steel digging into Wells twisted lower
back kept his body from being forced down underneath. As the wooden
cylinder plummeted by his head, part of the falling wheel caught him
on the side of the head knocking him unconscious.
The American had no idea how long he had been out cold. The fact that
the sun still hung above the horizon told him that it could not have
been too long. The sense of wetness was reinforced with a second
pelting of water slapping across his aching head and torso. He tried
to reach up to wipe the water from his eyes but found his arms
capable of only limited movement. He shook the water from his eyes
and tried to sit up but found his upper body equally limited in its
ability to move.
"Now, you will finally know how it feels to be fucked by the greatest
muscle cock on the greatest muscle body ever to have been created."
Vesuvius laughed as he moved his scarred, handsome face over Wells.
"Go ahead and try to escape." He added snapping a section of wrist-
thick telephone cable above Wells handsome features. "There is no
doubt that, in time, you can break free but. I assure you, you will
be dead long before you can gain your freedom. This is a wonderful
material! Strong enough to restrain you for a good while yet flexible
enough for me to enjoy the sight of your great struggling muscles as
I rape and kill you!"
Indeed, as Wells tried to move during Vesuvius' arrogant speech, his
hands, neck and waist told him that his upper body was staunchly
secured. From the feel of things, Wells guessed quickly that he had
been tied down spread-eagle across the flat circle of one of the wire
coil wheels that laid table-high on its side on the ground. He could
lift his head high enough to see the rounded horizons of his pecs
that remained head-thick even outstretched from shoulder to shoulder.
He could lift and bend his arms almost to a 45% angle from the wooden
platform before the cabling would not permit any further easy
movement. Wells could also sense that, while sections of cable belted
the smallness of his midsection to the wood table, his legs were free
to move. Tied as he was, the ability to use the full power of his
massively formed legs as an effective weapon was quite limited.
"I must admit, that, while I will enjoy my time exploring and
destroying your precious body" Vesuvius continued "it is as
magnificent a creation as my own and its loss will be a true pity."
"Fuck off you Goddamn pig!" Wells spit back. "You can go to hell with
the rest of your disgusting Coven brotherhood!"
Pain shot across Wells handsome face as the power of Vesuvius' slap
ripped across his tight cheek. Wells turned defiantly toward Vesuvius
but before he could say anything else, the great Italian hands forced
a wad of wet cloth into his mouth.
"I had hoped you would die more heroically and understand my admiring
respect of your physical perfection." Vesuvius smirked. "But we can
do it this way just as easily."
The same pain inflicting hand then gently soothed the high-boned
cheek that it had just struck. With unexpected tenderness, Vesuvius
swooped Wells disheveled hair back from his face and rolled his
fingers lightly around Wells full, tender lips. Vesuvius moved around
to one side of Wells splayed body and began to gently caress his
proudly muscled neck and corded traps. Vesuvius then moved on to the
nearer lined cables of rolling deltoid muscle that shook and
convulsed beneath Wells paper-thin skin as the American body fought
to understand the restrictive ties of the phone cabling around his
wrists and neck.
Vesuvius then longingly stroked the immensity of promise in Wells
fissured biceps and triceps anticipating the balling swell of the
great show muscles he knew would happen as he fucked the bound giant
to death. Vesuvius dallied in his grasping admiration of the 40"
girth of Wells steel-formed arms and the river-mapping of finger-
thick veining covering the gargantuan meat. It took an unusual and
arousing amount of kneading pressure to force the roped veins to
slide across sections of the fissured upper arm muscle. The great
torrents of veins covering the writhing snakes of Wells forearm
muscle were stiffly conjoined to their feeding meat. The Italian's
entire fist disappeared into the horseshoe cave formed in between the
three tremendous heads of Wells triceps. The endless muscle rolled
from elbow to chest like a coiled steel spring.
Saving the exploration of the mountainous torso for later, Vesuvius
moved down to the nearer thigh careful not to let Wells have any
opportunity to use the any of the incalculable power contained in the
vast 52" diameter slabs of stark, dense upper leg meat. He stroked
the inner thigh as his anxiety to dwell within the cave opening
buried under its voluptuous mass rose within Vesuvius' aching groin.
Moving upward along the remarkably carved hips, Vesuvius examined
each and every finger of striped serratus and oblique muscle and
danced his hands gingerly along the exposed flanks of the plated
ridges and valleys of the most sublimely sculpted ass ever carved
onto a human being.
Tied and stretched as he was, Wells vacuumed waist formed an
astonishing hollow of intoxicating beauty with its 30" measurement
appearing impossibly small for the strength it possessed. Wells
flattened abdominal plates were each clearly defined even through
their concave shallowness. The upper abs swooped up to lock onto the
ring of muscle surrounding the form of Wells lower ribcage. The three
wrappings of black cables securing the staggeringly small waist in
place could not distract from the flawless beauty of the captured
body.
Wells arms were pulled out to each side at an angle measuring more
than 90 degrees from his waistband forcing the vastness of his lat
width to be astoundingly displayed. The force of the flat round of
the wooden upon which his back rested also helped to maximize the
amount of visible lat meat. Each lat was full and thick enough to
occupy the space of the entire upper torso mass of any average man
but Vesuvius knew that there was nothing hollow about the stiff
wedges of muscle blossoming from Wells girdle of obliques and
serratus muscle and sweeping ever outward until the width of his back
was almost four times the span of his waist.
The lusting Italian hands drifted slowly across the veined plains of
one stupefying lat and then crossed the great field of winged muscle
until they arrived breathlessly at the heaving mountains of Wells
breasts. Lines of striated splendor fanned upward and around the
continental plating of pectoral muscle from the pinning connection
hidden between the triangle of deltoid, biceps and latissimus meat.
Long wrist-thick bundles of pec meat arced high across Wells heaving
breasts zooming up to more than hand-span thick before turning
suddenly downward into stiffly mounted canyon walls of meat defining
Wells central line of cleavaged maleness.
Pointing skyward near the outer flank of each gargantuan pec;
surrounded by a moat of deep brown skin; stood the finger-thick tower
of the most erogenous nipples the Italian had ever encountered.
Vesuvius played with the quivering masses of mind-boggling breast
muscle and stiffly sensitive nipples until he was satisfied the
memory of their magnificence would be engraved in his mind forever.
Turning momentarily away from the direct view of the colossal 94"
torso, Vesuvius pointed his attention to the ivory column that was
Wells cock. He was pleased to see that, in spite of the trauma that
Wells superlative body faced, the huge organ had responded to his
erotic handling of its possessor. The double-fist-sized crown was
fitted solidly and proudly atop the swooning perfection of Wells
monumental cock shaft. Silently Vesuvius had to acknowledge the
superior beauty and awesome spectacle of Wells 21" member. It emerged
from Wells ring of groin muscle at a full 4" diameter and, a foot and
a half later where the shaft was interrupted by the flared collar of
the massive crown, it was still all of 3 ½" in diameter.
The steel-muscled cock-pole curved ever-so-slightly up toward Wells
undulating chest. A netting of spectacular veining turned the image
from one of polished stone to sculpted marble. From the side,
Vesuvius could see the filled promise of cum contained in each of
Wells balled, apple-sized testicle sacs. Vesuvius' own magnificently
mounted 18" cock gurgled with the precum of desire as his hands and
eyes partook of Wells' Taj Mahal of human cocks.
This is where the Coven member knew he wanted to begin his conquest.
Before Wells' ass would taste its final meal of Vesuvius' cum,
Vesuvius was determined to dine victoriously on the cum of his enemy.
Knowing the power and needs of his own cock, the Italian's hands
moved in tightly around Wells' massive organ just below the ultra-
sensitive ring of flesh projecting outward where the stupendous crown
collar dove into the vertical shaft wall.
Vesuvius' heart beat quicker as the feel of Wells hot steely cock
meat slipped roughly beneath his rubbing palms. The rich collar of
the cock cap was pliable yet stiffly inviting. Wells groaned through
the cloth as the sexual stimulation affected his mind and sent
charges of want surging through his struggling body. Just as Vesuvius
had hoped, Wells began to fight against the restraints as his massive
muscular form both rejected and embraced the erotic stimulation of
his monstrous cock shaft.
Wells struggling upper body muscles exploded with resistive, striated
spectacle as the cable bindings coerced his muscles into brilliant
display. Biceps, triceps, delts, lats and pecs quaked and shifted
like vast tectonic plates succumbing to unstoppable seismic forces
deep within their very cores of muscle. The very sight of all this
monstrously carved meat in god-like action drove Vesuvius' sensual
needs to passion-driven lust. His hands sent orgasmic inducing
friction surging far into Wells cock and groin muscles.
Wells' hips tried to wriggle the control of his heated cock from the
stimulating power of Vesuvius' pumping hands but the entrapping
cabling wouldn't permit it. The swaying motions of Wells body just
added to the stunning beauty of his fighting musculature pushing
Vesuvius' shifting hand grip into a cum-inducing strangle hold on
Wells inflexible cock shaft. Vesuvius' own superlative muscles stood
out in bold relief as he strengthened his hold and forced his entire
being into the task of bringing Wells gigantic 21" tower to orgasm.
Under Vesuvius' lustful and practiced working, Wells' cock burned hot
with unquenchable desire. The rhythmic stroking lengthened until
Vesuvius' clasped hands pulsed up and down almost 2/3 of the surging
length of Wells steaming organ. Then the massive marbled sculpture
froze with immeasurable density as it became a great, gushing
fountain. An ocean of erupting cum screamed through the cannoned
organ and rocketed several feet skyward without a break in the
emerging river of cum.
Vesuvius' hands kept pumping frantically as volley after ceaseless
volley of cum exited Wells spewing cock shaft spilling thickly onto
his writhing torso and filling the vacuumed cavity of his stretched
abdomen to overflowing. Still, Vesuvius drove the beating organ to
squeeze every last drop of hot cream from Well's great milk-sacs. By
the sixth or seventh ejection of cum from the spewing slits of Wells'
cock lips the heavy cream began to gurgle out and roll down over the
vast cap, dripping thickly from the eaved overhang of the broad
cock's 4" wide collar of crowning flesh.
Sensing that he had drained the massive American muscle god of all
his liquid manhood, Vesuvius stepped up to the soup-filled abdominal
bowl and filled himself on the promised meal of Wells cum. He scooped
as much of the thick cream into his hands as he could and ingested it
with great relish. When he could no longer secure the remaining
volume in his cupped hands, Vesuvius bent forward and used his
sucking mouth and wanting tongue clean the last vestiges of the salty
liquid meal off of Wells glistening muscle-plate.
Feeling filled with both cum and aroused power; Vesuvius stooped down
and gathered a large rock in one clenched fist. The American waited
in confined dread as Vesuvius moved his supremely muscled torso up
near Well's straining face as if to give his conquest one last look
at the body that would consume him. Repulsed as Wells was by
everything Vesuvius represented, he could not help but admire the
mountain of muscle cascading from every square inch of Vesuvius'
staggering body. The shadows of Vesuvius' beyond-huge pecs covered
Wells sweating head. The twinned monsters of god-like meat flexed and
rolled filling his nostrils with Vesuvius' erotic musk.
Leaning forward, Vesuvius placed the full weight of one giant breast
onto Wells lips letting him feel the stiff arousal of his excited
nipple while the other globe of heavy meat settled solidly on top of
one of Wells' own massive muscle-mammaries. Vesuvius turned slowly
dragging his massively muscled breast meat roughly across Wells
gargantuan, marbled pec until the points of their stiff nipples
locked against each other.
Wells whole body shook with convulsively sensual muscle as his
sensitive teat battled Vesuvius' equally stubborn nipple. His drained
cock began to swell back toward its stupefying hardened proportions
as the massive Italian tried to force their impenetrable breasts
together. The heat from their heaving chests combined into hot muscle-
lust as the friction of their two great mountainous breasts rolled
and cabled with unforgiving meat against one another.
The huge Coven conqueror languished Wells' body with his own
massaging muscle enjoying the sight of the gargantuan American muscle
under his control ripped and sliced with astounding beauty as Wells
struggled against the bonds of his constraints and the erotically
charged contact between their massive torsos. The promise of Wells
40" steel-hard biceps and triceps curled into spectacular fulfillment
as his body twisted and pulled against the unforgiving cabling that
held him fast. The coils of the restricting cords forced Wells bounty
of arm, deltoid and pec muscle to become staggeringly defined and
richly enhanced with roped veining as he battled.
Then, twisting sideways as he pulled back away from Wells hot body,
Vesuvius placed the full awesome power of his own brutally flexed
biceps over Wells petrified face. The 38" sculpted marble structure
coiled and peaked with unforgiving beauty and boundless strength as
his hand closed in harder and harder around the rock it held. Wells
gawked unblinkingly as he watched Vesuvius' writhing biceps and
triceps flesh turn into a shredded stone sculpture harder than the
very rock pushing the muscles to unfathomable proportions and density.
Vesuvius' free hand explored the stony saturation of muscle covering
Wells tortured torso. Every undulating muscle surged with oozing heat
and shifted as the great tectonic forces working deep, deep within
their painfully dense cores pushed the lava flow of hardening meat to
ever more voluminous proportions on Wells still-growing body.
Vesuvius knew that the struggling American carried a musculature
significantly larger than his own. He could feel the expanding power
of Wells impenetrable pec meat against his own as the American torso
fleshed closer and closer to a full eight feet in muscled
circumference. Vesuvius reveled in the thought of his capacity to
control and overwhelm this living spectacle of muscledom struggling
beneath him.
Vesuvius continued to flex his stunningly muscled arm over Wells
handsome, sweating face pushing the carved scale of his own meaty
biceps nearer and neared to the same 40" monsters his captive
possessed. Wells cock continued its re-expansion at the erotic
vision of unstoppable muscle power. Soon he was once again fully
poled as his 21" column of man-meat responded instinctively to the
dreadful stimulation of his body. Wells winced as the dust filtered
down from the grinding sound of the clasped rock signaling its
surrender to the awesome spectacle of Vesuvius' straining arm muscles
upon its surface. A series of loud crunches preceded the rupturing of
the stone into a handful of coarse pebbles and fine granules.
Vesuvius' handsome scar-lined face smiled down over Wells as he
enjoyed the sensations of endless power surging through his
spectacular musculature.
But Vesuvius was not yet done. His body turned back again. The sight
of the twin breast-moons came back into view over Wells handsome
features and then were eclipsed as the full 4 ½" breadth of Vesuvius'
astounding 18" long cock shaft filled Wells field of vision. Vesuvius
leaned forward slightly permitting the full length of his amazing,
weighty organ to be drawn along the top of Wells nose. Vesuvius'
stiffly filled balls slapped against the American's cheek announcing
their need for release. Then the endless shaft slipped backward as
inch after monstrous inch of the veined pipe taunted Wells with its
supreme power. Finally the meloned mass of Vesuvius' steaming cock
head floated its crimsoned crown past Wells face.
Vesuvius had learned yesterday of the loss of Weir and his friends in
Sicily at the hands of Wells' American partners. Now it was time for
Wells to pay the ultimate price for their interference in the great
cause of the Coven. Fortunately Dr. Singh had managed to get away,
but Wells would not be given any option now other than death to
avenge the damage he and his muscle-troop team had inflicted. Wells
had seen the scale of Vesuvius' superlative cock and, now, Vesuvius
was determined to let him know its true wealth of destructive power.
The bit of inter-body foreplay had been enough to force a large glob
of precum onto the surface of Vesuvius' frantically starving cock
head. Vesuvius figured that the clear juice would be just enough
lubrication to force his entry into the unmatchable beauty of Wells
ass. Vesuvius stepped around so that his body was positioned between
Wells massive legs. He knew their potential power but also understood
the limits placed upon them by the tight bindings holding Wells
securely on the round wooden tabling.
Wells struggled against Vesuvius' efforts to lift his feet and force
the front of his stunningly muscled thighs up and into his
overwrought abs and chest. Vesuvius drooled with desire as more and
more of Wells ass unfolded into stretched readiness for his anal
assault. As Vesuvius coerced Wells legs wider apart, the invitation
of his sumptuous sphincter blossomed into view.
Finally positioned. Vesuvius stepped up to the treasure trough of
Wells access panel. The wet lips of his lusting cock kissed the great
pink doorway as the two adjacent body parts merged together. Vesuvius
intended to relish and savor every long-awaited moment. Slowly he
began to force the powerful cap of his 4 ½" diameter relentless organ
against the deliciously inviting anal tissue. He could feel the power
of Wells surrounding ass muscle pulling the slotted lips at the mouth
of his cock apart as the first fleshy tissue of his stupendous organ
burrowed into the moist darkness of Wells interior.
Wells bit down hard on the rag in his mouth as the pressure of
Vesuvius' invading arm-thick cock head grew with as more and more of
its expansive width found its way past his shrieking ring of
sphincter muscle. The pressure soon turned to pain and the pain to
anguish as the massive cock head became completely embedded. The lack
of appropriate lubrication only reinforced the brutality of the
invasion as one, then two, then three inches of the diamond hard and
iron hot shaft shuttered through Wells screaming passage.
Only the cloth in Wells mouth prevented the scream from escaping as
three more inches of steel-hard cock shuttered into Wells ass in
response to the noise of gunfire combined with Vesuvius' stinging
response. A second shot rang through the air. This time Wells stifled
scream was from the pain inflicted as Vesuvius' great cock was
unceremoniously ripped from his ass.
The great fist of Vesuvius' cock head exploded angrily skyward as it
exited Wells warm anal tunnel. The huge tensed muscle on Vesuvius'
front torso spun toward the sound of the shots as the sound of a
third bullet sliced through the air. The speeding shell streaked
across the rocked mountain of Vesuvius' left breast deflected away by
the impenetrable density of the solidified meat leaving only a
dripping red line where it had scorched across the silky sheen of
skin covering the petrified muscle. Vesuvius' back still burned where
the first two bullets that had impacted against his convulsing back
muscles. He knew that the fortified power of his muscle had succeeded
against the tiny capsules of metal, but his anger at the interruption
of his conquest forced his attention.
Vesuvius threw his massive forearms up in front of his more
vulnerable head as the fourth bullet sped toward him from the gun in
Hong Tu's hand. A red-stained rag was tied tightly around one of his
arms where, apparently, Vesuvius' driver had only been partially
successful in shooting down this Coven traitor when he escaped into
the darkness of the woods. The bullet bounced off of Vesuvius'
clenched forearm muscle cutting another bloody channel across a
length of his tanned skin.
Vesuvius growled as he folded his body into an anger-driven most
muscular pose. Every fiber of every muscle covering the stunningly
flexed body announced its unstoppable veracity. Hong Tu stood about
100 feet away shivering at the sight of Vesuvius' unquenchable
massiveness. Then, as if recognizing the futility of his attempts, he
turned and ran at a diagonal from Vesuvius' flexing form toward the
far-off woods. The angered Coven member, knowing that his own
muscular prey was safely held for a while and seeing an opportunity,
took off in the direction across the marshy open field to cut off
Hung Tu's retreat.
Splashes of shallow water vacated the area of Vesuvius' pounding feet
as he sloshed through the wetland with amazing speed for his mass.
His vast muscles flowed with the grace of the most stunningly
sculpted gymnast preparing to conquer a floor exercise passing as he
rapidly closed the distance between his amazing body of muscle and
Hong Tu's small doomed figure.
Vesuvius was no more than thirty feet from Hong Tu and smiling with
the knowledge of his eminent success when, suddenly, he found himself
calf-deep in a murky mud with no sustainable footing. He forced one
hugely balled 29" calf muscle up out of the muck only to have the
other one disappear completely as his supporting leg sank deeper. The
columned lines of both fantastically muscled lower legs were soon
buried knee-deep from view. Vesuvius flexed his calf muscles and feet
in an attempt to raise himself from the spongy soils only to drift
down another two or three inches into the gloomy dark goo.
Anger turned to instant fear when he saw the smile pasted broadly
across Hong Tu's watching face and realized that he had been lured
into a bed of silty quicksand. Vesuvius writhed with renewed anger
and determination as Hong Tu's taunting laughter boiled in his ears.
The vast sculptural formations of each individual thigh muscle coiled
into view as Vesuvius fought to stop the downward suctioning of the
slithering soil against his staggering muscle. Striated line by
striated line of cabled thigh meat sunk below the surface. Not even
the full 48" girth of his upper leg meat proved sufficient to halt
his immersion.
Within a few short moments, Vesuvius could feel the lapping wetness
of the spongy sand tickling the base of his cream engorged testicles.
The loose soils began dribbling into the closed canyon walls of ass
muscle as line by striated line of his gorgeous glutes were folded
into the murky darkness. The subtle pressing of the shifting sands
against the fullness of his sensitive balls churned his wanting semen
within. Soon the glory of his frightfully hypnotic cock began to
become entombed. The superlative 4 ½" width of his tremendous cock
shaft was ferociously outlined as the bottom side of the steely-
veined shaft disappeared.
The great melon of his powerful cock head lifted its full beauty up
from the sands for one last moment as the soils moved up around the
stupefying smallness of his crisply carved waistband. Just as the
last gurgling of sand covered the remainder of his massive cock head,
there was a sudden boiling of the adjacent soil followed by a geyser
of liquid white. Line upon line of thick white cum stained the
surface of the quicksand as Vesuvius' god-like muscle shuttered
through orgasm. The still visible upper torso ripped with a new
definition of muscled perfection as the jolts of cum seized control
of his staggering mass.
Tears of joy and defeat could be seen rolling down Vesuvius' sharp
features as the sand swallowed the road markings of his cum. Finger
by finger and plate by plate his heaving abs and ridged serratus
drifted from view. The sight of his immensely muscled 87" upper body
severed by the sand around his 33" waist brought Hong Tu's observing
body to full erection. His hands began to massage the stupendous
length of his handler's organ as the mammoth muscle creature sunk
erotically from view.
The sand and water crept up to lick Vesuvius' down-pointing nipples.
He raised his arms in a final attempt to avoid being consumed letting
the stunning fullness of his colossal lats flesh out above the
sucking soil. His wealth of breast meat pushed waves of slow-moving
sand away from their half-mooned bulks as the cabled ridges of pec
meat slid into the muck. As the sand reached the top of his massive
breast meat, Vesuvius clenched his fists in a last act of silent
defiance. His arms became cut with stupendous muscular definition as
his triceps and biceps blasted out one last chiseled look at their
massive power.
Vesuvius tilted his handsome head back as the sand lapped up against
his chin and consumed the last of his writhing trapezius muscles. His
forearms rolled with muscle as each thick tendon and vein forced his
hardened fists tighter. He cast one last glaring look at Hong Tu's
masturbating form before their sharp peering vision was lost to the
depths along with the rest of his handsomely carved face. Only
Vesuvius' fisted hands remained visible for one last moment. Then,
the entirety of the glorious body was gone.
Hong Tu marked the spot with a wreath of his own cum before moving on
to help his bound partner.
It was almost two weeks before they made it back to the comfort of
their home base outside of Washington and another two weeks before
Wells could bring himself to report back to the renewed M-squad. Ryan
was safely back in his compound and seemed quite content not to want
to wander away again. Wells was pleased with the promotion of Hanson
as their new leader and liked Antonio a lot. An appreciative Russian
army had done their best to help find Klein but neither he nor his
body was found.
The price they had paid had been dear, but the American M-troop of
body guards had done their job well and proved their worth - this
time.
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