BODY GUARDS - Chapter 8
By: JOHN
For two full days Antonio had refused to speak with anyone other than
Mark. Mark walked down to the private cell where Antonio had been
moved. Mark knew there had been some kind of connection achieved
between them from the instant he directed the hugely muscled Italian
into the back of the armored vehicle on the day that Antonio and his
Coven partner, Bernard, had been transferred into the hands of the M-
squad.
On the way back from that fateful exchange, Antonio had shown no
intention to continue the attack that he and Bernard had, apparently,
been sent to undertake. His smiling face kept drifting between direct
eye contact with Mark and Mark's tingling crotch. Antonio had even
offered his apology, in Italian, to Mark for the attack and said that
this was his first assignment for the Coven. Even after being locked
up in confinement, Antonio had seemed to pose no threat.
No one had heard from Wells or Klein since the exchange two days ago.
There was too much at stake to wait any longer so Antonio was the
best hope the group had for getting information and Mark was the
apparent avenue to that information. As Mark approached, the guard
outside the heavy, double-locked solid steel door unlocked it to
permit him to enter. Mark went in alone and unarmed except for the
charge of M4-level cum circulating through his enhanced sexual
equipment. Antonio had insisted that Mark be pushed to that level as
a handler.
Even though the room was constantly monitored by camera, he knew, yet
didn't care, that he had no chance against Antonio's enormous muscle
and strength. Once inside, the door was locked behind Mark. He turned
and found himself facing the same magnificent body he recalled so
vividly drenched in the sharpening sunlight of the Sicilian sunset.
The single incandescent light bulb glowing in the room was no match
for the rays of the hot Italian sun. But the body standing below its
harsher light was no less phenomenal.
Antonio had stripped himself naked and stood gloriously pumped with
all of his vast musculature intensely displayed for Mark to absorb.
His handsome smile was magnetic. Mark stepped up slowly to within arm
length of the sculptured body. Antonio reached wordlessly down and
gently took one of Marks trembling hands into his own. He lifted the
warm hand to his mouth and touched it with a soft, caring kiss. Then
Antonio led Mark's hand onto his left breast.
As mountainously piled as the gargantuan pectoral beauty was, Mark
could still feel the beat of Antonio's racing heart through the
endless depth of his rich, warm muscle. Mark's hand slid slowly
across a small portion of the continental shelf of hot breast meat
enjoying every inch of the silk-covered polished-marble experience.
The roving hand followed the hemispheric curve of muscle to the
center canyon where the twinned pec planets intersected.
Antonio relaxed his pecs as best as he could so that Mark's longing
hand could delve into the moist darkness of the central pectoral
cavern. The American handler pushed his groping hand deeper and
deeper until it had virtually disappeared up to its wrist in
enveloping muscle. Remembering the first time he had seen Antonio,
Mark tried to pry the two man-breasts apart with his hands but the
heavy meat was too intensified for his limited strength.
Antonio, sensing Mark's desires, reached up and, using both of his
superiorly muscled arms, spread the chiseled canyon walls apart. Mark
leaned in between the massive valley of pec meat with his face and
licked the gathered sweat from the shadowed muscle walls. His
nostrils were filled with the tantalizing aroma of Antonio's exercise-
induced musk. Mark let his now free hand continue its journey back
over the highly mounded left breast and down under the precipitous
cantilever of protruding muscle until it found the aroused finger-
thick nipple that he remembered seeing attached to the domed wonder.
After only a brief moment of playful interaction between the tweaking
hand and sensitive nipple, Mark was rewarded with a welcoming new
sensation of pressure against his lower abdomen. His free hand
reached under into the lightless shadow of Antonio's undulating right
pec to take hold of the steel-pipe 11" cock that had risen from the
chiseled Italian groin. The inflated organ was as hot to the touch as
it was hard. Mark could feel the pumping veining that reinforced its
magnificent power.
He stepped back, sadly retrieving his face from the depths of the
rolling pec meat so that he could see the brutal strength of the
pistoned cock digging hard into his stomach. A thin bead of silvery
precum webbed between the cloth of his shirt and Antonio's polished
cock head as they separated. Mark caught the clear liquid strand in
his hand and brought it up to his own mouth, licking it into his
wetted lips.
"Make love with me." Antonio whispered in soft Italian. "I shall help
you and your friends, but I must know that I am yours and you are
mine first."
Mark nodded his smile of acknowledgment and began to disrobe. His
small, tight body was pleasantly formed but not the body of a
bodybuilder. Antonio outweighed the slight American by almost 250
pounds; all of it indescribably sculpted muscle. Yet Mark was neither
embarrassed nor ashamed. Somehow, this union between the two of them
seemed right. Antonio instantly caressed Mark's naked torso with the
hands of loving desire. He reached down to help Mark push his
trousers down from his slim waist.
It was Antonio's turn to relish the organ of manhood rising from its
release at Mark's new M4 level groin. His hands followed the
hardening curve of meat as it flushed solid to its full, fearful 19"
prominence. It stood slightly thicker than Antonio's columned organ
at its root and lost only a little of its delectable girth along its
stupefying journey to the flaired collar of its beating cock head.
Antonio pushed his lips against the smiling end of Mark's cock
letting his tongue dance around the precum-moistened slit.
The huge muscle of the naked Italian swept Mark's playfully light
body up into its pumped volume. Antonio's waist-thick upper arms and
enormous pecs formed into a great soothing nest of muscle enveloping
Mark's swooping body completely. Mark could feel one of the boulder-
hard rounds of meloned biceps meat cushioning his upper back and neck
while the other erotically beautiful striated arm globe and writhing
forearm carefully pinched one of his lower legs within the closed
gaps of their massiveness.
Mark's raging 19" cock slapped repeated against Antonio's cabled pecs
and chin as the hot Italian carried its loving burden to a nearby
padded table. Antonio slowly lowered Mark to a standing position on
the floor next to the table. Then the brutal arms of the muscle-
drenched body of the Italian prisoner pushed his own vastness into a
seated posture on the table facing Mark. The great torso rolled back
onto the tabletop until his head rested comfortably on the muscle-
crushed padding. Antonio's pecs mountained up several inches above
the rest of his heaving torso and his abs were swept into a
remarkably defined concave valley sweeping down to his flatly muscled
crotch.
Like a fine gymnast, Antonio rolled his legs up while pulling in his
knees until they dug against the base of his rock-chiseled pec meat.
In the process, he spread his legs as best as anyone with his amount
of muscle development could exposing his testicles and sphincter to
Mark's waiting cock. The smaller body stepped up to the flowing ass
cheeks trayed before it until the head of his bloated cock kissed the
anal entry ring of muscle.
Antonio locked his hands around the lip if the tabletop and braced
for the wanted entry of Mark's dreadfully large, throbbing cock.
Every muscle danced into precision cut formation. The sweat of
anticipation polished the extraordinarily muscled body to glowing
perfection. Mark leaned in slightly with his torso so that he could
gather a secure grasp of the offered Italian hips for leverage. Every
agonizingly fantastic inch of Mark's cock flushed stone-hard with
excitement as the glistening head began to force the moist cave
gateway open.
The brilliant lined hardness of Antonio's immense precision-tooled
muscles displayed in inhumanly flexed glory stood in sharp contrast
to the warm, pliable lining embracing the head of Mark's longing cock
from within. Inch after filling inch soothed Antonio's wanting
passion as Mark's forged metal organ coursed deeper and deeper
inside. When a solid foot of Mark's love sausage had conjoined the
two sweating men together, he withdraw half of his embedded meat and
then reinserted the six polished inches plus a third of what had
remained outside.
By the fifth carefully guided rectal invasion, the gentle patting of
Mark's bloated testicles against his satisfied ass cheeks signaled
Antonio's stunning absorption of the entire 19" M4 handler shaft. As
Mark shifted into a repetitive drive of rhythmic motion, he permitted
his hands to release their lock on Antonio's rolling hips and roam
the vast fields of Antonio's shredded and undulating musculature. The
vein-shrouded waist-sized arms felt like hot, hardened lava filled
with endless power in each bundled cable of molten meat coiled onto
Antonio's arms.
The marvel of Antonio's predominant pecs pushed mountain-high by his
invading knees against their bottom cliffs of radiating meat drove
Mark into a frenzy of rocking motion as his hands explored their
majesty and vitality again. The light breaking across Antonio's
armored abs finally permitted Mark his first view of their insanely
sharp strength and beauty. The haunting abdomen rolled as a bed of
solid rock for Antonio's 11" of thick, hard cock. The head of his
thrusting organ dug hard into the muscled triangle of shadow defining
the centered bottom of his pecs and the crushing line of his breast
cleavage.
Antonio's balls glowed like two pink, over-ripe lemons. With each
succeeding thrust by Mark, Antonio's massive inner thigh meat moved
in against his trapped testicles like the handles of a great juice
squeezer trying to force the hot, fluids they contained into the pour-
spout of the bodybuilder's cock. Harmonic rhythm gave way to
passionate thrusts of pure lust as Mark forced his heated meat toward
fulfillment. Antonio's body froze into a momentary vision of
perfected muscle development as his cock exploded first with a
tremendous pulse of heavy white cream filling the lined muscle of his
contorting lower pecs and moats surrounding his upper abs.
Mark's hands zeroed in on the flow of cum spreading over Antonio's
shredded muscles and began immediately to massage the silky deposits
into the writhing muscle meat. Within seconds, Mark began to fill
Antonio's flailing muscle from the inside as the cup-sized offering
of muscle-enhancing cum was forced into the Italian's intestinal
system. Before the last of Mark's burning growth-cum had flowed into
the starving muscle cavity, Antonio's body began to quake in power
absorbing reaction. Now they could both be M4 quality beings together.
Hanson and Raymond had been joined by their partners, Balling and
Sonny who had brought reinforcements in the form of two newly
promoted M3 teams. Antonio had been true to his word and agreed to
lead them into the Sicilian den of Coven members. Mark and the
Italian fire-pug of rich new muscle had become inseparable in the two
days since they first consummated their love. The ten men moved in on
the villa to which Antonio had lead them just as the sun was
beginning its assent over the aquamarine sea lapping the sun drenched
Sicilian beaches.
According to Antonio, they should be arriving a good half an hour
before the labors of the day began for most of the members of this
Coven branch. He indicated that the Coven had been preparing for a
new offensive and, if he was telling the truth, it was critical that
they be stopped. Mark insisted that he believed his new lover to be
telling the truth. The rest of the party remained weary but, since
they had heard nothing from Wells or Klein, the squad needed to
assume the worst and needed to act now.
There were, as Antonio warned, two M2 level guards at the closed gate
to the villa site. The house was high up in the hills outside of
Palermo and the gate was the best way into the compound. This was
Antonio's first test. He drove up quickly to the gate waving
frantically out of the car window so that the guards would know it to
be a familiar voice. Before they could call in any report, he rolled
out of the car door onto the ground as if in great pain. The two
muscular young guards rushed over together only to be greeted from
behind by the overpowering force of the four M3 soldiers that had
sneaked around on both sides of the flanking wall behind them.
They were immobilized quickly and quietly. Both were chained to the
trunks of the two largest trees just outside of the range of the
sweeping security camera. Now speed was the name of the game. Balling
and Hanson waited until the lens of the camera had moved briefly away
from the hinged portion of the gate. They locked the vast musculature
of their 27" arms around the iron bars where they were bolted into
the stucco-covered masonry wall and, with charging force, ripped the
hinges from their rocky securement.
The invading team could hear the muted noise of the alarms sounding
inside the villa. They split up into two groups and each proceeded
forward according to the description of the layout provided by
Antonio. Hanson, Balling and one of the new M3's along with their
handlers burst into the corridor leading directly to the sleeping
quarters of the regular Coven members. Mark, Antonio, and the other
new M3 team were to head toward the lab area and destroy it along
with the Ryan-cum processing equipment.
Hanson, Balling and their team burst through the door and into the
public area of the Coven sector living quarters. The alarms had done
their job. The men had not yet had time to dress but were scurrying
about to get ready to go to their stations. From the look of the four
naked men, one appeared to be a handler, one was clearly an M2 level
operative and the other two definitely possessed M3 quality bodies.
Antonio had warned that none of the men should be underestimated
since most of those lured into service for Weir carried significant
criminal records. Antonio had admitted that even he had served time
for an armed robbery attempt that had gone bad.
It was clear from the look of the men that this task would not be as
easy as it had been to take care of the unsuspecting guards. It also
appeared that the two larger men had been aroused by more than the
alarms as both sported raging hard cocks, as did the handler. The M3
Coven men looked as harsh in spirit as their bodies were spectacular
with muscle. The M2 was younger and, in many ways, carried his 360
pounds of carved muscle much more aesthetically than his companions.
At the sight of the size of the invaders and the fully hardened
bodies of the two Coven companions, the cock on the handsome young
man began to swell to attention.
Hanson, Balling and their new partner glanced briefly at each other.
Hanson shrugged his intentions to the others and immediately ripped
off the camouflage clothing painted onto his huge muscularity.
Balling followed in due course. The new man was a bit more reluctant
but finally gave in, too. The American team stood in brutal nakedness
opposite their enemy. Their swelling cocks began to arc into weaponed
readiness. The three American handlers unzipped their pants at the
crotch so as to permit their own over-sized writhing assault weapons
the breathing room they demanded.
The 10" pole anchored to the groin of the small Coven member stood
powerfully charged but significantly overwhelmed by the array of
stiffened cocks surrounding him. Both Hanson and Balling carried a
solid 12" of reinforced meat for cocks. The two Coven M3 men smiled
proudly with their stiffened members armed for the charge. The cocks
of the three American handlers each rolled out into longing, slightly
curved cocks between 16" and 18" long. The prize, however, went to
the Coven handler as his man-blade waived its head in victory at a
full 20".
Almost 2,500 pounds of painfully gained muscle on the six enhanced
bodybuilders sheared into chiseled brilliance as the two squads
braced for their attack. Raymond and Sonny zeroed in on the Coven
handler. The new M3 and his handler focused on the handsome younger
Coven member. Hanson and Balling claimed the pair of equally
monstrous muscle-creatures as their targets. One of the two more
massive men went over to the wood dining table. Within seconds one of
the legs was gone from one end, ripped from its bolted anchorage. He
tossed the sharply splintered 4x4 posts back and forth between his
two hands. The added weaponry made the sides almost even.
The younger Coven member fired the first shot as he charged directly
at the newer handler. His partner swooped in with his years of
training and was able to catch up the young man with one sweep of his
28" upper arm. He rolled the handsome Italian into a bearhug with
both stringently muscled bodies face-to-face and pec-to-pec. The more
skillful American had slide his throbbing cock in between the
handsomely muscled legs of the young man so that the head of his
bloated dick shined invitingly behind and beyond the lined swell of
the Italian asscheeks.
For the young man, this meant that the head of his own strikingly
hard cock was impacted painfully against the American's steel-hard
abs. Not only had the new M3 American caught the handsome Italian
around the waist, but he had also managed to capture his lower
forearms, pinning them against the young man's sides. The younger 25"
arms were no match for the more powerful and controlling 28" diameter
biceps and triceps enveloping his wonderfully gained muscle. The
trapped position forced the young pecs of the Italian to arc forward
with genuinely lust-inspiring beauty driven outward by the crushing
forces of his own rock-like biceps.
The newer handler stood speechlessly gaping at the dreadfully
wonderful sight of these two massively carved huge musclemen in a
deadly embrace. The long dark Italian hair waved like thick black
silk as the trapped coven member struggled against the python grip of
the larger American. The constricting forces acting on the younger
pecs made the two pairs of inhumanly muscled male breasts seem
equally bountiful. The great pectoral masses became lined and
striated with power as they sought to defend against the crushing
forces being imparted on them by the magnificent opposing breast
beasts.
The handsome Italian face reddened as the young man sought a way to
escape the enveloping muscle of the incredibly strong American. Any
compassion for the Coven member was lost when the handsome face, in a
sign of youthful contempt, spit into the face of his captor. The
American tightened his grip in the hopes of forcing surrender but the
Italian, though in obvious pain, spit again in pure defiance.
That was all the American needed to know. Handsome or not, this man
was the enemy and had to be stopped. The American M3 chiseled his
upper body into a frightening image of muscular accomplishment. All
68" of finely carved pecs and back sheered into steely hardness and
the monumental pec flesh began to force the younger pecs into a
concave dimpling of pre-defeat. Simultaneously, he crashed his torso
down onto his granite-like abs pushing the 10" embedded cock of his
captor to be driven back into the flexing Italian groin.
The American handler watched sorrowfully as the handsomely high-
mounted ass of the doomed young man arched back in response to the
driving pain within his cock trying to carry his tightly chiseled
waist with it. But the crushing American froze his sheered arm
muscles with equally muscle-hardening brilliance and pulled in
against the tree-sculpted lower Italian back. He held his grip at the
breaking point to offer one final chance for surrender. A wad of spit
in the face of the clenching American was the last living act of the
young Coven member as the power of the clutching American muscle
displaced the shattering bone of the young lower back.
As the body slipped to the floor, a trail of silvery cum left its
mark on the American torso and legs. Apparently the young man had
achieved orgasm sometime during his struggle but, with his cock-head
pinned against the cast-iron muscle of the American abs, the cum had
not been able to be properly jettisoned. As the beautiful corpse
draped onto the floor, a pool of virginal white cum continued to ooze
from the drooping cock of the late Italian.
The new handler was the first to notice Raymond's need for
assistance. The Coven handler had Raymond in a solid hold around the
neck from behind. The head of Raymond's 18" organ pointed directly up
over the top of the backward arching form of Hanson's handler. The
gigantic 20" piston riveted to the Coven member's groin dug into the
dark triangle of space below Raymond's small, tight ass. Raymond was
already on the verge of loosing consciousness. The new handler
started toward the two men but was brutally diverted when the
splintered end on one of the table legs, launched at him by one of
the two huge Coven men, caught him at the side of his head.
The cum-stained newer M3 American had his attention drawn in when his
handler went down. He immediately moved in on the Coven handler. He
needed to act fast because it was obvious that Raymond was near
death. Reaching between the thin legs of the Coven handler, he
grabbed full hold of the small man's testicles and began to squeeze.
It had been his intention to apply just enough pressure to force the
hold against Raymond to be broken. Unfortunately for the enemy
handler, with the adrenaline still surging through the powerful
muscles of the American, his balls were reduced to exploding sacs of
man-mush instantly.
The castrated handler collapsed to the floor in contortions of
mindless pain. The grandeur of his useless 20" cock rose high like a
defeated flagpole. A pool of blood began to flow over the floor from
the center of the dying body. Rather than watch the defeated handler
suffer, the American reached down and, with one well-trained turn,
snapped the life from the crying head. The M3 quickly made sure that
Raymond was OK, though still unconscious, and rushed over to the side
of his own fallen handler. The blow had been well-aimed and thrown
with deadly force. At least appeared that death had been
instantaneous and his partner had not suffered.
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