BODY GUARDS - Chapter 9
By: JOHN
Hanson and Balling had not been idle while their new partners and
Raymond were busy fighting their own battles. The men they faced were
both creatures of great muscular accomplishment. Balling took aim at
one giant and guessed the arms of this larger Coven M3 to be a very,
very solid 28" and his waist to be not much bigger than that. But the
most outstanding feature of the muscle creation facing Balling were a
pair of legs that seemed more like gigantic stone pillars than human
body parts. Balling had always been drawn to great legs and these
appeared to be big enough to belong to an M4 caliber body.
The man carried a long scar from an old battle down much of his left
cheek and his late-thirties face already showed the start of creasing
from too many unprotected days in the harsh Italian sun. It had been
this scar-faced muscle machine that had taken the life of the
American handler with his well-aimed firing of the destroyed table
leg. With one leg slightly in front of the other they, too, were
chiseled spectacles containing 44" of coiled thigh meat and 27" of
columnar calf muscles. There was enough solidified muscle clinging
onto those gargantuan legs to make an M4 soldier proud.
The rest of the body was, as with all M3 caliber men, stunning. The
upper torso was marvelously sculpted with serrated muscle. The same
tanning that lined the worn face, served to embellish the glory of
each anatomically displayed muscle. Noting the attention that his
partner was getting from Balling, the other naked enemy Coven figure
raised his arms up with his hands behind his head and forced his
upper body hard down onto his swaying abs. Hanson focused his
attention on the daunting flexing figure of the other man.
It was as if every fiber of muscle under the surface of the
translucent skin had been called upon to show itself. The insanely
carved marvel then forced his obliques and serratus into fingers of
power while flaring his billowed lats into great quarter-wheels of
veined meat. The variation in width between the distended edges of
his stupendous, head-thick lats and minuscule waist was a wonder to
behold. This was the one known as "Swallow". This position forced his
wrist-thick cock to seem as painfully perfect as the rest of his
endlessly muscled body.
Balling and Hanson wanted to savor these flexing bodies, not destroy
them. The pumping hardness of Balling's own 12" cock showed the
desires of his mind to the flexing monster grinning in front of him.
The loud rip of Balling's tight fatigues trousers as his cock broke
free of its encumbrance preceded the similar sound from Hanson's
crotch by only a few short seconds as his 11" throbbing instrument
exploded into its full glory. The two Americans cast aside the
remaining useless pants fabric as they shifted both their minds and
their own insanely muscled bodies to battle readiness.
The sleeveless shirts soon followed as all four figures assumed
attack-ready poses of muscle-boggling density. Almost 850 pounds of
petrified American muscle stood boldly ready to tackle the equally
mounted muscle weight of the deadly Coven agents.
The American soldiers could feel the heat rising from the etched
muscle surfaces of their erotically charged bodies. Roped veins
wrapped the striated meat of their biceps, triceps, lats, abs, pecs
and legs with a netting of feeding power. At the sight of this vast
array of American meat, the two Coven members re-tensed their
brutally flexed bodies pushing their visible perfection and power for
all it was worth. They grinned with an air of unconcerned arrogance
as they taunted the Americans with each muscle-enriching pose.
Responding as much to years of training as determined anger, both
Hanson and Balling attacked simultaneously. Their petrified bodies
surged forward with unrelenting force as both men drove their
bouldered shoulders into the surprised steel abdominals of the Coven
brothers. The momentum of the assault as the four accumulations of
marbled muscle crashed together carried all four men back into the
plaster and block wall behind the two Italians. In the clash between
manmade inorganic rock and man-built muscle-rock, the muscle proved
to be the more powerful entity.
Dust and fragments of concrete exploded outward as the bodies
consumed the space formerly occupied by the wall. The enormous width
of Swallow's gargantuan back muscle took out a major section of the
reinforced wall. Metal reinforcing bars within the wall bent and
twisted under the pressure of close to a ton of honed muscle. The
four men collapsed into two piles of unforgiving muscle onto the
rough granite decking surrounding the pool. Sections of wall flew
clear across the pool and sailed out over the richly carved stone
railing that separated the deck from the precipitous cliffs upon
which the main villa was perched.
The half-inch diameter steel reinforcing bars remained bent outward
in a series of rough circles where the two piles of bodies had
erupted through the wall. In spite of the force with which they had
been driven through the wall, neither Coven member seemed to have
been seriously injured. Swallow found himself slightly dazed and
pinned on his back beneath Hanson's heaving torso. One of the steel
bars had left its mark in the form of a surface cut across the width
of Hanson's left shoulder. Blood ran slowly from the tear in the
skin, but the supremely dense muscle had been unaffected.
Balling had hit the ground hard with his head wedged between he scar-
faced Italian's massive thighs. The Italian lay splayed on the
ground, flat on his back. His enormous pecs were raised high above
his torso. Their astonishing thickness was amplified by the
hollowness of his vacuumed abs. The stone-like stiffness of his poled
cock projected straight up from his groin. It's beer-can width cast a
broad shadow over the disarrayed dust covered hair of the dizzy
American. The Italian could feel Balling's hot heavy breath on his
peach-sized testicles.
Taking advantage of the situation, the scar-faced Italian slide his
body down until he could feel Balling's hair rubbing against the base
of his balls. Using his lower legs as levers, the Coven member forced
Balling's head up slightly and surrounded it with his stunning
thighs. Each 44" upper leg monster closed in until the American head
found itself staring at the underside of the strikingly veined cock
shaft of his opponent. The smell of the musty Italian balls filled
the lungs of the still-confused American.
The massive Italian muscle giant sat upright and rolled forward until
the beating head of his rigid cock rested against the bottomless
cleavage line between his two heavy round planets of pec muscle.
Crunching his Italian glutes against the hard stone decking, they
turned to writhing masses of molten muscle and pushed his legs up
several inches higher, carrying Balling's trapped head with them. The
indescribable upper leg masses began to contort under the internally
applied pressures and shift into lined visions of corded muscle. As
they sculpted themselves into solidified masses of brutally dense
flesh encompassing the captured head, Balling screamed out his pain.
The Italian merely grinned and intensified his assault.
Swallow was sensing his own pain as Hanson's steely cock drove deep
and hard against his covered abdomen. Both men found themselves
embroiled in a colossal war of pec muscle as the two sets of inhuman
man-breasts crunched against one another. Hanson's deeper, thicker
pecs ground against Swallow's ridged tit-mountains. Line after line
of cabled meat rolled by one-another as the friction of the massive
pecs ripped with heat in the rough encounter. Hanson stared
unflinchingly into the youthfully handsome Italian face. The bright
blue eyes and squared cheeks belonged as much on a great male model
as they did on this rich, Italian muscle-god.
Hanson clenched his own overwhelmingly chiseled ass muscles together
forcing the head of his weapon-like cock as hard as possible into the
rolling rocks of Swallow's abs. He twisted his hips and forced his
unbending cock repeatedly against the writhing stomach muscles.
Hanson could feel his own balls churning with excitement as he
pounded his petrified male organ against the rocked abdominal wall
beneath it. Then he reached down behind the flowing blond Italian
hair and forced a headlock on the muffled Italian.
Hanson began to force his body to its feet dragging Swallow's
struggling torso with him. A combination of sheer will power, raw
muscle and driving adrenaline allowed him to hoist their combined 830
pounds of pure meat upright into a standing position, Once they were
their feet, Hanson moved with cat-like speed behind Swallow's body
and converted the head hold into a full-nelson. Hanson locked his
fingers together and began to apply as much pressure as he could to
the back of the heavily muscled neck.
Balling was trapped. The pressure against each side of his head was
almost unbearable and he needed to act quickly. He tried to wrap his
arms around the massive thighs attacking his head but the combined
size of his own 28" biceps and the enveloping 44" upper legs did not
permit him to reach far enough around to get a firm grip on the upper
ranges of the twisting quad meat. Balling felt more than heard the
sounds of the mocking laugh of the confident Italian.
Using what little strength remained, Balling lifted his face up
slightly until he was able to stare over the top of the fruit-sized
Italian balls. Thrusting his tongue forward, he was able to catch one
of the ripe man-fruits and reel it closer to his mouth. With one
desperate attempt, Balling got his teeth around the hard core and bit
down as hard as he could. The laugher turned to an immediate cry of
intense pain. The reactive response was exactly what Balling had
hoped for as the great closure of crushing inner-thigh muscle
disappeared.
At the feel of the sudden freedom, Balling jumped to his feet. He
stared down at the writhing Italian figure. The sight of the
immensely muscled man curled into a roll of astoundingly striated
muscle almost caused Balling to cum on the spot. Every fantastic
muscle fiber was on display in shredded brilliance as the vast figure
reached through with both arms to caress the injured gonad. As the
body rolled with contorted pain, Balling was repeatedly rewarded with
views of the inviting moist bud of the chiseled Italian's anal
opening surrounded by a waving sea of rolling ass and inner leg
muscle. Following the motion, Balling took careful aim and, as the
inviting ass exposed itself one more time, he rolled one hand into a
great fist and shoved his fist into the vast anal cavern. At the same
time, Balling secured a steely grasp of the outermost length of the
Italian's supremely hardened cock and began to squeeze.
In the meantime, Hanson locked his fingers ever tighter against
Swallow's neck and began to force the young mans head dangerously
forward. He whispered a request for the Italian to stop his
struggling and to surrender. Instead of the hoped for response,
Swallow began to send signals of muscle fortification surging through
his neck, trap and upper back muscles. The lats immediately began to
swell toward their unbelievable width and thickness. At the same
time, Swallow's traps flaired into diamond hard triangles of
impenetrable meat. His lower back formed into a great compact
Christmas tree of ridged muscle reinforcing the efforts of his upper
back.
A lattice of veining danced across and around his blossoming lats as
the richness of his painfully thick back muscle rolled unstoppably
outward pushing Hanson's own massive biceps and forearm muscle with
them. The Italian's trapezius muscle grew more and more intensely
hard and hot until the flesh felt more like forged steel than mere
muscle. Swallow forced his clenched hands further and further out in
front of the uncountable cables of tightened pec meat as he pushed
his lats out to the greatest flexed width he had ever achieved.
In the end, Hanson's fingers were no match for the magnificence of
Swallow's fully expanded back. The cabling of muscles crafted onto
his vein-pounded forearms screamed in pain as the massive Italian
continued to unfurl the giant tortoise shell hard lats. Then the
pressure pounding into Hanson's shredded 29" biceps from Swallow's
unflinching back muscles threatened to tear their anchored tendons
clear off of his bones. As Swallow's impossibly huge wedges of
trapezius muscle forced the American hands up and back, Hanson was
faced with the choice of overpowered surrender or unconditional
muscle destruction.
He chose the former. Swallow twisted his freed torso with unexpected
speed and wrapped the deadly splendor of his entire unfolded back and
enveloping arms around the waist of the pained American. Swallow dug
his boulder-sized shoulders into Hanson's upper abdomen forcing the
round rocks of muscle deep into the massive lower cantilevering of
undulating pec meat pushing the tops of the head-thick chest muscles
up into Hanson's chiseled chin. Swallow continued to drive his
monumental mass into the very core of the struggling American's
flexing chest and waist lifting the man clear off the ground.
Swallow carried the great, muscular body back into the ruins of the
wall through which they had erupted. Coils of bent re-bar scraped
across Hanson's writhing back. Soon he found his body splayed against
the rubble still clinging to the former wall. Swallow held the rigid
muscle of Hanson's body against the wall with his own pecs and
shoulders and began to reach around the wondrously muscled figure
grabbing several of the projecting steel bars. He carefully wrapped
three around one of Hanson's struggling upper arms and then three
more around the other arm.
The overpowering Italian's cock pumped itself to brutal hardness with
each feeding vein clearly etched onto its 12" long surface as his
hands felt the steel power of Hanson's flexed, fighting biceps and
triceps. All 29" of petrified arm meat on both arms boiled with power
as Swallow finished encircling the monstrous balls of meat tightly in
the coils of reinforcing bars. He then repeated the process around
Hanson's columned calf muscles.
All too soon, the passionately muscled figure of Hanson's striated
body found itself ensnared in the webbing of rolled steel. His
stretched chest heaved and rolled with defining muscle as he tried to
use his upper torso to wriggle free from the confining metal
strapping. Swallow stepped back to briefly admire the image of the
impressive form splayed out before him. Satisfied with the stability
of the restraints, Swallow let his mind and eyes slide over the
colossal muscle offering mounted before him and down to the
projecting cylinder of Hanson's own deliciously thick 12" cock.
Not even the torturous screams of his own Coven counterpart across
the pool could interrupt Swallow as his head moved in on the beating
foot-long cock-post waving its invitation to him from Hanson's
gyrating midsection. Balling cast a quick glance over toward his
American partner. He knew he needed to finish off his own Italian
opponent as quickly as possible in order to try to help Hanson. Anger
welled up inside of Balling's mind and pushed his clenched fist
deeper and deeper into soft, moist core of the shrieking Italian into
whom he had embedded his hand almost up to the swelling mass of his
upper forearm.
Balling continued to twist the 10" poled cock of the scar-faced
Italian as he drove his fingers further into the writhing mass of ass
muscle. The Italian cock was astonishingly hard. It took all of
Balling's massive arm power to force the steel-like cock into a
slight, but painful, bend just below the bloated crimson cock head.
He could feel the beating of the stupendous organ as the Italian
tried to force his cum through the crimped tube. Balling had counted
at least 8 great orgasmic ejaculations into the closed cock tubing.
He continued to shove his hand into the injured, but aroused ass.
Then, in a totally unexpected action, the Italian suddenly forced
both of his feet up against Balling's inordinately huge pectoral
swells and, with one great shove of his gargantuan upper leg muscles,
he forced Balling away from his invaded body. Balling's entrenched
hand was suddenly and violently ripped from within the perfectly
carved ass and his other torn from the great powerful pumping cock.
An endless stream of hot, waiting cum fountained skyward as it was
released from its internal trapping. The Italian groaned with both
pain and fulfilling joy as he was finally permitted to complete his
punished orgasm.
Balling's surprised body rolled back and smashed into a marble bench
bolted into the pool deck. The stone shuttered before cracking into
countless chunks and pieces of rubble as Balling's intensified
muscles powered through the thick rock sitting plate. His head hit
the deck with an alarming thud sending his mind spinning with pain.
Both men lay sprawled on the deck. They each rolled slowly in semi-
consciousness, neither able to gain his bearings. Their massive
chests heaved up and down like great mountains of muscle in the
throws of titanic earthquakes. Every cable of ridge of rolling pec
flesh was chiseled into stupefying view. The Coven member's volcanic
cock continued to spew its white lava of hot cum.
Swallow was seeking to create his own eruption. His hungering mouth
surrounded the fisted head of Hanson's cock and then completely
consumed it. Soon half the steeled shaft had found its way down
Swallow's sucking throat. Hanson continued to flex and fight against
the containing re-bar with his monumental biceps and triceps as the
handsome Italian figure continued to stimulate the emotions of his
pumping groin. Hanson could feel the soft moist lips of the god-like
Italian face as Swallow internalized all of Hanson's mighty cock-
shaft.
The American's biceps swelled larger and harder with each forced
flex. The coiled bands of steel surrounding them tried to penetrate
the inhumanly hard meat forcing a vast explosion of surfaced veining
to protrude as the trapped blood filled the constricted vessels to
bursting proportions. The fibrous meat of each bicep turned diamond
hard as Hanson fed the hungry meat with a desperate inner strength.
Driving the steel binding toward failure in the process.
Swallow was engulfed in his own immediate challenge. He began to move
his head back and forth along the entire length of Hanson's
inflexibly hot cock with the rhythm of a man being driven by desire.
Hanson silently continued to roll his upper arms slowly and
deliberately into unimaginably perfect double biceps positions
driving the peak of each meloned bicep up almost to the bottom of his
clenched fists. The balls of muscle had become so charged with power
that each time his flexed and relaxed them the capturing re-bar
unrolled more and more.
Swallow was working on Hanson's cock at a ravenous pace by the time
Hanson had created the room he needed to free his arms from their
encircling steel strapping. Hanson let the mindless Italian continue
and dared not let on about his potential freedom. Swallow was so
absorbed with Hanson's fiery cock that he paid no heed to the change
in the situation. Hanson could feel his balls tingling with
anticipated release as the beautiful naked muscle-figure continued
its erotic assault on his pounding cock shaft.
As the first rush of cum exploded from his cock into the gulping
Italian mouth, Hanson swooped down with both massively sculpted arms
and enveloped the lusting head into their diamond hard mass. Swallow
suddenly found his handsome face trapped in a collapsed cave of pure
muscle and unable to move. The pumping cock packed in his throat
continued to shoot load after endless load of hot cum into him.
Slowly, the endless flow of white liquid forced the thoughts of fear
as Swallow began to find himself unable to ingest any more
suffocating cum and equally unable to break free from the envelope of
Hanson's supreme muscle.
Hanson squeezed harder and harder pinning the young face within the
walls of arm, pec and lower abdominal muscle surrounding it. He could
hear the first muffled coughs as Swallow began to fight for air.
Hanson shoved his cock deeper down the tender throat lining feeling
it slip through his own un-swallowed cum. From above he took one last
sorrow-filled look at the vast wonder of Swallow's immense upper
back, shoulders and traps. They glowed with hard-gained power and
fissured beauty. More muscle-shrouded coughs tried to break through
as the choking body began to flail below Hanson.
Swallow began to swing wildly against Hanson's imprisoned legs as he
strove to find some way to tear his great body free. Hanson tightened
his grasp further as the tremendous body began to convulse. His cock
spilled the last of its drowning white cream into the doomed Italian.
Swallow's own cock erupted in the last throws of muscle contorting
desperation as his lungs began to fill with the American cum. Hanson
retained his reluctant stranglehold as he watched and felt the
wonderful body slip from the last seconds of life to the first
seconds of death. Then the body went limp with one last muffled gasp.
Balling remained stunned and spread-eagled on the deck. His massive
pecs rolled with lined contortions as they instinctively sought to
massage their pained muscle from within. The concave sweep of his
stretched abs exaggerated the vast rise of his 5½-foot circumference
upper torso and the vertical columnar-poled length of his throbbing
cock.
As Balling lay in the rubble of the destroyed marble bench trying to
shake the spinning of the impact from his head, the mind of his
Italian opponent shifted from pained to fitfully angry. His tortured
cock and balls dripped with the last slurps of cum. The huge figure
slowly unfurled from its muscle-carved fetal position and rolled onto
all fours. The triceps on his amazingly muscled arms coiled into fist
deep springs sweeping the horseshoes of pure muscle as the scar-faced
body was pushed up onto its knees.
The beautifully carved ass cheeks sprawled their fibered masses re-
exposing the inflamed and injured sphincter as the Coven muscle-giant
shifted his mass onto his haunches. The full brutality of the
gargantuan muscle covering the legs swelled with unnerving power as
all 420 perfectly carved pounds of muscle on the Italian body were
raised upright. He glared toward Balling's beautiful splayed figure
noting the American's powerful erection.
The scar-faced Italian stepped over to straddle the vast musculature
of the handsome American with one massively sculpted leg on each side
of the inordinately trim waistline. He moved down into a half squat
clasping the Balling's steely hard organ within the grip of both of
his powerful hands. The massive muscles of his forearms, biceps and
triceps became lined with definition as he twisted his fingers into a
pain-inducing chokehold on the astonishingly hard cock meat.
Balling's cock head swelled crimson hard as the grasp refused to let
the trapped blood flow back into the great shaft.
With a loud growl, the massive Italian ripped Balling's 400 pounds of
insanely beautiful muscle from the deck by the pole of his cock. Even
with his head still spinning from the previous encounter, Balling
screamed in unbelievable pain as his the root of his poled cock
threatened to tear from his groin. His torso rolled forward as
Balling's abs and obliques fissured into bold plates of intense
muscle as they tried to add support to his threatened loins.
The anger-filled Italian whirled into half a spin with the dangling
American figure in his grasp and, then, while lifting one leg clear
of the swinging body, he let go of the great organ. Balling's heavily
muscled form flew several feet across the deck area and crashed down
hard once again onto the stone surface near the pool with his head
hanging over the water beyond the deck ledge. Several of the stone
paver pool ledge lining shattered as Balling's superior arm and back
muscle smashed into the doomed rock.
The sight of the greatly muscled American splayed on the deck again
offered a new idea to the massive Coven warrior. Glancing around
knowingly, he moved over quickly to one of the life-size marble
sculptures of handsomely muscled nude human figures lining the near
side of the pool deck. The Italian squatted in front of one of the
stone figures, he wrapped his great arms around the mid-section.
Using the endless power of his perfectly muscled legs, the Italian
hoisted the two-ton statue from the deck. His 44" diameter upper leg
meat turned into chiseled stone as he tore the stone statue from it
mount.
He twisted the sculpture horizontal to the deck and, using a
combination of raw determination, vast muscle, and anger-driven
adrenaline, he jerked the marble figure overhead. Every fiber and
cable of the meat filling his massive delts, lats, triceps, traps,
and pecs froze with embedded power into an astonishing display of
anatomical musculature as he carried the seemingly impossible weight
over to where Balling's body laid in confused waiting.
Once over the sprawling American, the focused attacker permitted
himself one last moment to absorb the beauty of the fantastically
muscled figure he was determined to destroy. His still-pained cock
began to throb its lust-filled response to the imposing image.
Balling's own massive cock stood begging for one final release but
the angered Italian smiled at the knowledge that he would send this
enemy to his grave unfulfilled.
With a slight toss to reposition the statue, the Coven soldier took
aim at the inviting line of neck straddling the edge of the pool
deck. Each and every muscle stood poised and readied on the great
Italian body. His cock continued to climb to full erection as his 28"
arm muscles twisted to sculpted brilliance preparing for the final
launch of the statue.
But the launch never happened. The scar-faced muscle-wonder probably
never had a chance to realize what had happened as his fantastically
muscled body tumbled forward into the deep water of the pool carrying
the 4,000 pound stone sculpture with it. The splash of the two stone
images, one human and one crafted, into the water sent water
splashing everywhere. The combined weight carried both forms quickly
to the very bottom where the marble statue came quickly to rest atop
the stunned body of Coven muscle.
After clipping the back of the Italian opponent from behind with a
carefully launched flying body tackle, Hanson rolled quickly over to
the groaning figure of his American partner. A quick check showed
that, while in serious pain, Balling seemed to be OK. Hanson then
immediately turned his attention to the body at the bottom of the
pool prepared for the next attack.
What he observed, instead, was the image of the struggling Coven
muscleman as he worked to free himself from beneath the two-ton
statue. The combination of the dead weight of the sculpture and the
slippery condition of the wet marble made finding a good handhold
impossible. Even through the distorting motions of the shadowy
waters, Hanson sighed woefully as he watched the beautiful muscle
succumb to its watery grave. The struggling submerged body flailed
for a couple of minutes and then, like that of Swallow, went silently
limp.
Hanson turned back to Balling. He gently carried the stunningly
beautiful nude figure to a nearby lounge chair and carefully examined
the great musculature for any signs of severe damage. Finding none,
Hanson let his mind drift to the hope that the other team had been
successful in their search for Ryan and their missing partners, Klein
and Wells.
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