New Year – New Story! A second tale in the Body Guards series about intrigue,
espionage and, of course, a massive amount of muscle begins. Be warned that this story
contains graphic man-to-man sex and violence.
BODY GUARDS – HANDLER CELL – Chapter 1
By: JOHN
Mark rolled over on the beach from one side to the other bringing the view of the two
great curving mountains rising so high as to eclipse the early morning sun of the warm
Belize sky from view. The huge silhouettes seemed to rise and fall over the view of the
Caribbean Sea that they blocked from view. There were no mountains out here in the
great reef off of the Belize mainland but Mark knew these mountain formations well and,
no matter how many times he saw them, he could not get over the wonder of their
magnificence.
Reaching out, Mark placed one lusting hand on the steep cliff of Antonio’s nearer
mountain-pec. The fantastic globe of thick, relaxing muscle folded suddenly at the
surprising touch into a range of chiseled striations and awesome cords of rock-hard meat.
Then the massive man-tit relaxed again offering Mark the chance he sought to explore
fleshy beauty of Antonio’s most sensational body part.
They lay naked together on the stretch of pure white sand at this private caye almost ten
miles off the main coast of Belize. A mixture of cool morning Caribbean breezes and
warming sunrays felt good on them. The sun was too early in its day to give them any
fear about sun burning damage to their exposed private parts. At first light they were on
the beach and had watched as one of the small twelve-seat planes that ferried people from
one caye to another or back to the mainland landed at the private military airstrip on the
far end of the caye. Mark and Antonio had wondered briefly about whom might be
coming to join them but weren’t particularly interested in anything but each other for the
moment.
The low angle of the early morning sun cast long shadows to the west from their naked
prone figures on the beach. Mark could hear the sounds of the calm, aquamarine water
lapping up onto the shore on the opposite side of Antonio. As he turned his head away
from Antonio briefly, Mark noticed that the shadow from most of his smaller ‘handler’
body wasn’t visible on the sand as the overwhelming 84” upper torso muscle-mass of the
gorgeous Italian interrupted the sun from reaching Mark. Only the long, long dark pole
that defined the shadow of Mark’s insatiably hard cock rode up the soft rising curve of
sand pointing toward their tree-hidden hut.
Mark constricted his groin muscles as his hand continued to manipulate Antonio’s man-
breast and smiled to himself as his endless cock shadow waved back and forth
responsively across the sand. He turned his head back to the heaving vision of his
massively muscled lover. Antonio’s eyes were closed and his model-handsome face
seemed so serene as he quietly enjoyed Mark’s gentle exploration of his colossal pec
meat.
They had been here four days and it was wonderful to finally have their first vacation
ever and, in many ways, their honeymoon. It had been almost a year since Antonio had
escaped the deadly Coven and joined with the M-Squadron. Sicily and the awful
happenings there with Major Weir and the vicious, but spectacular, Vesuvius were just
bad memories now. It had taken some time for Mark and the other surviving members of
their M-squadron to get over the pain and suffering of those events but Mark found his
greatest solace in how that had brought him together with Antonio.
Except for the gossip surrounding the one M2 soldier who had mysteriously vanished
into the jungles during a joint training exercise in southwestern Africa things had been
pretty quiet for the M-squadron men. Under Hanson’s direction, many things had
changed and there had been a lot of retraining. Mixing up the three divisions to include
M2, M3 and M4 level men in each group had taken time to get used to. Their ranks were
full again with a total of 21 “M” men and 21 “handlers”. Of course they were all gay; and
included 7-M2’s, 7-M3’s and 7-M4’s. The M2’s were fantastic enough to see with their
competition-sculpted 360 pound bodies of pure muscle. The M3’s were four times as
strong, carried an average of 440 pounds of stunning muscle and were capable of
stopping a small bullet or sharp sword with just the dense power of their muscles.
The M4’s, like Antonio, were nothing short of spectacular with their 16” plus cocks and
brutally dense 520-pound bodies. Their 80 pound increase in muscle over the M3’s was
complemented with an additional 400% increase in both muscle strength and density.
Arms over 30” and chests near 80” in circumference were normal on an M4. Antonio was
gifted with particularly thick and defined sets of pectoral and latissimus muscles. The
wonder of Antonio’s upper torso was magnified and enhanced by the stunning trimness
of his 30” waist. Using muscle control that was nothing short of astounding, Antonio
could vacuum his waist down to only 28” while pumping his chest and back to a glorious
86” around. His dream was to achieve a better than 3-to-1 ratio without the benefit of the
vacuum pose.
Then, of course, there was Wells who was in a class by himself as the only M5 and over
650 pounds of shredded and virtually invincible muscle. No one had seen much of Wells
or his handler, Hong Tu since their final encounter with the deadly Vesuvius and the
Coven in Chetnya. Word was that Wells had not handled the loss of Klein too well and
that he and Hong Tu were undergoing special counseling to which only Hanson had
access.
Hanson worked the three divisions rigorously and insisted that the M-squad needed to be
ready for any assignment at any time. If they were needed, it would certainly be for a
serious national or international crisis. The ultra-secret M-Squadron was the most elite of
the elite. The special bodies and genetic triggers of the “M” men that offered them the
chance to develop their bodies to such an extreme level of staggering power and
overwhelming muscle was both a blessing and curse. Combined with their handlers, only
these few men were capable of absorbing and ingesting the special ‘Ryan cum’ and
support its handler-processed muscle-enhancing effects. Only handlers could take the
unprocessed Ryan cum into them – some to a greater degree than others. Only the M men
could build the muscle mass from the processed cum – again, some more than others.
Hanson worked them hard and ceaselessly until he was personally satisfied with the
development of each and every team member of each division. Mark and Antonio were
glad to finally get this break. They had stayed here in Belize on this private reef caye
after their last training maneuvers along with M3-level Dewey from their division and
two M4-level men from the other divisions, Black and White. The three promising M4-
men, including Antonio, were all in the final running where one of them was about to get
his greatest wish granted. Black and White, even though they were in different divisions
of the M-squadron, were as much a couple as Mark and Antonio. Mark was the only
handler who had stayed.
As they lay on the beach, Mark turned his attention back to his own area of enjoyment –
Antonio and his stunning muscles. He could not remember when Antonio’s body had
been so calm and flexible. The meat of his gargantuan pecs was thick and heavy yet
actually permitted Mark’s clutching hand to pressure its way almost two inches into the
warm, dense meat. Even with this penetration, Mark had invaded only a fraction of
Antonio’s signature breast muscle. Moving his hand down to the undercarriage of the
nearby head-thick hemisphere of rolling pectoral muscle, Mark pushed the back of his
hand up against the vertical bottom of his lover’s man-tit. The swell of meat rose in the
middle of the god-like breast as Mark forced the rich muscle up toward Antonio’s sharply
carved chin. As Mark strained to push up on the overly abundant swell the heavy meat,
the peak of Antonio’s hilled breast rose several inches above the point of his tanned,
angular nose.
Dewey had been encouraged to stay with the other four. Hanson really wanted him to fit
in better and thought that some time with these particular men would be beneficial.
Dewey was enjoying a chance to be on his own this morning while Black and White had
probably claimed their own private area of the beach to enjoy.
Dewey was up just as soon as the other four left the small compound of beachside huts.
He, like all the others, was gay but had opted to remain unattached during the most recent
training period. His former lover had objected to Dewey’s involvement in the military
and Dewey’s need to be so secretive about his work had strained their relationship to the
breaking point. Besides, Dewey told himself, it would have only become increasingly
hard to explain his massive muscle growth once he got past the M1 level. Dewey had
always had an aggressive personality and a decided liking for pushing himself physically.
This had led to a number of fights in all levels of schooling; many of the confrontations
provoked by Dewey himself. These tendencies almost knocked him out of consideration
for the M-squadron but, with great effort, he continued to work on his self-control and
was finally accepted. Progress was slow at first but now, after four years, he was finally
and proudly a full M3. He had not been involved in the last encounter with the Coven but
looked forward to a chance to show them just what an human muscle-machine could do
to bad guys.
Dewey rolled directly from his bed onto the generous hut floor and knocked out a full
300 non-stop pushups to get the first rush from his ritual “morning pump”. He felt great
today as he stretched and pulled his 435 pound body awake. A set of 200 sit ups and a
number of various isometric exercises pushed Dewey’s body to the sharpened hardness
he loved. He finished the early morning warm up with another 300 pushups and headed
outside to the freestanding beachside shower. A small plane scared him to attention when
it roared unexpectedly overhead toward the landing strip just as he exited his hut.
Dewey’s naked body flexed solid as he instinctively froze to muscle-sharpened fighting
position for a brief second. He laughed at himself as the plane disappeared beyond the far
line of waving palm trees.
Mark thanked God every day for letting him be with the most beautiful man in the world.
Antonio’s long chestnut hair blew invitingly across his angular features. As he reached up
to swipe the rich strands of hair from his eyes, Antonio’s flexing arm turned from its
languidly rich sweeps of clearly defined muscles to a sculpted image of flowing hard
meat dense with surfaced fibers and enhanced with glorious veining. With the sudden
movements, Antonio’s pulsing pec muscles shifted spontaneously back and forth between
pliable and impenetrable. Mark cupped his anxious fingers onto a miniscule clump of
Antonio’s writhing pec meat as the quivering flexing took it for a delicious ride on its
undulating surface. Each pulsing flex forged Antonio’s pecs and body back toward its
usual state of rock-like perfection.
Mark knew that Antonio yearned to be the next man selected to move to the M5 level. He
sighed silently as his eyes continued to devour every blasphemously awesome inch and
foot of Antonio’s convulsing muscularity. While he support the drive and desire of his
lover, privately Mark prayed that someone else would be selected. It wasn’t that Mark
wouldn’t want to be the partner of a man carrying over 600 pounds of anatomically
perfect muscle mass. It was that stepping up to the M5 level also required a commitment
to be placed in a higher level of danger. Mark had heard of what Wells went through with
Vesuvius and the Coven was still out there, quietly working away at its own objective to
destroy the M-squadron and, especially, the men like Wells.
As he let the warm water of the shower cascade over him, Dewey noticed that the quick
workout had made all of his body hard. Even his handsomely shaped cock had risen to
the occasion with all of its 13” poised and locked forward like a great spike of
tantalizingly hard cock meat. Dewey smiled to himself his personal belief that he had an
exceptionally nice cock. As the forced flow of water hit his torso and cock with its
delightful sting, he patted his inflexible organ enjoying the powerfully anchored feeling
of its root to his groin. As he did so, he also flexed the various muscles carved deeply and
fully onto his wonderfully carved body.
Dewey loved the feel of muscle pumped to rock hard definition and would spend all day
constricting and forcing his muscle to stay charged and flushed with blood-fed meat. In
his mind, a man could never have too much muscle, especially if it was lean, hard, super-
defined muscle. Dewey rolled his left arm into a massively sculpted 28” ball of ripped
biceps meat as he massaged its impenetrable surface with his right hand. Next to his
cock, Dewey loved his arms and the feel of them flexed to stone-hard meat. A curtain of
water rolled over the carved sphere of his quaking biceps and sheeted off of his bulbous
pec meat. A thick rope of veining was surface mounted just under his tissue-thin skin of
his balled biceps and tingled erogenously as he continued to play with the powerful
sensations within his wet, flexing arms.
Dewey’s hands drifted and languished over a variety of pulsing muscles on his pumped
body. He loved shifting his pecs and shoulders from giant rounds of thick, silky mass to
cut, striated cables of multiply divided stone. Dewey stroked handfuls of flared lat muscle
as he constricted the huge quarter-wheel of solid meat pushing out the fingered definition
of his serratus and obliques. A plating of washboard-sharp abs rolled beneath his
wandering fingers followed by the bumping joyful feel of his deeply cut glutes. Dewey’s
cock jumped to the next level of hardness as he fondled his apple-large testicles and
pushed his way over the vein-ribbed surface of his arcing cock meat. Dewey was so
involved in his self-appreciation that he wasn’t at all cognizant of the two fantastically
muscled figures approaching him from behind. Finally he returned back where he had
started – to the sensual admiration of his muscle-laden arms.
By now, Antonio’s down-pointing nipple and warm brown areola stood out in bold relief
from the smoothed vertical cliff of his lower pec meat. Mark pinched the sensitive and
manipulative tissue causing Antonio to moan longingly as his cock twitched in a series of
arousing jerks. Mark massaged Antonio’s lower pec and vacuumed abs as his own cock
jumped to the sight of his immensely muscled lovers arcing organ waving higher as it
fleshed toward excited fulfillment. Antonio’s entire body began to constrict in
involuntary response to Mark’s. In seconds his mammoth pecs became stone hard. Every
stupendous muscle on Antonio’s 480-pound, M4 figure solidified into the virtually
impenetrable creation that defined their unique caste.
Blood and hormones fed Antonio’s seven foot circumference of upper torso; pushing out
every ridge, line and striation of perfection to the surface of the glowing meat. Antonio’s
abs swelled into flattened convex domes of etched muscles rolling over his impossibly
small 30” waistband and shimmering with untold strength and power. Chest-sized thigh
muscles coiled into individually sculpted spectacles as rivers of flowing veining wrapped
the delicious leg meat. The Italian cock stiffened until the arc had reversed itself from a
soft downward, weighted burden to the honed upward bend of carbon-fired steel. Precum
dripped richly from the smiling slit at the end of the crimsoned crown as 14” of
reinforced man-meat pounded itself to a consistency comparable to the very muscles to
which it was anchored.
Mark knew this fantastically displayed body all too well. In this state, not even a direct
shot from a handgun fired at close range could penetrate the gorgeous muscle-armor now
sweltering all over Antonio’s body. After a brief moment of guilt for stimulating
Antonio’s body to muscle-charged action, Mark let his lusts take over as he prepared
himself for the sex he sought. At 170 pounds, Mark had the small but very aesthetic
athletic build of a good gymnast. His smaller muscles were sharp and well pronounced
but, as a handler, it was his cock that made him special. Next to one other handler in their
group, Hong Tu, Mark had the biggest and most wonderful cock. What little excitement it
was not already carrying in its earlier arousal was forced into play as it reacted to the
great muscle-etching carving its way into Antonio’s prone figure. All 27” of Mark’s
awesome handler cock stood inflexibly ready by the time Antonio’s body had completed
its shift from pliable and human to chiseled and god-like.
Antonio was not the only one preparing for his possible elevation to the M5 level.
Hanson had insisted that the handlers of the three men being considered also needed to be
prepped to service their partner at that level. For the past two months Mark had been
slowly being fed higher strains of the Ryan cum and was now considered ready to take on
straight M5 level cum. So far he was the only handler to be able to achieve this status. It
had been a painful and sometimes torturous transition both physically and mentally. Deep
in his heart, Mark knew that Antonio would be selected to go to M5 primarily because
Mark was his handler.
Mark shook his head to clear these thoughts from his mind. They were on vacation and
he intended to make the best of it. Whatever happened in the future would happen. For
now, he was here on a beautiful beach in the middle of the great reef off of Belize with
the man he loved. The sight of Antonio’s muscle-charged body and the sensations of
desire surging through his own columned cock soon displaced all thought of work.
Locking both hands behind his head, Dewey tightened his biceps against the mass of his
forearms and let the arousing sting of the jetting water attack his stretched torso and
exposed cock shaft. Dewey pushed his shoulders back as far as he could as he arced his
fanned pecs forward to catch the main impact of the arrows of shower water. The head of
Dewey’s cock turned crimson hard as the biting prickling of water slammed into its
sensitive tissue. His balled biceps and connoned delts fought hard against his leg-thick
forearms as he stretched. Dewey crunched down on his forearms and biceps just so that
he could feel the battle between their magnificent hardness as they battled to fill the same
space.
The great balls of Dewey’s biceps and deltoids pushed their way up against the side of his
neck and ears with their stone-hard masses. He constricted them several times to force as
much blood-fed strength into their embattled meat. After several joyfully painful flexes,
Dewey relaxed his arms with his hands still locked behind his head as the warm water
pounded over his increasingly aroused cock and heaving chest. Twenty-eight inches of
M3 level arm and shoulder meat consumed a lot of space when pumped and flexed. As he
continued to let the water run down over his marvelous body, Dewey’s mind began to
plan out a day to be filled with muscle-pushing exercise and an evening of self-satisfying
sexual adoration of his beloved muscles. Suddenly a pair of arms burst through his arms
locking him into a full-nelson hold. Before Dewey could admonish whichever unseen
friend had grabbed him playfully from behind, a second figure moved directly in front of
him.
The man facing Dewey was the color of milk chocolate and appeared to carry more
muscle on his breathtaking body than Dewey had seen on any man … probably even as
much spectacular muscle and the legendary Wells himself. The early morning light
carved out every stupendous muscle on his body to show their staggering thickness and
gruesome solidity to anatomy chart perfection. The phenomenal power of each
humongous slab of striated meat smothering the awesome chocolate body glowed with
deadly glory. Dewey had never seen so much muscle on one body so close up. The man
seemed to be perfectly aware of the affect the sight of his body had on Dewey. The dark
brown muscles flexed into a dazzling display of shredded meat with every muscle so
stupendously carved into anatomical shape that the chocolate skin appeared to be spray
painted directly onto the pure muscle tissue and all of it wrapped in a network of stunning
veining. Pec’s as thick as watermelons, mountainous biceps and soccer ball delts framed
the glaring face. Beneath the wonderful flow of veins the muscle meat stood defiantly
striated and cross-striated until it was impossible to count the endless fissured lines that
foretold of the endless power of the sculptural muscle.
After failing to absorb the sheer size and breathtaking beauty of the flexed muscle filling
his entire range of vision, Dewey focused on the glaring face. The smile borne on the
shaved head was as vile as it was brilliant yet it was the stark uniqueness of a pair of
midnight blue eyes set against the rich brown skin that could not help but catch Dewey’s
attention. A well-aimed and purposely restrained punch to Dewey’s exposed gut and the
blinding pain that came with it prevented the stunned showering man from any further
assessment of this darkly muscled man-god.
Sitting upright, Mark slid one leg over top of Antonio’s undulating lower abs facing the
Italian’s towering cock. Mark’s small, tight ass fit comfortably onto Antonio’s steely abs
with the upper swell of Mark’s hungering butt cheeks nestled securely against the
cushioning bottom of his chair back-high pecs. The side of Mark’s cock rubbed against
the Italian column of man-meat with its’ fisted cock head half way down Antonio’s
rolling thigh. Mark’s cream-heavy balls played with the lowest pair of Antonio’s abs as
the smaller man leaned forward to lick the precum from the head of the waiting cock.
Using both hands, Mark began to rub his interlocked fingers up and down Antonio’s
steaming hard cock shaft. The handsome Italian began to squirm and writhe on the sand
as Mark’s magical fingers performed their task with well-practiced skill. As Mark’s
manipulation started to pulse faster up and down Antonio’s great cock shaft, the prone
man began to massage his own monstrous pecs. Antonio could feel the growing pressure
between the 32” of his flexing biceps and the mountainous swells of his rigid pecs as the
two pairs of muscles fought against one another to occupy some of the same space. The
sensation of his various hard muscles pushing and working against one another just
further aroused Antonio.
The immense strength coursing through Antonio’s spectacular muscle mass forced its
way into the hot shaft of his wrist-thick cock. Mark squeezed as hard as he could while
pushing his sweating hands up and down the power-packed man-weapon. The pounding
of Antonio’s huge pecs against his lower back and upper glutes rocked Mark’s shaking
body forcing the majesty of his handler-sized cock to slap repeatedly onto his lover’s
quaking thighs and quads. Mark’s silky precum splattered onto Antonio’s ridged leg meat
and spilled into the deep hollow between the upper leg muscles and his half-hidden
kneecaps.
Mark forced his clutching hands over the stiff collar of meaty mass that defined the
flaring collar of Antonio’s cock head where its most sensitive tissue dove back into the
leading end of the Italian cock shaft. Orgasmic spasming signaled Mark’s success over
Antonio’s pistoned cock. The great shaft pulsed with one more diamond hard convulsion
as the first of Antonio’s boiling cum sped through the inner tubing and burst into the
warm Caribbean air. Months of practice made Mark ready as his open lips caught the
beginning stream of cum and sucked it into his hungering mouth. Cum gushed
continuously from Antonio’s hosing organ as Mark swallowed hard to keep up with the
voluminous explosion. Drippings of cum fell onto the top of Mark’s shaking cock and
Antonio’s constricting groin. As the last gurgles of cream slurped out from Antonio’s
muscle-laden cock head, Mark’s tongue moved in to lick the warm flow from the sides of
Antonio’s still-hard erection. Tonguing the sides of the powerful shaft, Mark’s face
continued down the pole and onto the muscle-ringed lower abs until he had consumed all
of the silky white fluid.
The hidden man unceremoniously hauled Dewey from the shower and dragged him half
way across the small court surrounded by the compound of huts. The huge, dark muscle-
god pulled Dewey’s head up roughly by the hair to face his. The midnight blue eyes
seemed to stare deep into the core of Dewey’s brain. Dewey started to cry out a warning
to the others but the hands of the man behind him covered his mouth before any volume
of noise could get out. The gargantuan muscle god smiled again and nodded
appreciatively at the pumped muscle covering Dewey’s body. Dark hands that only
hinted at the vastness of strength contained in the huge man’s muscles groped and
squeezed Dewey’s pecs, and abs before moving down to his rigid cock. The hidden man
jabbed a well-muscled kneecap in between Dewey’s stiffly flexed ass cheeks and forced
his groin forward toward the towering muscle god. The great hands encircled the pole of
Dewey’s beating cock shaft and pulled it toward him lifting Dewey’s feet from the
ground and sending a second round of brutal pain shooting through his tortured body.
The gigantic chocolate man laughed as he tightened his grip on Dewey’s cock. Arm
muscles as big around as a normal man’s chest chiseled their perfection into place as
Dewey winced in numbing pain. The huge man was starting to get frustrated. The captive
American squadron man had refused to answer even the rudimentary of questions. With
blood trapped and unable to escape from Dewey’s cock, the veins covering the captured
organ began to swell thick and hard on the surface of his tortured cock shaft. One hand
shifted from the clutched shaft to the swinging sacs of Dewey’s balls and locked onto
them at the base of the cock shaft and above his gonads. Dewey looked down with a
sense of fear. The sensation turned to absolute fright when he saw the aroused chocolate
cock pointing back at him. The thing was both an absolute monster and a vision of
irresistible desire. It had to have been over 20” long and at least 4” across with a
glistening cock head almost 5” wide at the chisel-cut crown collar. Precum spit out and
splashed onto Dewey’s groin as the great cock head kissed his lower abdomen.
The combination of rough manipulation and the image of that great wondrous organ
caused Dewey to cum. They could make him cum but they would not make him talk! The
grasping hand prevented the hot cream from erupting down Dewey’s pumping cock shaft
but he was sure that the huge man could sense that he was in the throws of a great,
convulsive orgasm.
The monstrously muscled man twisted his hold tighter. They would just have to take care
of this ‘little issue’ and then wait to get what they wanted. The massive muscle machine
had never failed the Coven and was not about to start now. Dewey’s cock kept beating
against the squeezing hand until the last of his cum had been pressure-loaded into the
base of his cock shaft begging for release. Rather than letting go, the hugely muscled
creature bellowed with approving laughter and gave one more unrelenting pull on both
Dewey’s cock and his suspended balls sacs.
Now it was Mark’s turn. Mark hoisted his body off of Antonio with a loving pat to the
Italian’s sweaty abs. His arm-long handler’s cock glowed reddened with driving want as
Mark signaled his laying lover to prepare to receive him. Antonio groaned as he sat up
and every muscle moved into striated action. His clear eyes smiled his own desires to be
filled at Mark from his sumptuously perfect features. Turning slowly and deliberately,
Antonio presented a perfectly formed and sculpted ass to his kneeling lover. Mark
drooled with want as each cord of delicious muscle arced generously from the anchoring,
dimpled outer flanks to the spreading glory of Antonio’s gluteal cleavage. Mark wiped
the thin covering of white sand from the densely muscled loins as he wiped a mixture of
his precum and a lubricant over the head and leading foot of his gargantuan cock shaft.
Sitting well back on his heels, Mark guided the glowing head of his 27” cock up to the
rosy invitation of Antonio’s sphincter. Only a handler of Mark’s caliber carried such a
potential deadly cock weapon and only a well-trained and practiced M-man could ingest
such a miraculous tool. Leaning slightly forward, the knowing head of Mark’s hard,
straight cock began to push the juicy tissue of Antonio’s love tunnel open. The capturing
sphincter ring widened as more and more of Mark’s flaring cock head slipped smoothly
into the waiting passageway. Mark watched as Antonio’s immense back, legs and ass
muscles crystallized into perfect displays of working power under their initial resistance
to Mark’s widening and deepening penetration of their splendid god-like package.
Inch after fabulous inch of the handler cock slid through the sausage lining of Antonio’s
intestine. Mark paused on occasion to permit Antonio’s internal organs to redirect his
embedded cock shaft as only an M-man and his handler could do. Soon over a foot and a
half of Mark’s cock had disappeared into the great muscle-chasm of Antonio’s body.
Mark instinctively began to pump his organ in and out with a well-practiced rhythm.
Each succeeding thrust drove more of the wrist-thick shaft into Antonio’s sucking gut.
Mark was fully engaged in the heat of passion by the time he had forced all two-feet
three-inches of his colossal organ into the Italian’s insides.
Antonio moaned the sounds of appreciative desire as Mark pounded away with his
pistoned organ. Each penetrating thrust pushed Mark closer and closer from containment.
His heavily filled balls slapped against the back of Antonio’s curled rear leg biceps
knocking their creamy contents toward excited fulfillment. Mark still carried some of the
last Ryan-cum charge in his semen that his heated cock launched hard and full into
Antonio’s swallowing interior. Fountains of cum sped down the cannoned length of
Mark’s special cock and spilled several more inches into the deepest reaches of Antonio’s
intestine. The huge Italian’s body immediately began absorbing the protein rich cream to
feed his thirsting muscles. Mark remained inside Antonio’s convulsing body until his
cock and balls were fully spent. Then they stayed locked together for several more
precious minutes just enjoying the pleasure of their loving union.
When they finally uncoupled, Mark decided it was time to go clean up for breakfast.
Antonio wanted to take a short swim in the inviting aqua waters of the reef. They finally
agreed to meet up in the commissary hut in about half an hour. Antonio loved the water,
it reminded him of some of the shallow bays off the coast of Sicily in his native
Mediterranean Sea. The reef off of the coast of Belize was a very special place where the
bottom of the Caribbean was almost as clear as if there was no water at all. Huge flat-
rounds of rays swam peacefully around almost nuzzling Antonio as if for affection. A
bevy of colored fish darted between corals where the reef had permitted them to grow.
Off in the distance, Antonio could make out the movement of a lonely ‘sea cow’ slowly
paddling from reef to reef.
Antonio let the warm, fresh Caribbean breezes dry him off as he walked directly to the
commissary hut. He was surprised to find himself alone there. After waiting about five
minutes, he figured that Mark must still be at their hut cleaning up and Antonio decided
to grab a quick moment to wash the sea salt from his body at the outdoor shower area. As
he walked out and crossed toward the shower area, Antonio spotted Dewey lying out on
the ground with his back side facing him. Dewey had always seemed a bit cocky to
Antonio but he had always liked the young man’s body; it showed great potential and
Dewey seemed to be learning to control his aggressive tendencies.
Antonio called out to Dewey, but the man didn’t move. A large dark wet pool on the
ground in front of the reclining man was the first indication to Antonio that something
was wrong. As he got closer, Antonio recognized the pool as blood mixed with the white
stirrings of fresh cum. Dewey was dead. His cock and balls had been ripped from his
groin and the previously perfect organ had been stuffed in Dewey’s mouth. A card had
been shoved into the closed line of Dewey’s deep pectoral cleavage. Antonio stepped
around the blood as best as he could and pulled the card from Dewey’s voluptuous pecs.
It was a business card. The front was printed with the sign and title of “The Coven”. The
name on the card just read “INDIGO”. On the back was a hand written note that simply
read: “HANDLER WITH CARE”.
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