It’s hard to believe that our latest tale in the Body Guards series about intrigue, espionage
and massive muscle is moving toward a conclusion. Only a few chapters to go. Be
warned that this story contains graphic man-to-man sex and violence.
BODY GUARDS – HANDLER CELL – Chapter 12
By: JOHN
Amir cried aloud over the body of his fallen Arabian partner. They had grown up
together; had discovered the pleasures of man-to-man sex together; and had found their
way into the Coven together. Both men knew that they were born with special bodies
capable of creating quality muscle with surprisingly little effort. By their late teens Amir
and Samir had become inseparable. They had secreted every bodybuilding magazine they
could get their hands on within the restrictive corner of their conservative Islamic village.
Their attraction to large, well-muscled bodies had pushed them to work at their own
development. Using only very rudimentary tools as weights, Amir and Samir had trained
and sweated until, by their early twenties, they were the physical envy of all the women
and most of the men in their village.
Pressures from their families for marriage to selected wives and growing awareness of
their own true sexuality finally forced them to flee. The swarming multitudes of people
and more flexible attitudes of Cairo allowed the two Arabian lovers to find some level of
comfort and shelter but, in the end, did not afford them the sexual protection they would
need to live their lives fully. Whether they found the Coven or the Coven found them was
still a subject of debate. By the time they came together, Amir and Samir had amassed
lengthy records of petty crimes and, through involvement in the black market
underground as bodyguards, this included more than a few suspicions of beatings and,
possibly even killings.
The truth be known, both Amir and Samir found that they were increasing sexually
aroused when using their strength and the power of their muscular bodies against others.
The best sex they had with each other was that which inevitably followed a brutal
encounter on behalf of their employers. When the Coven offered them opportunities to
live lives full of gay sex plus limitless muscle, the two men had no hesitation in joining.
Together they had pledged themselves to become the biggest and most successful Coven
muscle giants ever. In only a few short years they had already been elevated to the M2
level and were sure they would be moved to M3 in no time.
All of that had ended, at least for Samir, on this steaming morning in the open courtyard
of the Elmina fortress in Ghana. Amir stared over at Samir’s broken body. Its 350 pounds
of exceptionally well-honed muscle was still as beautiful as ever even in its wretched
misalignment. Samir’s plated breast meat reflected the low sun off the tops of their great
rise of silenced meat. His nipples still pointed potently to his still-hard cock. Samir’s
foot-long erection stood directly up toward the heavens as if refusing to surrender its
manhood even in death.
Tears rolled down Amir’s cheeks as he remembered the taste of his lover’s stunningly
hard cock and the sweetness of its great salty servings of rich hot cum. A pearly drop of
yearning precum dripped its own shining tear from the lips of Amir’s 10” erection as it,
too, yearned for one more taste of Samir’s succulent ass. As Amir’s eyes moved up to the
back of Samir’s handsome head laying at its impossible angle of death, the tears dried up
on his face and his mind slipped rapidly from longing sorrow to hateful lusting for
revenge.
As his mind turned cold hard, Amir’s muscles turned rock hard with anger. His short
stature made his 370 pounds of serrated muscle look all the more ominous and deadly.
Amir’s 26” biceps balled into dense spheres of rope-veined granite surgically honed onto
his upper arms. The coils of his triceps wrapped around and around the curve of solid
horseshoe-shaped muscle like contracted springs loaded with unlimited tensile strength.
The 67” girth of his marbled pecs and upper back swelled with anger another two full
inches as pressurizing blood fed their want for revenge. The scale and awesome muscle
of Amir’s upper torso was further magnified by the chiseled cut of his vacuumed 29”
waist. Both thighs swelled out with deadly abandon as their 36” girth became ribbed with
striated meat and anatomical fissuring.
As much as his fearless anger denied his capacity against the vaster muscle carried by
either White or Antonio, Amir’s mind warned him to focus his challenge toward the
better odds of defeating Looker’s similarly sized body. In his mourn-driven passion,
Amir no longer cared about the impossible beauty of Looker’s flawless face and body.
All he sought was the death of those who had taken his lover from him. Amir did not
even hear his own yelling as his mouth spit its venomous blasphemies at the three M-
squad soldiers. Nor did he care about the warnings and cautions from his fellow surviving
Coven guardian. Victory was all that mattered and the stunningly handsome American
soldier was his focus.
Looker could see Amir’s intentions in his piercing eyes before the Arabian’s attack yell
pierced the sultry hot air. The biceps of Looker’s 27” arms and the glorious plating of his
65” chest flowed like hot lava within his body as it solidified into place. The marbled
splendor of Amir’s tensed body reminded Looker of his recent battle with Fuxinov. Amir
seemed to be flexing his intimidation directly at Looker just as the Eastern European
bodybuilder had done before his fateful encounter with the propjet propeller. The
fantastic body of the sweltering Arabian and the thought of what he knew was about to
transpire pushed Looker’s 14” cock grow harder with desire and conviction. Powerful
veining surfaced over the length of Looker’s model perfect cock shaft as his balls
growled their heavy need for victorious release.
The expression on Looker’s face turned as stoic and determined as that covering the
angered Arab’s. Humidity pasted long locks of Looker’s thick blond hair against his
angular forehead. Even the sweat pouring down his face could not diminish the physical
beauty of his picturesque features. Anger stole some of the handsome appeal from Amir’s
furrowed face and filled it with staunch conviction.
The two men were upon one another like speeding leopards in a flash. Their bodies
became a tangle of flexing and fluid muscle as they fought for control of position. Amir
and Looker spun together around the courtyard in their deadly dance. The palm of Amir’s
left hand forced its way up against the protrusion of Looker’s chiseled chin while
Looker’s right hand aimed for Amir’s poking cock shaft. Applying pressure reinforced by
adrenaline, Amir began to force the back of Looker’s head into the upper reaches of his
thick trapezius muscles.
Creaking bones signaled the grinding joints of Looker’s uppermost vertebrates. The
handsome American closed his fist tightly around Amir’s cock as if trying to use it to pull
his own head forward and out of certain danger from being snapped off of his neck. The
rock hard cock held fast in Looker’s hand. He began to twist his wrist wrenching the skin
of the cock shaft as he did so. Pain exploded through both struggling minds. Their
fleeting dance whirled the two awesome bodies through the rock walled courtyard until
the piping of a steel handrail bolted onto the steeply sloped surface of a section of a wall
interrupted it.
The rail was not part of the original fortress but had been added, along with several
others, during World War II and used by British soldiers as a climbing exerciser to
overcome boredom. The 2” diameter cylindrical bar warped beneath the pressing muscle
of their petrified bodies until the lower attachment to the wall was ripped from its
anchorage. Looker’s back and ass was forced against the rough surface of the rocky wall.
The curling pipe pressed painfully against his posterior deltoid with the foot-long curve
of its ragged, twisted rubbing between the steely muscle of his pressing lat and coiled
triceps.
The solid thickness of the wall provided momentary thankful support for Looker’s
craning neck and head. Amir’s deadly driving palm against his chin soon pushed a new
sense of alarm across Looker’s model-perfect face. Amir’s straining hand drew powerful
reinforcement from the tensile sinew of his forearm and the balled splendor of his vein-
ribbed bicep. Amir forced the power of his fissured pec and shredded shoulder into his
hand as he began to force Looker’s chiseled chin up into the cavity of his closed mouth.
Looker’s upper and lower teeth ground together as Amir’s great strength worked to
separate his lower jaw from the rest of his skull. There were only seconds left before the
American’s beautiful face became and mottled memory. Amir could sense victory. His
cock jumped several times in Looker’s wincing grasp. The pain shooting through the core
of its rocky shaft became an insignificant trifle to endure at the doorstep of certain
victory. Looker turned his clasping wrist one last time using all of his stunning arm
muscle to try to rip his attacker’s cock from its anchorage to Amir’s groin.
The scream of sudden pain that tried to escape from Amir’s mouth never made it out into
the air as it was suddenly cut off by a length of heavy chaining encircling his throat.
Gray’s small body yanked back against the heavily muscled Arabian from behind with all
the power he could muster. The chain dug into Amir’s windpipe. His hands flew
instinctively to the front of his neck as his fingers sought to dig the chain away. The
sudden freedom gave Looker the seconds he needed. Letting go of Amir’s poled cock.
Looker folded his carved arms with his palms up against the ridged mounds of Amir’s
rocky pecs and pushed with all his might.
Amir’s body went flying backward carrying Gray’s suspended form with it. Just as he
separated from Looker, Amir reached back grabbing hold of Looker’s wrists and pulled
the American’s handsomely muscled figure along with him. The three men spilled away
from the wall and tumbled repeatedly over one another until the three men lay separately
and breathless near the center of the courtyard. Gray’s massive cock towered high above
his groin waving in the hot air like a huge skyscraper in the throws of a major earthquake.
The chain lay loosely tangled around Amir’s neck as he sucked in much wanted and
needed air. Looker rubbed his aching chin with one hand and the lat that had been ripped
against the jagged rail with the other. None of them was in any immediate hurry to move
yet all of them knew the need to do so simply for self-protection. The smell of pending
death hung in the air all around them as they struggled to get to their feet.
The deadliness of the situation was not very different over by Antonio, White and Indigo.
White caught sight of Gray wobbling upright and rushed over to grab him. He quickly
dragged Gray over to a nearby safe alcove and whispered for him to work his way over to
the dark opening at the far side of the courtyard as soon as possible. White briefly told
him to find Mark there and to see to his safety and comfort before darting back to be with
Antonio as they prepared to take on Indigo’s M6 muscle. As much as White wanted to
help Looker, the handsome man would need to fend for himself against Amir – at least
for the time being.
Neither White nor Antonio had much hope for their chances against the vastness and
strength of Indigo’s unmatched body. From all the stories and postulations about an M6
body, they knew that Indigo muscle was nothing short of invincible. At best, the two M-
squad men hoped to buy enough time for Gray and Mark to escape. The world needed to
know of the existence of a man as powerful and deadly as Indigo. It would take the
efforts and forces of many more men then the two of them to defeat the perfect muscle
creation that Indigo had become.
Antonio and White split up moving 180 degrees apart with Indigo’s looming body
occupying the focal point in between them. They shifted slowly around as Indigo spun
with them turning his head rapidly from side to side so as to keep both men in sight.
Antonio and White revolved like two huge planets of muscle orbiting the great dark star
of Indigo’s vast body of dense muscle. Indigo looked so huge and densely cut that it was
not impossible to believe that his massively carve muscle was indeed exerting enough
gravitational force to hold the two circling muscle-bodies in orbit around him.
When the attack came, it was as sudden, focused and swift as the one the men had used
against Samir to free Gray. This time both the destination and conclusion was much
different. Antonio’s 650-pounds of pure muscle soared high into the air and into Indigo’s
left shoulder with the force of a heavily armored tank into a reinforced concrete bunker
wall. White’s 520-pound body dove into the side Indigo’s right knee joint with just as
much conviction.
Antonio’s breathtaking bulk slammed into the ground landing fully on the point of his
ramming cock and globed pecs. The air exploded from his lungs and his right shoulder
felt as if it had been severed from his collarbone. Antonio’s ass arced high in the air
riding the column of his cock as it tried to penetrate the sandstone underlying a thin layer
of dirt that covered the yard. A spot of wetness formed around the kissing lips of
Antonio’s cock head as the precum trapped between them and the ground spread out in
all directions. Antonio’s groin screamed within as the forces tried to push the base of his
columned cock into his lower abdominal cavity.
White had less distance to travel, as his face tasted the dirt of the courtyard arena with his
same shoulder feeling much the same pain as Antonio. White landed more on his side
than facing the ground sparing him the same loin issues of Antonio. Unfortunately,
White’s great testicles found themselves wedged suddenly between both of his 50” thighs
as their striated muscle pressed them with nearly explosive force from the top and
bottom. White’s 18’ cock jumped several notches harder and its width froze solid with its
tantalizing 4” diameter as the juices in his balls evacuated to a safer haven.
Indigo leaned over enough to peer down over the vastness of his quaking pecs at the two
pain-filled writhing muscle images on the ground. His mountainous pecs were so huge
and thick that Indigo almost lost his balance trying to see beyond their curving horizons.
He laughed aloud at the irony that the instability that over half a ton of sharply honed
muscle slamming into him could not induce could almost be caused simply by a desire to
see over the globed size of his man-tits. Indigo felt no pain from the attack. In fact, his
entire body tingled with even more sexual and physical stimulation from the meaningless
sting from these two American insects.
As his cobalt blue eyes wandered over the figures splayed at his feet, Indigo could see the
carved muscle adorning the “smaller” black man on his right was shaking as if in an
uncontrollable spasm of some unknown illness. The body of the great, large white man
lying on his left was even more stunning close up than it had been from half way across
the fortress courtyard. The silky skin of Antonio’s back seemed stretched to its maximum
by the cords of thick latisimus, erector and trapezius muscle. The curving tapering from
the vast, cannoned shoulders over the infinite ridges of lat muscle to the fingered trimness
of Antonio’s erectors pulled Indigo’s salivating eyes further and further and further
down. After a long and playful trip, they ultimately came to rest on Antonio’s superbly
carved meat of the delicious succulence of the pearly Italian ass cheeks.
The muscle layered onto Antonio’s glutes rocked and stratified into a torturously
beautiful array of ridges and curvaceous contours cabling their way from the cupped
dimpling outer flanks to the canyoned walls of the flexing central cleavage. The upturned
angle of the great ass as it rode upon the pistoned cock shaft permitted the moist
invitation of Antonio’s sphincter to become momentarily visible with each pain-
responsive, muscle-defining clench.
A groan from the curled black figure broke Indigo’s star and drew his attention back to
White’s quaking muscles just in time to witness the first jet of hot cum as it fountained
out from the fisted cock head of White’s steel-piped organ. The line of cum arced through
the air splashing down onto the dirt several feet from its point of ejection. The second
stream landed only inches behind the first sparkling pool. The third continued the slow
spotted trail back toward the source of the cum fountain. Each ejaculation was preceded
by the luscious image of White’s vast muscles carving themselves into clenched images
of anatomical perfection. The last several spilling of white man-juice fell in and around
Indigo’s nearby foot. The massive giant stepped gingerly into the warm cum letting its
richness ooze up between his curling toes.
As much as Indigo was enjoying the spectacle of Antonio’s enormous body and the
wonder of White’s orgasmic eruptions, it was time for him to take the matter of their
destruction back, figuratively and literally, into his own hands. Bending forward, Indigo
swooped up their combined 1,200 pounds of glorious muscle by their trim waists with
one vast muscle-giant tucked under each unmatchable arm. Indigo knew that he could
crush both of them simply by flexing his colossal biceps and trapping lats around their
miniscule waistbands but he preferred to toy with them and let them know much greater
pain then they had already experienced before they died.
Looker and Amir were locked, again in the heat of their own battle. Looker raised his
interlocked, clenched fists high over his head showing the wonder of his 26” arms to
great advantage. Then he slammed both fists with the full power of his arms and forearms
on to the surface of Amir’s steel-plated pecs. Looker’s shoulder ached from a similar
beating applied on to them only seconds before by an angered and driven Amir. Body to
body the two men were extremely evenly matched and remarkably similarly
proportioned. Amir’s amazing 29” waist and deeply cut Apollo’s girdle made the
translation in scale between the solid muscle of his upper torso and his waist seem more
pronounced than Looker’s. On the other hand, Looker’s artistic flow of muscle made his
upper body appear more visually ‘perfect’ in the dream-like sense than Amir’s darker,
more contoured figure.
Looker’s fists hit their mark with solid conviction. Echoes from the contact resounded
throughout the court. Amir’s body shuttered backward several steps as redness swelled of
the thickest core of his 67” chest and his 10” cock burned hard with its own desire for
release stimulated by the virility of the fight. Amir growled and charged back. His dark
hands swung back at White’s solar plexus as if he were winding through at a fast-pitch
ball with a bat. He, too, struck his mark hard sending Looker’s sensuous body rolling
back toward the ground seated on the splendor of his curvaceous ass cheeks.
His head spinning from the punch, Looker was not quick enough to withdraw his gaping
mouth from Amir’s next assault as the dark Arab buried all 10” of his raging cock shaft
down Looker’s surprised throat. Amir reached around Looker’s handsome head grabbing
a great clump of thick blond hair as he forced Looker’s beautiful face into his groin.
Looker tried to bite down of the entombed cock shaft but the thick base refused to give
his still-hurting jaw enough of a chance to clamp down against the steel-hard cock meat.
Amir clenched his richly carved ass muscles as he thrust the stimulated head of his cock
deeper down Looker’s choking throat. The phenomenally handsome American slurped
and tongued the white-hot cock almost instinctively as Looker’s mind raced for a way to
remove at least enough of the pumping cock tube to permit needed air to flow into his
aching lungs. The American began to choke as he banged his fisted hands ineffectively
against Amir’s three feet of cabled thigh meat. Amir pumped his cock harder and harder
into Looker’s face as the desire for release became his body’s primary motivation.
Looker’s muscles began to convulse into the throws of impending death but Amir was
not ready for orgasm quite yet. Feeling completely and totally in control of the situation,
Amir pulled several inches of cock out for a brief few seconds. Looker gasped in great
quantities of sustaining air. Just when Amir could sense that his combatant was
sufficiently replenished but before Looker could think of locking down his jaws onto
Amir’s veined meat, he shoved the full cock back in. Amir's body quaked with delight as
it enjoyed the tingling sensation as the sides and top of the hard tube was dragged over
and around Looker’s pearly teeth and stimulating tongue.
Orgasm was certain. Amir could feel it in his loins as he thrust all 10” of his heated cock
harder and faster into the handsome mouth.
Indigo dropped White onto the ground. There would be plenty of opportunity to
dismantle the small body. White groaned as his back slammed onto the ground. His
shoulder was still screaming with its own pain from the first attack against Indigo’s
impenetrable meat. Just to ensure that the discarded American could make no swift move
against him, Indigo dug one foot into White’s folded abs sending him sailing several feet
in the air across the courtyard before crashing down to the ground once again in wincing
pain.
Indigo then turned his attention to Antonio’s spectacular body. While keeping the
massive figure tucked between the crotch of his 48” arm and wheeled lat, Indigo reached
far under Antonio’s torso with his free hand until it found the rod of the stunning Italian’s
great cock shaft. Indigo wrapped one sweaty palm tightly around as much of the girth of
the concrete-hard shaft as he could and then let go of the great bulk with the other arm.
Antonio’s scream agony ripped through the courtyard and spilled out beyond the
containing walls of the fortress as all of his superbly earned 650 pounds of muscle
suddenly found itself suspended several inches above the ground and held aloft only by
the meat of his cock shaft.
For any other creature, this would have been enough to cause irrevocable damage and
possibly lead to certain and slow death from internal bleeding. Only the strength and
power of his M5-level development prevented this from happening to Antonio. The
excited level of his cock and the pumped perfection of his muscles also contributed
whatever they could to sustain Antonio though the pain he felt was far beyond anything
he had ever experienced before. Had he been held in that position for long, not even his
great strength would have been enough but the wet sweat pouring through Indigo’s palm
prevented the huge black muscle-god from being able to keep enough of a solid hold on
Antonio’s piped cock shaft. As the huge organ slipped through indigo’s fingers, the
saving ground below cushioned most of Antonio’s weight.
Indigo cursed over how the wetness of his hands was interfering with is desire in inflict
punishment on Antonio’s heavily muscled body. As he leaned forward, the head-thick
fullness of Antonio’s gargantuan 102” of sensational man-tits and the wonder of
Antonio’s 18” rock-hard cock hit Indigo head on. The man lying on the ground, while
smaller than Indigo, was absolutely stunning in the beauty of his muscle. Indigo could not
recall ever seeing male breast development as invitingly rich and perfect as the heaving
pecs globed onto Antonio’s heaving torso. The Italian cock head ran with precum. A ring
of redness defined the place where Indigo’s grasp had sought to destroy the unblemished
organ.
The shining reflection of light from the beating veins and pumping skin covering
Antonio’s towering cock shaft told Indigo of its nearness to orgasmic release. Antonio’s
marbled cock shaft seemed perfect as it moved deliciously from its 5” width where it
exited his amazingly narrow and heavily muscled groin to its succulent 4” diameter just
beneath the thickened collar of inviting flesh at the base of its conical cock head. Indigo
could only imagine the vast quantities of cum filling the heavy round balls and begging to
fountain into his drooling mouth. Indigo glanced over toward Amir only to see the
handsome Arab shoving the first tasting of his cock into Looker’s beautiful face. A look
over his left shoulder assured Indigo that the other M-squad man was down for some
time.
In Indigo’s clear blue eyes, Antonio’s body demanded to be ravished. Such a body
deserved to be serviced before being destroyed. Plus, as Indigo had noted, the massive
cock was only seconds away from eruption if properly administered to. Using the tip of
the little finger on his right hand, Indigo tickled apart the precum-wetted lips of
Antonio’s crimsoned cock head. He had seen the effect this type of action had had on
Liberty and figured it might delight the sprawling figure beneath him just as much.
Indeed, Antonio’s body reacted immediately to the unusual stimulation.
Muscle upon marvelous muscle sweltering on Antonio’s writhing form, cut beyond belief
and rolled in wondrously striated beauty as his body quivered to the sensations pulsing
through every muscle as Indigo’s digit dug playfully into the head of Antonio’s cock. The
huge Coven soldier marveled at the raw spectacle of Antonio’s monstrous pecs quaking
under the sexual stimulation. Indigo placed one huge warm hand on top of one of
Antonio’s undulating mountains of breast meat just to feel the power surging through the
awesome muscle. Soon, a wandering thumb and forefinger tantalized one of Antonio’s
pointing nipples as the small finger of Indigo’s other hand forced its way up to it knuckle
into the Italian cock’s piss slit.
Undulations of massive muscle turned into convulsions of anatomical perfection as
Antonio’s balls pushed his hot man-juices into the base of his glowing cock shaft. Biceps,
triceps, shoulders, pecs, lats, traps, quads abs and calves all pulsed into indescribable
images of sculpted abandon as the first launching of cum sped down the inside of the
endless cock shaft and saturated Indigo’s embedded finger with its wetting flow. The
massive Coven guard pulled his hand from the pumping cock as he leaned precipitously
over Antonio’s flexing torso to take in the geyser of cum pouring from it. Each
constriction of orgasmic pleasure pushed another load of steaming cum up and into
Indigo’s gaping mouth. After several jolts of filling cream, the eruptions of cum oozed
from the gaping cock lips and ran freely down the sides of Antonio’s pleasured organ.
Indigo swallowed the last of the ingested man-milk before refocusing himself to the task
before him. Flexing wildly over his sexual accomplishment, Indigo forced Antonio to
take one last good look at the impossible array of Coven muscle that, having drained him
of his sexual fluids, now intended to relieve him of his life. By now Indigo’s arms had
moved past the 50” mark. Their muscle was etched onto the surface of his body. More
striated divisions of balled masses cut their way in over and around the immense globes
of muscle. Indigo’s triceps and forearms were in a perpetual state of coiled flex no matter
what the position of his arms.
Pecs large enough to be named planets huge dangerously over Antonio’s handsome face.
Indigo flexed their continental surfaces. Droplets of dark sweat spotted Antonio’s face
and chest as Indigo continued to push more and more enhancing size into his already
gargantuan man-tits. The droplets freckled Antonio’s flawless skin but Indigo was more
interested in the psychological effect of his muscle over Antonio than the colored sweat
running into his eyes.
Amir groaned from across the field as the first line of his cum planned its move into
Looker’s choking mouth. The Arab’s fantastically cut back and ass cheeks flexed and
ground into plied layers of chiseled muscle as he pulled and pushed his entombed cock
into Looker’s face. White was still whirling in semiconscious pain on the other side of the
courtyard. Gray had made it to Mark. The savagely treated Handler was alive and, while
obviously suffering, seemed stabile. Gray attended to Mark’s comfort and began to try to
get him to his feet so that they could seek to make their escape.
Standing more upright, Indigo graced Antonio with one final look at his enormous
erection. Antonio choked down his gasp as the 26” long by 5” wide organ eclipsed the
glare of the climbing sun from his unbelieving face. The massive shaft was still stained
by the combination of dried salt and remnant cum from when orgasm had gripped Indigo
down in the small flooded anti-chamber. New spitting of precum gurgled from the lips of
the stupendous cock. This, too, splashed darkly onto Antonio’s squinting head. A pair of
balls as big as Gray’s hung full and hard with their unquenched contents over Antonio’s
vacuumed rows of abdominal muscle.
Indigo was determined to finish off Antonio and then would use his invincible cock to
fuck the other tortured American attacker to death. Bending down again, Indigo grabbed
Antonio’s nearest ankle and wrist. Spinning as he lifted, the huge black Coven soldier
whirled like a great, vastly-muscled discuss thrower carrying all of Antonio’s 650 pound
bulk around with him. When he had enough speed built up, Indigo let go of his burden.
Antonio’s body sailed low and flat through the air across yard after yard of the open
court.
Antonio’s flying body reached out to grab the first obstacle along it path. He latched onto
it in the hopes that it might help stop his deadly flight. Instead, it came with him. The
wall of the fortress grew close fast. Antonio hoisted his burden up in front of his body
just as it slammed into the steeply angled rock where Amir and Looker had first battled.
The impact was brutal. Debris rock went flying in all directions. Antonio’s body slid to
the ground. Much to Indigo’s chagrin, a sullen groan announced that the Italian had
survived the impact; apparently saved by the object between him and the wall. The object
had not been nearly as fortunate.
In his passing, Antonio had managed to secure sufficient hold of Amir. Ripping Amir
along with him, the Arabian cock had been wrenched from Looker’s mouth. The
handsome American now lay on the courtyard ground gasping new, revitalizing air into
his hurting lungs. A line of Amir’s cum marked the path of travel from Looker to the
wall. Antonio rolled on the ground seeking to regain his composure. Amir’s body hung
upside-down on the angled wall with the blood-painted end of the destroyed railing
protruding through his previously perfect lower abs.
Red stains ran down the angled wall swirling into the white flow of Amir’s still-dripping
cum. Indigo screamed his anger at Antonio. The massive Coven guard rolled into a
‘most-muscular’ pose driven by exponentially inspired hatred. Indigo could feel his
already overwhelming muscles burst with more and more growth-enhancing power. He
was as angry with himself over this unfortunate accident as he was with Antonio for what
he had done to Amir.
“I will rip your body apart and drain every ounce of blood from you” Indigo pronounced
as he began to move toward Antonio’s writhing form.
“You may want to start with yourself.” Antonio spit back at stiffly flexing muscle-
mammoth
“I will not leave of drop of blood in your smashed body!” Indigo yelled.
“And apparently not in yours, either.” Antonio shouted pointing to the ground upon
which Indigo walked.
Confused, but still angry, Indigo followed the direction of Antonio’s pointing finger. A
dark stain marked the spot of his last footstep. Glancing back from where he had come,
Indigo could see a trail of clear, dark footprints. Indigo stopped. Leaning well forward to
see over the voluminous globes of his pecs and around the solid shaft of his pointing
cock, Indigo stared closer and closer at his feet. They were covered in blood. The
confused Coven member then noticed that the surface of his pumping cock was also
covered with droplets and linings of blood.
Suddenly, the beads of perspiration covering his pecs seemed all too dark to be easily
explained. Indigo looked at the back of his hands and then, turning them over, his palms.
Instead of being a lighter shade, Indigo discovered that his palms were as blood-red as the
rest of his hands. In fact, his entire body was turning red right before his eyes.
“What the fuck!” Indigo queried himself as his eyes tried to understand what he was
seeing.
Then, suddenly, the truth occurred to him! He needed to get out of here and get out now!
He needed to get to the boat and to Dr. Singh!
Sure enough, Indigo’s muscle had grown so big and so fast that his own skin was unable
to keep up with the expansion of his muscles. Plus, his muscle was so solid and so dense,
that it was literally ripping through the protective covering of his overwrought skin.
The giant muscle creature charged from the courtyard heading as fast as his feet would
carry him to the “Gate of No Return”. Indigo moved deeper and deeper into the dungeon
wing of Elmina. He could now feel his skin splintering as his massive muscles pushed
their way out to the surface of his colossal body. Indigo reached the location of the gate.
The metal frame had been torn from the stone wall and the narrow slit opening in the
rock had been forced wider by Sun and Moon to permit their great muscular bulk exit.
Still, the opening was not big enough for Indigo’s new mass. With one swift swing, the
size of the hole in the wall was doubled. Indigo’s immense bulk pushed its way into the
expanded opening looking for the boat with Dr. Singh. The gangplank was gone, as so
was the boat. Peering out over the ocean, Indigo spotted the ship stopped near the horizon
way off in the distance. Obviously, Dr. Singh never had any intention of waiting for or
taking Indigo with him and the others. The doctor certainly knew what would happen to
Indigo without the benefit of the stabilizing injection as his muscles grew too large for his
body.
Pain began to cover Indigo’s body as completely and evenly as the blood spilling from
the exposed surfaces of his phenomenal and all-consuming muscles. Anger was quickly
replace with the dizziness of lightheadedness as the life-giving blood poured away. The
great man fell to his knees. Indigo did not even here the footsteps or voices of his M-
squad enemy as they charged down toward his location. By the time they arrived, the first
man ever to possess M6 muscle laid dead in the flowing pool of his own blood.
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