This is the final chapter of the second tale in this story line. I hope it pleased some of you.
Be warned that this story contains graphic man-to-man sex and violence.
BODY GUARDS – HANDLER CELL – Chapter 14
By: JOHN
McGee looked up with growing disgust from the quicksand pool to where he had last
seen Hong Tu standing. McFee was gone. The same murky water that had claimed his
heavily muscled body was slowly swallowing the last of his emitted cum stains. Hong Tu
was no longer at the spot opposite the gurgling quicksand trap. He knew that he would
not be able to rid himself of McGee as easily. The remaining Coven adversary eyed the
marshy field finally sighting Hong Tu’s naked trim form heading back around the
destroyed truck and toward the cover of the woods once again. Renewed commitment
and a silent pledge of revenge to his lost partner became McGee’s new driving force.
Exercising caution learned by the deadly encounter in the chase with Hong Tu, McGee
moved slowly back from the edge of the sucking quicksand. His first steps were carefully
measured. As McGee increased the distance between his heavily muscled body and
McFee’s resting place, he also began to increase the pace of his pursuit. Hong Tu seemed
to have paused behind the truck body as if listening. McGee stopped for several seconds
also letting the sloshing sounds of the water surrounding him dissipate but heard nothing
else. A shuffling noise marked the renewed movement of his prey. McGee moved into a
gallop toward the truck and woods. His well-carved muscles bounced with anger-pumped
thickness as he ran. McGee’s 10” cock was as hard as the rest of his straining body and
pointed the direction of his charge directly toward Hong Tu’s hiding place.
The pressure of his infuriated muscularity against his skin felt good to McGee.
Tributaries of thick veining wrapped all of his carved muscles reinforcing the steely
hardness of his power-fed meat. Every muscle was ready and longing to experience the
sensation of physically separating Hong Tu’s appendages from his torso. As he ran,
McGee’s mind visualized the pain and agony to be suffered by Hong Tu as his neatly
packaged body was being rendered apart. McGee could almost hear the cracking and
snapping of the elbow, knee and shoulder joints as the sinew connecting them and
binding them was torn into pieces by his own raw strength. Before Hong Tu died, McGee
would enjoy the special pleasure of severing the arm-length cock and fruit-sized balls that
were the signature of his Handler status.
Hong Tu reached the woods several seconds before McGee. The trees and undergrowth
would make finding him more difficult for the angry Coven attacker. Unfortunately, the
noise of his passing through the dense brush would also record the direction of his travel.
Hong Tu needed to rely on speed and prayed for some other miracle for help. McGee was
more than twice Hong Tu’s weight and all of the difference was in hard-gained and
inhumanly strong muscle. Hong Tu listened carefully as he ran deeper into the forest.
Soon he heard the first cracking noises of the small trees defining the edge of the wooded
area and signaling McGee’s closeness.
Indeed, the front row of trees was more of a bother than an obstacle to the charging
Coven muscleman. One hand and meaty forearm was held high by McGee to protect his
face. The other hand reached out and caught hold of a solid-looking, dead, 6” diameter
trunk. McGee’s torso, shoulders and arms turned to solid rock as they embraced the
waiting tree in passing. His pecs became instantly lined with countless striations and his
triceps coiled into formidable springs of dense muscularity. With a quick twist of his
sinewy wrist, McGee ripped the bare trunk shaft from its rooting. The jagged end of the
tree could prove to be a useful weapon, as could the hard thickness of the trunk itself.
McGee tossed the trunk up grasping it with both hands. It was about 10 feet long and
probably weighed a solid 700 or 800 pounds. While this was only a moderate burden for
his sculpted 350-pounds of rich muscle, it could slow him down more than he wanted.
Stopping ever so briefly, McGee knelt down on one knee while freezing the thickly
muscled thigh of the other leg extended out horizontally. Cords of upper leg muscle
swelled into view on the waiting leg. McGee turned the tree trunk and held it laterally
over his leg at about the midpoint. His cock spit precum with lusting anxiety. McGee
slammed the trunk down on top of his petrified leg muscle. Splinters flew in every
direction from the point of impact as two pieces of equal length came into being.
Selecting the half that was more dangerously jagged at each end, McGee rose and
resumed the chase after Hong Tu.
A chase was also on at the site of the destroyed bridge. The perfection of his cum-
produced muscle had reduced the pain in Wells shoulder and lat to a dull throbbing. Klein
was only yards away and charging directly at Wells like a raging mammoth. Steam of
anger poured from Klein’s flared nostrils and lines of humidity boiled from the chiseled
surfaces of his gargantuan muscles. Wells still struggled to gain control of the tailspin
that the flying steel beam had sent him into. His cock discovered the 14” wide tree trunk
before the rest of his muscle-saturated body did. A loud crack recorded the impact
between Wells 21” of cannoned man-meat and the hard wood of the tree.
An exceptionally solid 40” of diamond-hard arm meat caught up with the steel rod of
Wells cock shaft and spun into the huge tree trunk from the back side. Wells cock had
already destroyed most of the connection between the main trunk and the widening base
of the tree. The massive muscles of his arms and forearms severed what little connection
between the two sections of tree remained. Wells cock rung with painful pleasure from
the impact, as did the meat of his astounding arms. The 40-foot tall tree had been much
less fortunate and so, by luck, was Klein.
The massive tree careened toward Klein’s even more massive muscle. The two great
objects came together only feet away from Wells quaking body. Klein yelled as he threw
his hands skyward. The full weight and impact of the entire tree was on top of him in an
instant. His 800 pounds of saturating muscle moved from rock to steel to diamond as
several tons of wood crashed down on his brilliantly displayed body. Fisting his hands,
Klein forced them upward against the falling power of the tree. Anatomical perfection
zoomed through muscle upon amazing muscle as Klein used the full strength of his
limitless power against the tree.
The sound of the impact was deafening. The trunk shattered clear through where it had
the misfortune to meet up with each of Klein’s clasped hands. Splinters of wood sailed
everywhere. Part of the lower trunk slammed into the ridged muscle of Klein’s
mountained shoulder and rolled onto the upper reaches of his globed pecs. Klein
crunched down hard on all his marvelous muscles letting their density absorb and deflect
the weight and gravity of the tree. The several sections of tree fell defeated to Klein’s
feet. Klein had won but found himself temporarily enveloped in the webbed branches and
thick foliage from the tree. Waving his arms and stepping wildly, Klein slowly battled his
way out of the tangled mess.
Wells, finally stabile, used the confusion as a new chance. He carefully monitored
Klein’s blind progress within the confusing array of branches and leaves. Picking up a
five-foot long section of 14” diameter tree trunk, Wells flung the half-ton of hard wood
directly at Klein’s midsection just as the huge man made his exit from the tangle. Klein’s
body tumbled backwards at the unexpected impact. The trunk hit Klein’s shredded pec
meat with the force of a Mac truck. The back of his head slammed into one of the more
significant tree branches as he fell sending his mind spinning. Wood shavings from
shattering branches covered his downed torso. The very air in Klein’s lungs was pushed
out as the immense muscle covering his chest was pushed into his ribs applying
surprisingly painful pressure against his lungs.
Klein knew that he was winded but otherwise OK. It would take a lot more than a
muscle-fired tree trunk to effect his new massively formed muscles. Then, as the sting of
the strike began to come under control the second attack came. Klein swiped the leaves
and branches covering his face just in time to see a huge section of concrete from the
ruined bridge sailing directly at him. The chunk of bridge itself was a good cubic yard
and certainly weighed well over a ton. What made it particularly dangerous were the
twisted spokes of exposed steel reinforcing bars that stuck out in all directions from the
rocky face of the flying concrete.
Klein rolled but could not get the enormous scale of his body clear. The buttress of
concrete smashed into his exposed back with the force of a dynamite explosion. The
poking reinforcing rods gouged up against Klein’s cabled lat meat, traps, shoulders and
lower back. The power of the impact drove Klein’s face, torso and groin groundward.
The beach ball thickness of his cavernous pecs stopped Klein’s face several inches above
the dirt surface. His lower back arced downward under the pressure of the concrete and
pushed his lower abs down to the dirt.
Once again, Klein’s loins burned with excruciating agony as his 28” cock shaft was
forced into the solid earth. The 5” width of columned man-meat burrowed through the
compacted soil. The friction of the sides of the dirt-well formed by the intrusion of his
cock into the ground grasped the sides of Klein’s sinking cock shaft with the force and
feel of a pair of crushing hands working his hot, hard meat toward orgasm. Klein’s body
convulsed with sensual desire as the earth ravaged his hungry cock. Dirt tickled into the
opened lips of his piss slit adding to the erotic sensations.
The quivering muscle fed steely power into Klein’s already petrified back meat. Rod after
reinforcing rod curled against the superior pressure of his constricted back muscles. The
concrete boulder shattered into scores of chunky fragments and pummeled Klein’s back
and ass like small meteors impacting the earth. The stinging concrete slapped against
Klein’s back and furrowed glutes until the last rock fell uselessly to the ground.
Klein remained face down on in the dirt working diligently to keep his screaming cock
from exploding with its creamy cum. He wanted to keep the muscle-charging feeling of
his hard, unreleased cock triggered as a part of his weaponry. If he were to cum, it would
be at the expense of Wells sumptuous ass, not in the drilled dirt beneath him. Klein’s
muscles shivered all over his astounding body as his mind brought his beating cock and
churning balls under control. The body control forced into his muscles made their masses
jump another size bigger and grow another shade denser.
Klein’s face rose almost another inch away from the ground as the increasing swell of
pec meat added new fiber and thickness. His chest was now over 115” in girth. After
several deep breaths, Klein pushed his hands beneath his torso and lifted its huge bulk up
from the ground. A full 55” of etched muscle on each upper arm moved his tenacious
mass upward as if it weighed nothing. As his body rose from the ground, the soil released
its hold on Klein’s entombed cock shaft. Inch by fabulous inch came back into stunning
view. Climbing to his knees, the last several inches of his gargantuan organ plopped out
loudly and sprung to anchored erection. The giant organ, now 29” long, quivered as the
last tingles for sexual release flowed from it.
This was not how it should be; Klein thought as he stood. His body and his muscle were
vastly superior to that of Wells. And, yet, the M-squad soldier had been more in charge of
this fight then he had. It was time for Klein to change the direction, and the results, of this
encounter. Feeding on the hatred that the Coven had trained his mind to focus upon,
Klein tensed. Anther ten pounds of sweltering muscle magically pounded its way on top
of the 800 pounds of spectacular muscle already in existence. Striated mass became
saturated with cross striations. Individual muscle cells riding the surfaces of Klein’s
immensity became identifiable beneath the straining stretch of his tissue-thin skin. New
veins formed protruding into the skin as his body produced greater quantities of blood to
feed his burgeoning meat.
The head of Klein’s cock glowed with crimson power as the entire 29” piston of man-
meat turned from a begging organ to a deadly ramming rod. Mixed with the anger in
Klein’s mind was a deeper determination to push his cock clear through Wells gut until
he ruptured the American soldiers fortress wall of abdominal meat from the inside out.
His balls ripened as they manufactured more lust-driven cum. Klein crouched forward to
charge. The upper reaches of his faceted pec meat dug into his squared chin and his
grinding jaw. Wells was standing, muscle-ready just in front of the Russian helicopter.
Dr. Singh and his two guards were amazed at the dexterity of Wells body as they watched
him dive into the belly of the nearby aircraft. He had little choice. Klein was closing the
distance between them too quickly for him to escape around the vehicle. Dr. Singh sighed
a groan of relief as he watched Klein’s unbelievably muscled body thundering across the
small opening. He had been concerned about Wells success over Klein’s superior form so
far. The doctor needed and wanted them both dead. Klein needed to kill Wells for the
Coven. It was what he had been trained and programmed to do. Then, Klein’s own
growing muscle would defeat him in the end. Dr. Singh cast aside his sorrow over the
loss of so much astounding muscle in the forms of Klein and Indigo, but, with Mark’s
stem cells in Coven possession, he would be able, in time, to create a stabile army of M6
bodies.
The opening to the copter was too small for Klein’s enlarged shoulder width and torso to
enter easily. Wells body had barely fit in. Klein could see Wells at the opposite side of
the small passenger cabin. Wells had no intention of meeting Klein head on. In a muscle
on muscle battle, Klein would be the obvious victor. Wells needed to use cunning and
surprise. If he couldn’t defeat Klein’s invincible muscle, then he would have to confuse it
– at least until he could force Klein to remember who he really was. So far, the immense,
brainwashed muscle-creature showed no sign of recognizing this place. Wells only hope
was that he could buy the time he needed to make Klein recall his past.
Time was exactly what Klein intended to deprive Wells of. The angered Klein took hold
of the copter’s side entrance with both hands and squeezed. His triceps exploded into
cavernous horseshoes of crystallized meat with the inner dimpled core over a hand-width
deep. His shoulder muscles swelled up to form great basketballs of ribbed muscle
drenched in pumping veins. Within seconds, the sliding panel of the helicopter hatch was
gone as if it was made of paper; sailing through the air and over the end of the destroyed
bridge down to the swirling rapids far below.
Wells climbed deeper into the darkness of the far interior space as the volume of Klein’s
naked torso filled the enlarged door opening. A pair of impossibly deep pecs filled the
width of the accessway like two huge rocky full moons of pure muscle. Wells could see
Klein’s leg-thick forearms as his hands grabbed hold of the doorway framing. The
muscles of the immense forearms writhed as if a nest of huge pythons had been inserted
beneath Klein’s vein-carved skin. As Klein closed in grip on the framing, his pecs
undulated into riveted masses of furrowed meat with cabled striations cut so deep that his
man-tits looked as if they had been worked through with a plow. Klein’s finger-thick
nipples showed like two down-pointing towers from the bottom on his cantilevered pec
meat.
The movement in the forearm musculature froze suddenly solid just before the steel
frame of the copter hatch began to groan loudly from metal failure. Klein’s monstrously
huge cock shaft projected into the cabin with its full two and a half feet of steely meat
pumped intensely hard. Splashes of precum dripped silvery liquid onto the helicopter
deck as his flexing body carried his lust for sexual release to new heights. The steel I-
beams reinforcing the opening crumbled under Klein’s immeasurable strength as the
sides of the copter opening rolled back like the top of a tin can. Light flooded in around
Klein’s chiseled torso surrounding his massive upper body with a corona of blinding
light.
Seconds later, there was a 6’ wide gap where only half as much space had previously
existed. Wells sat on the floor of the shaking copter staring with awe at the wonder that
was Klein’s current body. If there was ever any question as to just how much muscle one
human could possibly ever possess, Klein’s body was saturated with the muscular
answer. Klein growled into the chamber forcing every one of his displayed muscles to
grow another step bigger and look another level harder. Wells wanted to reach out and
feel the hot, stony muscle covering Klein’s figure but, for the sake of his own life, dared
not. Instead, Wells slid his own gargantuan muscle mass further back toward the small
door leading into the glass cockpit of the helicopter.
Reaching for the handle, Wells opened the connecting doorway but it was much, much
too small for his immense body of muscle to fit through. Klein swiped one huge hand in
Wells direction trying to get hold of the M-squad soldiers nearest ankle but the distance
was still too much. Klein screamed his anger as he pounded both clenched fists against
the floor of the cabin. As he swung downward, the bottom of his cock rammed into the
same decking in between his hands. The steel decking crumpled as Klein’s endless
strength pummeled into its surface. His arms shook with power and his monumental cock
crashed into the steel plates with equal strength.
Several sections of decking were ripped apart and from their bolted securements as the
sheets of metal folded in half around Klein’s forearms and cock shaft. The metal of the
inner deck slammed down onto the space between the floor and the outer metal surface
destroying many of the electric cables and severing one of the fuel lines. Liquid began to
run slowly into the crushed space within the fuselage. Some of the fuel leaked out
between plate joints trickling onto the columned meat of Klein’s calves, ankles and feet.
Klein leaned back pulling his arms and cock shaft back through the folded metal. The
ends of the steel were bent back as the thickness of his forearms and cock meat dug their
way out of the steel sandwiches surrounding them.
The grinding sound of the metal being forced apart by Klein’s cock and arms hid the
similar sounds as Wells biceps used their full 40” of mind-boggling power to tear the
opening to the cockpit apart. When Klein’s body was free, he peered into the dark cabin
again only to see Wells massive form scurry into the glass sphere at the front of the
aircraft. With greater anger, Klein backed his immense torso out into the sweltering
sunlight and started his charge around to the front of the machine.
Klein raised both fists high over his head. The wealth of biceps meat and pec meat
saturating his body ballooned into unbelievable proportions. Klein’s lats winged outward
into huge truck-tires of steel-belted meat until his lat spread was almost as wide as the
entire cockpit cabin that he intended to destroy. By now Klein’s arms were covered with
over 55” of diamond hard muscle mass and his chest had expanded to nearly 118”. He
had only one thing in mind now, crushing Wells to death in a shower of razor sharp glass.
Wells was well ahead of Klein in his though process. Klein approached from the left side
of the aircraft. Instead of showering Wells with piercing arrows of flying glass, it was
Klein who charged into the shower. Using what remained of the back wall of the cockpit
as a lever for his back, Wells kicked out with both legs smashing the glass bubble into
millions of shards of prickling glass. Klein quickly pulled his arms down in front of his
face to protect his eyes but not before many splinters of glass had their chance to prickle
his face. The angered look he carried had reinforced the muscles in Klein’s face leaving
him with only some superficial skin cuts. The small tricklings blood left tiny spots of red
on Klein’s swiping hand. The cuts also disguised the more serious issue of his over-
stretched skin as it began to near the tearing point.
Taking advantage of the brief opportunity, Wells was out of the helicopter cab and racing
towards the salvation of the woods in an instant. Klein finished wiping his face as the
anger boiled inside of him. He was not about to let Wells get away. Reaching down to the
underside of the front of the aircraft, Klein moved into a low squat. The magnificent
muscles of his colossal legs and ass cheek flowed like liquid rock as they assumed the
weight of the copter. Adrenaline mixed with Klein’s pumping blood to make his massive
muscles even harder as they hoisted the several tons of aircraft metal into the air. His
back muscles formed into a continental roadmap of anatomical perfection as Klein
prepared the craft for motorless flight.
Wells was near the front line of the trees when the sound and wind of a massive object
flew over the top of his handsome head. The copter slammed into the tall trees uprooting
several of them. As the craft slashed deeper into the woods, the trees grew thicker and
more resistive until the body of the helicopter crashed down onto the ground in a tumble
of twisted metal, branches, leaves and tree trunks. The machine fell directly in Wells
path. Before he could bring his charging body to a halt, the wreckage and Wells massive
muscle collided.
The side of the copter moved inward as Wells petrified muscles met the unfortunate steel
plating. His pecs and cock penetrated the shell digging their image deeply into the
crumpling steel plates. Pain shuttered through Wells chest and groin. The sound of
ripping steel filled the air as his pendulous cock head tore a hole into the side of the
chopper. New pain scraped along the length of Wells penetrating cock shaft as its own
steely surface dragged along the gaping steel. Pain combined with lust as the gripping
hull of the helicopter massaged the perimeter of his hot cock shaft. Wells balls churned
their man-juices as desire overtook the sensations of lust. Automatic reflexes caused
Wells to crunch his ass cheeks several times as a portion of his immense cock shaft
shifted in and out of the new hole. His lower back and glutes became chiseled with
powering beauty as his human lusts drove his motions.
“Holy shit!” Hong Tu cried as he darted out from the woods near where the copter and
Wells appeared to be fornicating together.
“Get away from here.” Wells directed. “And watch out for Klein!”
“What about you?” Hong Tu barked back.
“I’ll be fine.” Wells assured stopping the pumping of his cock into the chopper. “I can
take care of myself better if I don’t have to worry about you right now too.”
The sound of McGee struggling out of the woods was enough reinforcement for Hong
Tu. Nodding his agreement and understanding to Wells with a final warning that Klein
was readying to charge, Hong Tu headed in the only direction possible for him. The
bridge did not seem like much of a haven, but with McGee behind him and Klein and his
father on opposite sides of him, it was the best of the bad options. At least all the debris
scattered on and around the collapsed edge of the bridge would afford him an available
obstacle course in which to maneuver until Wells could get free.
The massive rounds of meat composing Wells stupendous pecs cushioned the penetration
of his thrusting body into the helicopter shell as much as their reinforced solidity could.
Wells torso finally came to a complete rest with all 21” of his 4” wide cock shaft buried
deep into the gripping skin of the machine wreckage. As his breathing moved from
orgasmic to regular, Wells could hear Klein beginning his charge from behind. Wells
acted as fast and carefully as he dared to withdraw his beating organ from inside the
jagged hole in the chopper wall. He dug his fingers in around the edges using the power
of his forearm muscles to curl back the sharpest edges of ripped metal to protect his cock
as much as possible. Still, the feel of the removal of his heated cock shaft as it rubbed
along his hands and the hot metal of the helicopter was too much for it to handle.
The flared collar of Wells cock head tickled across the helicopter ‘sphincter ring’ of
encasing metal sending renewed jolts of orgasmic stimulation through its extremely
sensitive tissue. Every muscle covering Wells 650-pound body became emboldened with
sensual power and carved to meaty perfection. Muscle after muscle quaked with the
throws of orgasmic release as the first river of hot cum arrowed down the endless length
of his meaty cock shaft. Wells withdrew the beating cock head and turned toward Klein’s
rushing body just as the first geyser of cum erupted from his over-stimulated organ.
The burning sting of Wells spearing cum hit Klein face on. The silky river of rich cream
covered Klein's surprised face with its pain-filled warmth. Cum filled Klein’s opened
eyes and gaping mouth with its salty sweetness temporarily blinding him and filling his
mouth with its thick juice. The second cum-assault splashed its lines of flowing white
paint across a large stretch of Klein’s pulsing pecs and shoulders. The third hit him
square and hard on the head of his cock covering his sensitive cock slit lips with its
tingling heat.
Wells danced out of Klein’s blind path with only inches to spare as the mammoth muscle
on Klein’s body found contact with the carcass of the helicopter. As Klein’s impeccable
body moved in on the jumbled copter, the machine folded inward like a huge accordion
until it was only half as wide as it had been. More ruptures in the tubing carrying fuel
from one part of the helicopter to another spilled the volatile liquid in the crushed
chamber between the outer wall and inner wall. A new, larger hole was pushed through
the side of the aircraft as Klein’s even larger cock shaft drilled through the metal shelling
of the leading side and out into the air on the back side.
The more massive density of Klein’s stupendous organ felt only the joy of orgasmic
penetration without the corresponding pain that Wells had suffered. Klein’s muscles
convulsed through the striation-inducing patterns of pre-orgasm but he forced his body to
hold the precious juices of his loins from spilling out. Using his fingers much as Wells
had, Klein ripped the hole containing his cock apart until he could easily remove the 5”
width of the embedded organ with some room to spare.
Wiping his face with his fingers and palms, Klein cleared his eyes of Wells soaking cum
and blinked out what remained to fog his vision. Klein was even more determined now to
destroy his adversary. As he dislodged himself, Klein heard a rustling nearby and looked,
ready to attack, only to see McGee zoom angrily from the forest. McGee was so focused
on his chase of Hong Tu that he barely spared a moment toward Klein’s situation. McGee
had no doubt that the huge flexing man could take care of himself. McGee was still intent
on avenging McFee’s death with Hong Tu. Not even Wells sweltering body could stop
McGee from his drive.
Rounding Wells just beyond the gargantuan man’s reach, McGee headed straight toward
the garbled collection of pavement, guardrail and rubble of the edge of the bridge that
cantilevered dangerously out over the river. Hong Tu darted from fallen concrete buttress
to crushed guardrail section to projecting steel beam as he dodged McGee’s chasing
body. McGee was so focused on his task that the muscle on his 350-pound body looked
as dense and chiseled as that on Klein. The Coven soldier shouted an endless tirade of
blasphemies and curses at Hong Tu as they jostled around the debris near the end of the
bridge. McGee’s cock was hard and excited with hatred-driven stimulation. Hong Tu’s
immense organ waved defiantly back at his attacker.
Klein was ready again. Wells had moved half way out onto the platform of the destroyed
bridge. Wells wanted Klein to get a good look at the bridge and, especially the gaping
opening in the guard rail system where he and the two Coven guards had been spilled into
the swallowing rages of the river on that last fateful day here over a year ago. Anger still
possessed Klein’s body. He growled into a most muscular pose unlike any most muscular
pose ever assumed by any living man before. Muscle upon muscle exploded with
sweltering size and phenomenal perfection.
The 55” arms curled and sphered into 57” of diamond-cut meat with webbed veining
feeding every wondrous fiber of astounding meat. Klein’s chest and back ripped past the
120” mark as the first redness of his overwrought skin colored their striated and corded
surfaces. Legs with 5’ of infinitely dense muscle boiled with every individual muscle
etched to perfection. Klein’s glutes turned from stone to steel cablings of stratified meat
pushing his cock to almost 30” long and over 5” wide. The clear glistening flow of
precum began to turn milky white as Klein’s flexing induced orgasm. He knew he was
going to cum and no longer cared to stop it from happening.
The last dripping of heavy cum dripped from Wells leering cock shaft as he watched his
former partner turn into a statue of pure man-meat and muscle. The sight of Klein’s
unmatched muscles all flexed and powered for the kill kept Wells cock hard and
recharged. Wells wanted to feel the true power of Klein’s muscle and taste Klein’s
beating cock. Klein still had other ideas. He wanted Wells dead more than anything.
Dr. Singh, Sun and Moon watched from the sidelines. Sun and Moon’s bodies were
already in the midst of orgasm. Both Coven guards quivered with aroused delight as they
watched Wells 650 pounds of stunningly beautiful meat face off against Klein’s 850
pounds of unearthly perfection. Their cum jettisoned into the air simultaneously
drenching the back of Dr. Singh’s smock. The power of their combined spray knocked
the Coven doctor from his feet and he landed facedown on the hard, dry earth breaking
his nose in the process. More thick cream arced down onto his back from both men as Dr.
Singh screamed for help from his cum-spewing guards. Moon and Sun rushed forward to
help their master as their cum continued to spill out in great quantities.
Klein did a 360-degree spin with a speed that defied his size. As he turned, Klein grabbed
hold of the sled base of the destroyed helicopter. The entire assemblage of wreckage
moved with lightning speed into a blurring spiral as Klein moved into a second circling
with the entire several ton machine in his grasp. At the end of the second turn, Klein
launched the pile of twisted metal skyward and directly toward Wells. The circle of
Klein’s spinning was awash with his spewing cum as his immense cock launched its own
liquid projectile of man-juice.
An endless river of cum drew clear circles around Klein’s twisting body. Before one jolt
of hot cum had finished leaving the gushing lips of his piss slit, another eruption had
already moved through the cannoned shaft to replace it. The heated cum sped outward
from Klein’s spewing cock flying several yards through the air before falling down richly
onto the hungry ground. Momentum from his astounding muscle mass carried Klein’s
body around and around as cum kept spitting its way out in huge volumes from his loins.
Wells was almost too focused on Klein’s body and fountaining cum. The helicopter came
directly toward his head. He dove beneath its sailing trial with only a fraction of a second
to spare. The crumpled machine stopped its outward movement many yards behind when
it slammed into one of the remaining bulkheads and guardrails of the bridge. The
projecting tail and tail blades bounced off of the buttress and the copter spun back around
grinding on the destroyed road surface until the entire machine wreckage finally came to
rest with the tail section hanging precipitously over the side of the bridge. The metal of
helicopter groaned loudly as the sled base got caught up in the knurled guardrail.
The aircraft was delicately balanced between falling and staying. Wells looked back
toward it as the noises dissipated. So did Klein. They both saw the same thing but
focused on different aspects of it. For Wells, it was the sight of Hong Tu clinging to the
very outermost piece of the tail section. His small body was holding on for dear life
above the deadly jaws of the raging river far below.
For Klein, it was McGee that caught his eye and filled his mind with previously-lost
thoughts and memories. McGee’s handsomely muscled torso was facing Klein but his
head was pointing toward the ground and his feet lifted skyward. His body was held in
place on a twisted section of guardrail with the end projecting through his middle abs.
McGee was dead. More startling was that he looked just like the young Coven driver that
had died exactly the same way beneath the pressure of Klein’s own body on that day a
year ago.
All the memories came rushing back like a flood into Klein’s whirling and confused
brain. The rush of renewed thoughts spun inside his head. Klein stared at McGee’s
impaled body. The face kept changing from that of McGee to the handsome young driver
from last year. Confusion turned to throbbing pain as Klein’s mind whirled through a
year of lost memories all assailing his head at once. Klein shrieked as his hands pounded
against the side of his head. With his expanding strength, only the human sense of self-
survival precluded Klein from smashing in his own skull as he slammed physical pain
onto his skull in an attempt to reduce the mental anguish beating inside.
Wells was suffering from his own dilemma. Hong Tu was already showing signs of
weakness as he tried to hold onto the thin metal tubing of the helicopter’s tail blade.
Jumping to his feet and ignoring the threat to his own life that he still believed Klein
represented, Wells dashed to the railed edge of the bridge. He needed to work fast. Wells
called encouragement out to Hong Tu. Just the sound of his reassuring voice brought a
smile and a nod from Wells struggling companion. Leaning as far forward as he dared,
Wells tried to reach out to get a hold of Hong Tu. The easiest thing to grab was the
Handler’s immense cock shaft but it was still several inches away from Wells waving
hand.
Wells stretched forward closing about half the distance. Cautiously he leaned another few
inches out. Wells fingers stroked the end of Hong Tu’s crimsoned cock head. Hong Tu
tried to swing his body closer to Wells. The additional few inches seemed to work as
Wells strong fingers closed in around the great hard shaft of man meat just behind the
sensitive fleshy collar crowing the base of the cock head. The sweat soaked cock proved
to be too hard to keep in his grasp as the head pulled it’s way through Wells hand.
Wells swung his hand wildly trying to re-grasp the fat cock head but the bridge had other
plans. The twisted rail began to creak and sounds of expanding cracking echoed through
the concrete abutment. Wells 650 pounds of intense muscle was too much for the
damaged structure to support. Carefully and slowly, Wells let the center of gravity of his
fantastically muscled body slide back away from the rupturing wall and rail. He looked
up into Hong Tu’s face only to see an image of mixed emotions.
The first look from the Handler was that of praying desperation for his life. The second
was that of sexual joy. The first spouting of Hong Tu’s special cum cleared the entire
distance between his waving cock and the bridge abutment landing full and thick against
Wells quaking pecs. The second orgasmic explosion was even more powerful covering
much of Wells handsome face with its warming wetness. As a Handler of extreme
prowess, one shooting of Hong Tu’s cum could easily fill a large glass with its creamy
emission. Wells brief stroking had been all Hong Tu’s energized body had needed to
push him beyond his orgasmic limit and it had been some time since he had been
properly milked. Cum continued to erupt in stream after hot stream. Wells knew that each
succeeding eruption weakened the Handler. There was no more time to waste.
As Hong Tu’s cock spewed cum, Wells reached out to the main body of the dangling
helicopter. Calling for the Handler to hold on tightly, Wells twisted the wreckage so that
the tail moved gingerly toward the surface of the bridge. Both the bridge and the
demolished machine moaned loudly as Wells worked to spin the tail end to where Hong
Tu was no longer in danger. Just before the tail and its human burden reached the line of
safety, the entire aircraft jolted suddenly as the connection between its twisted
undercarriage and the bridge railing started to become unstable. Hong Tu’s body waved
furiously as the machine jarred his hold. Wells cried for him to hold on but the small
man’s hands were wet with sweat and began to separate form the copter tail section.
Wells could see that Hong Tu would not be able to hold on any longer and, with one
great twist, all of Wells super-saturated muscles turned to granite. Striations as deep and
bold as those on Klein’s immense body suddenly covered Wells flexing form. His arms
seemed to grow another couple of inches as their 40” of masterful muscle pulled swiftly
and securely on the dangling machine. Cable upon cable of meat soared over Wells
straining shoulders as he forced the mass of the chopped forward one last time. The
immensity of Wells 98” pectoral planets became living sculptures of intensely carved
meat as they added their power to the equation. The sinew of his forearms swelled to leg-
thick scale as his hands yanked the base of the helicopter toward his staunchly flexed
torso.
Hong Tu’s body wavered violently at the end of the shaking tail section until the
movement finally ripped his hands from their securements. Luck was with Hong Tu as
his body fell hard but safe onto the rubbled tarmac of the bridge surface. Wells let go of
the copter and rushed to Hong Tu’s side sweeping up his Handler into his voluminous
muscle. Hong Tu seemed safe but somewhat dazed. For the first time in quite a while,
Wells took a second to reacquaint himself with their surroundings.
Klein was shrieking at the top of his lungs and pounding his own head as if in a rage.
Wells could only surmise that Klein’s anger was intensifying. Indeed, Klein was
repeatedly shouting out Wells name and began to slowly lumber toward where Wells and
Hong Tu sat at the very edge of the bridge. At some distance beyond Klein’s immense
figure, Wells could see that Dr. Singh, Sun and Moon were now in the back of their
helicopter and that the blades of the machine were beginning to turn slowly. Klein’s
screaming drowned out the first sounds of the starting engine of the large chopper. Wells
could also make out the reflection of high-powered machine guns in the hands of Dr.
Singh’s two massive guards.
Klein’s charge toward Wells and Hong Tu increased. His monstrously huge muscles were
a display of anatomical brilliance. Wells read pain and anger on Klein’s twisted face. He
could see that Sun and Moon were pointing their guns. At first he didn’t understand why
Dr. Singh would order them to shoot. After all, with M5 and M6 level bodies, the
machine guns would be essentially useless against them. Wells needed to get Hong Tu to
a safe place. Without regard for explanation time, Wells half tossed, half pushed Hong Tu
behind a huge chuck of concrete lying nearby on the bridge surface. Then Wells noticed
that the guns were not aimed directly at Klein or him but at the belly of the dangling
helicopter.
Klein was almost on top of Wells now. The M-squad man only had seconds to act. Wells
could see the dripping fuel leaking out from the wreckage of the helicopter body and
immediately understood what Dr. Singh was trying to do. By shooting into the chopper,
the explosion would probably kill Wells and would certainly kill Hong Tu. Klein was still
screaming out Wells name. His hands were outstretched toward Wells as if Klein was
preparing to rip his handsome former partner in half and Wells had no doubt that, with all
his newfound muscle, Klein could certainly do that to him.
Wells darted to the side of the copter hooking his hands onto the entangled metal of the
sled base. Muscle upon astounding muscle became etched with stunning beauty and
power as Wells threw every ounce of his immense strength into his immediate task.
There was nothing he could do to stop Klein but he could certainly save Hong Tu. The
first shots rang out. The riddle of bullets echoed off of Klein’s impenetrable back and ass.
Only a few stray bullets made it as far as Wells and the copter. The bullets stung Wells
hard against his unfurled right lat and the coiled muscle of his right shoulder and triceps.
The hulk of the aircraft screeched loudly as Wells colossal muscle mass tore it away from
its tenuous connection with the mangled bridge railing. Wells could feel Klein’s closing
breath on the exposed, vulnerable muscles of his back and ass. There seemed no way for
Wells to save himself now but he was not about to die at the hands of his former partner
and lover. The helicopter came free just as the sounds of the second round of machine
gun firing hit Wells ears. Wells shoved the carcass of the chopper out and away from the
bridge with all his might and clung to the machine. The weight of the falling aircraft
carried Wells body out over the edge with it.
The helicopter and Wells sailed out and down toward the raging river. Klein reached the
edge of the bridge in time to see most of the fall. He cried out Wells name one last time
hoping that Wells would understand that his memory and his love was back. Wells and
the copter split apart into two huge masses just before hitting the rock-filled waters. The
wreckage of the helicopter seemed to cling to several submerged rocks for several
seconds before the entire machine exploded into a huge ball of flame and shrapnel. Wells
was gone and nowhere to be seen.
Renewed anger immediately possessed Klein as he turned to face Dr. Singh and his
guards. But Klein was much too late. The Coven helicopter was already airborne and
turning to zoom back down the river to its hidden destination. Klein’s body tensed with
frustration pushing his muscles dangerously close to skin-destroying proportions. Only a
few minutes remained before he, too, would face the same fate as that which had befallen
Indigo.
Dr. Singh and his companions smiled over their victory. The river flowed fast beneath
their aircraft. The doctor directed the pilot to the small clearing along the bank not far
from the bridge where they had left additional fuel. Klein watched helplessly as the
copter landed in the distance behind a thick sheltering of trees. For a moment he thought
of chasing after Dr. Singh. It was some minutes later while Klein was still debating when
he saw the craft was airborne again and heading away. Turning back toward the
destroyed railing in his grief, Klein finally spotted the shaking figure of Hong Tu huddled
behind the huge chunk of concrete abutment.
“It’s OK.” Klein whispered in Hong Tu’s direction. “I remember now. I remember
everything.”
Holding out an open hand to Hong Tu, Klein finally convinced the small Handler of his
sincerity. Together they searched from the bridge for any sign of Wells body but the
water was too swift and the rapids to pronounced. The explosion and fire from the
helicopter had been extremely violent and intense. Tears formed in Klein’s eyes over
their loss. A light shade of redness darkened Klein’s tears on his cheeks. Hong Tu
quickly informed Klein of the problem about his skin becoming unable to keep up with
his still-expanding muscularity. Klein’s tears turned to concern. Hong Tu took Klein’s
shaking hand and gently guided the massive muscleman over to the edge of the woods
directly behind where Dr. Singh’s helicopter had been situated.
Hong Tu asked Klein to sit and relax his massive body as much as he possibly could.
Then, searching behind several trees, Hong Tu came back to the immensely muscled man
and held out a hypodermic needle. Hong Tu briefly explained how he had taken the
needle from the doctor’s pocket during their earlier scuffled and, as Hong Tu understood
it, this was some type of stabilizing formula that Klein needed to take. With nothing to
lose, Klein agreed but there was still the issue of how to administer it. Klein’s muscles
were now so perfect, so huge and so dense that virtually nothing could penetrate them –
least of all a simple needle.
Klein’s muscles were so huge that there seemed to be no hope. Not even his coconut
sized testicles afforded a reasonable solution to their dilemma. Hong Tu thought briefly
of pushing the needle in through the piss slit of Klein’s gargantuan cock but Klein
wouldn’t hear of it. Hong Tu searched all over Klein’s sweltering mass: his 60” arms; his
120” chest; his endless back; his curvaceously carved glutes; his monumental 6 foot
thighs; his 33” calves; even his ankles and wrists. All was to no avail. Klein spit out his
disgust.
That gave Hong Tu an idea. He explained what he was thinking to Klein. At first Klein
was as resistive to it as he had been to the piss slit suggestion. Then, feeling the pressure
of his burgeoning muscle against his over-taut skin, Klein finally agreed. Klein opened
his mouth as wide as he could. Hong Tu gently slipped the needle in under Klein’s
tongue praying that the softer muscle would accept the point of the needle. It did! Hong
Tu emptied the contents of the needle into Klein’s pained tongue. Then they did their best
to rest hoping that someone would eventually come in search of them.
It was weeks later. Klein was still re-assimilating back into the M-squadron. Hanson was
pleased to have Klein back. It would take time but Mark would recover and Antonio was
thrilled to have his Handler and lover back safely. Looker was happy to be back home
with the M-squadron men. They all missed and mourned Wells, Dewey, Pole and Rod.
Klein was especially hard hit by Wells loss and his roll in it. Hanson knew it would take
months of therapy and retraining to fix Klein’s damaged mind. It would take just as long
to fully understand Klein’s new M6 body and its seemingly limitless power. Hanson also
knew that they might not have those months. Dr. Singh and the Coven were still out there
and, now they had a new potential weapon in Mark’s stem cells.
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