Our ongoing tale in the Body Guards series about intrigue, espionage and massive muscle
continues. Be warned that this story contains graphic man-to-man sex and violence.
BODY GUARDS – HANDLER CELL – Chapter 4
By: JOHN
Antonio had only seen Wells M5 level 650-pound body a couple of times before at their
squadron training center. Early talk about the massive creature reintegrating back into
one of the divisions following his travails with the legendary Vesuvius in Chetnya had
dissipated quickly. Rumors of Wells struggle to get over the loss Klein soon mushroomed
into an understanding that the two men had been much closer than any one before had
realized.
Antonio sat on the army plane staring quietly at the voluminous figure of the sleeping M5
muscle giant.
They had been airborne for almost 9 hours since refueling in Hawaii and were still 2
hours from Bangkok and the Asian Bodybuilding Grand Prix that was going on there.
The surfacing of a second dead prominent bodybuilder yesterday and the presence of
another Coven calling card had set this trip in motion. They had seen the picture of the
body. The dead man was from Bulgaria and had burst onto the bodybuilding scene only
about a year ago. Records indicated that the Bulgarian had added over 50 pounds of
steroid-free muscle within that one year to become regarded as a top prospect to
challenge the best men in the Grand Prix circuit. This was to be his first professional
contest.
Now, with two of the top contenders dead, there was only one man who remained to
challenge the reining bodybuilding champion. This last man was also new to the
professional scene this year; was another Eastern European; and had made gains similar
to the Bulgarian. The 330-pound blonde now had the attention of the M-squad and Wells
and Antonio were assigned to find out where he came from and if any connection existed
between him and the Coven.
It was clear from the latest calling card that the Coven was trying to attract Wells
attention and pretty apparent that they wanted to draw Wells to the Asian Grand Prix. The
back of this second card from “NIEL K” was much more direct. The printed writing was
a simple “ANOTHER GIFT FOR YOU WELLS”. Wells became clearly agitated at the
idea that these beautiful bodybuilders were now being killed in part just to lure him back
into battle by the Coven. Considering the huge man’s emotional stability, Hanson did not
like the idea of Wells working alone and insisted that Antonio go with him. Because of
their personal relationship, Hanson also preferred that Antonio not be directly involved in
the efforts to find and bring back Mark.
Black and White were already in Accra, Ghana following up on clues related to the
curious “INDIGO” and his African business card. Antonio would much rather have been
off on a flight to join up with Black and White in the search for his lover, Mark, but
Hanson had insisted that Wells and Antonio work as a team. Hanson had also approved
Antonio’s jump to the M5 level. That was why Hanson had taken Antonio with him to
the meeting with Wells. As soon as Wells had agreed to come back on board following
the death of the Asian bodybuilder, Hong Tu had given Antonio his first ingestion of M5
level cum.
As with Wells first time, the pain and agony had been tremendous. It had taken almost 48
hours before Antonio’s body had finished its fevered processing of the muscle-exploding
cum. The body on the plane looking over the sleeping Wells was now every bit as big and
every bit as magnificent. Antonio’s eyes moved slowly over the sight of Wells reposing
form and then over the flexing images of his own gargantuan new muscularity. Antonio
knew that Mark would be pleased with the results and, under more peaceful
circumstances, Antonio would have been enjoying his new body more, too.
Wells took in a deep, gentle breath in his deep sleep. His huge, thick torso swelled as he
inhaled. Even slumbering, the muscles enveloping the massive creature were
anatomically perfect. His staggering 96” chest and upper back girth remained chiseled
onto his great torso. If it was possible, Wells miraculous 30” waist made the man’s upper
body seem even bigger. Pillow-sized shoulders rolled with corded meat sweeping from
the leg-thick wedges of his traps to the basketballs of muscle that were Wells veined
biceps. Coils of winding muscle wrapped their spring-tense fibers around the vast
horseshoe shape of Wells hand-deep triceps filling out their 40” dimension. His forearms
writhed with so much muscle that they appeared to be a pair of upper legs attached to his
elbows. The tire-thick lats beneath Wells resting arms pushed the huge appendages up
and down several inches with each slow, filling breath.
A pair of thighs enshrouded in almost 5’ of flowing muscle burst out from the smallness
of the sleeping man’s waist and curved their ribbed meat like vast hillscapes to the
slenderness of his knees. Once past the deep knee-valley an explosion of balled calf
muscles formed the far wall of his knee joint valley. The twisting torso spread across the
three airplane seats presented Antonio with a grand view of Wells legendary posterior.
Even at rest, the separation between the gluteus medius and gluteus maximus segments of
Wells ass was vividly etched onto the huge curving meat. Smaller lines of the various
cords of muscle pounded onto Wells dream-flexing butt sharpened and relaxed as he
rested. The undulation of the spectacular ass muscles hypnotically sucked Antonio deeper
and deeper into the desire to experience the magnificence of those tremendous flexing
compilations of striated meat and the softness of Wells’ interior that they protected.
Antonio’s eyes shifted from Wells curvaceous ass to the gargantuan meatiness of his
quivering arms. The Italian flexed his own ever-solid upper arms as he watched Wells
visionary counterparts. The multiply-split spheres of his constricted biceps turned from
stone hard to diamond brilliant with each flex. Antonio could feel the power surging to
the very core of his gargantuan arm meat. The flexing Italian could count his heartbeats
from the pressure his steely arm meat created with his over-stretched skin on his finger-
thick veins pulsing over his biceps and triceps. Turning his wrists slightly caused
Antonio’s staggering 39” of biceps and triceps meat to become even more deeply fissured
with clearly visible muscle fibers as tributaries of carved veins danced up and down his
thigh-thick forearms.
Even with his entire body further enhanced, it was still Antonio’s pecs that shined as his
signature muscles. As he continued to peruse Wells sleeping form, Antonio
semiconsciously flexed his mammoth pectoral planets. A tingling of mental pain in his
left pec directly over his heart where Hanson had broken the blade of his Bowie knife
against it as a demonstration for Antonio of the invincibility of his unbelievably solid
muscle when flexed. The concept of possessing a full 102” of upper body muscle
clinging to his globular man-tits and manta ray lats was still hard for Antonio to grasp. As
he continued to watch the glorious rise and fall of the dozing Wells pecs, Antonio
reached around to cup his own gargantuan, heaving breast meat as if to confirm his
additional 6” of carved muscular mass.
Hong Tu’s tiny sleeping body was completely eclipsed from Antonio’s view by Wells
massive form. The sight of the slight Asian-American’s hardened cock waving like a
great flagpole rising from behind Wells mountain range of muscle was the only visible
evidence of his presence in the plane cabin. As Antonio massaged his foot-thick striated
breast meat, his own stunning cock began to harden. Inch after swelling inch of
thickening organ shaft rose to view from beneath the far horizons of his planeted pecs.
Hong Tu’s swaying 28” flagpole of cock meat and Wells smoothly undulating muscle
mass only helped to push the sense of arousal in Antonio’s loins. Soon, 18” of majestic
cock meat stood painfully anchored from his groin. Its 4” width extended for the entire
length of the vein-encrusted, upward arcing shaft from the amazing tightness of his 29”
waist to the explosive 5” collar of pliable fleshiness defining the base of his crimsoned
cock head.
“Gentlemen, sorry to disturb you but we are beginning our decent into Bangkok.” The
pilot interrupted Antonio’s playful toying. “We will be landing in just about an hour and I
thought I would let you know in case there’s anything you need to get done before we get
there.”
Looking down, Antonio knew he had to do something about the state of his cock now.
Wells rolled instantly awake at the sound of the pilot with his well-trained body carved
into a suddenly transformed image of power-shredded muscle. Wells smiled broadly at
the image of the beautifully sculpted and infinitely hard Antonio. As Wells completed his
turn to the front, Antonio’s embarrassment was somewhat mitigated by the knowledge
that the other handsome M5 man was wearing his morning hard-on anchored to his groin.
What little difference in scale Antonio’s cock surrendered to Wells was more than made
up for by the richly visible steel-hard look of Antonio’s massive man-weapon.
“Well, I guess we both need to take care of a little business before we land.” Wells
laughed cupping his powerful hand over the begging end of his precum-soaked cock
head.
“Make that the three of us!” Hong Tu yawned as he rose to stand between the two seated
muscle-gods with his multi-foot organ waving its flag-poled rigidity directly at the two
massive musclemen.
The situation was much different half way between Accra and Cape Coast, Ghana where
the pounding of the camouflage painted military truck had forced both Black and White
to unbutton their fatigues in order to permit their cocks to expand unabated. Their driver
was a rough-looking native from Ghana who worked occasionally with the US Embassy
here and had been used before for training exercises. He had been one of the few
survivors of the last ill-fated M-squad exercise in Ghana and was familiar with the
rudimentary road system here where an unknown pothole could be deadly. Black and
White shared a Handler, Gray, who sat in the front passenger seat next to the driver.
It had been a long flight and three days from Belize to Accra, Ghana. The American
Embassy here was one of the best in Africa. The friendly relations between the US and
Ghana dated back to the 1950’s and the work of a particularly great and extraordinarily
famous Ambassador to the fledgling free country named Shirley Temple Black. In fact,
she was a distant cousin by marriage to M4 Black. That remote connection had opened up
many, many doors to clues for the M-squadron duo. It had been easy for Black and White
to trace the paper of the Coven business card to a small paper plant in Cape Coast.
A few more questions led them to realize that the Coven had been present for some time
and seemed to be using an old Salt Plantation outside of Cape Coast as a cover. It was
hard to completely disguise the massively muscled men who worked for the Coven and a
small place like Cape Coast made their rare appearance a point of local gossip. There
were also reports of vehicles loaded with strange men moving onto and off of the road
between Accra and Cape Coast toward to salt production areas along the coastline. In
fact, their driver claimed to have family around there and alleged that he had seen these
movements several times himself. They took the reports to be serious but had less belief
in their driver’s boastful claims.
As the van bumped over the narrow two-lane road, Black and White enjoyed the few
hours of relative privacy. They had just spent almost an hour crawling through one of the
all-to-frequent villages that bordered the single roadway. They had opened their windows
briefly to buy some bagged water from the children-merchants that plied the road with
sacs of goods on their heads. Everything from food to toilet paper was sold through the
car windows as the vehicles crept through the village. Black and White had been careful
to keep the windows only partially open so as not to draw attention to the massive size of
their fantastically muscled bodies. They had stripped down to only their sleeveless tee
shirts and fatigue shorts permitting much of the voluminous muscle the chance to breath
freely in the humid air.
The boredom of the trip caused Black and White to use some old blankets and towels
packed into the back of the truck cabin to force their hungering muscles through a series
of shared isometric exercises. Their arms, shoulders, pecs and backs were soon visions of
M4-level perfection glowing with tropical sweat over their 480 pounds of pumped
muscularity. The mindless heat had filled their limited clothing with their perspiration
until the fabric became glued to their preposterously bulging muscles. The raw strength
within the global proportions of the bullet-resistant density of their vast muscle-meat
glistened from the window-tinted sun from their wondrous bodies. Every division
between the chiseled individual muscles carved onto their torsos and upper legs was
painted through the overburdened cloth faintly covering them.
The confinement of the short fatigues revealed every cord and spiral of defined meat
ripped onto their legs and butts. The dripping fatigues sat loosely around White’s
stunningly small 28” waist but the bottom of Black’s were already ripped and tattered by
his overpowering 50” thighs. Black’s 16” silky white cock stood stiffly in front of the
ridges of his chiseled abs begging to be kissed by White’s equally hard 18” long black
fuck-pole of man-meat. White reached out with one great dark hand and covered as much
of Black’s gleaming cock head as his outstretched fingers could take hold of. Black
reached back wrapping the full strength of his pearly fingers around White’s 3” wide
cock shaft just below the meaty crown collar.
They let the bouncing and rocking motion of the vehicle guide their groping hands over
the steel-hard meat of their partner’s cock. The erratic bouncing pulled both men toward
the desired orgasmic goal. A sudden turn pushed the bodies of the two massive men
together into a half a ton of impacting rock-hard muscle. They bounced against one
another as the sheer density of their monumental meat refused to be dented, folded or
dimpled by the collision of their gargantuan bodies. As the movement of the vehicle
became more disorienting signaling that they had moved from a paved surface to a dirt
road, the actions of their hands on their lover’s cock became more erogenous.
Each man smiled handsomely toward his lover in the unspoken challenge to be the last
one to succumb to ejaculation at the hands of his partner. Black tightened his grip around
the most sensitive part of White’s vein-carved cock shaft to a level that would have
crushed the life out of a normal man’s cock. White responded by digging his small finger
into the tortured piss slit of Black’s cock head. The minds of the two playful men spun
with both the desire to cum and determination to hold off as long as possible.
Black and White had become so engaged in their cock-pumping game that they were all
but oblivious to the passing countryside. The air smelled of fish, salt and seaweed as they
drew closer to the Ghanaian shore. All White and Black could smell was the aroused
sweat of their cock-hungry partner. Both men laughed loudly as they rolled onto their
sides when the vehicle came to a sudden halt. They were both dangerously close to
orgasm and neither man would release his hold over his lover’s rock-hard organ. Black
drove his little finger in and out of White’s piss-slit with a final few swift, driving pokes.
White twisted his grasping hand along a great length of Black’s inflexible cock shaft.
Both men exploded in a sea of spraying cum simultaneously. The generous white cream
splashed everywhere in the still-rocking cabin covering the walls, floor and ceiling with
lines of dripping whiteness. The flying streams of cum painted designs onto White’s and
Black’s twisting, convulsing torsos and legs joining into the sweaty moisture of their tee
shirts and shorts. Both men finally relinquished their holds of each other’s pumping cock
shaft as wads of thick cum continued to pour from the overpowered man-meat tubes.
Black and White finally collapsed onto one another as the final dripping of cum drooled
from their satisfied bodies. They lay together for a brief moment enjoying the feelings of
fulfilled love.
Sunlight flooded the back compartment of the van as both doors were suddenly and
surprisingly flung open.
“Welcome to the Coven plantation, gentlemen.” An unexpected voice greeted Black and
White.
“If you can tear yourselves away from each other, we would appreciate your exiting the
vehicle … slowly … and one at a time.” The silhouetted voice continued.
There was not one but two huge shadows almost filling the entire space outside the rear
of the van. One was almost as big as either Black or White. The other was considerably
bigger. Both had the outlines of stunningly muscled creatures.
“Thank you for cumming.” The larger shadow laughed as he eyed the white streaks and
flows covering the men and the rear of the van cabin.
Both waiting men were stark naked and had cocks to match the immense scale of their
breathtaking bodies. White crawled out of the vehicle first, ready to attack. As the images
of the two men shifted from shadows to three-dimensional and two other images came
into view from behind the giant shadows, his plans changed to cautious preparedness.
The men in the background were smaller versions of the massive men near the van door.
White guessed the other two to be more at the M2 level of muscular development. White
signaled silently for Black to exit peacefully. The two American cocks still dripped with
the spoils of their recent orgasm and had begun to soften. The sight of the four naked
Coven men reversed the flow of their cocks pushing them back toward full arousal.
“I am Indigo.” The larger man pronounced. “And this is my associate, Liberty, and these
are our assistants, Rock and Looker. I assure you that you may want to exercise some
restraint or neither of you live to see another sunset.”
As the huge man spoke, he flexed his amazing body to show that he had the superior
muscle to stand behind his words. Black and White instantly recognized Indigo to be a
level M5 creature and estimated his muscle mass to be well over 600 pounds. His
“associate” was somewhat less muscled but no smaller than either Black or White and
every one of Liberty’s statuesque muscles was fully pumped and invincibly charged. As
White gazed over the two black companions, his eyes were drawn back and forth
between Indigo’s colossal mass and Liberty’s incredulous cock. There was no doubt in
Black’s mind that the destructive power of Indigo’s muscles was equally matched with
the deadly abilities of Liberty’s unbelievable organ.
The other two Coven guards were also worthy attention. Rock was a harsh-looking man
with a clean-shaven head and a patch over his left eye. His body bespoke his name.
Densely tangled veining covered every one of his rich muscles including the wired
surface of his foot-long cock. Even with only about 360 pounds of muscle on his body as
compared to Indigo’s 640 pounds, Rock was quite a spectacle of hardened meat. The
surfaced ribbing of veining made each pulsing muscle reflect stone hard on his body. The
anger in his Arabian face fortified his Coven commitment to duty.
Even as Indigo and Liberty continued to flex their more colossal, unmatched muscle,
Black and White found themselves repeatedly drawn to the sight of the fourth man.
Looker, like Rock, was exactly what his name described. Over the years and because of
their own muscular development, Black and White had seen and experienced their share
of beautiful men. Looker was, without a doubt, the most marvelously handsome and
muscularly aesthetic creation they had ever set eyes upon. His Latin-tanned face was
absolutely flawless, as was the sculpted flow of his 350 pounds of bronze-painted muscle.
A perfectly coifed mane of wavy jet-black hair capped his sparkling features. Looker’s
liquid body glistened with a natural oil the polished each and every carefully formed
muscle to reflect with breathtaking beauty under the early afternoon sun. Only the right
amount of image-enhancing veins lined the surface of Looker’s cashmere-soft skin. His
upcurving 14” cock was as handsome as the rest of his breathless body and face.
Indigo growled as he pushed his monstrous muscles into sharper and sharper visions of
invincible proportions. Foot upon foot of starling hard muscle dripped from Indigo’s
flexing body. Arms that appeared as large as a mans chest were held almost parallel to
the ground by a pair of shoulders the size of basketballs and a wealth of lat meat big
enough to devour a giant clam and just as rigidly hard. A waistband almost as small as
White’s pushed the exaggerated muscle image of Indigo’s torso and tree-trunk legs to
stellar proportions. His bittersweet chocolate cock was several inches longer than
Liberty’s and thick enough to look like a greatly muscled forearm protruding from
Indigo’s groin but the sweltering width of the root of Liberty’s leg-thick cock shaft
inspired both instinctive fear and unbridled desire.
As Indigo continued his planned muscle show with 39” of flexed arm meat and
anatomically carved abdominal crunches, Liberty twisted his trim waist line to show off
the brutal power of his dangerous man-meat to its best visual advantage. From their
periodic encounters with Wells, Black and White knew of the power of M5 level muscle
but could only begin to imagine the damage that would be inflicted by Liberty’s vein-
ribbed cock. The flexing and posing had the desired affect on the two American’s as they
assumed surrender positions with their hands clasped firmly atop their handsome heads.
“I told you not to worry.” The driver interrupted as he came around to the back of the van
with a gun pointing squarely at Gray’s 20” cock and groin. “I promised the Americans to
you just as you requested.”
“Yes, you have done well, my friend.” Indigo nodded. ‘I hope our directions were not
hard for you to follow.”
“Not at all.” The driver smiled. “And I swear that, as you asked, no one has followed us
or even suspected that I was bringing them to you.”
“Good! Good! That is very good.” Indigo assured nodding toward Liberty.
“Come then.” Indigo turned back to the Americans and went on. “Perhaps you would like
a short tour of our salt operation here.”
The eight men moved in a line down a small narrow ridge of land between two vast pools
of brackish water with Liberty in front followed by the Black and White. Indigo was
immediately behind the two American lovers. Gray walked between Indigo and the gun-
holding driver. Looker and Rock brought up the rear. As they moved through the treeless
flooded fields Indigo spoke of how the ocean waters were fed into the broad, shallow pits
and the water was allowed to evaporate under the hot sun to form great deposits of salt.
The salt would then be harvested, bagged and sold to a countryside where it could be
more valuable than gold.
Acres and acres of fields were separated by ridges of dirt just wide enough for men to
walk in single file. Escape through the blistering shallow water was all but impossible.
Soon they came to a couple of fields that were dry and had apparently already been
harvested. Liberty continued forward on one ridge until their little band was about
halfway out between the last and the next flooded fields.
Jumping down from the ridge to the scorched dry earth at the bottom of the empty pit,
Liberty moved back and up close to the driver with a clear plastic bag filled with local
Ceti currency. Indigo signaled for the two M-squad men to get down into the pit also
placing his massive body between them. Looker and Rock took the outside positions next
to the M-squad men. As Liberty approached, the driver reached out to take the money. As
he did so, Liberty’s hands moved with catlike speed and yanked the gun from his hands.
In a flash the driver was trapped, gunless, in the envelope of Liberty’s massive arm and
chest muscles. He tried to wriggle free but the solid rock of Liberty’s huge body was way
too overwhelming for his small fragile strength.
With Black and White’s attention momentarily diverted to the surprising actions by
Liberty, Indigo made his move and instantly had the heads of both massively muscled
creatures secured in vice-like grips. The two men found their handsome faces trapped by
the sweltering muscle of Indigo’s diamond-hard lats, pecs and biceps. Liberty spun with
the driver still attached to the steel-plated cords of his chest meat as he signaled Rock to
take hold of Gray’s pointing cock. The vein-encrusted muscleman wrapped his stone-
hard fist around the huge shaft in a near-deadly handgrip. Looker continued to stand by
Indigo in case either muscle-trapped M-squad man was stupid enough to try and break
free.
“Now, gentlemen, I know you have come here to find me.” Indigo broke the confused
silence. “But, because of other commitments on our part, I’m afraid our meeting will
need to be all too short.”
Nodding to Looker, the ultra-handsome man moved away from Indigo and his captives.
He soon returned dragging a length of ship-anchor cable almost too heavy for his
considerable muscle to support. Looker’s 27” arms and 64” chest proved as beautiful
when pressed to flexed fullness as when they were free to flow languidly with model-
perfect motion. His cock seemed to grow harder at the thought of what he knew was
coming which only made its 14” hardness even more stunning to see. A pair of full-heavy
testicles swung rhythmically beneath the wrist-thick shaft inviting the viewer closer and
closer to the moistness of his tantalizing ass and sphincter.
Stepping in behind White, Looker wrapped the first part of the roping tightly around his
dark, forbidding upper torso. Heat and sweat poured from the massive American chest
and back. Looker seemed to appreciate his assignment to secure the steel-hard M-man’s
globed pecs and unfurled lats within the bindings of the cable. Once several coils of rope
surrounded White’s heaving chest, Indigo forced the massive African-American to sit on
the ground. Placing his foot dangerously on top of White’s stupendous erection to keep
him in place, Indigo carefully swung his other armload of great American muscle meat
around so that the two men sat back to back on the ground at the bottom of the dry
evaporation pond. Looker tied Black’s torso and finished with two more coils of rope that
linked both men’s backs together. Next he tied their feet so that they were unable to use
their legs to get up.
The driver continued to struggle within Liberty’s muscle-consuming clutch. His begging
to be released fell on deaf ears. Each time the driver moved Liberty clenched down on his
voluminous muscles causing more and more pain for the fear-filled driver.
“Please, keep you money!” The driver cried. “Just, please let me go!”
“You’re money is useless to me.” Liberty laughed as the bag ripped open and the ocean
winds blew the bills into a flurry of lost paper. “But your ass sure may have some value.”
Liberty reached down and tore the driver’s pants and undershorts from him exposing a
small, tight butt. The hugely muscled M4 Coven assistant forced his staggering cock-horn
up against the struggling ass cheeks forcing the two rises of ass meat apart. The giant
black cock head licked the driver’s quivering sphincter as Liberty used his battering-ram
cock to force the small, shaking man over to the nearby ridge separating two dry salt
beds. Pushing against the back of the driver’s head, Liberty forced the man’s torso over
the top of the small rise with the pink muscle-ring of his ass hole exposed and ready.
Using the dripping precum bubbling from the slit of his cock head as the only lubricant,
Liberty drove the end of his cock into the driver’s tender sphincter. The tiny man
screamed in terror as the pain of the initial intrusion shot through his body. The yelling
only seemed to excite the heavily muscled invader. White, Black and Gray turned their
heads away helplessly. Liberty’s monstrous musculature tensed with powering pleasure
as he thrust his hips forward and embedded his entire 5” wide cock head into the tear-
filled driver’s ass. The additional moisture around the driver’s sphincter to help let the
massive cock dig further into his overwrought intestine came for his own blood as
Liberty’s cock head and leg-thick cock shaft ripped the skin and surrounding tissue apart.
The muscles of the driver’s ass instinctively constricted in their useless fight to restrict
Liberty’s invasion. The power of Liberty’s steel-hard, enhanced cock was way too strong
for the weak driver’s butt muscles to resist. The huge chocolate wedge of widening cock
meat continued to plunder its way into the exploding intestine as Liberty forced almost a
foot of it into the bleeding man. Then, as brutally as he had forced his cock into the
driver, Liberty pulled all but the slitted end of the great cock head back out.
With his second invasion, Liberty ploughed the entirety of his cock into the driver forcing
the doomed man to bear the full 6” width of the root of his inflexible cock. What little
undestroyed sphincter tissue and controlling muscle had survived the first entry was now
totally destroyed. Liberty wasted no time in slipping into a continuous and rhythmic
pounding of his cock into the blood-spewing ass. The joy of the brutal and deadly sex
was etched onto Liberty’s smiling face and excited muscles. His tremendous strength
proved to be just as damaging to the unfortunate driver as the invading scale of his rock-
hard cock.
The sound of cracking rib bone beneath Liberty’s sexually aroused grasp filled that air as
the screaming came to a numbing stop. The massively muscled Coven assistant continued
his mindless cock-drive into the dead driver’s ass until orgasm-induced convulsions
rocked through all of Liberty’s gargantuan muscles. Cum and blood mixed together as
Liberty’s endless stream of man-juice spilled into and from the driver’s butt and down the
side of the dividing ridge of dirt. Liberty pumped his cum into the driver’s body until the
last drops had been discharged. Then he unceremoniously pulled his spent cock from the
dead man and used the discarded clothing as a towel to clean his satisfied red and white
streaked organ.
“ I have other plans for you.” Indigo spat at Gray as he took control of Rock’s hold over
Gray’s cock.
“Looker and Rock, take care of this useless carcass.” He added pointing to the dead
driver. “Then I’m leave you both to guard our bound-up friends here until, they too, have
met with their fates.”
Nodding for Liberty to come with him, Indigo dragged Gray along by the cock. The three
men climbed back up onto the small ridge and walked to the far end. White and Black
remained helplessly tied at the bottom of the salt pit with the peak of the dirt ridge about
a foot above their heads. When Indigo reached the far corner of the earthen wall
surrounding the pit containing the two M-squad men, he reached down and pulled up a
large flat panel of wood.
Seawater began pouring into the flat pit. As the three men disappeared from view, the
first lapping of burning salt water reached the feet of the two trapped Americans.
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