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 5

By:	JOHN


Wells massaged his own precum into the succulent skin covering his massive cock head 
as Antonio looked on. The pilot had just advised them that air traffic delays still had them 
about an hour from landing at the Bangkok airport. Wells, Antonio and Hong Tu 
welcomed the additional few minutes so that they could take the time they needed to 
relieve their painfully hard cocks. Besides, both Wells and Antonio needed a recharge of 
processed Ryan cum and, with Mark in the hands of the Coven, Hong Tu was their only 
option. Antonio had been a bit hesitant at first with a twinge of guilt over Mark but he 
finally concluded that Mark would not object to this necessary interaction with Wells and 
Hong Tu.

Wells continued to polish his precum into the glowing head of his highly charged cock. 
Hong Tu slid in next to Wells with his own amazing 28” organ arched all the way up to 
his lips. Slowly Hong Tu tongued the crimson head of his own hot cock washing it with 
his saliva. Then, inch by precious inch, he took his magnificent cock into his mouth until 
the entire head and the first few inches of the great handler-cock shaft had disappeared. 
Watching the slim oriental man sucking his own cock head like a huge cherry pop sickle 
with inches to spare was the most erotic thing that Antonio could ever remember seeing. 
He would need to remember this for his next experience with Mark.

As Antonio began to run his hands reactively over the far end of his own begging cock 
shaft, he could feel a new power both in his stroking arms and his hungering cock. The 
Italian’s eyes moved back and forth from the quivering horizon of his monstrously 
perfect pecs to Wells torturously beautiful flexing torso to Hong Tu’s impassioned 
sucking action. Antonio’s hands tried to grasp the full girth of this iron-hard cock shaft 
but the girth of meat only permitted the tips of his thumbs and middle fingers touch. 

“Have you played with just how powerful your M5 cock is?” Wells asked Antonio.

“No.” The handsome Italian answered.

“Then you’re in for a treat.” Wells smiled. “I can also assure you that being filled by 
Hong Tu is quite a treat to experience!”

As if knowing exactly what Wells wanted, Hong Tu slowly released his oral hold of his 
wet, glistening cock head. The starling length of handler-meat waved back and forth from 
Hong Tu’s groin like a giant skyscraper in the throws of a rhythmic earthquake. Wells 
rose from the comfort of his seat with every gargantuan muscle shredded diamond hard. 
His body was so consumed with muscle that Antonio, in spite of his own equal size, 
found the wealth of petrified meat to be almost incomprehensible. As Wells flexed harder 
and harder, his cock meat seemed to swell with the same striated intensity of the rest of 
his body. Hong Tu waited for Wells signal. When the massive muscle-god had all 40” of 
upper arm meat, 60” of chiseled thighs, 30” of ribbed calves and 8’ of staggering chest 
ridged and ripped to perfection, the trim handler moved in.



Down on the ground, two men dressed in loose fitting shorts were engaged in a workout 
at the small gym at the Bangkok Airport. Since the US Government maintained a private 
hanger at the airport, they had been given access to the gym while they waited for the 
arrival of a military plane from the US. Both men were exceptionally well built. In fact, 
Corporals Rod and Pole were members of the same division of the M-squad to which 
Black belonged. They were relatively new and both had recently achieved M2 level 
status. They were much more “rough-and-tumble” in appearance than most of the M-
squad men. They looked more like biker gang members with an array of tattoos and 
shaved heads then military men. Hanson had sent them in advance to check for clues at 
the Bangkok Grand Prix bodybuilding contest. 

With them now was the exceptionally handsome platinum blond contest winner from 
Eastern Europe, Fuxinov who they had befriended, as directed, because of suspected ties 
to the nebulous Coven organization. Their job was to lure the stunning bodybuilder to the 
gym so that he could be further observed but they were under strict orders not to interfere 
with his movements. Rod and Pole had spent every spare moment possible at the Grand 
Prix showcase and had secured front row seats to all the competition events. They had 
focused specific interest on the handsome Eastern European and had made many obvious 
overtures of questionable sexual nature. Fuxinov was a bit tentative at first but, by the 
end of the finals, seemed genuinely interested in getting together with Rod and Pole.

Fuxinov had told them that he would be leaving today and they invited him for a final 
workout here at the airport before departure hoping to learn of his destination. The fact 
that the award-winning bodybuilder was as marvelously handsome as he was superbly 
built for a “public” bodybuilder didn’t hurt either. Working undercover as bodybuilding 
spectators, neither Rod nor Pole had let on about their connection to the M-squad. 
Because of their tremendous muscle development, Rod and Pole had been careful about 
how much meat they showed out in public but had shown just enough to get Fuxinov’s 
deep interest.

When they met up about an hour ago with Rod and Pole in just a pair of tank tops and 
tight shorts, Fuxinov seemed pleased with his decision to meet them for this last workout. 
His new VIP status had seemed to open up many doors for Fuxinov including a bypass of 
most of the airport security system. Once in the gym, the three men stripped down to 
posers in nothing short and spent the first fifteen minutes engaged in mutual muscle-
admiration. The two Corporals had left word of their intentions to garnish information 
about the Coven from Fuxinov with the Officer-in-Charge at the private US hanger. The 
officer would call them on their cell phones once he knew when the awaited plane was 
about to land.

Fuxinov was still carrying much of the pump from his exciting Grand Prix victory on his 
330-pound body. His tanned muscles rippled with excitement as he explored the vast, 
unveiled muscle covering both Rod and Pole. The three men posed for one another 
pushing their muscles full and ready for their workout. Watching the various tattoos of 
chains, snakes and dragons dance across the two men’s expanding skin stirred hard at 
Fuxinov’s groin. Rod and Pole weighed with 350 pounds of luxurious meat carved onto 
their bodies. Fuxinov had known from the beginning that these men were big, but the 
scale and quality of muscle that adorned their virtually naked forms genuinely aroused 
him.

The three men started their workout with grueling sets of leg squats forcing almost half a 
ton of metal plates up and down with their thunderously crafted thighs and fissured ass 
cheeks. Ridged line upon ridged line of deeply cut striations curled across their legs and 
spread through the generous meat of their glutes as they worked. Each set ended with 
both a larger volume of exposed leg muscle and a larger bulge in their specially formed 
posers. Next they pushed their calves to a flushed 24” + diameter with high-rep sets of 
raises using 500 pounds of muscle-feeding weight.

Back was next. Bent over rows showed off their flexing butts to their best advantage as, 
one by one, the three men pulled another half ton of weighted barbell to their 
splendiferous chests. The mouth of the huge dragon etched onto Rod’s winged left lat 
grew to dangerous proportions as he sweat through the brutal sets of lat pull-downs. The 
tail of the mythical serpent looked more like a deadly club stretching over the broad shelf 
of Rod’s back muscle and around the winged meat of his right lat. Rod held his waist and 
lower back supremely tight as he knocked out his lat rows showing off the massive width 
of his immense back compared to the narrow scale and intoxicating ridges of his 
delicious waist and abs. The image of a tubular snake seemed to slither across each of 
Rod’s individually etched abs with each rolling breath.

Even though Fuxinov was thirty pounds lighter, he was also about 3” to 4” shorter. The 
smaller stature made his muscle mass look even more impressive than the two tattooed 
men. Just like in the deadly arm wrestling competition, at the Grand Prix it had been his 
upper arms that had garnished the most attention for Fuxinov. Both Rod and Pole had 
already noticed the stunning development and carved perfection of Fuxinov’s biceps and 
triceps during the back rowing sets. Now it was his turn to show them just how amazing 
his arm muscles were.

At Fuxinov’s insistence, the three massive men moved over to a wall of mirrors and the 
racks of dumbbells in front of it. Grabbing the heaviest pair, 250 pounds each, Fuxinov 
dove into a set of alternate arm curls that forced his biceps to explode to their full 26” 
rock-chiseled circumference. Rep after breathless rep tore the muscle in his biceps apart 
and forced them bigger and harder with each succeeding curl. Fuxinov could feel the 
pump surging through his petrified arm meat until even he could sense that his 
spectacular arms had to have been pushed to or near the 27” mark. As he watched himself 
in the mirror, Fuxinov also noted the rising mass in his crotch until the head his ultra-
solid 13” cock threatened to punch its way through the overwrought blue fabric of his 
poser pouch. His fisted balls dangled freely against his quivering inner thighs as the 
power of his hardened cock shaft forced the inner leg-lines of the fabric several inches 
from his groin.

Corporal Rod and Corporal Pole stared with drooling lust painted on their excited faces 
as Fuxinov finally slammed the dumbbells back onto the rack after completing 200 reps 
with each blood-pulsing arm. Then the two of them tried to copy Fuxinov’s example. 
Both yielded to exhaustion 20 to 25 reps short of the European’s accomplishment but 
with their arms amply pumped to respectable 26” of rock-solidified meat.

Pole couldn’t wait until they finally got to the chest part of the workout. He was very 
proud of his 64” of sculpted upper torso meat. This was his chance to show off his best 
body part to the handsome bodybuilder. Pole’s chest rose and fell several inches above 
his ribcage as he ripped his pecs through a staggering series of pec flies using 250-pound 
dumbbells in each hand. Countless deeply carved cables of muscle stretched and bunched 
as Pole forced his man-tits to overcome the tearing demands of gravity working against 
them. Quarter-size bands of metal projected from each shifting nipple. The presence of 
the nipple rings with the tattoo of chain stretched over his man-tits between them 
accentuated Pole’s brutal love for his preponderance of pectoral muscle.

Corporal Pole’s posers continued to swell with each rep of the chest muscle-building 
exercise. Finally the ability of the flimsy fabric to stretch any further met its match in 
Pole’s final set. His pushing cock tore the red cloth from his waist waving its own 13” 
name-matching salute to the pleased onlookers. Within seconds the great male-mast was 
firmly towered at Pole’s groin with its staggering 3” wide vein-reinforced shaft solidly 
upright.

“That’s damned impressive!” Fuxinov conceded to Corporal Pole.

Seeing no value in keeping his cock from enjoying the benefit of the fresh air, Fuxinov 
snapped his posers from his waist. His matching 13” cock was as handsome to look at as 
his face, and as frightfully muscled as the rest of his proud Eastern European body. 

“You think that’s something.” Rod barked out pushing his posers to the floor. “Then 
check this out!”

As he straightened up, so did Rod’s 15” ramrod cock. The shaft was as fat as Pole’s and 
looked as solid as Fuxinov’s frigid erection. It also showed how the 2” additional length 
carried the humongous glowing-hard cock head. A pair of orange-sized balls that 
appeared to be completely filled with ripe juicy love-nectar hung bountifully from the 
base of Rod’s man-piston. As if the cock wasn’t magnificent enough in its own right, the 
thick gold cock ring hooked solidly through the underside of Rod’s fat cock head made it 
all the more desirable to Fuxinov.

“Now that’s what I call a great M2 cock.” Came the surprising voice from the entrance to 
the gym. “It looks good enough to eat!”



The plane was still about 45 minutes away from the activity in the airport gym. Antonio 
found himself staring at the full, legendary glory of Wells waiting ass as Hong Tu 
positioned the head of his 28” cock up against the lips of Wells sphincter. Antonio could 
still see the shining head of Wells ramrod cock pointing down near the plane floor 
between the two pairs of opened lower legs. Wells massive cock crown swelled with each 
excited pumping beat of his heart. Having just seen Hong Tu take all of his own 
preposterous and beautiful cock head into his mouth moments ago had also pushed 
Antonio’s cock to an almost painful level of hardened arousal.

Hong Tu’s positioned cock was just and long as magnificent as Antonio remembered 
Marks to be. Sorrow over his missing lover momentarily consumed Antonio until the 
sight of Hong Tu’s endless shaft beginning its plundering of Wells unmatched ass forced 
aside those discomforting thoughts about the Coven and Mark. Inch upon precious inch 
of Hong Tu’s reddened cock shift slipped knowingly into Wells 650-pound unearthly 
body. With just over a foot of cock inside of Wells, the two men paused momentarily as 
they prepared for the next step in the infusion process between M-man and handler.

Every pristine torso muscle saturating Wells figure convulsed as he flexed his diaphragm 
and the inner surfaces of his abs, obliques, and glutes as only a well-trained and practiced 
M-squad member could do. Slowly Wells used the internal surfaces of his amazing 
musculature to reform his intestinal tract and redirect Hong Tu’s penetrating cock shaft. 
Antonio’s hands beat up and down the hot steel of his own cock shaft as Wells visible 
torso muscles rolled and folded to his internal endeavors. Sensations based on practice let 
Hong Tu know that he could proceed with his sexual invasion.

Another foot of cock felt its way into Wells anxious and wanting interior. This was 
enough to permit the two interlocked men to begin the friction-inducing drives that were 
necessary to draw Hong Tu to ultimate orgasm. Wells splayed ass cheeks and undulating 
abs turned into flexing visions of striated power as he worked his muscles rhythmically to 
Hong Tu’s surging cock thrusts. Several inches of the slight man’s cock shaft slid back 
and forth past Wells love opening with increasing rapidity. Each succeeding inward drive 
pushed more and more of the endless shaft deeper and deeper into the groaning muscle-
giant.

Antonio almost lost his load when he saw the last inch of Hong Tu’s 28” cock disappear 
into Wells accompanied by the sound of his balls slapping against the huge muscleman’s 
rear upper legs. The sound became a regular beat as Hong Tu worked his orgasm-close 
cock with unbridled abandon. Wells entire body became a great sucking muscle-machine 
as he tired to draw every embedded inch of Hong Tu as far into him as possible. Their 
motions soon became one wondrous and exotic ritual dance as both men moved to the 
verge of eruption.

Wells cock exploded first sending out a waterfall of cum spilling down onto the charcoal 
black carpet of the airplane. A white sea of Wells cum spread along the flooring as the tilt 
and speed of the plan pushed the generous flow toward the rear of the aircraft. As the first 
of the cum flew out from Wells satisfied cock, the inside walls of his muscles constricted 
with almost crushing brutality around Hong Tu’s begging cock shaft carrying the great 
organ to its orgasm. Hot cum shot through the embedded meat-cannon traveling several 
inches into the sucking intestine under the power of the eruption. Hong Tu, in spite of the 
throws of passion surging within him, carefully counted the orgasmic contractions.

When the third shot of cum had been fed into Wells swallowing body, Hong Tu wrapped 
his hands around the exposed base of his pumping cock with all the force he could muster 
to cut off the flow of the hot, precious cum. As the last drools of cum dripped from Wells 
spent cock; Hong Tu pulled his entire 28” organ gentle but quickly from the still-flexing 
ass.

Antonio knew that it was now his turn. Slowly, but deliberately, he pulled out the 12” 
dildo that he had previously inserted into his ass. He knew it would be important that he 
be ready to take Hong Tu as fast as possible. The insertion of the dildo had prepared 
Antonio. As Hong Tu hauled the last of his stunning cock from Wells, Antonio turned 
and positioned the bent-over posterior of his body toward Hong Tu’s cum-wet cock.



It had all happened so fast for Corporals Rod and Pole in the Bangkok airport gym. Only 
a few minutes ago they had thought that they were about to be in control of the situation 
with Fuxinov to permit them to get the information they desired. Now Rod hung tied to a 
high chinning bar with a thick weight belt draped across his cock. The metal buckle 
pinched the vein-ribbed skin on the top of his unflinching cock just behind the flared 
meatiness of Rod’s fleshy cock head. The cock ring carried a smaller hook in it with a 
five-pound weight suspended from it. A huge oriental man smirked at Rod as he dropped 
a first 25-pound steel plate onto the wide leather strapping hanging below Rod’s raging 
cock shaft. The pull the sudden application of weight sent a small shot of pain into Rod’s 
supporting groin muscles but the power of his great M2 cock held his organ erect and 
proud.

A second fantastically muscled naked oriental had just finished hooking both ends of a 
heavy chain onto each of Pole’s nipple rings. The cold metal of the chain caused his 
projecting nipple masses to stiffen. The monstrous preponderance of Pole’s pectoral 
development spilled several inches out over the up-pushing pressure of the padding on 
the arm curl support to which his seated body was now chained. The head of his solid 13” 
cock licked the vertical metal column that separated the vinyl seat from the angled 
curling pad. The staunch looking Oriental’s arm muscles of his captor flexed into huge, 
vicious balls of rock-hard meat as he hung a 45-pound plate on the chain connecting 
Pole’s silver-dollar areola. The burden of the steel plate was instantly forced into the 
sensitive chest areas as the nipple rings assumed the full impact of the weight. Pole 
tightened his chest muscles as the weight tore at the thin skin of his nipples. His eyes 
began to tear as the level of pain in his massive pecs grew by the second.

“Yes, that’s one impressive cock for a man of your development” Dr. Singh 
acknowledged while petting the fiery crown of Rod’s weighted cock head.

Sun responded to Dr. Singh’s nod by laying a second 25-pound plate to the on the taut 
leather strapping hanging from Rod’s severely hardened organ. The M-squadron man’s 
cock still didn’t budge from it’s pointing anchorage in spite of the combined 50 pounds 
of weight working against it. Rod’s distended lats flared slightly wider as the new weight 
ripped through his suspended body. The pain in Rod’s groin was brutal but his training 
kept him from showing his discomfort. Sun stroked the pistoned organ with an almost 
respectful admiration enjoying its heat-reinforced power. The first drippings of silvery 
precum began to ooze from Rod’s cock slit as Sun’s hands gently caressed its 15” length 
and overabundance of cock head meat.

By now Dr. Singh had moved over to Pole’s seated figure. Moon was busily toying with 
the endless array of striations chiseled onto the global surfaces of Pole’s impressively 
thick pecs. The petrified tit meat quivered as it fought to overcome the gravitational pull 
of the weight chained between his sweating areola and ringed nipple tissue. Dr. Singh 
nodded to Moon who hooked another torturous 45-pound plate to the intervening chain. 
Pole swallowed his anguished scream as he forced the flexing of his mammoth pec 
muscles as tight and hard as he could. The huge weight ripping through the nipple rings 
stretched the pierced openings almost to the point that Moon could have pushed his own 
little finger through the gap.

“So, gentlemen, you thought you might take advantage of our new advocate, Mr. 
Fuxinov, did you?” Dr. Singh taunted the two trapped American soldiers. “Well, it looks 
like it is we who will get to take advantage of you. What a fitting way to congratulate our 
new world bodybuilding champion and my personal body guards!”

“Gentlemen, I need to get aboard our plane with Mr. K. here. We have several calls to 
make before we depart.” Dr. Singh continued talking to Sun, Moon and Fuxinov. “You 
know what to do. Please join us as quickly as you can so that we can get on to our next 
destination.”



As soon as Antonio had himself in position over the back of the airplane chair, Hong Tu 
was in him. The endless length of the handler cock slid deeper and deeper into Antonio’s 
great insides while the slight man continued to choke his beating cum from escaping 
through his cannoned cock shaft. Hong Tu worked as quickly as he could; sorry for his 
inability to enjoy the penetration of the Italian’s stunning body. Antonio and Hong Tu 
worked together to redirect the handler’s cock around and through Antonio’s waiting 
intestine until a full two feet of the overly-generous shaft had been embedded inside. The 
pounding of Hong Tu’s pre-launched cum beat against the back of his clasping fists until 
he finally let go and permitted the creamy flow the freedom it sought.

“Gentlemen, we have been cleared to land.” The voice of the pilot interrupted. “Kindly 
take your seats and prepare for landing.”

They needed to finish fast now. The second half of Hong Tu’s benevolent cum flew 
hungrily into Antonio’s internal system to be sucked up as fast as his specialized body 
could ingest it. Hong Tu’s piped cock shaft fed all his remaining cum deep into Antonio. 
The smaller man worked for every ounce of enjoyment in the phenomenal Italian’s body 
that the limited time permitted. When the last pulses in his cock told Hong Tu that he had 
finished ejaculating, he slid his cum-polished cock from within Antonio and strapped 
himself into an adjacent seat across the aisle.

Antonio had to settle for finishing off his own release himself. He grabbed his cock with 
one powerful hand as his cum-filled ass hit the seat cushion. Using his free hand, Antonio 
clumsily fastened his seat belt with the strap tightly stretched between the bottom base of 
his cock and his heavy, round balls. Using the belt as a makeshift cock-ring, the great 
Italian body flexed and writhed as his hands worked the massive shaft of his begging 
cock. Just as the wheels of the jet made first contact with the ground, the first gush of 
Antonio’s cum made contact with the jet’s ceiling.



Sun and Moon were enjoying the role they were being given in the torture of the two 
well-muscled M-squad men. For the past year they had been virtually tied to Dr. Singh’s 
side day and night. Their only Coven-active ‘entertainment’ had been in watching Niel’s 
massive muscles grow to their magnificent M5-level over the past year and the use of 
those stupendous muscles in his training. The man was now a veritable invincible muscle 
machine capable of more destruction than even he realized. Sun and Moon had often 
brought themselves to mutually satisfying orgasm as they watched Niel demolish 
concrete walls with just the power of his 40” arms or rip multi-ton equipment from its 
floor mounting with just the strength of his 60” thighs. Sun and moon had left more than 
one trail of muscle-inspired cum on Niel’s 8’ circumference torso as he used their 
anxious, fist-fucked bodies as the weights to perform endless sets of pec flies.

Those had been the joyful experiences of the past year for Sun and Moon as Dr. Singh’s 
personal guards. But, first and foremost, they were trained assassins who had not had a 
good ‘kill’ in over a year now. Corporal Pole and Corporal Rod now awaited them. Both 
had extremely well-cut muscular bodies and the array of tattoos and ring piercings were 
just the right ‘icing on the cake’ as far as Sun and Moon were concerned. Now the two 
oriental killers turned their attention back to the two trapped, weight-straining men tied to 
the airport gym equipment.

Fuxinov had earned his right to be the first to enter the captive men’s bodies. Sun and 
Moon were busy searching Rod’s and Pole’s discarded cloths as Fuxinov pushed a flat 
workout bench up behind the Rod’s swinging body. It was his job to warm up the two 
American soldiers. Standing on the bench, Fuxinov pushed the stiff power of his 13” 
cock up against the base of Rod’s clenched ass cheeks. The wonderful butt muscles were 
squeezed very, very tightly as the swaying man used them to help in his struggle against 
the 55 pounds of weight hanging from his screaming 15” cock. Fuxinov pushed his cock 
into the dark cross etched into the rock-hard meat covering Rod’s butt hole. The soldier 
grunted his resistance. Fuxinov raised one arm into a mystifyingly beautiful fisted flex 
with all 27” of chiseled bicep and triceps filled with angered drive. He slammed his fist 
into the fingered erector muscles of Rod’s lower back. The man screamed in pain but 
refused to open for Fuxinov. The European bodybuilder hit him again and then pounded 
his fists into Rod’s sides just at his kidneys.

Finally the straining American relinquished enough of his clenching hold over his ass 
cheeks to let Fuxinov’s cock perform its task. The fat, hardened cock head ripped through 
Rod’s ring of sphincter muscle carrying several inches of Fuxinov’s thick cock shaft in 
with it. There was no more pleasurable experience in Fuxinov’s opinion than the 
sensation of driving his fully-heated 13” muscle-cock into the marbled ass of another 
well-muscled being. The feel of Rod’s 350 pound body grasping onto Fuxinov’s 
embedded cock as his body hung weighted, tortured and suspended was better than 
anything the Eastern European could remember. The muscles of the Grand Prix 
bodybuilder flexed and pumped along with each thrust of his excited cock into the 
captive soldier.

Sun and Moon had found what they were looking for. They could see how much fun 
Fuxinov was having and the effect it was having on the suspended soldier. Rod’s cock 
had turned steel hard. The belt and weights hung suspended from the rigidly cantilevered 
organ as if they were a mere trifling to support. The snake tattoo danced over Rod’s abs 
as the great curving plates of each etched stomach muscle rolled through pre-convulsive 
gyrations. Sun tapped the thrusting Fuxinov on the arm to bring him back to awareness. 
The bodybuilder reluctantly nodded and surrendered Rod’s ready ass to Singh’s first 
guard.

Kneeling behind the sweating figure of Corporal Pole, Fuxinov wrapped his generous 
biceps around the trim, well-muscled waistline and hoisted the American ass several 
inches from the curling machine seat. Positioning his cock beneath and below the 
exposed ass hole, Fuxinov relaxed his grasp letting Pole’s full 350 pound muscle-weight 
serve as the driving force to the entry of his waiting cock shaft. Pole screamed as the full 
length of Fuxinov’s organ burrowed into him. The tearing pain of the weights hanging 
from his ripping nipples was suddenly and viciously matched by that of the bodybuilder’s 
stony cock searing into him. Fuxinov rocked back and forth on the small seat twisting and 
turning the meat of his embedded cock inside Pole’s flexing ass. This continued for about 
two minutes until Moon stepped in next to the writhing couple.

Once Fuxinov had dislodged himself from Rod, Sun took the small military-issue cell 
phone he had taken from the man’s discarded fatigues and, flipping it open placed a small 
flat object inside the cover and closed it. Using three fingers, Sun shoved the phone into 
Rod’s stretched asshole until it disappeared. Positioning his cock against Rod’s swinging 
sphincter, Sun rammed the full length of his 15” cock into Rod pushing the phone in 
ahead of it. The phone ripped along Rod’s intestine until Sun’s balls slapped up against 
his screaming ass. Then Sun began to rock and sway his way toward his desired orgasm 
thinking about how much fun it was to be back in action again.

Moon was about three minutes behind Sun. He had taken the time to insert a flexible, 
plastic-looking strip under the cover of Pole’s phone before pushing the metal package 
into Pole’s butt. Moon loved his 16” cock and was especially please with it’s 3 ½” girth. 
Pole did not share this love as the massive organ pummeled through his gut with the 
sharp shape of the phone wetted onto Moon’s cock head by precum. The two oriental 
Coven guards seemed to settle into a parallel rhythm as they flexed and pumped their 
massive bodies and cocks against their captives. Fuxinov had moved to the head of Rod’s 
spectacular cock and was immersed in his tonguing and sucking of the slit at the end of 
the crimson-hard organ head.

Even though no one seemed to be paying attention to Pole’s cock wedge beneath the 
padded panel over which his globular pecs were suspended, he was the first to cum. His 
man-liquid sprayed and splashed around the vertical steel column of the curling machine. 
Before he had finished cumming, Pole could feel the heated moisture of Moon’s erupting 
cock in his gut. The power of Moon’s explosion pushed the phone several more painful 
inches into Pole’s gut. Sun was not far behind. The cum from his spurting cock soaked 
the casing of the phone as it tried to find a way around the blocking obstacle. As he 
pulled his spent cock from Rod’s ass, Sun found it to be drenched in the cum that had not 
found it’s way by the phone.

Fuxinov could feel the quivering of readiness in Rod’s tremendous cock as he sucked and 
stroked its diamond hard surface. Opening his mouth wide, Fuxinov was able to ingest 
most of Rod’s first streaming of cum. The second filled the bodybuilder’s mouth to 
overflowing. Fuxinov moved away and enjoyed the view of Rod’s fountaining cum as he 
swallowed what he could and wiped the rest of the cum from his handsome face.



From the message they had noticed on both of the American’s phones before inserting 
them, the Coven men knew they had to clear out as fast as possible. The messages could 
only mean the plane Rod and Pole were to meet had landed. It would not be long before 
the plane’s occupants came looking for the missing ’welcome party’. With a rude 
“Thanks for the sex” and smirking promise that they “would call soon”, Sun, Moon and 
Fuxinov left to catch up with Niel and Dr. Singh, leaving the two soldiers bounds, 
weighted and spent.



Hong Tu threw back the door to the gym as Wells and Antonio rushed into the room. 
Once in, they were immediately greeted by the calls of all clear and the need for 
assistance from Corporals Rod and Pole. Pools of cum had spread out near both tortured 
figures. Antonio climbed onto the flat bench and ripped the cables apart that bound Rod’s 
wrists to the chin up bar and gently lower the man to the ground. A weight belt and some 
weight plates laid in the pools of cum on the floor near Rod. Wells lifted the weights 
chained to Pole’s straining man-tits and unhooked them from his nipple rings. The 
quivering masses of Pole’s great pecs shuttered the beautiful relief. A second later the 
Corporal’s body responded to a different shutter.

“What was that?” Wells asked.

“My phone.” Pole answered. “They shoved our cell phones up our butts. I think mine just 
rang.”

“Can you force it out” Hong Tu inquired.

With that both free men began to crunch down on their chiseled midsections and lower 
backs as they tried to push the embedded phones back out through the lining of their 
pained intestines. Grunts and groans filled the small gym as Pole and Rod concentrated 
on their efforts. Pole’s internalized phone continued its muffled ringing. Their massive 
muscles became striated visions of perfect anatomy as they worked the inner linings of 
their abdominals and groins. Pole’s phone stopped ringing. For almost exactly two 
minutes the men pushed as best as they could without achieving the ultimate goal desired. 
Then a new sound mumbled through the air for a brief but disturbing second.

Pole crumbled suddenly to the floor with a loud thud as his body slammed onto the 
painted concrete. The red-black swelling around his lower midsection told the horrified 
viewers that his death had been caused by the detonating of the sheet of plastic explosive 
that had been inserted under the flap of his cell phone. Before anyone could react, a 
second vibrating muffled phone ring signaled a call to Rod’s still internalized cell phone.

“Two minute warning!” Wells spoke the obvious looking into Rod’s fear filled eyes. “We 
need to get that phone out of you…and fast.”

“Here, I think I can do it with this.” Hong Tu cried from across the room tossing a large 
metal flashlight at Antonio. “I just need your help getting this magnet off of it.”

Antonio grabbed the flashlight out of midair as it sailed by and ripped the protruding 
magnet from the side of the cylindrical shaft with an instant understanding of Hong Tu’s 
intention. Hong Tu had found the second item he knew he would need. Wrapping the 
duct tape with the magnet positioned at the end of his cock head, Hong Tu moved quickly 
up toward Rod. Rod wanted to protest but Hong Tu slapped him down before any more 
time could be wasted. He knew he only had one chance and, in spite of his concern for 
Rod’s pain, Hong Tu shoved about half of his cock into Rod’s reddened ass hole. Moving 
more slowly, Hong Tu pushed inch after additional inch of his endless organ into Rod 
until, with a slight jerking pull, he could feel that the phone had been drawn to the 
magnet.

Hoping that both the magnetic attraction and the tape would hold. Hong Tu slowly 
moved his torso away from Rod’s sharply muscled ass. He could still feel the pull of the 
phone. Inch by precious inch of sweating cock shaft emerged from Rod until only the 
head of Hong Tu’s cock remained inside. At Wells suggestion, Rod relaxed his sphincter 
as best as he could. The tape appeared followed by the magnet but the phone itself 
became dislodged right at the opening ring of ass muscle. Wells pushed Hong Tu gently 
aside as his fingers expanded Rod’s sphincter opening until he was finally able to grab 
the phone.

It had been 1 minute and 50 seconds. There were only ten seconds left. Not knowing 
what else to do, Wells threw himself down onto the floor of the gym on his back and 
stuffed the phone into the foot-deep crevasse of his magnificent pectoral cleavage while 
motioning for Antonio.

“Lay sideways across me and lock your pecs over mine.” Wells demanded with only 5 
seconds to go.

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