SHARK BAIT
Brett sat at the table with the other judges, just having finished his posing routine as the guest poser
at the Mr. World Muscle bodybuilding contest. The all male crowd was still in an uproar from what they
had just seen, many of them still moaning and jacking off, never taking their eyes off of Brett's colossal
muscle body. This was the first bodybuilding contest ever held in the small Asian pacific island country,
and when the contestants had started arriving the week before their size and musculature created quite a stir.
The contest was limited to heavyweights and super heavyweights, so the bodybuilders ranged from 250 to 350
pounds of perfectly sculpted muscle. But nothing the islanders had seen so far prepared them for Brett.
Standing 6 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 650 pounds Brett was a walking muscle anatomy chart of perfectly
proportioned and incredibly dense muscle mass, the monstrous size of his pecs, biceps, lats and quads emphasized
by the seemingly impossible narrowness of his granite like waist and abs. Every muscle on his fabulous body
bulged out under his thin skin, with no measurable body fat anywhere. He was the most massively muscled bodybuilder
on the planet, the ultimate musclegod, and carried himself with the confidence of knowing that absolute fact. He
was also incredibly gorgeous, much more than handsome, with a classic American cover-boy face--deep blue eyes, thick
blond hair, high cheekbones, strong jaw and full sensuous lips-with smooth, totally hairless skin deeply tanned to a
golden copper hue.
The contest was being staged at the island's version of "Sea World", a modern, seaside facility modeled
after its counterparts in the States, only much bigger. The pool in the middle of the main amphitheater
was huge, 70 by 40 yards, and 40 feet deep. There was a concrete ramp wide enough for a small vehicle
that sloped down into the pool on one side, but it was only about 20 feet long and ended 10 feet under
water. Otherwise the pool was just one giant hole, but filled with the clearest water imaginable. Through
a combination of water filters and lighting, any one sitting in the arena could see a quarter resting on the
bottom of the pool-it was almost as if there as no water at all. The seating area completely surrounded the
pool in circular fashion, with the seats very steeply banked as they rose vertically from the pool level.
A temporary stage had been erected over part of the seats for the contest, but because space was so limited
a temporary walkway that had been erected over one corner of the pool was the only way for the contestants to
get back and forth to the stage from the pump room. It was very narrow, so that it was hard for two of the
huge bodybuilders to pass each other without turning sideways and leaning back, and because it was so small
the number of people that could be on it simultaneously was restricted.
When Brett first walked out onto the temporary walkway the packed arena fell totally silent. They had never
seen such a magnificent muscle body. Nor had they ever seen such an astonishing and amazing stud cock as
Brett's manmeat. Brett normally posed naked, but bowing to the host nations cultural modesty had agreed to
wear a posing thong. But it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The strings of the thong were so
thin they were nearly invisible, and the fabric covering Brett's manhood was so microthin it was shear, a
light blue material the consistency of a balloon, tightly clinging to his cock and giant balls, every detail
and every vein accented in light blue. The balls were the size of grapefruits, the cock 16 inches in its
constantly semi-erect state, thicker than a horse's cock by far. The mass of Brett's titanic quads pushed
his fuck equipment out in front of his stunning body for all the world to see its glory, and he reveled in
the thought that the 5 thousand pairs of eyes watching him were transfixed on his sextool. The fabric was
stretched out so tight the first couple of inches of his cock were visible at the root, making for an incredibly
sexy sight. He was to do his posing routine on the temporary walkway, and he slowly flexed his muscles as
he mounted it. It was only then that Brett took his first look into the water, and was surprised at what
he saw. Even though he had learned the island's inhabitants worshipped sharks, and that they believed sharks
were almost like gods, considered to be the most powerful creatures in the world, he didn't expect to see one
swimming below him. He especially didn't expect to see a 25 foot long Great White swimming below him, every
detail of the sharks body easily seen through the crystal clear water. He could have sworn the shark looked
up at him, its cold eyes filled with hatred, but laughed at himself for such a silly thought. At one point
he did, however, see the sharks teeth, which were enormous and razor sharp. Brett's huge body tingled with
anticiapation at being so close to the enormously powerful creature, and he felt a surge of power jolt through
his own mammoth muscles. The crowds screaming brought him back to focus and he began his routine.
The promoters had wisely prohibited the competitors from watching Brett's routine, because it would have created
the same sexual frenzy among them as it did with the crowd. At first Brett was disappointed to hear that, but he
knew he would be fucking most of them after the contest anyway. The crowd was nearly out of control. As Brett
went from one amazing pose to the next, his monstrous muscle body glistening from the layer of posing oil covering
it, the noise level kept rising. Brett kept pumping and flexing as hard as he could, forcing himself to grow even
larger, filling every mighty muscle with more and more blood. His body exploded with muscle power as he grew bigger
and harder, every muscle ready to rip from his beautiful skin. Clothes began coming off in the stands, and then
slowly at first, but quickly with a rush, the public jacking off began, something previously unimaginable in this
very modest country. But the power of Brett as a muscle sex machine was irresistible. Brett grinned from ear to
ear, and walked to end of the walkway where he had previously left a heavy iron bar the size of a railroad rail.
He gripped the rail and held it straight over his head and began to bend it into a loop. He took his time for
maximum effect on the crowd, which was overwhelming, but almost felt guilty for doing it-the rail was really no
test of his inhuman strength, but this was showtime and none of the competitors, much less ten of the islands
residents combined, could bend the rail like Brett. The crowd was still in a frenzy when Brett realized they
were taking up a chant, "off, off, off". At first he was confused, but then he smiled. He put his finger under
the tight fabric sheathing his cock, and looked questioningly at the crowd. They went wild, and with a quick
flick of his finger the blue poser was gone. Brett swiveled his hips to get his cock swaying, and then decided
to go for it all-if they wanted a show, he would give it to them. He started squeezing his nipples hard, then
began stroking his fuckpole. He was already dripping precum, and he used that to lubricate his enormous shaft.
In seconds it had grown to its full and wondrous 20 inch length, sticking straight up towards his massive mounds
of muscle pecs. He then picked up the rail and hung it over his cock, moving it up and down as he bounced his pecs
and his cock up and down in unison. Then with the rail still on his throbbing sextool he put his hands behind his
head and started to come, gallons of his creamy white manjuice spraying out into the water and onto the crowd. At
first the crowd went into a frenzy of screaming and shouting, but as he kept coming and coming, shot after shot of
his jism spraying the arena, it fell silent, totally in awe of the staying power of this sex muscle machine. After
nearly ten minutes of non-stop coming he ended it, did one last double bi pose and rumbled off the walkway, the iron
rail loop bouncing of his mammoth quads. The crowd fell back into the seats exhausted, but ready for the final
posedowns to begin. The giant bodybuilders were starting to line up in the pump room, helping each other with their
final coats of oil and last minute adjustments to their posing straps and thongs, most of them so skimpy it was hard
to stuff their cocks and balls into the tiny pouches of thin material. Some were getting horny with all of the nearly
naked muscle flesh surrounding them, getting hard and therefore impossible to contain themselves in their posers.
Those guys would then jack off to soften up, leaving a sticky residue of cum on the floor for all to walk through.
It was also time for one of the local rituals, feeding the Great White. A small specially built truck backed down
the ramp into the water, and seals were pushed out from its back one at a time. Unaware of their fate, the seals
were happy to leave the confines of the truck, throwing their 150 pound bodies into the beautiful water with abandon.
When the Great White made its first test pass by a seal, it was too late, and besides, there was no place to escape.
On the second pass the seals were eaten, sometimes whole, sometimes bitten in two, but all five of them were hungrily
snapped up by the killing machine in just a fey short minutes. Usually the shark got 10 seals per feeding, with each
gobble being cheered wildly by the crowd, but they were so worn out by Brett's muscle and sex show they hardly noticed
that this time the shark only got 5 kills. And besides, the contest was beginning.
The body builders began the initial parade to the stage, all of them magnificently muscled and beautifully tanned
and oiled for maximum muscle presentation, wearing only the scantiest posers and posing thongs. Since the stage
was so small the bodybuilders were to march across the walkway, do a few poses on the stage, and then walk back across
the walkway to the pump room where they would be broken down into smaller groups. They were all so pumped for the
contest none of them even noticed the huge menacing shark in the water directly below the walkway. Once the first
bodybuilders in line started coming back across the walkway it got very crowded, and the promoters seemed to be doing
little to control the number of gigantic bodies piling up on the flimsy walkway. Brett was eyeballing Mr. Germany
and Mr. Philippines, who were standing next to each other in the middle of the walkway, as the two lines bodybuilders
were trying to struggle past each other. Mr. Philippines was gorgeous, not one of the bulkier competitors, except
for his quads, which were enormous slabs of beautiful exquisitely defined muscle. He appeared to be of mixed
Philippino and American heritage, and looked very exotic, shiny black hair and deeply tanned skin. Mr. Germany
was the biggest competitor, and he was a monster. His chest was something to behold, deep and thick with perfectly
formed pecs and huge protruding nipples. Classically Germanic, with blond hair and blue eyes, he was the contest
favorite. He was also clearly the favorite of Mr. Philippines, who was staring unabashedly at his enormous genitals
barely covered by his skimpy posing thong. Mr. Germany rubbed his crotch, and the two smiled at each other. Then it
happened.
With a loud roar of grinding metal and snapping wood the walkway collapsed into the pool, sending 10 of the best
built musclemen in the world flying into the pool of death. Brett stood up immediately and ran to the side of the
pool, shocked and horrified at the crowd's reaction-they were on their feet cheering, as if this was a part of the
night's entertainment. Mr. Germany had hit his head on the falling debris as he tumbled into the water, and was
floating on his back, dazed but conscious. Lying peacefully on his back he looked spectacular, his huge arms resting
at his side, his massive legs spread slightly apart to give everyone a clear view of his giant manmeat so clearly
outlined under his wet posing thong. His monster pecs of perfectly formed muscle jutted out above the waterline,
and his beautiful nipples were pointing straight into the air when the Great White attacked. Rising up out of the
water its huge jaws bit at the German bodybuilder, but his mammoth upper torso was much bigger than the shark was
used to. The shark opened its deadly jaws as wide as it could and chomped down on the massive muscleman, shaking
him like a rag doll. It took several attempts, but in a matter of minutes the razor sharp teeth ripped and shredded
the magnificently perfect pec muscle that had taken years of lifting tons of weight to grow and build. Mr. Germany
was flexing as hard as he could and his muscle was so dense the shark couldn't bite cleanly through it, but with a
continuous grinding motion exerting the force of a car crushing machine it smashed the ribs, the snapping of the bones
echoing throughout the arena. The German let out a single long cry, but then was gone, swallowed whole by the killing
machine. The crowd roared. By then the other bodybuilders realized what was going on, and were desperately trying to
get out of the pool, but the steep sides made it impossible to climb out. Mr. Philippines began swimming across the pool
for the ramp, but despite his powerful strokes was no match for the huge shark. At the last moment the exotic muscleman
kicked out his right leg, which was immediately grabbed in the shark's powerful jaws. The massive quad was bitten in two
in one bite, the shock and terror on Mr. Philippine's face visible through the clear water. Almost before he could even
feel the pain the shark was back, biting off the second mammoth leg, then swallowing the rest of the beautiful physique
in three huge gulps. Brett couldn't believe that no efforts were being made to help the other bodybuilders out of the
water. He sucked in several huge breaths of air and dove deep into the pool.
Two of the musclemen were trapped under the fallen walkway, their struggles to break free slowing down as
they neared drowning. Brett's powerful strokes brought him quickly to the bottom, where he lifted the tons
of steel framing off the two trapped musclebodies and pushed them to the surface. He knew that the sound of
his huge mass hitting the water would draw the shark to see what bigger prey was available, and so he hooked
his foot around the debris to anchor him to the pool floor and waited. He saw and felt the giant beast simultaneously,
the water being churned up by the powerful force of the killing machine rushing towards him. He knew the shark would
make one test run close to his body, and he also knew that may be his only chance to win this fight-he could already
see the rows of huge teeth glistening from the monster's jaws. The Great White slowed as it approached Brett, letting
its gigantic body bump against Brett's. As soon as the head was past him Brett lunged, wrapping his huge arms and
mammoth legs around the shark's body. The shark's skin was very smooth, with nothing to grip onto, so Brett had to
squeeze mightily just to hang on. He dug his heels into the sharks side and began putting enormous pressure on the
great fish's sides. Enraged the shark shot forward with a burst of speed, trying to shake Brett off. It twisted its
great body from side to side, and dragged Brett over the steel debris on the pool floor, but without success. The steel
batterd his massive mucle body, but it did not knock his grip loose. Then suddenly Brett felt a sucking sensation
along his cock, which was pinned between Brett's body and the sharks. He remembered that sharks had both male and
female genitalia, and realized this must be the shark's fuckchute. The sucking sensation was making him hard and
horny, and he lowered himself slightly down the shark's body, pulled his hips back and drove himself in. Once he
was inside the shark the sucking increased immensely, and the sensation was exquisite. It took a great deal of
strength to pull his hips back and get into a stroking rythym, but Brett was into it, fucking the shark like crazy.
The shark then rolled over on his back, and Brett then felt something huge trying to penetrate his hole, the shark
having extended its clappers in an effort to fuck Brett back. Brett spread his beautiful glutes and opened up,
amazed at the size and length of the shark's dick. He let it push itself in over 20 inches, filling his insides,
before he clamped down and resumed his own humping and bucking. Every muscle in his awesome back was rippling and
bulging as he used them to continue pile-driving his fuck pole hard into the shark. He wondered what the fans were
thinking now, watching the massive muscle god fucking the brains out of the even more massive god they worshiped.
He needn't have wondered, they were in awe. The entire arena was silent as they watched the incredibly muscled
bodybuilder mate with the Great White, as the musclgod had his way with the powerful monster. The bodybuilders in
the water had all safely swam to the ramp and pulled themselves out of the pool, and despite their recent terror
joined the other bodybuilders in coming all over themselves at the incredible site. But Brett was feeling a tightness
in his lungs, and knew he would not be able to hold his breath much longer. Brett's fuckpole was hard as steel, and
he was moving it around inside the shark as much as possible to tear up its insides. But at the same time he was
enjoying an incredible fuck, his entire muscle body flexed, his hips pounding away to force his fuck tool into he
shark over and over again. He finally let himself come inside the shark. He forced himself so far into the shark
that even his grapefruit-sized balls were pushed into the shark's hole, and he could feel the shark's body being
compressed by the vise-like grip of his massive arms and legs. Even the gallons of a monstrous Brett orgasm were
lost in the huge mass of the sharks' body. Not so in the reverse, and the shark filled Brett's ass with so much cum
his abs were pushed out over his bloated insides, with gallons more being shot back out of Brett's hole. Despite the
intense suction locked on his stud cock, Brett pulled out and started pulling himself up the shark's body, which was
tiring out from all the exertion and pressure being caused by Brett. Brett knew that the shark's muscles used to close
its jaws were remarkably powerful, able to chomp through thick steel, but that the muscles to open the deadly jaws were
comparatively weak. When Brett was nearly level with the shark's jaws, he squeezed his mighty legs and titanic arms into
the sharks sides as hard as he possibly could, feeling the structural cartilage and mass of the sharks muscles collapsing
from his incredible strength. The great White shuddered, and slowed to a near stop. The sharks giant dick was still up
Brett's ass, but it was losing its hardness and soon popped out. Brett moved up to the huge jaws and engulfed them in
his arms, crushing them together with such might that the teeth were breaking off against each other. The shark tried
to open its jaws to bite at Brett, but couldn't overcome Brett's muscle power. Brett then began moving the lower jaw
from side to side, grinding down any remaining teeth and ripping the powerful jaw muscles apart. By now the Great
White was nearly motionless in the water, and Brett pried open the mighty jaws, dislocating them and breaking the bones.
The shark rolled over on its back and began to sink in the water. Brett grabbed the great dorsal fin, however, and using
his own massive body as support began swimming the nearly dead shark over to the ramp. When Brett's feet hit the concrete
of the ramp he bent over, and balanced the mammoth body of the Great White on his back. He slowly made his way up the
ramp, the dead weight he was carrying growing overwhelming as more and more of the fish's body was lifted out of the
water. By the time the shark's body was entirely out of the water Brett's massive quads and back were on fire from
the tonnage he was carrying, a weight that even Brett was surprised he could carry. When his own head emerged from
the water Brett exhaled with such force it nearly forced him to his knees, but he was determined he was going to
beach the shark at the top of the ramp for all to see. He smiled at the potential irony: having killed the shark
in battle only to have the shark's dead weight crush him into the concrete to drown. Step by agonizing step he
climbed the ramp until he was able to finally drop the Great White on the lip of the pool. Brett noticed his
distended belly and pulled in on his abs, forcing the shark's jism out his ass and flattening his amazing midsection.
The arena was silent as he turned to the bodybuilders and did a magnificent double bi pose, his chest still heaving,
but every mighty muscle pumped to the max. Those that weren't immediately in the middle of jacking off all clapped
and cheered, amazed at the massive super muscle god that stood before them, and hoping to catch his attention for
future sex. Brett then turned back to the shark and ripped the dorsal fin clean off, hurling it into the stands.
He was starving, and started ripping huge chunks of shark meat off the just dead body, gorging himself on the freshest
of sushi. Having satisfied himself of one hunger, Brett then headed to the pump room to satisfy another.
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