Titan
(Inspired by Master Titan on Yahoo 360. - redwolf aka slave_formuscle)
When I head the knock on the door, I was a little nervous.
I wasn't sure what to expect when I hooked up with this guy online. His stats
seemed so
unbelieveable; yet, I couldn't resist the sense of power that I picked up from
him when we
talked on the phone. Even his voice seemed so strong, so determined.
I looked out the security peephole in my apartment door. All I could see was a
massive
chest, or what I thought was a chest.
I unlocked the door and opened it. I gasped when I saw him.
He told me he was 6'5" tall and weighed over 360. But nothing could prepare me
for
actually seeing him standing in front of me. I'm only 5'6" and my face was just
about even
with his huge rounded pecs.
I looked up at him. He looked down at me, a serious and determined look in his
eyes. He
could tell I was nervous.
"Aren't you going to invite me in, faggot?" he asked, his voice low, deep,
booming.
I held the door open for him.
He paused for a moment, placing his massive hands on the door frame, flexing his
massive arms - the muscles on his biceps and forearms rippled. He wore a
sleeveless
shirt for a reason.
He pressed hard against the wood door frame; I heard the wood cracking a little.
He didn't
want to break it - this was just a taste of his immense power for my benefit.
He stepped in, bending down slightly to fit his 6'5" frame through the doorway.
I closed
the door behind me.
He confidently strolled into the middle of my living room, wearing a tight t-
shirt and jeans
and lace up boots, his rounded pecs slightly bouncing as he walked. He stood
there,
glaring down at me, his nostrils flaring as he breathed.
He hit a double-biceps pose, his massive chest expanding, rock-hard muscles and
veins
sprouting from his arms. He told me online that his chest was seventy inches -
almost six
feet around; at 5' 6", my whole body wouldn't even wrap around that huge chest.
His arms were incredibly powerful and massive - 25 inch biceps that looked
chiseled as
stone, his super-wide lats accentuating his deep pits, wet with sweat. My biceps
were
barely 14 inches.
"On your knees, boy," he growled.
I dropped to my knees, slowly, looking up, entranced by his huge, massive frame.
He
dropped his beefy arms to his sides and expanded his chest, the tight t-shirt
beginning to
rip.
"Lick my boots, punk," he commanded.
I bent down, licking his boots, worshipping him with my tongue. I heard the
shirt ripping
and looked up, seeing him flexing one bicep, admiring his mass and power,
ripping the
shirt with his beefy hand and dropping it on me. I got so hard, feeling the
shirt drop on
my back, smelling the sweat from his ripped shirt.
He lifted the heel of his right foot, flexing his calve.
"Worship me, boy," he said.
I moved my hands and tongue to his enormous calf - he said it was over 23 inches
around
and I could believe it. Even through the blue jeans, I could feel the ripped
muscle, feel the
veins pounding beneath my tongue. He flexed the other, and I shifted my mouth
and
tongue to his other rock-hard calf.
When I least expected it, he lifted his heavy foot from the floor and brought it
down on the
upper part of my back, bringing me face down on the floor with just enough force
to
knock the breath out of me. I looked up, seeing him slowly flexing a double-bi
and a
most muscular, admiring himself in the mirror on the wall of my living room.
"Fuck yeah. I could crush your skull, bitch," he whispered in a deep, low voice.
"Where's
that basement you mentioned."
I pointed towards a door at the far side of the room.
Before I knew what happened, he bent down and scooped me up in one arm, pressing
his
bicep and forearm hard into my back, forcing me against his chest, carrying me
towards
the basement. I could barely breath as I felt his massive frame walking down the
steps,
my feet dangling and my arms flailing as he carried me.
He threw me down hard on the basement floor like a sack of potatoes. I watched
as he
removed his boots and took off his pants and jock strap. Fully naked, his was a
huge
mass of power - 370 pounds of muscle on muscle. His gigantic legs looked like
tree
trunks compared to my matchstick legs. He flexed his thighs and they pushed out
his
rock hard cock and balls.
This beast walked over to me, flexing his arms and chest. He picked me up off
the floor,
putting his arm under my arms, his forearm hard against my neck. Pressing me
against
his body with one arm, he ripped off my shirt, shorts and underwear, tossing
them aside.
He plopped me on the floor and spun me around, facing him, his massive rounded
pecs in
my face.
He did a double bi, his nostrils flaring, glaring down at me. Then, without
warning, he
brought down his arms and punched me in the chest with his meaty fist.
I feel on the concrete floor, knocked back a couple of feet, surprised and
winded. He
knew what he was doing - it was painful, but he hadn't broken anything. He was
just
showing me who was the boss.
He stepped towards me, bent down and placed his huge powerful hand around my
neck,
slowly lifting me up and up.
I struggled - his grip was so tight, his arms rock hard with muscle, veins
pumping. I felt
myself being lifted off the floor. I couldn't breathe.
Just as I started loosing consciousness, he let go, holding me up tight against
his body
with his other arm. I struggled for air as he flexed his arm tight against my
back, crushing
me against his chest.
He grabbed my arm with his other hand, digging his fingers deep into my bicep
and then
in my forearm.
"Fucking matchstick, bitch," he growled.
He flexed even harder against my back and flexed his other bicep for me to
worship.
"Look at this, bitch," he said, admiring his flexed bicep, "like a flexed cock
ready to fuck
you, bitch."
He loosed his grip on my back only to grab my neck again with his other hand. I
struggled
for air, I flailed against his rock hard arm. I was passing out.
The next thing I knew I was screaming in pain. He had placed his hands on either
side of
my waist, pounding his hard cock into my ass.
Mounted on his cock, he walked over to the other side of the basement where I
had set up
my weight bench as he had instructed. He laid down on the bench and commenced
doing
presses. I could feel his cock inside me, getting even harder as he lifted and
did reps. I
had never taken a cock this large - it was so painful, but felt so good. I moved
my body
up and down on his cock as he lifted the weights.
After he was pumped and sweaty, he sat up on the bench, flexing his arms and
chest,
admiring his work. He wrapped his arms around my body, pressing my face between
his
pecs, flexing them hard against my face, almost smothering me.
He stood up, pressing against my back even harder, my legs wrapped around his
massive
flexed legs. He stood there, pumping my ass, harder and harder, crushing me
against his
body.
Then, I felt it and heard it - a broken bone. He cracked one of my ribs and I
felt a gush of
his cum in my ass.
I passed out.
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