TRIALS - Chapter 2
By: JOHN
Because of an undesired gap in the preparation process, it had been
almost a full month since anyone could face the chance to taste my
great body of muscle. At the sight of the eighth respondent to my
special invitation my heart declared that the wait had been worth
every minute. As he stood there before me, he glowed with the great
power of personally gained muscle and even greater potential.
He was already flexing his near naked body to pumped glory as he
entered the chamber. The door slammed shut behind him automatically.
As he stepped into the spreading beam of the muscle-cutting overhead
lights I gasped with want and anticipation. My heartbeat increased
with pure desire as my mind tried to remind me of his need to prove
his worthiness.
The milk chocolate coating of his unflawed skin made his muscles show
to their greatest advantage. The massiveness of his extraordinarily
huge shoulders and traps had filled the width of the oversized door
opening and radiated their immeasurable strength under the crisp
light. The face he wore was one of absolute serious conviction. His
brow was folded with determination over dark brown eyes. The tight
ringlets of his close-cropped black hair glimmered with sweat showing
like a great crown capping his broad facial features.
His waist was as narrow as his shoulders were wide and the promise of
his lat-spread drew me a step closer as he prepared to pose for me.
Whether from my extended hunger for muscle or simply from his
monstrous initial appearance, my want for his body was momentarily
winning over the cautionary warnings of my mind. His want for me
showed with every twisting twitch of his wonderful muscles being
offered for my enjoyment.
I nodded my initial pleasure about his flexing body causing him to
force his muscles to a significantly harder pump. I knew that the
vision of my naked body was sheer torture to see and I enjoyed
knowing how much he wanted to feel, touch and experience my
gargantuan muscle. But what he wanted was of no interest to me; any
level of personal care I had for him, or others, had been sucked from
me during my years of incarceration. All I wanted now was to secure a
deserving partner to share the muscle that I had taken with me from
the prison and was now mine to keep and to use.
As he dug his clenched fists against each side, I swallowed hard as
he unfurled the spectacle of his fabulous torso taper. His shoulders
grew even broader with etched cables of sculpted meat as they rolled
into vast hills of muscle capping the upper expanse of his flexing
image. He shifted the great domes of deltoid muscle forward forcing
the rise of his immense trapezius meat up to fill the space between
his mountainous shoulders and the vertical column of his striking
neck.
Once the great muscle of his torso was totally exposed, he turned
each foot slightly outward to push the swells of his quads into
stunning bows of oversized meat. The combination of upper and lower
body spread into an amazing hourglass formation made the minuscule
scale of his waist even more impressive. The only disturbance to this
astonishing presentation was the large mound of hidden man-meat
trapped temporarily in his skimpy posing trunks.
The great muscle sculpture posing for me began to move with the grace
of a well trained dancer into a most-muscular crab pose. The
shoulders and traps became nothing short of monumental muscle
formations in the process. The previously delicate waistline turned
stone hard with abdominal definition disappearing into the shadows
cast over his lower torso by the mounded muscle of his striated pecs.
The peak of his promising cock sack emerged from the shadows beneath
his quivering fists.
He obviously knew the strengths of his body well and wanted me to be
brutally aware of them. In spite of the cold want to consume his
muscle beating in my heart, my calculating mind had already decided
to focus his ultimate testing around his stunning shoulders and
traps. To have me, he had to earn me. His trial, like those who had
tried before him, would be as demanding and unforgiving as the one to
which I had been subjected so many years before. The only difference
was that he would earn his new muscle quickly and easily today
instead of having to endure years of painful experiments as a caged
animal.
He pumped the crab pose for all it was worth as I watched. Within a
few delicious minutes of muscle-carving posing, he was primed and
ready to be measured. I knew his height to be 6' even and his weight
to be 275 pounds. He had won many, many competitions and was renown
for keeping his body in near-peak condition all the time. Having seen
his pictures in so many bodybuilding magazines still hadn't prepared
me for the greatness of his body in the flesh. As I walked up to him
with the measuring tape in hand, my throbbing cock begged for him to
succeed. My heart didn't care anymore. This was all about my superior
muscle deserving only someone who could be my equal.
At my urging, he pushed one flexed leg forward and slammed his foot
against the floor pushing each and every cut of meat within his ample
upper thighs into chiseled view. I wrapped the tape tightly around
the widest part of his leg taking particular pleasure in the brief
contact between the back of my reaching hand and the bulge of his
clothed ball-sac. His thighs taped in at 35" around. I moved down
below his trim kneecap as he flexed offered calf muscle to a
wonderful 22".
Moving up, I reveled in the sensations of my fingers circumnavigating
his waist and stroking his flat-plated abs. I forced my gasp to
remain silent as the tape recorded his midsection at only 29" making
it one inch smaller than my own perfectly chiseled midsection. Then
he put his great lat spread back on display as I rounded the great
flexing muscle of his 60" upper torso. As he flexed into a wonderful
double biceps pose I concentrated my next measurement on the steely
flesh of his 17" forearms. The sharp splits in the meat of his biceps
and spring-coiled meat of his heavy triceps were the last exposed
body part to surrender their 22" of meaty sharpness to the tape. More
for my own satisfaction, I dragged the tape across the endless
expanse of his shoulders noting gleefully the 36" spread of solid
muscle.
When he finally discarded the shreds of his posing suit I drooled
with renewed want as his huge balls and wealth of cock meat spilled
forward. He showed no signs of resistance as I brought his chocolate
rod to full arousal with my tickling hands. I placed the tape along
the richly veined top of the inflexible protrusion of his excited
cock until the end of the tape bespoke its 9 ½" poled length. Lastly
I recorded the circumference at the anchored base to be a wonderfully
thick 6" around.
Then, as required, he flexed each of his wonderful body parts as I
invaded the veined density of each muscle with a syringe containing
the stimulating fluids that had been selected, collected and
processed with those that had been manufactured from my own genetic
juices by my previous captors. He winced briefly at the beginning as
the clear liquid began to course within his body. His body began to
shiver the signal of the chemicals working their way into every
muscle. I watched with growing excitement as each individual muscle
quaked while absorbing the enriching fluids deep into their cores.
He knew what to do and how to do it. I thrilled myself with the sight
of his huge back muscles flowing with graceful power while he loaded
the leg press machine with 1,000 pounds of plates. He locked himself
into position and knocked out a set of 15 squats so deep that his ass
and calf muscles were forced to fight to occupy the same space at the
bottom of the movement. The second set was no more of a challenge to
him even with 1,500 pounds loaded on the machine. The growth in his
upper legs and glutes was so apparent by the third 2,000 pound set
that he could not go nearly as deep before the power of his growing
leg muscles refused further downward movement. He groaned through his
fourth set. By the last set, he was pushing 2,700 pounds of metal and
his upper legs and ass were so phenomenally sculpted with chiseled
meat that it took all my control from raping him on the spot.
I stood behind him and swooned with desire as he worked his calf
muscles to their maximum growth potential. His ass muscles writhed
like piled tectonic plates of pure muscle as he forced his calf
muscle to lift over half a ton of steel up and down with each set.
For the last set, he locked his now-gargantuan calf muscles into
carved mountains of meat with 1,250 pounds loaded on the rack. He
finished his leg workout with rear leg curls that pushed both his
rear leg biceps and glutes to nearly irresistible proportions. By the
time he was done the monstrous explosion of muscle clinging to his
lower body and butt made his waist seem even smaller than ever.
He began working his back with weighted chin-ups. He wrapped a
massive belted chain loaded with 500 pounds around the smallness of
his waist and kicked the safety of the flat bench upon which he was
standing away from under him. His back formed into a gigantic "v" of
tapering meat as he hung suspended from the horizontal bar above his
head. His thickening cock and dangling balls protruded staunchly from
the hollow of his stretched lower abs as the huge weighted chain
ripped down along each side dangerously close to their excited forms.
He pulled his body up in one clean motion until his sweating head was
completely above the horizontal chinning bar and then he slowly let
the weights pull his body back down. By the fifth rep, the growing
width of his lats and deepening thickness of his various back muscles
was already evident. He continued to flow through pull-up after
amazing pull-up with no sign of tiring. By the time he finished his
thirtieth rep, I realized that he intended to keep going to the point
of failure with the 500 pounds attached to him. The first sign of
struggle did not appear until he had finished almost eighty reps. By
then, his back muscles were so amazingly pumped and had expanded into
a veritable sail of densely lined meat well over 3 feet across. He
forced himself through the last ten motions with an absolute resolve
to complete 100 reps. His body glowed with beautifying sweat when he
was done.
Dropping to the floor without bothering to remove the chained weights
from around his waist, his balls slapped loudly against the top of
the dangling plates. He walked across the short distance to the
triceps dip station and hauled his wonderful body, chained weights
and all, up onto the waiting machine and began to bombard his
triceps. The triple-headed muscles rose and fell as their massive
proportions grew both in immensity and definition until they screamed
for forgiveness.
Loosing the heavy chain at last, he turned and grabbed the 250 pound
dumbbells again and began to pound through rep after restless rep of
alternating dumbbell curls. He used 400 pound weights for the third
set and was up to 500 pounds in each hand for the fifth and final
set. His biceps had grown into great flexing soccer balls of thickly
veined muscle when he finished. As he slammed the dumbbells back into
place on the weight rack, he continued to flex his enhanced biceps
toward the mirror with a clear looked of supreme self-approval.
For his chest he chose dumbbell flies. I knew the joy well of the
feeling of having your pecs ripped apart as you tried to control the
individual heavy weights leveraged at the end of each extended arm
and got equal pleasure from watching him force his chest muscle to
its maximum limits this way. He did not hesitate to start with 250
pounds in each hand. By the third set, he was using 400 pound weights
and his chest had been ripped into stunningly shredded mountains of
pectoral magnificence. His dark skin was lined with the rivers and
tributaries of swelling veins emerging from within and meandering
across the arcing continental plates of his undulating tit-meat. The
fifth and final set forced the thickness of his folded pecs to almost
hand-deep and created a canyon of muscle-lined walls at the cleavage
point between the two great globes of meat.
As he moved toward the end of his warfare-like workout, he moved to a
flat bench carrying the 500 pound dumbbells. Straddling the bench
with his monstrous legs, he positioned his stunning ass into a seated
position on the bench with his heavy balls riding atop the meat of
his vast inner thigh muscles and his proud cock arcing high and solid
above the full spheres of his testicles. The huge cap of his cock
dripped with precum and reflected the stark lighting off of its
hardened crown.
Five sets of shoulder presses were flawlessly and stunningly
performed. The cabled meat of his superlative delts grew and grew as
I watched. He smiled to himself as much as to me with his knowledge
of their expanding development. The veining that reinforced the
muscles of his flexing upper arms spread thickly over the surfaces of
his writhing shoulder meat. Standing astride the bench when he was
done, he knocked out set sets of shoulder shrugs for his final
exercise. The wealth of his trapezius muscles turned into a veritable
treasure chest of defined flesh as he pummeled his body to the finish
line of development.
I wanted to measure the results of his workout as much as he wanted
them measured. Tape in hand, I moved in toward his newly re-muscled
body after leading him to the scale to record the 90 pound weight
gain. At 365 pounds, he had become the largest of the men to date and
every glorious pound of muscle was pumped and etched onto his
astounding new body.
His new thigh meat now taped in at 44" in circumference and his calf
muscles flexing up to 24". I was most eager to check his waist and
found it to still be only 29" of flat-plated meat. He pushed one
giant bicep skyward into a huge, fissured ball of steely muscle as I
recorded its 28" rock-solid dimension.
Then, at my wanting urging, he locked hands onto his hips and his
upper torso exploded with dense muscle to a breathtaking 70" around.
My hands shook with excitement as I carried the tape around the
unbelievable expanse of his lats, back and pecs. I let my fingers and
one hand dive into the deep canyon of his stone-lined cleavage until
my fingers had disappeared into the warm, moist depths of his huge
pec musculature.
Rising above all of this marvelous muscle was the capping glory of
his monstrous shoulders and chiseled traps. My longing hands explored
their diamond-hard surfaces as I prepared to move my attention from
his voluntary muscles to that most unique male muscle anchored into
his groin. He flexed his shoulders for me causing each individual
bundle of muscle composing the great giants to lock into a series of
curving, parallel ridges and valleys of stunning meat. I would come
back to these human wonders shortly but, for now, I needed to
complete the task at hand.
As I moved toward his crotch, one of my hands accidentally swung hard
against the side of his erect organ only to encounter an inflexible
post of granite-hard meat. The huge rod was so richly wrapped with
reinforcing veining that I could actually see the beating blood
pulsing through the sexually hungry member. I lingered on its top
surface, fascinated by the power of his aroused cock, as I placed the
tape along its full length. He was as obviously happy as I was when
the tape reported his cock to be almost 12" long now and 7 ½" around
at the base. Wiping a glob of clear precum from the mushroomed crown,
I licked its syrupy sweetness from my finger.
It was a hard stretch to get the translucent plastic covering of the
specially made rubber over the end of his cock so that I could entice
his milky semen out for safekeeping. His cock was hot to the touch
and the heavy veining proved to be a great friction-stimulating
addition to the equation as my oiled hands locked onto the great
shaft. He groaned under the spell of my rhythmic motion. His hips
began to sway as I increased both my lusting grip and the speed of my
desirous pumping. His wonderful new muscularity became frozen in a
display of rock-carved beauty over his entire body as the heat of his
groin carried him closer and closer to orgasm.
I could feel the texture of his cock grow still harder as the juices
of his manhood churned for release. I silently prayed that I would
have the privilege and honor to enjoy this man and this cock for more
than just this one time. His huge balls slapped against the back of
my hands as I worked the full length of his powerful cock shaft with
growing speed. I felt the internal quaking of his massive muscles
just as the first of several rich ejaculations forced their way from
his cock and into the waiting volume of the loose sack at the end of
the oversized rubber. With each firing of cum from his cock, his body
twitched briefly into an image of solid rock.
I slowly drained every ounce of cum from his hot organ before
removing the rubber and locking it away for safe keeping until it
could be mixed and processed with my existing special blend of human
drainings and used to keep my demanding body and, if needed, other
respondents, choked with spectacular muscle. I sighed with the
reality of the next phase of our encounter.
He was ready. I massaged his shoulders and trapezius muscles for him
as he flexed them to their primed level of enrichment. Selecting a
pair of steel fireplace log tongs, I encouraged him to flex his traps
harder than he had ever done before. As he sat, still flexed, I
locked one point of the tongs onto the front of the thickest part of
his traps and the other point in the same location at the rear. I
began to squeeze the handles with both hands and attempted to force
the pinching ends of the tongs into the solidified meat of his upper
shoulder.
He winced and murmured with obvious pain but the steel made no
progress against the density of his astounding muscle. I pressed
harder putting my superior strength into the assault. Still, his
monstrously flexed muscle resisted my challenge to its surface. I
breathed deeply and pressed harder still. A stifled scream remained
trapped behind his grimacing teeth as he fought both the invasion of
his hard-earned muscle and the pain. Closing my eyes, I applied every
last ounce of my power against his trapezius. A loud clang sounded
the failure of the steel against his marvelous muscle. The splintered
and broken steel tongs fell defeated to the floor.
In many ways his ability to endure such muscle adversity as that over
which he had just overcome reminded me of the old muscle gladiator
movies. I watched his vastly muscled body pose and stretch with the
pride of his accomplishment. His cock arched out heavily in a state
of retained semi-hardness and his shoulders consumed the space
normally occupied by the width of two average men.
As my mind sped through a series of different options for his next
undertaking, going back to thoughts of those grand old muscle-movies,
I led him to an area of the chamber where a huge flat boulder hung
about head high suspended by chains from a series of pulleys. I bade
him to stand beneath the horizontal stone tablet and directed him to
place the upturned palms of his hands on its bottom surface. Advising
him that this monolith weighed in at 3,000 pounds, I released the
chains from their secured position so that the full burden rested on
his hands.
He fumbled briefly for his footing as the great rock pushed down upon
his head. His shoulder muscles turned as solid as the material they
now supported as the granite plate endeavored to crush him beneath
its immense weight. His task was to hoist the rock into a straight-
armed locked position above him or face the consequence of his
failure. He groaned and moaned as his body struggled under the
unforgiving pressure threatening his very existence. Striations
flaired through the cabled muscle of his deltoids and traps as he
worked to both balance and overwhelm the great weight. His biceps and
pecs quivered with stupefied pressure as they sought to offer what
assistance to his shoulders that they could provide.
I swallowed my fear hard as his knees buckled briefly. Just when I
though he may have lost the challenge, his legs swelled with a
resurgence of muscular power and the heavy stone plate began to move
up from the top of his head. The cords and sinews of his gigantic
forearms writhed as if they were made of intertwined snakes all
seeking their freedom from beneath his dark skin. Sweat poured from
his brow and shined the huge swell of his pecs and upper back. Rivers
of moisture collected and ran around the deeply carved moat lines of
his defined abs and into the small of his back down into the darkly
muscled crevasse between his tortured ass cheeks.
The stone continued to rise as he took greater and greater control
over the challenge. The huge balls of biceps muscles elongated as his
arms began to straighten out. Basketball-sized rounds of shoulder
muscle put every monstrous fiber to work at defeating the crushing
weight. With one ear-splitting yell, he forced the huge stone aloft
with his arms locked straight and true above his head. Once
accomplished, I quickly locked the pulleys and chains back into place
authorizing his successful release.
My own monstrous cock was painfully hard from witnessing his vast
body of muscle in such stunning action. I was secretly pleased that
he had succeeded. Now all that stood between our pending life of
perfect muscle sex partnership was me.
I gently massaged his shoulders, enjoying the sense of heated power
within their sensationally pumped meat, as I explained the last
challenge that stood before him. It would be easy and simple. All he
had to do was to break out of my full nelson hold from behind his
neck. There was no option for failure. Only the promise of a life of
muscle bliss with me if and when he succeeded. He nodded his
understanding as I moved to his rear.
My eyes wandered over the expanse of his upper back and shoulders as
I shifted into position. It proved to be very difficult for me to get
my 34" upper arms past the exploded width of his unfurled lats and to
wrap my 23" forearms up over the endless rise of his stupendous
trapezius muscles. After finally locking my hands behind his head and
driving my own huge pecs hard against his sensational upper back, we
were ready. My monstrous cock lay wedged between the opened canyon of
my pectoral cleavage and the hollow of his spine buried deep in the
muscle of his back.
I counted to three and the final battle began. I wasted no time in
putting as much pressure as I could initially muster against the back
of his neck through my solidified arms and forearms. I nearly lost my
grip as his massively pumped traps and bouldered delts sprung into
action against me. It took several seconds of refortification to
regain my composure and my focus. The feel of his huge shoulder
muscles pushing against my struggling arms forced our intertwined
muscles to push out any and all air that may have been trapped
between our two granite-like bodies gluing our unflinching muscles to
one another.
Once a secured hold was re-achieved, I forced my concentration
completely into the task. As much as I desired him, I had no desire
to spend my life with anyone incapable of matching my magnificent
muscle power. My entire life had been devoted to creating and
sustaining the greatest body of muscle ever built on this planet and
to ensuring that only an equally developed man would be able to share
in the experience of my body and my cock.
I pushed again. His body reacted with its own renewed sense of power.
The smell of his sweat filled my nostrils as my face became lodged in
the back of his head. I pushed harder. He groaned as he fought to
respond. So far I had not even dimpled the surface of his staggering
musculature. I pushed again. A whimper of pain escaped his lips
briefly but he crunched down with his traps and delts to meet my
challenge. My own muscle-trapped cock and balls screamed in pain as
our two bodies molded more and more into one gargantuan muscle
formation.
I pushed again. I pushed twice. I heard the resounding crack as the
spinal cord in his neck was split in half by the power of my arms and
the pressure of my pecs forcing his bones out of alignment. I pushed
again and heard a second loud crack as the base of his skull was
forced into the back of his brain. I pushed again. This time I met no
resistance as he passed from life to whatever place lay beyond.
That night I brought myself to orgasmic release four times as my mind
and cock responded to the memories of his lost body in action and the
feel of my own flexing body. Sometimes it was hard to be judge, jury
and executioner. But I had learned well from those who had played the
same role on me.
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