TRIALS - Chapter 6
By: JOHN
The first thing I noticed on Number thirteen as he entered the room
was the amazing mass of his superlatively structured pecs. I had
always had a weakness for a man with great pecs. His, of course,
paled in comparison to my mammoth male mammary muscles but his were
about the best un-enhanced mountains of pectoral development I had
ever seen. The shadows cast over his hard, flat abs by the
preposterous cantilever of solid meat reached all the way down to the
blue line of his thinly strapped posing trunks.
I could see that he was as enamored with his existing pectoral
development as I was. His file told me of his passionate drive to
build the biggest and best chest in the world of muscular
development. His stance and posturing to show his pecs off to their
greatest advantage merely reconfirmed that analysis.
The shape of his sharp facial features made it impossible for me to
discern which part of eastern Asia served as his ancestral homeland.
His hair was straight and black with golden highlighting that he knew
added to his exotic appearance. As his eyes focused to the stark
lighting of the chamber and the image of my overwhelming muscularity
came clearly into view his pecs quivered their excitement at the
sight of my phenomenal form. My cock began to jump with each erotic
twitch of his massive pec meat as his mind absorbed my spectacular
muscular beauty.
Then a second shadow line began to form horizontally across his lower
abs as his packaged cock began to respond to my endless physical
perfection. The swelling of his encased maleness pulled the band of
his posers further and further from his tightly muscled waist until
its meaty circumference spilled out from behind the thin blue
material sheathing. The nipples on the center of each chewy areola
pointed out its desire directly toward me. The brown plates of his
excited tits danced over the quaking surface of his cabled lower pecs
as they flexed their want at me.
His face was not unknown to me. It adorned a number of different
supplement containers for companies with which he had contracts. His
unique volume and the invitation of his great pecs had caught the
attention of several manufacturers who were smart enough to know the
value of appealing to an increasingly large Asian male population
into muscle development. I suppose he was handsome but to me he was
just another face in the line of men who wanted to possess me and my
muscle while trying to grow as big as me in the process. As I watched
the glory of his bountiful pecs in motion, I found myself lusting for
what would happen to the delicious man-tits in the next few hours.
I encouraged him to begin his warm-up with as much nonchalance as I
could display. The lengthening of my wanting cock had already given
too much of my desires away. He smiled his acceptance as he carried
all of his 5'-7" body into position to do a series of pec-pumping
push-ups. His shoulders were broad and sharply rounded with thick
deltoid muscle that cut into a pair capping cables of writhing muscle
as he pushed his way through over 100 push-ups in preparation for his
initial measuring. From my position, I could see the growing pouch of
his packaged cock being pushed with increasing thickness into the
hardness of the floor as he reached the bottom of each movement.
When he was done with the push-ups, he flipped over onto his back;
raised his extended hands high above his head; and began forcing his
torso and legs up from the floor folding his body into a perfect "v"
with his pointing fingers reaching up to his equally pointed toes.
His abs and legs became visions of lined muscle as they worked
through the stiff-legged crunches. Each time he spread his 240-pound
body out across the floor, the huge swell of his hardening cock-
package rounded high into view and expanded until it did not seem
possible for the blue fabric to remain in tact.
Sweat poured from his steretched and primed body. When he stood ready
for me, I found myself wanting to lick the glow from his pumped
muscles. The invasion of his sweat into the material had made the
blue of his posing trunks several shades darker. His pecs heaved with
petrified power as he worked to regain his breath. Carrying the tape
with me, I moved up to his glistening figure and, without a word,
ripped the overwhelmed posers from his body.
His cock rose to rigid attention even before the torn rags of fabric
had hit the floor. It looked as if had been carved from the finest
brown jade as it arced out from his shaven groin. I laid the tape on
top of the hot organ surprising myself with the solidity of his
hardened member. Pressing the tape onto the reflective surface of his
smooth cock, my hands met considerable resistance as he flexed back
against my presence. The fat corona was spongy-hard to my feel. His
body convulsed the sensitivity of his handsome cock head as my
fingers teased its surface with the tape. He beamed confidently at
the 9" measurement.
My next surprise came when he took the tape into his own strong hands
and lifted it up to his overpowering pec meat. My hands joined his
and the tape on top of the thick muscle of his left pec. He
immediately constricted his pecs so that every fibrous cord of steely
muscle erupted into view as he crunched down on their fullness.
Showing extraordinary control, he manipulated his man-tits through a
series of tantalizing undulations with both my hands and eyes
absorbing every subtle and erotic movement. He continued to assist me
as I forced the tape around his starkly flexed upper torso and
recorded its 57" girth.
Next to the fabulous beauty of his pecs, his triceps were a close
second. Even when he brought one arm up into a rock-like biceps pose,
his triceps hung full-bodied and steely-hard. Heat poured from his
flexing arm muscles as I glued the tape onto their sweaty form. His
biceps were sharply lined and heavily split. The veining feeding
their vibrant muscularity was as wonderfully proportioned as the
biceps and triceps meat. I languished over their 23" hardened
circumference as long as I dared before taking the tape down to the
unbelievable smallness of his waist. When he sucked in his already
flat stomach, I was astonished as the 27" measurement that made it
significantly less than half the size of his massive chest. The scale
of his tiny waist made his pecs and cock look all the more
overpowering in scale.
His legs were no less balanced in scale on his silky body with their
33" thighs and 22" columned calf muscles. It almost seemed a shame to
play with his proportions but, like the others, he came here for a
chance to get two things: me, and as much additional muscle as
possible. I gathered the case of syringes and began the process of
feeding his waiting muscles with their precious contents.
As I inserted the sharp needles into muscle after sucking muscle, I
smiled at the both process and circumstances that had built my
unique, unbelievable body. I didn't know all that much about the
science involved, I just knew that it worked and that those who had
been retained to invade my body with their experimental fluids by
those who had held me in their futile prison now worked for me. It
was amazing what a little money and an occasional hour of promised
muscle-worship for those nerdy scientists who had created my body
could buy. In my case it had bought my freedom and my chance to
create another muscle-creature worthy of me.
I left the last two needles for the polished muscle-globes of his
pecs. I pushed the needle deeply into the thickest part of his meaty
left pec twisting it slightly from side to side as the slivery dart
disappeared into the bulbous man-tit causing it to tense around the
invading metal. I didn't release the enhancing liquid into the core
of the massive pec until it had consumed the entire length of the
needle.
When I got to his right pec I just couldn't resist the temptation! I
squeeze the outer lining of his deep brown areola forcing his excited
nipple to rise up hard between my tweaking fingers. Placing the tip
of the last needle at the stiffened end of his trapped nipple, I
slipped it in slowly. His whole pec froze solid as I worked the thin
line of cold steel into his tit almost wrenching the sensitive brown
tissue from my controlling hand. I could feel the instant resistance
to the penetration as he crunched down on the underlying pec muscle.
I continued to slide the needle inward until I was satisfied that it
had deeply penetrated the voluminous meat and then I filled the thick
muscle with the contents of this last needle.
His entire body was already quaking with the initial effects of the
absorption of the fluids into his blood system and feeding muscle
cells. I loved this part of the show! His body shook violently,
especially his ripe pec meat. Almost instinctively, I cupped the
wealth of one quivering pec in my hands just so that I could enjoy
the sensation of his muscle sucking the enhancing juices into the
very core of each fiber. Within a few short moments, the contorting
reaction had ceased and he was ready to begin his exercise regime.
He had a reputation for interesting training techniques with his
workout partners and wanted to get his lower body out of the way
first. At his request, I stood straddled on two parallel flat
benches. For a moment he stood just in front and beneath me just
staring. I understood the affect that seeing my supernaturally
muscular body pedestaled before him was an overwhelming spectacle.
The density of the staggering amount of muscle enveloping my 5'-10"
tall, 435# body was so perfect I didn't even need to flex to bring it
into sharpened focus. The power of my 43" thighs and 28" calf muscles
columned in his face with the fully aroused power of my 16" cock
poised and threatening was enough to strike fear into the heart of
any viewer.
Understandably, his hands reached out to stroke the brilliant
stiffness of my rodded cock and ripened fruit-sized balls. His eyes
widened with expected shock when his feel encountered a cock as hard
as a hot steel it beam. I let him toy with it briefly; trying to move
it from its mounted anchorage to my brutally muscled shaved groin. I
shook my head in warning when his fingers moved toward the slitted
opening at the sensitive end of my reddened corona. Reluctantly he
complied and turned his attention toward his own exercising needs.
Turning to face in the same direction as me as he stepped under the
tower of my hugely muscled body, he positioned his shoulders behind
my thundering thighs and below the striated mountains of my sharp
glutes. I forced my cock painfully to one side of his head as I
settled down onto the stiff triangular muscularity of his shoulders
and traps. He locked the tough volumes of his arms around the greater
circumference of my lower legs trapping them between his steely
biceps and diamond-hard pectoral swells. My cock slapped hard against
one ear as he lifted me from the benches and absorbed the fullness of
my staggering weight.
Moving away from the benches, he began the first of his desired
squats. Our bodies moved up and down together as his legs and ass
muscles forced us through a series of deep, growth-enhancing reps. I
could feel the hardness of his upper body muscles as they jockeyed to
adjust the center of my burdening weight on his shoulders during each
rep. His trapezius muscles pushed against my spreading ass cheeks as
if trying to force their way toward my unveiling sphincter. My balls
massaged the back of his neck with each forced adjustment in
position. My cock beat against the side of his head with the greater
part of its astounding pole length projecting well beyond the front
of his sweating face.
I held on to the top of his head for great balance as he continued to
pound through his amazing set of muscle-weighted squats. I could feel
the sweat slipping between my lower legs and his heaving pecs and
arms as the heat of the workout bathed his struggling body in warm
moisture. I had tried to keep count as our vast, interlocked
muscularity traveled from rep to rep. It wasn't until over 100 reps
were completed before the first quivering of pending failure shook
through his steeled body. He forced his way through another ten reps
before delivering me back onto the adjacent benches.
He stepped away long enough to grab a towel to dab some of the
polishing wetness from his brow and body. His legs were monstrously
huge. I had watched the growth evolve on his predecessors; it was
quite erotic to witness the shocking results of the last few minutes
without having the benefit to participate in the growth observation.
His thighs and calf muscles were lined with anatomically sculpted
meat and fortified with a glow of reinforcing veining. His calf
muscles were veritable columns of balled, fluted meat. More than
anything, his ass had become a vision of shifting rock as he moved.
The huge gluteus muscles danced against one another as they fought
along the inviting chasm line dividing them.
Next he sought to deal with the potential power of his arms. Tossing
the towel at me, he asked me to take a strong hold of the center of
the coiled fabric. I stood ready with the towel in hand as he turned
away from me and knelt down in front. He raised both elbows up
against the side of his head as I placed the loose ends of the towel
into his grasp from behind. Using my imposing strength as his
challenge, he started his first of a muscle-building set of triceps
extensions.
The great rounds of divided triceps muscle arcing over the bottom
side of his upper arms swelled into lined springs of cabled meat as
he struggled against the force of my endless power. As he worked out,
his muscles expanded right before my view. With each rep I had to
readjust the level of my resistance. As his strength grew along with
the scale of his monstrously sharp muscles, I found a struggling
sweat beginning to pour from my fighting body. He kept working and
calling to me for more and more resistance as his drive for growth
took control of his muscle-feeding need. After 200 reps, he let go of
the towel and collapsed briefly onto the floor. His triceps had grown
to rival the scale and density of his legs and ass.
Following his lead, we were soon face to face with the padded panel
of a preacher curl bench between us. Using the same towel, I knelt on
the floor in front of him as he began to force his biceps through a
tantalizing curling workout. The great balls of shredded arm muscles
rolled up and extended outward as we battled together to force his
flexing upper arm meat to grow. Within just a few reps, the
difference in the size of his vein-ribbed biceps was discernible. He
kept pummeling away with shouts for more and more resistance from me.
The heated head of my cock pounded against the underside of the
preacher machine as I watched his biceps curl into vaster and vaster
split-balls of stupefying muscle. The leaking precum of excitement
wetted the head of my cock as the sweat of his workout shined the
faceted perfection of his shifting biceps. By the time he finally
surrendered to exhaustion, his biceps were brilliant soccer balls of
infinitely dense meat.
Obviously excited by the growth so far and driven to complete it
while the enhancing juices flowed through his system, he prepared to
launch into his final exercise. As he readied himself, I could not
help but recall the same feeling I had experienced when the corps of
trainers and scientists forced me to undergo the throws of their
experimentation that had led to the body I now sported. As a `career
criminal' doomed to life for murder, they had never shown me any
personal concern or consideration as they subjected me to one
traumatic enhancement experiment after another. At least I could
acknowledge pangs of desire as I permitted the line of responding
suitors to pursue their potential with and for me. At least, I
thought, should this one succeed, he, too, would understand the glory
and wonder of infinite muscle. Plus, he would have the honor of
sharing that muscle with me.
By now he was laying face down on the floor waiting for me to mount
him. I stared briefly and longingly at the mountained muscles of his
ass before forcing myself to straddle the narrowness of his lower
back with my huge, hard cock pointing toward the back his highlighted-
haired head. At his direction I sat on the small of his back with
the endless pole of my cock nestled along the etched valley at the
center of his upper back and my balls resting on his lined erector
muscles. Locking his hands flat onto the floor, he started to do the
same pushups that he had used in his initial pump – only, this time,
carrying me up and down with him.
His rich back muscles surged with writhing power as he forced himself
through each pushup. The shifting muscles grew broader and thicker
with each completed rep as did the rounded cords of his striated
shoulders. I was sure that the marvels of his pectoral development
were undergoing the same enhancement as he ripped them through the
brutal exercise. As much as I wanted to witness the growth of those
signature pecs, I was as captivated by the sight of his ballooning
back and shoulders. As his body thickened, my cock became more deeply
enveloped within the walled canyon of back muscles lining and
protecting his spine until the constricted rise of back muscle rose
well over the top side of my muscle-massaged cock.
He did over 250 sweat-inducing reps before his quivering body could
do no more. I dismounted him and visually examined his heaving form
laid out prone before me. His body was sculpturally perfect with
every rear muscle sharply exposed on his body. The great "v" of his
upper body seemed to overwhelm the tight narrowness of his waistband.
The huge carved ass muscles never surrendered their striated lining
even while relaxed into inviting rounds of delightful meat. His legs
were massively proportioned and highly polished with drooling sweat.
Then, finally, he rose up from the bench. It took all of my control
to keep from giving away my shocked awe as the first sight of his
pectoral visions rolled slowly into view. A half dome horizon of meat
on the nearer pec globed around as he turned. The skin was as silky
as ever but the power and thickness of the underlying muscle brought
drool to my watering mouth. The hilled mountain continued to rise
away from his torso and thicken inch by pulsing inch as his upper
front body spun toward me. The areola that had been the victim of my
earlier injection formed a smaller secondary rise from the solid meat
of his man-tit. It, too, had been pulled to a tantalizing new size on
the seriously stretched skin and the down-pointing nipple was as
thick and solid looking as the end of my little finger. Yet, the
stunning scale of the pectoral meat made the jar-top sized crowning
brown circle of tender areola seem appropriately sized for the
gargantuan, hand-thick, muscle-tit.
He tightened his fist as he continued to turn forcing the stupendous
muscle-mammary to divide itself into an endless fan of lined, steely
bands of meat chiseled into precision-cut cables wrapping over the
monstrous planetoid of inhuman beauty. Soon the rear pectoral began
to announce it's equally enhanced presence as its moon of muscle-meat
rose above the horizon of the nearer shredded ball of marbled muscle.
Carved lines of striations dove into the impossible depth of the
closed cleavage canyon between the divine pectoral marvels. The
solidity of the corded vertical muscle wall dividing the mountainous
pecs threatened destruction to any invading hand – or other body part.
A knowing smile bespoke his pride as he flexed the unfathomable
thickness of his upper pecs up and down against his square-cut chin.
The sharp fissured lining around each flatly plated abdominal was
soon lost in the huge shadows cast over them by the great swell of
his quaking pecs. He brought both arms up hard against the outsides
of each undulating pectoral as he completed his turn toward me
forcing the unforgiving hardness of his massive biceps to push the
central peaks of the crunching pecs outward another couple of inches.
After recording his new 355-pound weight, I grabbed the tape and,
trying not to show any sign of obvious eagerness, moved up to his
harshly flexed new muscularity. His legs were as balanced in scale
with the great muscular beauty of his new body. The expanded 38"
thighs and 26" columned calves were creations of marvelously sculpted
and individually pronounced muscle. My sweaty hands enjoyed the
opportunity to force the measuring tape between his moist, hot inner
thighs to both measure and remove the tape. Then he brought one arm
up to form the monumental peaking of a raised biceps pose with his
fabulous triceps meat fully presented. My hands encountered balls of
rich meat as hard as the finest steel that had been honed and
polished to perfection as they traced the new 29" circumference of
their unyielding bounty.
I knew I was in for a marvelous shock as I wrapped the tape around
the solid oak-like 27" measurement that still defined his waist. What
had been a waist that was measurably less than half the size of his
upper torso before his enhancement was now one that was defiantly
small for the overwhelming scale of his new massive chest and back
muscles. I purposely dallied over the extension of the tape around
his back and pecs. I wanted my hands to know and understand every
amazing inch of their brutally perfect muscularity. The quivering
response of his gargantuan pectorals proved that his stiffened
nipples were still as amazingly sensitive as they were lusciously
inviting. The tape and my hands climbed the vast domes of his pecs
and bridged the huge invisible depths of his cleavage as they finally
recorded the 12" expansion of his upper body girth. Both he and I
smirked our satisfaction over the final 69" reading.
While he was still half a foot smaller around than me, there was no
denying the wonder of his stunningly muscled upper body dimension.
Last, I carry the tape down to the glory of his painfully hard cock.
Once again, he beamed proudly as I pushed the tape along the new,
unflinching 13" length. As my hands slide along the upper surface of
his overjoyed member, he pumped additional strength into its poled
power forcing the netting of veining to become more pronounced and
his entire cock to glow with enriched hardness.
Even as I forced the oversized rubber onto his cock, he continued to
feed it's sexual want with more and more explosive blood until I
feared that the diamond-hard meat might turn to the actual stone it
resembled. I began to pump the reddened sex-weapon and he rocked his
striated body to the same rhythm and beat of my dancing hands. His
balls jostled beneath the great organ as they hardened with their own
excitement. He vacuumed his waist to a scale so marvelously small
that it made his cock seem even bigger and more powerful.
We rocked together until the motions of my hungering hands and his
aching loins beat to the same orgasm-inducing tune. When the volcanic
cone of his heated cock finally erupted, it sent waves of stupefying
muscularity coursing throughout his responsively flexing body. The
jolt of the first rush of cum hit the collection sac at the end of
the rubber so hard that it almost blew the entire container off of
his cock. I wrapped my hands tighter around the steel shaft to keep
the exploding cum from ripping the clutching rubber away. I could
feel the heat of his cum surging through his cock and warming the
thin plastic of the capturing vessel. His body convulsed repeatedly
until the last squeeze of cum had been ejaculated into the lucky
vessel. Finally, I removed the rubber, tied it shut and placed it in
the waiting container to protect it until processing.
When I came back, I was ready for him. He knew what I wanted to do
and his smile told me how anxious he was for me to do it. He pounded
his clenched arms against the sides of his colossal pecs forcing them
into a pump so hard that they wore every striation of cabled muscle
etched onto their chiseled planetoid surfaces. He kept hitting them
with the crunched spheres of his globed biceps to force the massive
meat in his cabled man-tits to a rock-solid consistency. His
monstrous chest muscles swelled and rolled with simmering strength as
the steel-ribbed surface of the inviting pec muscles waved their
invitation at me. His huge pointing nipples rose and fell like great
buoys atop a deep waving sea of tantalizing meat.
Grasping the heavy wooden handle of the black steel sledgehammer, I
wound back and aimed my first unforgiving assault at his undulating
left pec. The weight of the hammerhead hitting the brilliantly hard
man-tit smashed onto the surface sending violent vibrations coursing
through the handle and into my hands as the steel mallet was
forbidden to destroy the stunning muscularity of the throbbing meat.
I reeled back and took aim at his right pec. He clenched down hard
with a determined grimace on his face as his waiting pec split into a
countless array of lined cords of muscle just before the impact.
Once again, the monstrous power of his dense tit-meat would not
surrender to the attack. The sledgehammer was almost ripped from my
hands as it vibrated to a sudden, overwhelmed stop atop his strain-
perfected muscle. I spun the handle back farther behind me as I
launched the hammer for the third time. His left pec froze into
diamond-hard solidity as the steel of the attacking weapon drew near
its sweat-polished surface. A loud crack announced both the contact
of the impact and the inevitable destruction of the inferior
sledgehammer against his unaffected pectoral globe.
He stood bold and proud at his defeat of my challenging weapon. With
one hand still clasping the remnants of the handle, my other hand
scoured the hot surface of his victorious tit-meat. The huge muscle
flowed under my rough, yearning touch but remained vibrantly solid to
my digging grasp. He continued to flex both marvelous mountains of
pectoral splendor as I massaged the huge waving muscles with deserved
admiration. Using only the power of his amazing muscle control, he
let the movement within his writhing pec meat guide my longing hand
toward the beautiful brown island of his right areola and on to the
peaked prominence of its towering nipple.
My hand and his flexing tit played together for several luxurious
minutes as I pondered the second phase of his challenge toward a
hopeful, ultimate union of our bodies. He eyed my rolling pecs as he
worked his chest muscles for my fingering enjoyment. My cock beat
harder with want and desire until it poked hard against the smallness
of his plated lower abs. The proud display of his phenomenal man-tits
and his continued working of their great muscle from within bespoke
his own love for their magnificence and his words told me of his want
to create a chest even more wonderfully muscled than my own larger,
sculpted male mammary accomplishments.
I knew I needed to break from him before we became too involved. He
begged me to continue using the controlled movement of his pecs to
taunt me. I broke away and headed to the far side of the room to
ready the second of his three tests. I walked slowly away and
lingered behind some intervening equipment in order to put both as
much distance and time as I could between us and to regain control
over my growing emotions toward him. The vision and memory of his
gargantuan pecs kept me hot and wanting for several minutes.
By the time I felt in full control once again and turned to retrieve
him for his next challenge it was already too late. His pecs were
quaking uncontrollably with one of my precious syringes hanging
loosely from each finger-thick nipple. He was pumping his pecs as
hard as he could. They were already a couple of inches thicker and
noticeably broader then mine. They quivered with erotically charged
violence as the forbidden juices from the needles invaded their meaty
cores. I wanted to scream my warning but there was nothing I could do
now.
As I had learned painfully in the past at the hands of my uncaring
prison experimenters, no body could absorb two massive doses of
enhancing serum injected so closely together in time. The horrors of
those memories were bad enough. Just as this self-induced overdose
was sure to take the life of the magnificent pec-man standing before
me at this moment, it had consumed the love of my life at that
disgusting prison.
All my love had done was to agree to drive the car for me from the
bank. He had pleaded for me not to do the job but I had a contract to
fulfill and I wanted to get it over. He ended up in prison with me
and, after months as the `playmates' to the guards, we finally got to
bunk together. Our considerable physical development brought us both
into the painful experiment program. I survived the `large dosage'
test. He did not. His death combined with my own great new muscle
power and adrenalin to give me the courage to make my escape. My
hidden money from the robberies gave me the substance to buy the very
scientists lusting to continue their work on me. The guards in my way
were of no matter to me. I was a hardened criminal in the eyes of the
world and I just finally accepted that as a fact of my life.
Today, where my survival had come from measured applications that had
apparently built up just enough resistance, Number 13 had injected
himself with more than enough elixir to overwhelm his body. His pecs
continued to grow as he tried to pump them past the pain that gripped
him and them. He could not know that the stimulation of his flexing
was actually feeding their irreversible destruction.
They became as visually brilliant as they were deadly in their
development. Massive amounts of awesome muscle swelled into existence
as he pounded his pecs harder and larger from within. The growing
pain accompanied by a look of fear-filled pleading showed across his
shocked face. There was nothing I could do and I let him know that.
His pecs continued to expand until they were almost twice the size
and infinitely more defined than my own monstrous chest muscles.
The power of his expanding muscle began to push its way into his body
and against his straining rib cage. Red lines of stress showed across
the previously unblemished expanse of his overwrought skin covering
his mammoth man-tits. Drips of blood began to ooze out from the
burdened skin as the muscle began to outgrow its ability to cover the
gargantuan amount of meat within his writhing chest.
I could hear the sounds of his ribs being cracked and forced into his
up body cavity. Then, with one last tearful look, he collapsed to the
floor and lay silent and unmoving. Thirteen had never been a luck
number for me and had certainly not proven to be a lucky number for
him.
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