TRIALS – Chapter 7
By: JOHN
He wanted me badly! And I could tell from the look in his eyes that
he expected to get me. I wanted him more than I dared to let on. He
might be Number 14 in the list of pending muscle suitors, but, from
the size of his massive body and his chiseled handsomeness, he was
number one amongst all of the candidates to date to me.
I was already aroused before he even came into the room just from
reading his file. It reported him to be 5'-10" tall and to already
weighed in at an astounding 355 pounds of superiorly created muscle.
The instant I saw him my cock began its assent to triggered hardness.
The sharp lights at the entry to the chamber were designed to present
the carved bodies of the candidates to their best advantage and they
did their job all too well on him. There was no doubt from the rapid
expansion of my monstrously excited cock that he would be aware of my
desires for him.
He was nothing short of stunning. Every muscle glowed with a waiting
hardness that reminded me of my own stupendous muscularity. His
virtually naked torso was lined with pumped fullness and crystalline
beauty. His chestnut hair was soft, full and well groomed and
perfectly cut to set off the breathlessly handsome features of his
face. Ripe lips begged to be kissed. High cheek bones reflected the
brilliance of his green-blue eyes. His lips parted and the glimmer of
his perfect white teeth invited me nearer.
I moved in as if being pulled by the pure gravitational forces of
this living muscle sculpture. The closer I got to him the more
pronounced and magnificent his body became. My mind sorted through my
memory of his file for details about him but his overwhelming
physical presence seemed to cloud my sexually aroused mind. None
before had come to me with such a grand base of existing muscle upon
which to build. All I could think of was the promise that his already
spectacular muscularity offered. Even with only these few shared
minutes existing between our meeting, there was no doubt in me that I
wanted him to succeed and I wanted to possess him as much or more
than I knew he wanted me.
"Measure me now!" He whispered. " I am ready for you and I will have
you."
His voice was as strong and determined as his body. He ran the back
of one powerful hand over the swelled offering of my heaving left
pec. It quivered its excited response under his warm, rough touch.
His knuckles tripped down over my excited nipple sending a second
wave of orgasmic reaction slicing through both huge pectoral globes
atop my hungering heart. His hand drifted back up over the
continental plating of my now-striated breast meat pushing hard
against its muscle-fortified surface. The pressure of his exploration
was surprisingly strong and provocatively compelling.
"I have waited too long to get to you." He provoked. "And you will be
mine. Your muscle doesn't frighten me!"
A look of pleased determination covered his handsome face as he tried
to force the back of his hand into the head-thick depth of my central
pec meat. Undaunted by his arrogant comments, I forced the rich
muscle of my chest to rock-like hardness. His fruitless efforts to
invade the wealth of my flexed tit muscle forced his own pecs to turn
into images of similarly carved and fissured stone visions. I slapped
the leading edge of the tape onto one of the huge pec-boulders to
begin taking my first measurement. The solidity of his flexed muscles
matched their appearance. He rolled the lined pectorals as if to show
off their scale and power to me. While mine were currently still
bigger than his, the definition his man-tits displayed were no less
stunning than that of my own.
"It's made for sucking." He continued forcing one hugely pointed
nipple forward with just the power of his flexing pec. "And you will
come to respect my muscle! But for now, just measure it and let's get
started."
I was entranced by his crude, demanding attitude. No one was
permitted to treat me, with my superior body, that way without my
permission. I pushed the leading end of the measuring tape hard into
his offered nipple to let him know who was in charge here. My
powerful grip forced the end of the tape to dig into the edge of the
sensitive projectile. I could sense his desire to release the pain he
felt at my handling but he refuse to let it come to the surface.
Satisfied with his new understanding of our positions, I directed him
to hold the end of the tape while I carried the rest around his
pumped torso. His 67" solid upper body diameter stacked well against
my 76" of impenetrable matching muscle.
His defiant attitude seemed to resurface when he rolled his arms up
into a pair of stupendous double biceps displays for me. He pumped
his biceps several times until he was personally pleased with their
disposition. Great, masterful veins rode atop the twinned multi-split
spheres of marbled muscle. I slapped the tape along the curved face
of one of the striated masses and threw the loose end over the great,
chiseled peak. I pulled down hard on the tape that had fallen down
behind the mountainous bicep applying pressure intended to force the
tape painfully into the steely meat. Much to both my pleasure and my
chagrin, he intensified his flex until the power of his densely
formed muscle-ball resisted my challenge. I wrapped the tape as
tightly as I could around the quaking upper arm so as not to give him
the benefit of a fraction of an unearned inch. Still, he smiled
boldly as I recorded the glory of the 27" measurement.
I ripped the tape from his astounding arm letting the tape burn
painfully across his skin in the process. He stood unflinching as I
moved in to measure his waist. Every fingered line of his tightly
covered obliques pulled the sweep of his bulbous lats toward the huge
mound of his unrevealed crotch. The dark blue pencil line of fabric
that served as the band of his posing trunks was glued to his
waistline. The pouch containing his cock and balls had obviously been
specially sized and constructed for them. I pulled the tape around
his waist letting the power of my reaching biceps be known to his
side muscles in the process. The tape rejoined at only the 30" mark.
Reaching down to his thighs, he spread his legs apart so that I could
push the tape between the meaty solidity of his inner thighs just
below the drooping sac covering his balls. Measuring the cloth basket
with my hands, I could tell that his balls were probably close in
size to my own. I could see the outline of his cock head pressing
against the material with delicious scale. Not wanting him to be
aware of my growing desires, I focused on the leg measurement and
found his flexed thighs to be a tantalizing 38" around. His 23"
calves were next to surrender their columned magnificence to the tape.
"This is what you want now!" He directed ripping the blue posers from
his waist and shoving them down to his ankles.
As he stepped from the ring of fabric on the floor, his balls waved
their joy of freedom at me. They were, indeed, as full and ripe as my
apple-sized testicles. The weight of his beautifully formed cock head
pulled the promising length of his still-soft cock shaft completely
over the swell of his balls until it hung well below their lowest
extension. As if flexing it from within and without even touching it,
his cock began to harden. Then I noticed that he was staring at
himself in the mirror and undulating his body through a series of
dance-like flexing more erotic than anything I had ever witnessed
before. Soon his tremendous cock stood ready and waiting for me.
"You can touch it now." He asserted forcing the crimsoned head to
wave me in by flexing his tight groin muscles.
As I stepped forward, I hoped he had not noticed the short,
unbelieving pause that had captured my body at the sight of his
erected manhood. I didn't need the tape or my hands to know that it
was at least a foot of solid cock that I was facing. It was not at
wide as my 3 ˝" monster but it was not far behind it. Nor was it as
long as my 16" of raging hard-on but it certainly appeared as rigidly
reinforced as my own colossal member. It was, however, a thing of
great beauty. It curved slowly and continuously upward as it moved
forcibly from his shaved groin holding its thickness for the full
length of the shaft and, if anything, getting slightly wider just
before crashing into the back of it glowing corona cap. Laying the
tape on its upper surface, I found it to be as hard and anchored to
the touch as it appeared to the eyes. I pulled the tape along the
surface as precum dribbled from my own heated organ until it kissed
the moist urethra slit at the end of the 13" cock.
"Let's get on with it!" He barked pulling back from the soothing
stroking of my admiring hand on his pulsing cock.
Shocked back to the reality of the moment and the task, I tossed the
sweat-soaked tape aside and gathered the tray of waiting syringes.
Pushing the tip of the first needle into the outermost swell of his
voluminous pec meat I was astonished by the density I encountered as
I tried to force the point deep into the core of his meaty tit. Even
relaxed, the shiny steel of the invading needle was surrounded by the
pressure of his resisting hardness. As I worked to embed the needles
into each hungering muscle on his stiff body, I found it to be much
more of a struggle than I had experienced on any of his predecessors.
Soon the visual treat of his massive muscles convulsing to absorb
every molecule of the liquid enhancer manufacturer from the best and
purest extracts of my sexual juices and those of his predecessors
began. My entire body tingled as I witnessed his superb muscularity
quaking in the throws of their growth stimulating feeding frenzy.
Their already exciting proportions and sharply defined density
cascading in waves of stupefying eroticism forced my beating cock
harder and harder in response. Then, as quickly as the provocative
muscle-dance had begun, it was over and his body was ready to explode
to new levels of muscledom.
Acting as if time was his enemy to be captured before it got away
from him, he launched into a mind-boggling onslaught of exercises.
Legs were first as he went through 5 sets of 50 reps each of as and
quad ripping squats. He started the first set with a full 2,000
pounds of muscle-etching weight and finished fifteen exhausting
minutes later with 3,500 pounds loaded onto the severely challenged
weigh bar. His body was dripping with polishing sweat by the time he
finished this first exercise as was mine from just watching him. The
new muscle pounded onto his upper legs and glutes was phenomenal by
any measure.
Without any pause for self-admiration he forced his calves and hams
through their batteries of unbelievable weight training. He added
enough meat to the balance of his legs in the next quarter hour to
feed an entire family for weeks. Of course, the new muscle was so
densely carved and constructed on him that it would not have been
possible for the hungry family to render any of it from his bones
until it had a chance to become fully relaxed. The sight of his
delicious ass muscles and spectacular assemblage of leg meat
increasing in both scale and definition right before my hungering
eyes kept pushing the limits of my balls to hold the hot churning cum
that increasingly demanded immediate release.
By the time he finished with his lower extremity workout, there were
more striations crossing and crisscrossing his anatomically perfect
legs than I had ever seen on any human before with the possible
exception of myself. In addition, every pulsating surface pound of
meat on the huge lower appendages was wrapped in a webbing of veining
that further defined the brilliance of his enlarged muscles. My
salivating mouth hung open at the vision of his stupendous legs and
ass muscles in motion as he swaggered to the opposite side of the
chamber to begin his back and shoulder exercising. My painfully hard
cock screamed its desire to invade the moist, muscular darkness
surrounding his hidden sphincter.
Within just another short fifteen minutes, a new balance of muscled
scale and power to match his enhanced legs was plastered onto his
back and shoulders. He deftly forced ton after demanding ton of
weighted equipment through various exercises designed to force his
back to levels of development unknown to any human other than me.
Every cord, cable and fiber of muscle sculpted onto his back and
enveloping his massive shoulders erupted with extending and
thickening new meat as he sliced, pulled, slammed and ripped each
muscle group to and beyond its previous limit of endurance.
The rippling lats, erectors and trapezius muscles stretched broader
and thicker with each pulldown, extension and shrug. He finished his
central back workout with five sets of bent-over rows using 1 ˝ tons
of plated metal as his resistance. His lats unfolded into tent-sized
coverings draping his entire torso as he let the unbelievable weight
pull them to their maximum width. His supremely chiseled glutes
joined with his the amazing smallness of his fingered erector muscles
as he concluded his lower back workout with 500 pounds of weight
wrapped between his unyielding pecs and magnificently hard biceps for
several sets of hyper-extensions.
The size of the deltoid muscle capping each end of his yard-wide
shoulders grew several more inches in both width and thickness as he
hoisted two 500 pound dumbbells out straight-armed to each side for 5
sets of thirty grueling reps each. Then he traded the dumbbells for a
1,000 pound barbell in each hand. With these he performed the same
number of breathtaking sets and reps of shrugs driving the huge
muscle-quilt of his traps to explode with newly etched meat sharply
lining the great quadrangle of space between his delts, lower neck
and central spine.
My own massive body was flushed with pumped muscle just from watching
him charging through his erotic muscle-growth workout. The sweat of
excitement brought all my monstrous muscularity to glistening
sharpness. My various muscles covering my 435 pound figure rocked and
waved in isometric contortions with each of his different exercises
as if they were equally involved in his beautiful struggle. As he
grew bigger and more defined - so did I. The luck of his timing
brought him to me on the same day that I had injected myself with the
newest round of supporting muscle-serum. While my dosages were
smaller and more controlled, they were still made from the same
strains of processed man-juice that now flowed through his veins and
muscles too.
Without looking at myself in the mirrors, I knew that I, too, was
bigger and sharper than ever before. The reaction to witnessing his
workout was having a unique and profound effect upon me both
physically and sexually. I could feel the swelling power of my own
muscles as they flexed responsively to his brutal workout. My
monstrously hard cock had no desire to be left out of the visceral
pleasure and was also responding as my libido fed it with an
increased want to be satisfied. I had no idea how much bigger I had
gotten, but I knew that every muscle on my body was saturated with
increasingly dense meat. I was so thickly solid that I could feel
each and every fiber rippling with power deep into the belly of each
flexed muscle. The shaft of my massive cock was white-hard and
covered with brilliantly raised veining. Even the precum-dripping
crown of my cock glowed with skin-stretching hardness.
He was down to his last body parts. I fought my own urges to force
the waiting cum from my cock as he spread his stunning body along a
flat bench with his mountainous pecs and towering cock pointing
skyward exaggerated in scale by the vacuumed smallness of his
stretched waist. Holding 1,000-pound dumbbells in each extended hand,
he forced his chest to rip itself ever larger and higher through a
series of 5 sets of pec flies. The rise and scale of his flexed
pectoral globes soon became as thick and large as a pair of ripe
watermelons. His silver-dollar areola and finger-thick aroused
nipples road upon the waves of cabled muscle writhing across the
oceans of his pec meat as his arms dragged the immense weights from
contact with the floor to their dangerous clanging together above his
handsome, grimacing face. Rep after rep pushed his pecs to maximum
density filled with striated wonder.
He had saved his arms for last. Sitting up on the bench, he used the
same half-ton weights to perform one two-hundred rep set of biceps-
exploding alternating seated curls. Rope-thick veins meandered like
vast feeding rivers across the uppermost swell of his superlatively
carved biceps meat. The huge multi-split globes of curling arm muscle
hauled the staggering weight around for many reps as if it were
nothing. Only the growing size of the delicious ball of flexed meat
and its sharply fissured hardness provided evidence of the forces
acting upon his arms. His forearms, too, writhed with a new wealth of
vein-encrusted muscle from the workout. He finished by holding the
last several reps for several seconds in the fully curled position
forcing his shrieking biceps into full spheres of magnificent,
faceted meat; each as large as his handsome head.
As he shifted his body to a position with his monstrous torso
suspended over the bench with one palm and one knee resting on the
lucky vinyl, I finally was able to note just how much bigger his
phenomenal cock had become. The double-fist sized cock head hung in
place several inches below the flat plane of the bench. Like mine, it
oozed the clear liquid of his precum. Keeping one of the 1,000 pound
dumbbells in hand, he knocked out well over one hundred triceps
kickbacks. The combination of the weight and the pressure of his
voluminous lats forced the huge horseshoe of magnificent triceps
muscle into a rolling mountain of meat several inches thick.
He finalized the workout with a matching set of triceps extensions on
his remaining arm. The tortured muscle swelled as large and hard as
its brother muscle. The constricted triceps coiled like a great
spring of spiraling meat from elbow to shoulder and back around the
trench-deep horseshoe center. A band of reinforcing veining wrapped
the meat solidly together under the transparency of his over-
stretched skin. When he was finally done, the half-ton weight crashed
to the floor as he rose up from the bench in fully revealed and jaw-
dropping hugeness.
His body flowed with endless muscle as he moved to the scale. He
climbed onto its platform as I began adjusting the weights to record
his new 445 pounds. Noting that I, too, was obviously bigger than
before, he demanded that I weigh myself. To my pleased amazement, I
found that I had added 25 pounds of new muscle to my body and now
weighed in at a record 460 pounds, just 15 pounds heavier then him.
For all intents and purposes, we were now muscle-twins depicting the
epitome of human development.
I immediately began the measuring process. His waist was just 32" but
was so brutally carved as to define the meaning of "ripped". Flexing
his gigantic thighs, I recorded the new 44" girth as my hands
encountered muscle harder than the carved rock they resembled. His
calves rolled into thunderous mountains of balled meat, each 28"
around. When he raised his arms into a pair of overwhelmingly
stupendous double-biceps poses I nearly lost my load as my cock
jumped from painfully stiff to staggeringly overburdened at the
sight. The Himalayan scale of the multi-peaked biceps-mountains rose
almost to the base of his quaking fist. My hands sensed the
immeasurable power within the steely hot meat as I pasted the
measuring tape to their inflexible surface and read out the 35"
circumference.
As I fought once again to control my screaming cock, I moved the tape
anxiously around his unfurled back and the continental scale of his
planet-like pecs. My cock slapped against his riveted ass as I
circled behind him with the tape. His hardened glutes looked like
stratified rock cliffs of pressurized muscle and felt just as hard to
the poled beating of my cock across their petrified surfaces. My
hands encountered a surface just as hard as they traveled over the
striated ridging of his colossal pecs with the tape. I brought the
ends of the tape together just above the stiff pointing of his right
nipple. My body shivered with erotic delight as I read the addition
of 10" of solid muscle to his upper torso giving him a new 77"
measurement.
"Your turn." He insisted grabbing the tape from my sweating hands.
Being as anxious as him to know what had happened to me from just the
experience of watching his wonderful muscle growth, I pushed my body
into an overall hardened flex forcing every muscle as defined as I
possibly could. Part by part he wrapped the tape with obvious relish
around sections of my waiting body. Even my head was made dizzy with
joy as we discovered the new wealth of untested muscle now adorning
my body. Here I was, the greatest accomplishment of muscle in the
world, with my 31" waist, 46" thighs, 29" calves, 36" arms, and 79"
chest.
When it finally came time to measure our magnificent cocks, we simply
used each other's first. Standing face to face, we slid our cocks
together steel-poled side by steel-poled side. Both our cock heads
moved up to kiss the vertical wall of the other's flat groin muscle
at the same time. Looking down, it was like seeing a pair of mirrored
twins shoved beside one another. I could feel the heat of his
throbbing organ melting against the side of my own burning hot
member. Laying the tape in the crevasse line between them we found
both of our vein-streaked cocks to be a diamond-hard full 17" long
and 3" wide.
When I told him it was time for him to deliver his cum to me, he
resisted wanting me to cum for him first. At my insistence that he
still had to finish his tests before he could enjoy bringing me to
orgasm, he still resisted but finally relented when I promised to get
him off in the fashion he requested from me. Covering the end of his
stunning cock with the biggest rubber I had available proved to be
quite a challenge –though a very enjoyable one at that. The sheer
size of his crimson-hard cock head burst two of the rubber vessels
before the third one finally locked around the flared corona in one
piece.
Laying along the same bench he had used for his pec flies, I spread
my arms out to each side opening the core of the cleavage walls of my
man-tits as much as their massive volumes would allow. He straddled
my head with the base of his marvelous ass directly over my eyes and
his apple-sized balls within chewing distance of my salivating lips.
The pole of his gargantuan cock settled heavily onto the split
between my opened pecs. Lifting my arms up, I wrapped the huge bulk
of my tit-meat around the central portion of his embedded cock shaft
like a great sausage trapped inside a rock-hard bun. Using both arm
movement and mind control over my flexing pecs, I began to massage
his hot cock shaft with their warming muscle. At the same time, he
began pushing the rigid meat of his engorged cock through the
trapping canyon of my enveloping pec meat.
We continued our provocative swaying and flexing, increasing it with
time as the heat surging through his cock pushed his sexual
stimulation higher and higher. His balls were dragged back and forth
over my face and mouth. My tongue and lips stirred the heavy sacs
from below with each quickened passing. I squeezed my tits tighter
and harder as his cock grew more heated until I could feel the
pulsing of the veins covering his cock beating against my rock-solid
pectorals.
It took several minutes of tantalizing mutual stimulation before his
entire body finally convulsed in one amazing, muscle-defining
orgasmic explosion. The hot semen spewed from his cock and into the
collection sack at the end of the rubber. I could feel the weight of
the filling vessel drifting across my upper abs as he used my flexed
pecs to squeeze every drop of his flowing cum from his excited cock
shaft. When he was done, before I could get up to remove the rubber,
he rolled the filled tube off of his still-hard organ. Then, in spite
of my demands to the contrary, he lifted the cream-filled rubber to
his mouth and sucked out all of the warm white liquid into his mouth.
When he was done, he told me in no uncertain terms that, if I wanted
his cum to be added to my collection, then I would have to let him
have access to mine first.
I wanted his ass to swallow my cock and his lips to drink my cum but
not even he, in spite of his brilliant new body, deserved to partake
of those treats without proving the worthiness of his muscle.
Stepping in to his personal space, I pushed the head of my rock-hard
cock against his lower abs and flexed one magnificent bicep in his
face to remind him of the power he was challenging.
At my angered insistence he palmed a small portion of my impossibly
hard bicep with one hand and grasped the pointing pole of my cock
with the other. Under my willing direction, I forced him to squeeze
both muscle-offerings. His grasps were, indeed, filled with a
strength and power I had never known from another human being yet,
try as he might, he was unable to put even the slightest dent in
either my cock or the diamond-hard ball of my flexed bicep. I laughed
in his face over the superiority of my muscle and man meat. As the
anger welled in his handsome face, he tried one more time to invade
the flexing meat. I refused to let him see the pain I could feel as
his powered grasp grew strong enough to crush stone. Flexing even
harder, my captured muscles were still far too dense and rigid for
even his superior strength.
With a final laugh at him, I forced my cock and bicep away. Now, as I
told him, it was my turn to find out just how great his new muscle
was. Ordering him to flex the planet-sized proportions of his
deliciously thick pecs, I retuned to him carrying a pair of javelin-
like spears. Each was about two feet long and taper to a needle-sharp
point at both ends. Grasping them at the 1" wide midpoint of their
stainless steel shafts, I raised both of my arms up in a clasping
double biceps position aiming one pointed end directly at his
stunningly carved, head-thick pec meat.
I could see the awe in his face at the sight of my flexed, vein
reinforced, 36" upper arms. Glancing briefly at a nearby mirror I,
too, caught the first glimpse at the wonder of my own increased
flexed muscle size. I had been an awesome spectacle of phenomenal
muscular beauty before but now, with 25 pounds of additional muscle;
I was almost too amazing to believe. Briefly I permitted myself to
clutch the steel shafts harder and pummeled my entire body into an
anatomically perfect overall flex that forced every muscle to be
brilliantly etched onto my body. My monstrously hard cock jumped
higher at the sight and spit out the last of its golden precum.
Realizing what I was preparing to do, he flexed his mountainous pecs
even more pushing their definition to where it seemed that his skin
vanished into the pure muscle. His nipples reacted with the hardness
of increased arousal and his spent cock began to expand once again
with excited anticipation. With lightning speed and all my power, I
flung both deadly spheres at the thick centers of each massive man-
tit. I retained my grasp of the two javelins so that I could be sure
that the drive against his meat was as forceful as possible. Either
he would survive and, thus, be more worthy of experiencing me or his
muscle would fail him and put and end to his driving arrogance.
Simultaneously both of my hands rung with the pain of impact between
the steel in my grasp and the rock-hard surface that defined his pec
meat. My hands slide half was down the shaft toward his pecs as the
needle points were refused entry into the core of his magnificent
muscle-tits. One of the sharp javelins slide within the valley
between two corded ridges of muscle across the great mound of his
diamond hard pec leaving a small red line where it had cut through
the surface of the skin. He laughed at his victory and ordered me to
try again.
His continued arrogance both angered and intrigued me. I wanted him
now more than ever. I reeled back once again into my raised-arm most-
muscular pose. Before I could launch forward, he stepped right up to
me and shoved both amazingly flexed pecs forward. I drove the
clutched spears onto the upper surfaces of each mooned pec only to
meet with the same reaction as the first time. Pulling them back
about a foot away from his huge, hard tits, I jabbed the steel points
repeated against his flexed muscle but was never able to penetrate
the density of his staunchly flexed meat.
Eventually, my tired hands surrendered. He smiled calmly at me and
took the spears from my pained hands. We stood pec to pec with our
rigid cocks hidden below the overwhelming cantilever of our rubbing
pecs poking their aroused power against each other's naval. Dropping
one of the failed javelins to the floor, his free hand began to
massage one of my undulating pecs. I reciprocated with one hand while
my other hand stroked the power of his re-hardened cock. His soft
eyes lured my face closer to his but the hardened size of out tits
kept out lips apart.
Under his warming massage, I began to relax my pec meat, as did he.
The more relaxed we became, the closer out lips were drawn together.
His warm breath blew down and cooled the cavernous canyon of my
pectoral cleavage. My entire body relaxed into his voluminous muscle
and our mouths moved within inches of each other. Exhaling, I
continued to melt into his body.
In one instant we had become conjoined in our relaxed muscular
splendor. In the next instant, I found myself staring in disbelief at
the great hemisphere of my left man-tit. About 6" of the javelin he
had still held stood buried into the thickness of previously perfect
pectoral. It took a moment or two for the shock of reality to set in.
In that time, he had separated from me and stood boldly flexed and
ready for any encounter. His chest and abs were covered with the
thick flow of white cum. Apparently I had cum in the unexpected
attack. My cock still constricted as it instinctively forced the last
of my precious cum from its great shaft.
"That's for "Number 7!" He spit at me. "You're sick game is finally
up and you have two choices – surrender to me now or face the same
death you have so sickly forced on so many others."
I could feel the ripping pressure of the javelin as the weight of the
spear embedded into my pec. Reaching up, I pulled it free from my
dense muscle-tit and threw it clanging to the floor. The unnatural
density and overall thickness of my extraordinarily developed pec
muscle moved in to fill the wound. Only a trickle of blood leaked out
at the point of impact. A combination of cool anger and unbelieving
confusion whirled inside my head.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Was the first thing that came to
my mouth as I rubbed the blood clean from my stimulated pec.
"Number 7 was my lover and FBI partner." He yelled back. "We came
here to take you back to the prison where you and your sick mind
belong. If I were you I'd give up now because I don't think that 13
is going to prove to be your lucky number."
"You fool!" I shouted. "You can't stop me. This wound is nothing to
my body and my muscle. Any you can't even count – you're number 14!"
"You forget that you skipped number 10." He reminded me as he shifted
into a brutal most-muscular pose. "That makes me Number 13 to you!
Surrender now, or you will find out just how powerful my body really
is. If you didn't realize it, I had already undergone much of the
same treatment that built your body before I came here. How else
could you explain how big I was? You have no idea just how strong I
am now – and I don't think it would be wise for you to try to find
that out."
"I don't give a shit!" I responded flexing back my body in his face
as hard as I could.
I could feel my invaded pec muscle tightening where the steel of the
javelin had been. It was the pain of healing. The treatments to which
I had been subjected had not only made me huge and amazingly strong,
but they also increased my ability to deal with injury and pain. The
javelin prick was nothing more to me now than a trifling discomfort.
We stood face to face and monstrously flexed muscle to monstrously
flexed muscle. Our bodies were charged and ready and there was no way
I intended to let him force me back to that hellhole of prison. We
eyed each other as we circled for position. His body was a sculpture
of pure and brilliantly beautiful naked muscle – but so was mine. We
crashed our muscles into rock-hard readiness.
The thought of the pending battle of invincible muscle against
invincible muscle made my cock grow hard and ready again. As we
continued to pump our muscles to diamond hardness, I noticed that he
was just as aroused as me. Our huge bodies glowed with muscle-
defining sweat and our pointing 17" cocks dripped once again with the
precum of anticipation. A look of unflinching determination covered
his handsome features.
I was going to love destroying this new muscle-god.
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