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  3. lufox

    The Barbell

    Fuck this Tory made me Hard as Steel. Don’t stop
  4. portamivia

    The Barbell

    Oh man, you have a way with words. Have a way with me, too?
  5. https://www.amazon.com/SCISSOR-KILLER-Death-Matt-Squeezer-ebook/dp/B0B281ZWYY/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr= Does anyone have it and would you recommend it?
  6. boardman

    The Barbell

    Damn this just gets better every time. Hard as a rock reading this
  7. Trippin

    Trippin

    An meine treuen Leser von "Tarek": ich freue mich mitteilen zu können, dass ein neues Kapitel vor der Fertigstellung steht! Ihr könnt also in den nächsten Tagen mit einem Update rechnen :)

     

    1. DawnFire98

      DawnFire98

      Das sind sehr gute Nachrichten! Freue mich auf´s kommende Kapitel

  8. mmvmgo2011

    The Barbell

    PART FIVE If he wanted my muscle arse, who was I to deny him? I spread my cheeks, revealing my hole, the balloon knot closed tight. His cock, expanded by the tendril and its power, was bigger than I was used to, but I was a big boy, I could handle it. This wasn’t daddy’s first rodeo, but I was sure going to enjoy riding this bull. I released my sphincter and, like a camera’s aperture, it gradually opened my hole wider and wider, allowing access to my tunnel, and the prostate prize awaiting within. For someone that was straight, he certainly seemed to know what he was doing. He was gentle, at first, his massive glans plugging me like a piston. As he plundered deep within me, the sensations his cock were giving me were indescribable. And he hadn’t even reached my prostate. As he thrust deeper, I told him to slow, so I could savour the moment, and he could learn to feel for the prostate, learn to master the art of buggery. I was nothing, if not kind. With a body like his, and cock and balls to match - cock and balls that would bulge out any pants he wore from now on - he’d have to beat every gay away with a stick, from the twinkiest twig, to the biggest daddy bears and everything in between. It’s only fair he learned how best to use his new equipment. As the glans passed across my prostate, my cock twitched and pumped out a large glob of pre, it oozed out in a thick, continuous stream, tickling the inside of my cock as it flowed, heightening the sensations, my pleasure. I groaned; the deep, resonant sound turning me on even more. “Do you feel that? That’s my walnut.” “Walnut?” I laughed, “Yeah, my prostate. When you’re rutting some fag,” - notice I said ‘when’ not, ‘if’, “if you feel for that spot, and rub the head of your cock against it a few times, or you rest your cock on the spot and flex it a few times, tapping against it, you’ll have the fag spouting in no time.” I groaned again as he practiced what I was telling him. In no time, he had my cock pumping massive gouts of cum. It was my turn. I turned to face him, grabbing his arm. “What are you doing?” “It’s called muscle worship. You better get used to it, you’re going to have every gay lusting after your muscles.” I started with his forearms. I had a thing for massive, vascular forearms. Massive pillars of power wrapped in a crazy network of unreal vascularity. Fuck. I could cum just thinking about a hot pair of forearms flexing, and I had his hot pair in front of me, my own hot forearms worshipping his. I used my fingertips to ever so gently trace the vascularity on his arms, starting at the delt, moving down and over his huge biceps, tracing the main vein running straight up and over the peak, through his inner elbow, and then I had my choice of five or six different directions, masses of veins branching down along the length of his forearm. I shuddered, my cock flexing and pumping out another glob of pre. “Flex your forearm. Pump your fist, and then pronate your wrist. Like this.” I demonstrated, and nearly came feeling and watching my own forearms pump up, veins distending, forearm belly jumping up as I flexed, muscles separating. I grabbed my cock and traced it along my own forearm, following the veins, leaving a trail of pre in its wake. I shuddered in pleasure. “That’s hot,” he said. “Mate, you have no idea,” I breathed, another glob of pre pumping from my meatus. On impulse, he grabbed my arm, licking up my pre, following where my cock had traced the veins, his fingers tracing the muscle separations. How the fuck can you not cum to that? A straight guy worshipping your muscles, and licking up your pre? Yeah, I blew, and I blew HARD. All over Mark, and all over my arm. I groaned, “That was fucking HOT mate.” It really was, for him too, I noticed. I reached down and gave his cock a bit of a tug, pre leaking onto my hand. “Fuck my arm.” “What?” I flexed my bicep, and pronated my wrist, the muscles jumping up, fighting for space at my elbow. “My elbow, stick your cock in the crease and have at it.” I released the flex slightly, and he placed his rock hard shaft into the crook of my elbow. I flexed, hard, my biceps and forearms squeezing on his shaft from both sides, and he began thrusting back and forth. I groaned, the feeling of my muscle getting him off unreal. That I had muscles big enough to get off even a straight guy. I nearly blew my load again. As he thrust forward his balls slapping against the bottom of my arm, I licked his bellend, tickling his glans. He was close. I flexed harder, increasing the pressure of my muscles on his cock. He exploded all over me, ropes of cum in my face, on my pecs and abs. Once his impressive cumshot finished, I started to gather some of his cum with my fingers, but he grabbed my hands, indicating he would lick me clean. That’s all I needed to explode again. The sight and feel of him licking up his cum off my chiseled, pumped torso…. I didn’t have the words; I still don't. I had always been envious of my house mate, and more than once imagined and wished that he was not straight, that he would let me worship his hard-earned rig. Now, he was massive, jacked, and I didn’t have to wish any longer, as he finished cleaning up his cum, he turned around and presented himself to me, ready for my tool. I groaned, pressing myself to his virgin hole, preparing to make the bull buck and writhe, in pleasure and a little pain.
  9. DennisFLL

    Ozzie & Deano: A Short Muscle University Story

    Wonderful how you have brought your readers into the inner sanctums of the mind of Ozzie, an obviously sensitive and romantic bodybuilder. And "cute" Archie is brought up still again in chapter 2! You recently said you may do an "Archie spinoff"? I can see it now, MA: with being exposed to his mum's new boyfriend and family, including now Ozzie too, Archie begins realizing that he is a muscle-addict numero uno! With much trepidation, he strolls downtown to Deano Sr's gym to check it out and who does he see getting off of a shift outside but Adam, Deano Jr's ex. Their lock eyes and....
  10. boardman

    The Barbell

    Wow another incredibly hot chapter.
  11. Wrestlejock646

    The Barbell

    That is an amazingly hot muscle growth transformation process! When can you both stop by my place?
  12. Ro20316

    The Barbell

    After such transformation he will say thanks to the one that transformed him. Yassssssssssss.
  13. Iamthebrat

    Iamthebrat

    Lift #1 of today and HORNY AS FUCK

     

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  14. mmvmgo2011

    The Barbell

    PART FOUR As my cock was drawn in, enveloped by his cock, his cock began milking mine, like some caterpillar trying to move along my shaft, his cock stretched, his glans pressing into my pubis bone, then tightening around my shaft, and drawing back. Holy FUCK. My entire body began vibrating with the pleasure, the power, and my coming orgasm. As his cock continued milking mine, his body began to grow. Like mine, his traps showed growth first, rising up to meet his earlobes, huge veins wrapping up and over the peak, disappearing around his back side. His delts, already well developed, popped. Initially, they looked out of place, huge caps over his arms, which now looked like twigs in comparison. It’s funny how your perspective changes, just this morning I was mooning over his arms, horsehoe triceps backing rounded biceps with a nice, thick vein running over the peak and down through his elbow, branching out into his forearms, which exploded when pumped. I mooned and wished that I could have arms like his. Now, those same arms looked like twigs. But the power transfer continued, great torrents of it pouring out of my cock, directly into him, his cock’s milking gradually increased in speed and intensity, the tendril stretching his cock to cover my entire enlarged length and girth. As his cock continued its caterpillar like motions, my foreskin was retracted and stretched over the glans, adding lubrication, and sending waves of ecstasy flowing through me. The growth continued, now, to his arms. Twigs no more, his biceps exploded into Everest peaks, massive ham-sized triceps hanging from the back of his arm. The already prominent vein over his biceps grew, stretching upwards, and split into a Y, one side heading straight up and over down into his inside elbow, the other branching down and over the inside of his elbow, feeding the basilic veins along the back of his forearms, engorging and stretching them up so they sat on top of his skin. I was getting close to exploding. His transformation only part way completed, but already so fucking hot. I imagined fucking the inside of his elbow, massive biceps and forearm bellies pressing into my shaft as he’d flex, getting me off. I imagined licking the vascularity, tracing every vein with my glans, leaving traces of pre like some erotic paint by numbers. His pecs began swelling, squaring off even more than they already were, a deep, cavernous, cleft appearing between two granite shelves of muscular power. Veins radiated out from the cleft along the top of his pec shelf, rising up to meet the veins climbing up over his traps, creating a carpet of vascularity feeding the muscles with power and size. His entire core tightened, his small waist now smaller even as more muscle was packed onto his core, his obliques and serratus popped out, looking like a tiger had slashed his sides, creating deep, rippling striations and, as his Adonis Belt grew, his entire torso formed a salacious series of V’s leading to his package. All roads might lead to Rome, but all his muscle lead to his cock. As his abs expanded into a full-on ten pack, his lats expanded behind his torso, making his shoulders even broader than they were before, and accentuating his tiny, muscle-packed waist. I couldn’t hold on any more. My cock exploded into his, the tendril absorbing my cum and combining it with the demon’s power, super charging his growth. His legs ballooned with the power, hamstrings earning the ‘ham’ in the name, masses of muscle hanging off the back of his leg, but they were soon hidden by his expanding quadriceps, huge sweeps arcing out and back, pushing his feet apart as the quads needed more space to expand. Like me, his quads pushed his balls up and out, not leaving any space for them to hang. Massive hose-sized veins emerged from his groin, running down his inner thighs, branching off into tributaries, an entire root system of veins covering the massive quads and feathering into ever smaller tributaries, showcasing the striations and muscle separations. It was as though he had no skin, the full anatomy of his muscle and vascular system on display. The final body part to transform were his calves, ballooning out to match the proportions of his upper legs, as though someone had implanted Aussie Rules or American footballs. He roared and flexed his entire body into a most muscular pose, muscles piling on muscles, new veins appearing, rising up from his skin, adding to the pump across his entire body. I could feel the tendril withdrawing from his cock, unwrapping itself and withdrawing back into my cock, creating shivers of pleasure in both of us as it went. His pupils were dilated, and he was breathing heavily. His cock stood straight up, leaking pre, and was throbbing with his heartbeat, swaying and bobbing slightly. I was surprised, surprised and aroused, when he grabbed me and turned me around, bending me over. It seems my ‘straight’ house mate wanted a piece of muscular arse.
  15. Ro20316

    Sweet Revenge - Chapter 14 added June 23, 2022

    Oh man. Just imagine the lvl of that pump with just 2% bf. Bruce must look like a god. Andy is a hard and muscle mf himself but Bruce has one hell of advantage over him now.
  16. Wrestlejock646

    Sweet Revenge - Chapter 14 added June 23, 2022

    Every chapter just gets hotter! Bring on the next one ASAP!
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  18. Newmassaddict

    Sweet Revenge - Chapter 14 added June 23, 2022

    Chapter 14 Bruce turned to face Andy but looked past him and glanced at Mitch cowering in the back of gym. Aside from those two, the only other person still there was Dr. Steven Clark. “Come here.” Bruce commanded and Steven approached, his whole body trembling with both fear and lust. “This is doc. He helped me get better after Andy beat the shit out of me. Then he helped me get this fucking MASSIVE,” Bruce said bouncing his mammoth pecs so they rose and came crashing down, slapping his etched abdominals, “You think that gear you stole from me was strong, you should see the cocktail he’s got me on now.” “I know you are dying to know and frankly, I want to see your reaction to just how HUGE I’ve become.” Bruce said, signalling Steven to produce a very long measuring tape. Positioning himself perfectly so the gym lights bathed his massive form, Bruce stood perfectly still as Steven waited to start measuring. “You know I’m taller than you Andy, 5’11” as a matter of fact and I weigh 472lbs. Tell them the rest doc.” “Neck, 32 inches. Chest, 92 inches. Arms, 38 inches. Forearms, 30 inches. Waist, 35 inches. Quads, 50 inches and Calves, 34 inches.” “All with only 2% body fat.” Bruce said, lifting his left forearm slightly and twisted his wrist so his mighty forearm inflated with cords of muscles and veins, it visibly swelled larger with each tiny movement. Lost in his own muscle trance, Bruce didn’t see Andy grab two 45 pound plates and approach. He spread his hands, holding the plates like cymbals and as Bruce looked up, his head was slammed between the two plates with vicious force. Bruce’s legs faltered but he didn’t collapse right away. Wasting no time, Andy dropped one plate and gripping the other with both hands and smashed the side of Bruce’s head so hard, had he been playing baseball, he would have surely hit a home run. Bruce’s eyes rolled back in his head as he fell to the floor in a giant heap of muscle. “NO!” Screamed Steven as he fell to the floor and grabbed Bruce’s head. “Andy!” Mitch yelled and cautiously approached, trying to pull Andy away from Bruce’s body. “NO MITCH! I’m not giving him a chance this time. I’m stopping him once and for all!” Andy yelled wrenching himself away from Mitch and stood over Bruce’s body. “Please don’t hurt me! I only wanted to help him get better. I’d didn’t know he was such a monster.” Steven said, moving away from Bruce. “It’s not you fault. You can’t help someone like Bruce.” Andy said and bent down and grabbed one of Bruce’s arms, its sheer mass making Andy’s hands look small. He couldn’t help caressing the smooth, dense flesh. With his hands under Bruce’s armpits, grunted as he pulled him into a semi-seated position, his head flopped forward, blood running down his cheek. “Andy, what are you going to do?” Asked Mitch. Andy laboured to drag Bruce across the gym, towards the squat racks near the back. Even he could not believe how heavy Bruce’s unconscious body weighted. “I don’t know but he’s not getting a chance to hurt anyone every again.” Andy reached for a huge length of industrial chain he regularly used for extra resistance when doing dips. With little effort, he tossed it into the air so it wrapped around the huge metal beam supporting the upper floor of the gym. He grabbed the loose end of the chain and wrapped around Bruce’s chest and under his arms before throwing it over the metal beam again. He then positioned himself behind Bruce with the two ends of chain in each hand. Mitch and Steven watched in awe as Andy started to pull the chain tight. Bruce’s body moved to a seated position as the metal on metal sounds filled the gym. The swelling of Andy’s arms displayed how much resistance Bruce’s mass was creating but he wasn’t deterred. Andy started to emit low growls as he pulled the chain harder. His entire body swelled and flexed as Bruce started to rise off the floor. The determination on Andy’s face was more intense than his most gruelling workout. A minute later, Bruce’s glutes left the floor as he was hoisted higher. Andy was screaming at the top of his lungs as the rest of Bruce’s body was lifted so his feet dangled a foot off the ground. “Mitch! Grab a squat bar and run it through the chain links at the top!” Andy said through gritted teeth. Mitch looked around frantically and rushed to grab a bench he could stand on. He moved it under the beam and started to thread a metal bar through the chain as Andy visibly strained to keep Bruce elevated. “Hurry!” Andy pleaded. Mitch finally got the bar through both sides of the chains and as Andy let go of the metal, the bar and chain let out a huge screech as they locked into the metal bean, securing Bruce in his hanging position. Mitch jumped off the bench and turned to face Andy. At the sight, he stumbled back and sat on the bench. Andy’s huge body was transformed into a pumped, shredded mass of twisted muscle. Each heavy breath he took, caused his whole body to swell and relax. Mitch could not look away as Andy caught his reflection in the nearby mirror and started to flex more. His 25” arms were coated in new veins as his lats flared so wide, his arms were unable to lower past 90 degree angles, but his self-admiration as short lived as he attention was refaced on Bruce’s handing body. The huge chain dug into Bruce’s arm pits and while it crossed over his pecs, the heavy slabs of meat seemed to engulf the metal links. “He’s secure Andy, he can’t move.” Mitch encouraged, sensing Andy’s concern. “Not enough.” Andy said and grabbed another length of chain. He wrapped around Bruce’s forearms and held it in place behind his back with and third, smaller chain. Still not satisfied, Andy picked up two thick ankle harnesses. They were tougher than normal because Andy regularly used them to move full weight stacks when training his monstrous glutes and abs. He attached them to each of Bruce’s ankles and using even more chains, wrapped them around the pillars on either side. When he was done, Bruce was spread eagled between, with chains around his arms, completely immobile. “W-w-what are you going to do to him?” A terrified Steven asked from the other side of the room. “I’m going to make him pay for what’s he’s done to us!” Andy said as he approached Bruce’s trapped body. Even unconscious, Andy could not help but stare in awe of Bruce’s incredibly huge body. He fought the urge to run his hand over Bruce’s rock-hard abs. Instead, Andy planted his feet and swung his right fist with all his might. The impact on Bruce’s abs sent a loud thump that filled the gym. Bruce’s body recoiled and the chains surrounding him ratted and scraped the metal beam and pillars. Andy then proceeded to land brutal punch after brutal punch, each aimed at Bruce’s exposed stomach. Within seconds, bright red marks started to appear on his skin. Andy finally stopped and looked at Mitch. “Hit him!” Mitch hesitated but slowly approached. As the older man looked up at the helpful form, his face turned from fright to rage. Suddenly he was back in the gym the day Bruce attacked him. Mitch raised his fist and let out a tremendous scream as he swung with all his might. His fist landed on Bruce’s left side and Mitch felt the impact of Bruce’s dense muscle but it didn’t stop him from savagely attacking Bruce’s midsection. Tears were streaming down his face when Andy interceded and pulled Mitch away. Bruce’s abs were covered in red spots as were Mitch’s knuckles. As Andy wrapped his huge arms around Mitch’s trembling body, attempting to calm him, a low moan started to fill the room. Andy, Mitch and Steven froze and looked up at Bruce. His head still hung off to one side but the sound was getting loader by the second. “Oh no!” Said Mitch, gripping Andy harder. “It’s ok, he can’t hurt you. Not anymore.” Andy said as confidently as he could. The sounds from Bruce turned from a moan to more of a growl as he slowly raised his head. The blood from his forehead had mixed with sweat and now coated one side of his face and shoulder. His eyes were half open but displayed only one emotion; rage. With his head fully raised and eyes fully open, his extreme conditioning allowed deep striations to form on his hallow cheeks as he gritted his teeth. Bruce slowly turned his head from side to side, surveying the situation he found himself in. He grunted as he tried to lift his arms only to find them immobile. With a slight shake of his leg, the thick chain attached to the pillar rattled but did allow any further movement. Bruce moved his head to stare at Andy. “You stupid motherfuckers.” Bruce growled. “Shut the fuck up you piece of shit or I’ll gag you too.” Andy said. As if suddenly aware of the punishment Andy and Mitch inflicted on his midsection, Bruce started to flex and relax his incomprehensibly ripped abdominals. The smallest movement caused every muscle to flex and twitch. The already shredded muscles visibly compacted, making is stunningly small waist appear even smaller. Mitch couldn’t help gasp at the sight. “You like that old man? You thought you could hurt these abs? NOTHING can hurt them.” Bruce said and turned his hips slightly, causing waves of razor-sharp oblique muscles to appear through a network of snake-like viens. Bruce pivoted his hips and displayed the same outrageous muscle control on the other side. Both Andy and Mitch were transfixed by the spectacle but it was Mitch that first noticed what else was happening. “Andy! His abs!” Bruce raised his head and closed his eyes as if he was concentrating hard. The large welts on his abs were fading away as he willed his core muscles to swell even more. “That’s right. The gear doc has me on not only makes me pack on muscle faster than anyone, it also helps me heal real quick. That’s how I recovered from our last encounter.” Bruce said with a snicker, “And how I’m going to rip you both in half.” Andy and Mitch couldn’t help but take a step back as the chains surrounding Bruce were pulled to their limits. Andy let out a sigh of relief when none of them loosened but that didn’t stop Bruce from putting on a show. Fist his quads and calves flexed. Even spread at unnatural angles, their thickness and conditioning looked wild. The two thick columns of muscle swelled and contorted in a sickening display of mass and vascularity. The thick leather straps around his ankles groaned but held as the metal chain scraped around the metal pillar. Bruce’s already flexed abs, solidified even more, looking outrageously ripped and appearing much too small to support his massive upper body. Even with his arms trapped behind his back, Bruce flexed his triceps, causing them to erupt from either side of his body. His shoulders were not able to move but that didn’t stop them from swelled into two vein-covered boulders of mass. With the heavy chain crossing his pecs and travelling beneath his armpits, Bruce still managed to make them bounce, rattling the chains until the slabs of pec meat billowed over the chain. Flexing each one independently, audibly slapped against the chains as their full size incased Bruce’s chin and thick jaw. Andy placed a hand on Mitch’s trembling shoulder and reassured him the restraints wold hold. Bruce didn’t look uncomfortable, in fact, he looked perfectly calm, like he was posing on a bodybuilding stage as he willed each muscle to flex and relax for his onlookers. “I like this gym,” he said looking around, “I wish I knew it existed when I started lifting, I’d probably would have been this huge years ago. It would be a shame for me to tear the place down in a matter of minutes so I guess I’ll go with Plan B.” Andy, Mitch and Steven could only stare as a look of sheer determination washed over Bruce’s face. They watched in shocked awe as Bruce’s already mammoth hamstrings swelled. Each muscle fibre ballooned to three times their size as he exerted incredible pressure on the ankle straps. The material held but only until Bruce refocused his attention on his ham-sized calves. The 34” of massive muscle solidified into granite-hard boulders and the chains wrapped around the metal pillars screamed in agony. Then, to the complete terror of the three men witnessing his inhuman display of muscle control, Bruce flexed his lower calves. An advantage of his musculature gave Bruce thick lower calf muscles that flowed perfectly to his ankle. Many people do not have this attribute, having calves that end well above the ankle but like everything else on him, Bruce was the exception to the norm. With his enormous calves fully flexed, the muscles running to his ankles looked relatively small but compared to anyone else, they were astoundingly thick and incredibly developed. The tearing of leather filled the gym as both straps blew apart simultaneously. “NO!” Screamed Mitch as Andy leap into action. He searched frantically for something to use on Bruce. He grabbed a 100lb barbell and swung it like a baseball bat. It made contact with Bruce’s abs with a gruesome thud that would have broken a normal person in half. Bruce only let out a low grunt. Andy moved behind Bruce and started to slam the bar against Bruce’s lower back. As he hammered Bruce over and over, Andy couldn’t help but marvel at the density and extreme definition of Bruce’s back muscles. Realized he was having no affect on Bruce at all, Andy focused his attention on his quads and calves. He swung the barbell with such rage, it ricocheted off Bruce’s left quad and slammed into the metal pillar. Frustrated, Andy tossed the barbell aside and searched for something else. “Andy! Stop him!” Mitch screamed and ran towards Andy to help him find something that could do more damage. In his haste he stepped too close to Bruce. With lightening speed, Bruce’s massive quads pivoted and one wrapped around Mitch’s neck. “NOOOOOO!” Screamed Andy in horror. Bruce’s wrenched Mitch towards him and with perfectly coordinated perscission, wrapped his other quad around Mitch and crossed his ankles. Mitch started to claw at the slabs of heavy muscle as his head was completed surrounded by bundles of shredded mass. “BIG MISTAKE OLD MAN.” Bruce said in a calm, ominous voice. “LET HIM GO!” Andy yelled. “OR WHAT?” Bruce said as he slowly raised his quads with Mitch pinned between them. Mitch’s feet left the ground as his whole body flailed manically. Andy ran towards Mitch and grabbed his legs and tried to pull him free. Bruce looked down and started to laugh. “What to play tug of war with your boyfriend? That doesn’t seem very safe for him.” “FUCK YOU!” Andy said and started to punch Bruce’s quads with all his might but stopped when he heard the tearing of metal. Bruce hadn’t snapped the chains that held his arms behind is back, he was crushing them with his bare hands. Like peeling an orange, big broken metal links fell to the floor one at a time until the remaining chain fell loose, crashing to the ground. Andy stepped back just as Bruce lifted his quads higher, allowing him to grab Mitch by the shoulders, freeing him from he confines of his quads. Gasping for air, Mitch realized what was happening and panic took over. He kicked his legs and tried to wiggle free but Bruce had full control of his body. Bruce extended his arms and lifted Mitch’s 360lb body like he was doing front lateral raises. Mitch was facing away from Bruce so only Andy and Steven could see the look of terror in his eyes. “ANDY? You want to watch me fuck your old man again while we dangle from the ceiling?” Bruce said with a maniacal grin on his face. “NO!” Screamed Mitch and Andy in unison. Bruce started to laugh as he started to press is arms together, causing his massive pecs to inflate even more, pressing against Mitch’s back and neck. Mitch let out a horrify scream as the pain being inflicted on him was clearly overwhelming. Then suddenly, Bruce let Mitch fall to the ground where he landed in a heap. “Better idea. All three of you are going cum as I flex out of these chains before I fuck all three of you at once.” Andy rushed to Mitch’s body on the floor and both men slowly looked up at Bruce as Steven took a step closer. Bruce squared his shoulders and straightened his legs, from their vantage point, he looked like he was hovering over them, with the exception of the huge chain wrapped around his pecs and under his arms. Bruce stared at them as he slowly started to raise his arms. “It was fun letting you think you had an advantage for a little while but I’m done with these pathetic games.” Bruce said as his arms raised higher. Thick ropes of veins sprouted from his shoulders to his wrists as each muscle swelled and flexed. His titanic lats started to expand, their dense muscle was so hard, there was no visible dent caused by the chain. Countless thick veins crisscrossed in every direction as his lats continued to spread. With the grace of a dancer, Bruce lowered his hands and planted them on either side of his hips and started to perform a perfect, seemly impossible, lat spread. Steven let out a moan as his hand whipped out his rock-hard cock. Never could he imagine one man could be so huge and so powerful. Gobs of cum started to the spew almost immediately. Mitch and Andy continued to watch Bruce’s gravity defying display unable or unwilling to look away. To their total amazement, Bruce lifted one leg and actually performed a quad stomp, while dangling three feet off the ground. His bloated quad contorted and flexed into a mind-boggling exhibition no had ever dreamed could be possible. Andy looked over at Mitch recoiled in horror at seeing Mitch starting to touch himself. “Mitch! NO!” Andy screamed. “I’m sorry Andy, he just so massive, how is that much mass even possible.” Mitch said and turned back to watching Bruce flex. “That’s tight old man, feast your eyes on all this mass. No one had ever or will ever achieve this level of size. And you know what, I’m not even done. This is only the beginning.” Bruce shouted as he raised his arms again. With visible strain on his face, he managed to maneuver them around the chains and place them behind is head. The sight was truly incredible. Showcasing extraordinary muscle control, Bruce sucked his abs in and started to perform a textbook perfect vacuum pose. “Oh my god!” Yelled Mitch as he started to jerk his cock harder. “YES! I’m the only muscle you can get hard to now!” Bruce said as he forced his abs further towards his spine while causing his lats to flare wider. Bruce stared down directly into Mitch’s eyes and held the seemingly impossible pose until Mitch’s eyes started to roll back in his head and hot cum started to erupt from his cock. “NOW” Bruce said calmly and willed his lats to widen even more, making it look like he was spouting wings and the chain literally exploded in every direction. Bruce fell from above and landed with a massive thud on the concrete floor without loosing his balance or relaxing the pose. Andy and Mitch crawled away just in time to avoid being crushed but the massive freak. Bruce relaxed and took a step forward, looking down at Andy and cracked his knuckles and licked his lips. “Your turn.”
  19. morphedmaverick

    Worship me bigger

    Yes please do
  20. Your descriptions of muscle and flexing are freakin fantastic. OMFG is right!
  21. sexyscottishboy

    Worship me bigger

    OK so I had wrote another part but it seems to have vanished. I will try add more
  22. Need to see this continue. Love the strength, dominance and muscle!
  23. Nanook

    • Nanook
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    • Hypnotist

    Still growing the boys into men eh?

  24. Muscleinatl

    Ozzie & Deano: A Short Muscle University Story

    I love the descriptions of muscle sex. It makes the story come to life, since outside of the gym, muscle sex is a big part of having muscle.
  25. muscleaddict

    Ozzie & Deano: A Short Muscle University Story

    Feel free to take notes for future reference!
  26. muscleaddict

    Ozzie & Deano: A Short Muscle University Story

    Thanks Harry! Glad you're enjoying it, mate! I'd love to post more stuff here and more regularly but other things have a habit of getting in the way.
  27. docbr

    My New Old Dad (Parts 1&2)

    This story is awesome. Really like your style alexdog. Check every other day to see if there is an update. Love the domination yet care aspects.
  28. dredlifter

    Ozzie & Deano: A Short Muscle University Story

    UFFFFFFFFffff. That was a HOT muscle sex scene. Cocky, playful and sensual flexing for each other...woof. So much muscle on muscle, I love it.
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