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Uncle Ryan - Extra Cap 07 - Carlos 01 At the same , while downstairs, Carlos still angry and pissed off about what just happened, had enough. He pulled back and slammed his fist into a locker in the old private Roy's gym, denting the door so much that the lock broke, which only made him want to lay a few of punches into Ryan face." I need some more stuff" he said, gnashing his teeth, between increasingly heavy breathing and the anger that continued to rise. "Ya, I'll be way stronger than he can imagine." and the saliva ran down from his mouth out of his teeth in anger. Then Carlos looked at vials in the locker. He filled a syringe, pulled down his pants, and stuck it into his glutes. The substance burned, but Carlos knew the pain only made you stronger. Carlos was tired and frustrated of being subjugated and ridiculed by Ryan and his brother Ben, again. Yes, his brother had also ridiculed him years ago. So, while he was packing his things and waiting for the steroids he had just injected into himself to have the effect he wanted, he thought back to these days... [...] Carlos was a young boy of just 12 years old when he moved to this new city. This meant new neighbors, classmates and new relationships to build. Carlos's father, Cap. Ramon, was a military man, he worked for the navy, so they often moved from one post to another, but instead of living inside the base, Carlos's father wanted his son to live as normal a life as possible, so he, his two sisters and the mother lived in a lovely house with a garden not far from the base, while his mother was a bio-chemist in government service, but in any case the father wanted a house in the center of a rich and more balanced life possible for the youngest of his children, Carlos. Young Carlos liked to travel and see new places and he and his father had an excellent relationship, his father taught him with discipline how to get fit from a very young age, he loved being the strongest of his friends and feeling all that attention from his his friends called him the little bull, because already at 12 he was as big as a 16 year old boy! he had a muscular physique for his age and like his father he ate like a bear! The mother was always desperate when they both competed to see who could eat the most hamburgers or who could do the most push-ups, she knew there would be a lot of clothes to wash and huge bellies to feed! they were two true friends, more than father and son! Carlos loved his father and wanted to make him proud, he did well in every sport and got good grades at school, he always tried to make friends wherever they went. But this year was different. the cap. Ramon was no longer with them. Cancer had taken him away after a year of struggle and research to save him, unfortunately Carlos felt truly alone for the first time. He felt a great lack inside. He was in the garden, lifting boxes to bring things into the house, Thinking back to what had been lost by lifting the two boxes full of kitchen stuff, with ease as I will weigh much much less than they were. When he was called to attention by a boy standing in front of his house with an expression of wonder on his face. "What are you looking at?" Carlos said to the boy. "...oh...well...you're really cool! Are you new here?" - and dropping the bike, the little boy headed with outstretched hand and with a smile on his face towards Carlos who had just arrived. "My name is Ben, I live down the street! Welcome!" - said twelve-year-old Ben. Carlos looked him up and down curiously, twelve years old? Like him? How was it possible that the kids in this city were so small? He could easily have swatted this gnat with one hand tied behind him and without effort. "Carlos is my name, I'm 12 years old....well...yeah, we just arrived." he said dryly. "Good! We'll be schoolmates then! Everyone in the area goes to Sunrise School!" I'm happy to have a new friend!" - Ben was an opposite boy to Carlos. Pale skin, freckled, red hair and slim body, but with a delicate and clean face. "...Friend..?" repeated a frowning Carlos, but Ben surprised him again "of course we just became friends! How could I abandon a new neighbor in this unknown street without a friend to guide you through the school?!?" he said putting his right arm around Carlos' big shoulders and with the other arm mimicking an explorer discovering a new land! So Carlos and Ben immediately became friends. Little Ben helped him catch up with his homework and Carlos defended him from bullies and helped him with difficult jobs such as cutting the lawn or rearranging the lawn, at least these years would pass peacefully. She was really happy with Ben, Carlos, after years, the void he had for the loss of his father seemed to have disappeared....or so Carlos believed. The friendship between Bene Carlos continued throughout the schools and the two got along well together, Carloa had even convinced a reluctant Ben at first to train regularly with him, and he seemed to like it. Little Ben, as Carlo now jokingly called him, seemed to respond well to the weights and indeed, he almost seemed more gifted than Carlos. Ben was always with Carlos and Carlos was always with Bene, the families now thought that they had adopted each other! Ben had fun with Carlos and he finally seemed to have started smiling and being calm again. But Ryan was a volcano, always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Carlos had defended him several times from Mr. George's dogs or from the neighborhood bullies because he had provoked them. Ryan's mother didn't want the two to put him in danger with their affairs and she often forbade Ben from hanging out with Carlos anymore. Not that the gods did anything crazy, but little Ryan was too lively. The two were close to 18 when Ben's little brother, Ryan, was always close to the two of them, and moreover Ben was meeting Helen, a girl in chemistry class who seemed less than happy with the proximity of the big, hairy and muscular Carlos to her new boyfriend, Ben. Helen always said how Carlos not only always ate too much, but he was way too muscular and she didn't want this to be a bad influence on Ben. Soon the outings with Carlos became rarer, just as the training, both the new little brother and Ben's girlfriend, had created situations where the two no longer spent much time together. So the time came for college, Carlos didn't expect Ben to go away with Helen to follow her in chemistry, they had always talked about going to a college where they could get study grants, travel and who knows, maybe become professionals. paid to do what they liked! But Helen had different plans, so much so that it led to the two friends arguing, Ben told Carlos that he couldn't expect them to always stay together, he was starting a family. With Helen there in front of her nodding and smiling, Bena would have to push that disgusting being away, Helen couldn't stand how Carlos, such a burly, hairy and not very elegant boy without a father and certainly not a pure American, was hanging around her Ben!!! So much so that at the height of the discussion between Carlos and Ben, he intervened by calling the boy a disgusting, defamatory boy! Ben remained silent....silent do you understand? He didn't say or do anything, he was now under Helen's thumb, Carlos was almost in tears waiting for some response, movement or defense from the man who for years had been his friend... nothing. With his married sisters moved to other states, and his mother having taken on a new partner and moved to Canada, he felt increasingly alone, increasingly empty. The void. Yes, he had been abandoned by everyone. Now he was alone. He was the one who had to grow up to fill the void. Carlos was left alone again. the void. [...] Years passed, Carlos had joined the marines, he continued to train, more and more. He seemed focused only on getting bigger and more disgusting... as Helen had called him that time. All he had on his mind was getting huge and making Ben pay! He had disappointed him, he had left him alone. Over time he had acquired more and more self-confidence and his physique, which he had discovered was much appreciated by many men and he liked it, he liked to dominate them and be adored. by the time he had decided to take everything he could from them, he would no longer have friends or companions. They were just ATMs to be fleeced to continue to fuel their growth. He had become famous on social media, he had everything on Instagram, Tik Tok, Onlyfans, everything to create content for his little and weak little men, as he called them. he likes to create content for every fantasy of his followers, of his weak little men Everything to fuel his desire for growth! Carlos had left the navy, he had become huge, he was a massive, fat bodybuilder, thick middle, muscular, beefy, with strong arms and legs, bulky, wide, hairy, cut dark military style hair and he was growing a moustache. He weighed almost 300 lbs for a height of 5'11'', he was wider than anything else, he had to walk through most doors sideways. He liked being so big. Who wouldn't have liked to be like Carlos, he had the strength of 10 men, impressive resistance and earned only by showing off his muscles, he had become a star, as he wanted as a child...over time he understood that he could make every rich man in the city fall into his employ, all he had to do was flex a little of his enormous muscles and here pathetic little men wet themselves in their pants begging him to accept their money or to fuck them until they were filled with his heat copious cum or being covered in his cum, and Carlos produced a lot of cum, he loved it! And thanks to his fame as a web star he also managed to obtain a sponsorship contract with one of the largest supplement stores in the state, Eddie's Shop. The owner was one of his most avid fans and asked him at least twice a week to pose for him live, paying generously. As well as a full, free supply of every sort of supplement he wanted to have. But Carlos knew that he would also need money and much more after this moment of fame was over, and for this reason he was always looking for a new wealthy client who would sponsor him or simply pay him to pose, cum or be adored. Like her last weak little man, Mr. Smith, an old man in his eighties with a fetish for big boys, he had even promised him a house to live in and that he would have a house built according to his wishes, and Carlos would not have let himself escape such a prey so easily. [...] Today he would finish the day after visiting Smith's home in this inn and then in his hotel room, preparing some content for his fans. he had done an excellent chest workout, his chin resting on those powerful slabs of flesh, which moved up and down and swelled in sync with his heavy and powerful repsiro, while he gulped down an amount of food that the waitresses had seen eat only at tables with 30 people. his blue body was full of his muscles and he was sweating like hell, he hadn't felt like taking a shower, he liked his smell male. The yellow sweatpants were too tight on him again, damn he thought, I only bought them two weeks ago! "Damn I broke myself today, I feel like a fucking bull!" he repeated to himself, concentrated only on what he was eating and on the ecstatic sensation of the pump. while he was gulping down his umpteenth spoonful of eggs, he was annoyed by a voice at the entrance to the diner, he looked up and saw a man of the same age as himself, in a tie and with red hair, arguing on the phone. He seemed completely lost since the ninth call, realizing that he had come in there, and that Carlos was obviously annoyed by it, he watched as he approached the opposite table but didn't stop talking on the phone. It took a loud belch that made both the man who had just entered and the waitresses jump in the air, a cold and severe look in the direction of the little man made him understand that he had to stop talking. "...err...sorry honey, yes...no...I'm not near the gorialla cage..." even if looking at that huge man, so dark and muscular, it seemed like it..."I have to close...yes, I'm at the diner...yes, sorry.."...he placed the phone on the table, making sure the big man stopped glaring at him. "fuck, stupid little men, they don't know when they're being too annoying" Carlos said out loud, finishing his last bite and heading towards the cashier, leaving the little man the chance to see his mountain range that was his back through the heavy blue sweatshirt with the hood pulled up and those huge thighs that were compressed in yellow sweatpants close to bursting. Carlos, he went to his hotel room opposite, tried to take off his sweatshirt but between the sweat and the muscles just fueled by carbs he was too swollen to do it, so he didn't think about it several times and grabbed the collar of the sweatshirt tearing it in two like it was a sheet of paper of paper."much fucking better!" he said to himself admiring his huge, massive, hairy and powerful body in the bathroom mirror. he gave a quick double bite and drank in the musky and powerful smell, licking his arm inside with his thick tongue, while the left hand massaged and teased his nipple, damn it felt good, so he was starting to connect his various socials and he's ready for a nice live masturbation with his followers, when from the corridor he heard the same annoying voice as before again. "...yes honey....yes Helen...I know...I will check on Ryana and yes, I will tell our son tomorrow not to continue..." "fuck again!" he said without worrying about others hearing him in nearby rooms. he opened the door angrily and saw him there, the little man with the red hair and the suit with the slightly loosened tie with the phone still to his ear, immobilized, like a deer in front of the headlights of a car, Carlos bare-chested wearing a pair of ruined gray shorts, swollen all over with a look as hard and dark as the starless night. "...Ben! Ben!...oh answer for heaven's sake what the hell are you doing!?!?" said a high, shrill woman's voice from the other end of the phone. Carlos raised his right eyebrow....it couldn't be...or maybe it was..."go ahead!" Carlos ordered the one he might have found, Ben. "...no...err....Helen, I...I have to leave you...the key card doesn't work and I have to...." - said Bene, still with his eyes fixed on that enormous monster musoclare that he found himself in front of. "Oh Ben, it's always you! Who knows what you've done!! You're the usual stupid person. Good night!" and the woman on the other end hung up. "Already stupid..." Ben repeated - "hey man, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you with..." - Ben tried to say but Carlos interrupted him and said "do you like what you see?" And he began to flex and make his huge pecs dance, Ben was trying not to look and even tried to walk away but Carlos' hand grabbed Ben by the small shoulder, "I didn't tell you to leave" he said in a threatening tone. "At that time?" she repeated Crlos was doing a double biceps, making Ben's jaw drop. "well seeing that tent in the trousers and that stain I would say yes!!" - Well he was embarrassed now as well as scared, he felt the power that this beast emanated. With a hesitant hand as if in tance he touched Carlos' enormous arm, it must have been 21, no 22... "24 inchs" said his tooth Calros, almost as if he had read Ben's thoughts.... Hell thought Ben, this beast looks like it's made of bricks, "I...I should...." - Ben tried to say, but Carlos urged him "..come in, little man!"

Haha! I'm glad you approve, mate!

Maybe Archie's been checking Ozzie out on Instagram for inspiration. Or Alfie even.

Of course, mate! You're one of my most regular readers/supporters! There's another part of this to go first and then it'll be story number three which is a bit more grounded in reality.

Can't wait for more GROWTH!!!

Hot as hell

Chapter 3: The Iron King versus Wonder Woman and the Amazons Chapter 3: The Iron King versus Wonder Woman and the Amazons The air hung heavy with the stench of blood and fear. The city, once a vibrant tapestry of life, was now a canvas of shattered glass and twisted metal, a testament to the Iron King's brutal power. The crowd, a silent, trembling mass, watched with a mixture of terror and morbid fascination as a new wave of heroes approached. It was the Amazons, led by the formidable Wonder Woman, their bodies clad in gleaming armor, their faces etched with a fierce determination. They were a force to be reckoned with, their swords glinting in the sunlight, their eyes burning with righteous fury. But even their legendary strength and courage seemed to falter as they approached the Iron King. He stood amidst the carnage, a towering monument of muscle and arrogance, his body glistening with sweat and tanning oil, his cock throbbing with a primal energy. He surveyed the approaching Amazons with a disdainful smirk, his voice a low rumble that echoed through the city. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "Look what we have here. A bunch of chicks with swords. What a pathetic sight." "I also have a sword," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He looked down, a smirk playing on his lips. He was referring to his hard erect anaconda-sized dick. "Perhaps, you have a place where I can put it." He said with a cocky smirk. Wonder Woman, her eyes blazing with righteous fury, stepped forward. "You have brought chaos and destruction to this city," she declared, her voice ringing with authority. "Your reign of terror ends here." The Iron King let out a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers. "Reign of terror? You call this a reign of terror? This is just a warm-up. A taste of what's to come." He flexed one bicep, the muscle bulging under his skin like a massive boulder. "I am the God of gods. I AM YOUR ALPHA. WORSHIP THESE BICEPS. WORSHIP THESE LEGS. WORSHIP THIS COCK." The Amazons, their faces hardened with resolve, drew their swords and prepared to fight. But the Iron King just stood there, his body radiating an aura of untouchable power. "You're wasting your time, ladies," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "This is a man's job. Go back to your kitchen and make me a sandwich." Wonder Woman, her patience wearing thin, charged forward, her sword glinting in the sunlight. "You will not insult us, brute!" she roared, her voice filled with righteous anger. "We are warriors, not your playthings." The other Amazons followed suit, their swords flashing in a whirlwind of steel. They attacked the Iron King from all sides, their movements swift and precise, their strikes aimed at his vital points. But the Iron King just stood there, his body unyielding, his muscles absorbing their attacks like a sponge. Their swords, forged in the fires of the gods, shattered against his muscle, leaving only harmless sparks and a dull thud. "PATHETIC," he sneered, his voice laced with amusement. "You're little girls playing with dolls. Weak scrawny bitches waiting for a real man to come into your life and show you who Daddy is." He struck a lat spread pose, his back muscles rippling like a series of perfectly sculpted waves, his arms stretched wide, showcasing the breadth of his awesome power. The Amazons, their attacks failing to even scratch the Iron King, began to falter. They were facing an opponent unlike any they had ever encountered before. His strength was beyond anything they could comprehend. It was time to show the Amazons who their Daddy is. The Iron King let out a guttural roar, his voice echoing through the city. The whole scene goes dark. A ray of light shines upon the Iron King's body, illuminating every inch of his magnificent physique. The Amazons, their eyes fixated on the Iron King's body, felt a strange sensation wash over them. A tingling sensation, starting in their tight cunts and spreading throughout their bodies. It was a sensation they had never experienced before, a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying. The Iron King, his body glistening with sweat and tanning oil, stood in a lat spread, his muscles bulging like a series of perfectly sculpted mountains. He slowly bounced one of his pecs, and the Amazons gasped in unison. The tingling sensation intensified, turning into a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Their bodies began to tremble, their eyes widening in disbelief. The Iron King, his cock throbbing with anticipation, bounced the other pec, then the other, and then started bouncing them in a rhythmic pattern, left, right, left. The Amazons, their minds consumed by the sheer power of his pecs, were completely hypnotized. They were experiencing orgasms, dozens of them, all at the same time. The Iron King, his body radiating with an overwhelming masculinity, began to pose. Each pose, illuminated by a ray of light, was more magnificent than the last. His muscles rippled and flexed, showcasing the sheer power and beauty of every inch of his body. With each pose, the orgasms intensified. Hundreds turned into thousands, then millions, then billions. The Amazons, their bodies convulsing with pleasure, were completely lost in the moment. "Oh, you like that, huh?" The Iron King asked, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You like how Daddy's pecs make you feel?" The Amazons, their bodies convulsing, could only moan in response, their eyes locked on the Iron King's pecs. The Iron King, his cock now rock hard, leaned forward and flexed his arm. He kissed one of his biceps. "Nice biceps, huh?," He said, feeling the hard, smooth muscle beneath his lips. "Maybe you'd like to taste them. Or better yet . . . have them wrapped around your throat." He ran his hands over his body, feeling the smooth, oiled surface of his hard pecs and abs. He was turned on by his own magnificent, God-like physique. He waggled his dick left and right, showing off its size, a thick, throbbing anaconda that dwarfed even the most impressive of Amazonian swords. "Look at it, ladies," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "This is what a REAL MAN looks like." The Amazons, their bodies writhing in a symphony of orgasmic convulsions, were completely lost in the moment. They were no longer warriors, no longer Amazons. They were just sex-crazed sluts, consumed by the overwhelming masculinity of the Iron King. He turned to the other Amazons, his eyes gleaming with a primal hunger. "You," he pointed to one, a particularly beautiful Amazon with long, flowing hair. "Kiss my feet." The Amazon, her body convulsing with pleasure, fell to her knees and began to kiss the Iron King's feet. She ran her hands over the smooth, oiled surface of his gigantic calf muscles. "You," he pointed to another, a fierce warrior with a piercing gaze. "Worship these legs." The Amazon, her body convulsing with pleasure, fell to her knees and began to worship the Iron King's thighs. She ran her hands over the smooth, oiled surface of his thighs, feeling the throbbing power of his leg. "You," he pointed to another, a woman with a fierce, determined expression. "Worship my abs." The Amazon, her body convulsing with pleasure, fell to her knees and began to worship the Iron King's abs. She ran her hands over the smooth, oiled surface of his muscle, feeling the throbbing power of his core. The Iron King, his body radiating with an aura of pure, unadulterated masculinity, watched as the Amazons worshipped his body. He was turned on, not by their worship, but by his own power, his own magnificence. "You like what you see, Wonder Woman?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You this dick inside you?" Wonder Woman, her body convulsing with pleasure, her eyes locked on the Iron King's cock, could only moan in response. "Strip," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Strip for Daddy." Wonder Woman, her body trembling, began to strip. She removed her armor, piece by piece, revealing her toned, muscular body. She was a warrior, a goddess, but in the presence of the Iron King, she was nothing more than a submissive slave. "Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with approval. "Now, dance on Daddy's dick." Wonder Woman, her body trembling, began to dance on his dick. She was a warrior, a goddess, but in the presence of the Iron King, she was nothing more than a cheap slut. Getting bored, the Iron King lifted her and placed her tight cunt on the head of his dick. "Open up for Daddy," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Take it." Wonder Woman, her body convulsing with pleasure, opened up for the King's cock. She felt the throbbing power of his manhood, the sheer force of his masculinity. "TAKE IT," he commanded again, his voice a low growl. Wonder Woman, her body convulsing with pleasure, her eyes rolled back, her mouth foaming with ecstasy, took the Iron King's cock deep inside her. She was experiencing trillions of orgasms, all at the same time. It was the Ultimate Ecstasy. Making slut noises like a cheap slut, Wonder Woman immediately dies. It was too good. Too intense. It was death by cock. The Iron King, smirking as he watched as Wonder Woman's body went limp. He had broken her. Conquered her. Wonder Woman, a heroine of mankind, reduced to a cock-worshipping dancing slut for the Iron King. He slapped the cheap slut off his dick and disposed her like trash. "Now, watch watch Daddy does to disobedient sluts," his voice angry with authority. "Daddy has to flex sometimes to remind you who Daddy is." Setting up for a front double bicep pose, he planted his feet shoulder-width apart, his legs locked, his quads bulging like two massive boulders. He flexed his calves, the muscles rippling and contracting, showcasing the sheer power of his lower body. Now for his upper body, the Iron King leaned forward slightly, his back straight, his chest puffed out, his abs tight and defined. He slowly began to do a double bicep pose, his arms rising slowly, his muscles flexing with a power that seemed to defy the laws of physics. The Amazons, their bodies convulsing with pleasure, watched in awe. As his arms reached a horizontal line, he quickly pumped his gargantuan biceps. "BOOM!" he roared, his voice echoing through the city. In less than a second, the bicep peaks grew to the hugest, hardest, boulders that anyone has ever seen. The biceps bulged with a force that shattered the air around him. At that moment, each Amazon felt more than a trillion combined orgasms. Their bodies shaking uncontrollably, their eyes rolled back, their mouths foaming with pleasure. They were experiencing the ultimate ecstasy. They were being consumed by the Iron King's power, his masculinity, his brute strength. The Iron King, his body radiating with an aura of pure, unadulterated masculinity, stood there, his double bicep pose held in a position of absolute dominance. Uncontrolably convulsing, ripping off their clothes to pleasure themselves, lying on the floor, eyes rolled back, fingering themselves, convulsing like electrocution. The Amazons filled their minds with fantasies of being dominated by the Iron King. Missionary style. Face completely immersed within pecs. God-cock going in and out. In . . . and out. In . . . and out. In . . out. In-out-in-out-in-out. Their bodies consumed by the sheer power of his overwhelming masculinity. It was too much to behold. Trillions of orgasms in less than a second. Then . . . nothing. Complete silence. The Amazons lay there, drenched in puddles of their own cum, mouth open, eyes-rolled back, naked and wasted. In a less than a second, the Iron King defeated the Amazons. It was the most powerful front double bicep pose. The overwhelming masculinity of his flex was too much to behold.

Sadly, I really love a bad boy , villain, so I’m kind of pulling for Carlos, his growth, a cocky attitude, and some domination.

That carlos needs some teaching

Part 9 Jason bounced on his feet on the canvas. Before him was his opponent. He crouched down, bouncing on his bottom, springing his thighs and hips for his kicking-dominant style. A well-adjusted man against his own peer. The bell rung, and he advanced like an aggressive buck. Front kicks made his opponent stumble back a few times. His barefoot swung at the head, none landed yet, his pesky hand blocked it. The battle went on, until one moment his front kick tilted up and - BAM! - finally found its target. His monkey-like spread toes covered and distorted his opponent's face, the rough calloused bottom of his foot slid from the mouth to the nose, transferring the great energy generated by his glutes down to the spear-pointed ankle - all with hefty muscles and thin fat like a bodybuilder yet the flexibility that befitted a martial artist. A KO win. Jason celebrated with a few spins and summersaults, one of which ended up with his foot sliding past the ring rope, he felt it impacting a face albeit with significantly gentler power. He looked back to see whether there's damage, he smiled internally. Coming to the side of his opponent, he checked whether he's ok and let the winner announcement routine go on. Leaving the locker room, still barefoot in a shirt, and still in his MMA compression shorts, Jason went to the practically empty parking lot. The thrill of the win was not the only cause for elation. When he looked back to check who had his foot grazed during his athletic celebration, he thought he saw his rival from his distant past. The rival that had gained his ex-girlfriend by his side. What use such a person has for an underground spectacle of man against man? No matter, that suspicion of encountering a familiar face who might just have tasted his victorious foot was enough to satisfy. "My car!" Jason's attention was refocused. A silhouette of a man in the darkness of the night cried for his car desperately chasing it; the scene lit only by the street lights and the roaring car's headlights departing the scene. Jason let his virile instincts on, and without any further thought, ran to the escaping car head on like a charging bull. Just under 3 meters from the speeding car, he launched into a flying side kick. His tough bare foot smashed the windshield unharmed and sunk into the face of the man stealing it. After killing the engine, Jason squatted on the hood, grabbed the man's shirt, puled him out and threw him beside the car. He jumped down and proceeded to launch a spinning back kick, cracking the man's ribs and caved in the car's door. The victim came to his side, clearly glad and awed at the same time. Now Jason got a good look of him and it was, as his luck would have it, the man he had accidentally grazed with his celebrating foot, and indeed, his childhood rival. The grateful man only knew him as an underground fighter; the Jason of his normal martial arts years, let alone the present Jason, escaped his familiarity detection. As it is often said of bullies, they don't notice those whom they have scarred. Perceiving in their mind's eye an object of harmless teasing. Seeing an opportunity, Jason made his move. He offered to pay for the repairs - money he had gained from his legion of failed men "neighbors". The victim, elated with compounding gratitude, offered a stay at his house for the night. After depositing the man at the hospital emergency room and reported the event to police, there they went. ---- Jason cleaned his feet enough on the mat to enter his host's house and relaxed himself in the living room. "Can I get you anything? Something to drink?" "I already had some. Thanks for the offer." "Nice house you have here." "Ah, it's not too shabby. I just bought it 2 years ago." "Cool. Not too easy for many people these days; homeownership." "Oh well, I just got lucky with my job with the bank." "A pencil pusher, huh. Laptop-job. Not the typical audience I'd imagine for an underground fight club." "Yeah well, I need something raw now and again. To be honest, I felt like a scowering mouse back then." "Soft-spoken, mild-mannered..." "Rowdy crowd, loud rap, testosterone wafting in the air..." "Yeah, what a contrast, I know. Your performance was amazing, by the way." "Yeah, the other guy was good too. Took my time to play with him. Wanted to get that predatory thrill going. Get that pump." Jason got up and flexed some muscles. Double biceps and most muscular, followed by a side kick, stopping a mere half an inch from his host's face. His crotch exposed from the angle of his dangerously threatening leg. "No need to flinch. I have complete control of my body. But I guess I just got too excited back then and slipped. In fact, you've had a taste of my foot." Jason gently bent the angle of his foot, bumping firmly but briefly the sword-edge of his uplifted foot on his host's lips. "I saw that look in your eye. The way you reacted to a big sweaty man who just won a fight sticking his foot on your mouth. I know it quite well. Unmistakable. You like that don't you. Like a scowering mouse in a den of lions. Shoulders hunched like a prey, wanting to vicariously feel what you yourself can't and won't. And then, whoosh, you got a raw taste of that power your own biology denied to you. Not only that, you got rescued by that very same man and his feet. Now you are under the lion's paw. This is more than just watching something raw. There's something... else." Jason could palpably feel the man's nervousness. His brain is sounding alarms. And yet, he felt the small tip of his tongue subtly licking the part of the foot that clamped on his kisser. "Come on. Don't be shy. Let it go. Let it all go. You know you want to." The man finally let his lips open and let his tongue take longer swipes at Jason's broad foot. His nose now pressed against the foot proudly wielded like a weapon, inhaling all the hormones that he could get. "Yeah, that's it. Know why I was barefoot at the parking lot? I never wear shoes or sandals to begin with. You wanted to see brutality. I live it. I know people like you. You hide your inadequacies behind high-paying jobs, money and property. You hide behind the strong shield of civilization to look respectable, powerful. Something you cultivated all your life since very young. And yet, I am the one feeling a million dollars here, like a conquering king while you with your suit-and-tie job got easily persuaded to lick a strong and grimy foot." Jason then rubbed his foot all over the man's face and hair. His toes occasionally tugged at the hair with the strength and dexterity of a hand. "So soft. So delicate. So easily crushed. I have my plans for you, whether you like it or not."

And my hyperfixation strikes again lol But in all honesty: that chapter was amazing. Kudos to the writer!

This story gets better and better, and we're still just in the beginning phase of Tait's and Lacey's plans for Kane. I can't wait to see where this goes next. I wonder if the author of this story already knows how many parts/chapters there will be? Or is that yet to be decided?

Hi there! A hearty thanks to my wonderful supporters and those who had encouraged me to write this sequel. This is its final chapter. Dennis CHAPTER IV Timmy discovers that something is going on between his boyfriend and Joey, the cute employee of the protein-powder company that Biff has contracted with to promote. In the morning, while Biff was out running errands, Timmy called the corporate office of Musclebeast to do a little ‘Sherlock Holmes-ing.’ He asked the receptionist if he could speak to Joseph Sperling and, after being connected, he heard a voice answer. Timmy knew for sure, just by his voice for those two seconds, that it was the same ‘Joey’ he ran into with Biff in Wilton Manors the day before. “What the fuck,” Timmy thought to himself, before hanging up. * Biff had said that he’d be back home for lunch. It was a beautiful December day, with temps in the mid-eighties and a nice breeze off the ocean. Perfect for eating lunch out on the shaded balcony today. It was a torturous few hours waiting for Biff to return home, as Timmy had thoughts that their conversation may not go well at all when he returned. It was obvious to him that Biff was hiding something, and their relationship was built on openness and honesty. Timmy had somewhat prepared what and how he would ask Biff, and his emotions were raw. He wiped away tears when thinking where this would probably all lead and decided to distract himself by making a big lunch for them in advance of Biff’s arrival home. Usually, they prepared their meals together. Timmy decided on three chicken breasts for Biff, one for himself, with several sides and an assortment of cut-up ripened fresh fruit. * Timmy’s heart raced as he heard the clanging of keys and the unlocking of the front door, announcing Biff’s arrival home. He was at the kitchen counter finishing up when Biff walked in and came quickly to him in an embrace, pressing his ripped muscular physique against Timmy’s back, trapping his boyfriend against the counter in an affectionate hug. Biff then kissed Timmy on his neck and said, “Thanks, my Little Dutch Boy, for making lunch. It all looks and smells delicious and has already made me so hungry that I could eat a horse!” Timmy felt Biff’s enlarging dick pressing against his lower back. Biff’s affection made Timmy even more emotional, seeing exactly what they potentially will not have together after their talk. But, with a half-smile and a little teary-eyed, he turned around and looked up at Biff and said, “Usually, when a horse is mentioned in conversation with you, it’s because your dick is being discussed.” Biff gave only a half smile back at the joke when he immediately saw that something was seriously upsetting his lover. “Honey, what’s the matter?” Softly, with a cracking voice, Timmy said, “Please Biff, take a seat outside and I’ll bring out our lunch in a few minutes.” Biff was very concerned for Timmy and immediately listened to his request. He stepped onto the balcony and looked out on the turquoise-colored ocean with its white caps. The ocean breeze that he felt was almost always evident, especially on their high floor. Even the hottest and highest humidity days are beautiful on the balcony, as long as that ocean breeze is present. He saw that the table was set with cloth napkins today and he took a seat, anxiously awaiting Timmy. Since they ran into Joey on Wilton Drive, Biff has subtly at times detected a little strain between them. He assumed this pow-wow that they were about to have will be about that. A few minutes later Timmy came out with their lunch on a big tray. But, very unusual for him, he had a very serious look on his handsome face. Biff saw it right away and said very quietly to himself, “Uh oh.” Timmy took a seat across from him and immediately and bluntly asked, “So what’s going on with you and that guy Joey?” Biff looked at Timmy with a matching serious face and took a few seconds to respond. “Timmy, I didn’t want to say anything yet to you, because I wanted your feelings spared until I absolutely had to. It was so important to me that you not be hurt in any way.” Timmy stiffened his back and waited for Biff to continue with what so far did not sound good at all to him. “I’ve had a major problem with ‘that guy Joey’ for a couple of weeks now. You’re a movie buff. Remember the film ‘Fatal Attraction?’ Well, I’m the Michael Douglas character and Joey is Glenn Close. No shit.” Timmy’s mouth opened in astonishment at what was being said. When Biff then took a deep breath in a sigh, his muscle-obsessed boyfriend of course looked at the enormity of Mr. Olympia’s solid pectorals expanding. Timmy wanted to keep this pow-wow clinical, but that was hard to do when the guy sitting right in front of him looked like Biff. Biff continued, “I spent the whole morning at the police station and then at the Musclebeast corporate office with their CEO with evidence of him several times threatening me. The guy is a total psycho. No joke here - I don’t mean Norman Bates from the movie with the name of how I just described Joey! And I’ve made an appointment for tomorrow morning with a big Miami attorney to obtain a restraining order.” “The first time that I met Joey was when I first started at his company. He’s the head of their production crew and when I was introduced to him, I saw right away he was majorly muscle-obsessed with me.” Timmy raised his eyebrows at that. “Yeah, of course I know the look,” Biff responded with a cocky smile. Timmy softened his expression as Biff looked at him lovingly before continuing. “I made a huge mistake, Timmy, when I first met Joey. It was really stupid, and I regret it. I sort of flirted with him once just a tiny bit, and nothing more. I meant it as just being a friendly sort of thing to do, you know, recognition that we’re both gay and all, in the very straight environment of that company. I didn’t mean at all for him to take it to be more than that.” “But then he came on to me, and, I could have dissuaded him somewhat by just telling him then and there that I was in a serious relationship with you as the main reason for my disinterest. But I didn’t. My relationship with you is none of his business. And, I didn’t know what sort of a big mouth he had, and didn’t want him gossiping to anyone at the company about you and me.” “Then he started calling me. He used his personal phone, and I tried sensitively steering him away from anything that was not work-related. But he kept calling, pleading with me to give him a chance. I then of course had to forcefully tell him to stop, and that if he continued, I’d block his calls. Then the texting began. One even said that if I blocked his calls, he’d set fire to my car! Do you believe that shit? And then in another text he said he could look me up on the county’s website to see where I lived. One text actually said, ‘I will not be ignored’. I think he lifted that exact line straight from the Glenn Close character from that movie.” “I knew if I went to the police right away it could have involved you and I wanted to spare you any anxiety with his stalking. But then, when the threats began and I had the evidence from those texts, I had no option but to do what I did this morning. His showing up in Wilton Manors was the last straw. He obviously had heard from my call to you the other day just where and when I’d be at Rosie’s.” “I’m very sorry Timmy. Maybe I was being a cock tease with him at the very beginning and that’s what started the snowball rolling with him. Timmy, sweetheart, you’re the only one in my life and I want to be with just you always.” Timmy nodded an understanding. They kissed across the table as they both cried a little. Then, saying nothing more about it, they dug into their still warm chicken to have their lunch. Their conversation soon shifted to sexy-talk, and they found themselves giggly rushing to finish eating to then make a quick retreat to the bedroom. Breathing very heavily, with lightning speed, they stripped off their clothing. Biff picked Timmy up in his arms as they went in for sloppy kisses. I love you’s were exchanged as Timmy felt the bulging hardness of Biff’s chest and then its taste with his tongue. With both men fully erect, Biff gently laid his lover on the bed and climbed on after. They went back to kissing as Timmy felt Mr. Olympia’s muscularity and still marveled at the enormous size and hardness of Biff’s arms. The bodybuilder obligingly flexed an award-winning biceps for Timmy, a favorite of his lover’s, and Biff always found Timmy’s muscle worshiping of it excited him greatly. As Biff flexed, he twisted his wrists to give the cannon-ball sized biceps new sexy shapes to its high-peaks. Timmy was all over it with his tongue as he moaned in extreme sexual pleasure. Biff grabbed Timmy’s dick and put it with his larger one and rubbed them together with his gym-trained hand. After a while, Biff moved Timmy, and repositioned him for the bodybuilder’s entry. Timmy wiggled his ass with a laugh to entice the muscle-god even more. He was used to Biff’s size, and they knew what worked for them for their greatest pleasure. Biff probed Timmy’s ass with his fingers first as Timmy gasped, but soon the bodybuilder-dick was there to make its incursion. And it did, knowing of course that a slow entrance worked much better, given its length and girth. Timmy relaxed as best he could as Biff entered. The pain/pleasure was great for Timmy, especially when Biff was at his sphincter. The fucking then began in earnest as both lovers were moaning their excitement very loudly. Biff had locked his lover’s body to his hard chest with one muscular arm as he gave wet kisses to his neck and back. Timmy felt Biff’s enormous manhood in him, and he wanted more of him. Timmy reached for Biff’s dimpling glutes and pushed in on them, indicating that he wanted the bodybuilder to ‘go deeper’. And Biff did, as the boys then moaned their pleasure even more. Both were soon coming, Timmy onto the sheets and Biff way up into his lover’s bottom. It lasted longer than usual, with both men then exhausted from their love making. They lay there for quite a while staring into each other’s eyes as their arms were wrapped around each other. Then they kissed and exchanged “I love you’s” again. For quite a while they then just cuddled, both thinking back on the day’s earlier very troubling events. * Several months later, Biff and Timmy are standing at the altar of the Sunshine Cathedral in Fort Lauderdale. Timmy’s best man, Pete, is standing next to him. Biff’s best man, his brother-in-law, is standing next to Biff. Biff’s mom and sister, Pete’s now long-term boyfriend Oliver(!), and many other friends, are gathered in the pews. They’re all waiting for the minister to begin. Timmy is beaming with happiness. The only thing slightly marring the day for him is that his parents were unable to attend, them being in Europe and too busy with work to be able to fly over for the joyous ceremony and reception following. Biff shares Timmy’s happiness as he looks out at his friends and family. But then his jaw drops a little in great surprise. Walking to the rear of the church, and then coming down the aisle, is his father. And, Biff is further amazed to see that his dad is actually smiling! This is something he almost never sees in his face, and more shocking to see it now on this occasion. His dad then takes a seat next to Biff’s mom. The minister begins, "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to join together these two men in holy matrimony. Do you, Cesare Biffaldo Stevens, take this man, Timothy John Meijer, to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" After Biff says, “I do,” the same is asked of Timmy. The reverend concludes with, “Biff and Timmy, you may kiss your husbands.” THE END

The psychological descriptions of the characters in this chapter are so great, it's as if I'm going to surrender my self to experience this process as well

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As usual, thank you for pointing it out. I will proof-read it a second time and edit it. I think my translation went literal there.

PT1: The Adventures of Muscleboy: In the Parasite's Clutches Final callouts had Nelson nervous about the final result. He’d been training for the better part of a year to be amongst these bodybuilders. There were a lot of whispers about him - he came up in the scene as an unknown when the other four on the stage with he’d seen in numerous other competitions. Something had happened, of course, call it luck or fate, that had made him go from a would be muscle worshipper to someone that could actually compete with these men. He worked full time as a janitor within a science lab of a strange man named Dr. Blake Late one evening, he’d been doing his usual rounds to clean the floors and make sure everything was properly inventoried, when he’d dropped a strange canister of glowing liquid on the ground. The neon green ooze exploded all over his body, and Nelson had become dizzy from the feeling as the chemicals leeched into his skin. When he’d awoken some hours later, it’d been curious - only glass remained on the ground, with nothing left for him to clean. He’d not told the doctor or anyone what had happened, marking the inventory lower and ceding that they would probably not notice a single vial when there had been so many others to put away. He felt no different the next morning when he’d awoken in his bed. Aside from this strange, deep hunger that seemed to permeate out from his stomach to his fingertips. He had the biggest breakfast he’d had in ages, only for him to feel unfulfilled. He threw on his headphones and track suit, and headed to the gym. It’d been there he’d gone through the motions with his personal trainer. A fit bodybuilder that towered over him, Nelson liked watching his trainer perform more than doing the work to lift the weights. He’d been a late bloomer in his 20s and not having felt the confidence to lift weights. As they finished for the day, they stood by the lockerrooms. His trainer gave a nod and congratulated another hard workout, though Nelson felt a little cheated. He didn’t want so much to go through the work as to just look like his trainer. And as they shook hands to say goodbye, Nelson felt a shot run up his arm. His trainer coughed, and gasped, and fell back against the wall. Nelson staggered back, too, breaking from the hold. To his shock, he looked at his trainer, a two hundred and sixty pound man, now looking a bit lighter and less pumped as sweat dripped from his body. His eyes almost rolled back as he coughed, and Nelson shouted for help. As the rest of the trainers rushed for water and aid, Nelson couldn’t help but see what had happened to his own body. He was at least twenty or thirty pounds heavier. And, going from a hundred and fifty pounds at six feet to a hundred eighty was no small jump. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that somehow - whatever had been gifted to him - Nelson was able to take this energy, strength, and power from the mere touch of another. Some would’ve sought out the doctor to reverse this. It was as much a blessing as a curse for someone who wanted to grow and be like his idols. But the hunger within him, especially after this first drain, convinced Nelson that he wanted more. He would take what he pleased and, staring at his phone and the numerous instagram bodybuilders he followed, would be just like them. Around town, he was careful with going to new gyms and getting personal training sessions with bigger guys. It wasn’t long before he was pushing two hundred and thirty pounds, ripped, that he determined he could do what he always wanted: walk on stage at a bodybuilding show and take top prize. So as he stood flexing and posing with the other men on stage, he grinned. He imagined himself as the best looking there, no one could possibly compare. And, to top it all, they’d had a special guest posedown and judge in Muscleboy, the king of bodybuilding superheroes! If he could win in front of Muscleboy, it’d mean that he’d accomplished more than he’d ever dreamed. They announced fifth, then fourth, and third, until Nelson was one of two left standing toward the center of the stage. This was it - the moment he’d been waiting for. “And in first place… Antonio Ramerez!” The judge called out into his microphone to the cheers and hollers into the audience. The bodybuilder next to Nelson stepped forward, and Muscleboy stood from his chair to applaud the man. Cameras flashed, and the judge moved to give Nelson his runner up prize. He glared out at Muscleboy, and then to the man getting his accolades. How could he not be the one chosen? How could he not be perfection? He’d taken so much muscle, so much power, and his body only seemed to spit out perfection when he flexed! This was unfair. You’re hungry. A voice from within told him Take what is yours. Take what you want. Nelson blinked as he watched the sash go around the bodybuilder in front of him. White hot rage began to pulse down his face as he watched the man wave out to an adoring crowd. In a moment, he reached forward to place a hand on the man’s shoulder. At first he turned to look at Nelson with a smile, then fell to one knee. He gasped as his body melted off muscle before the eyes of the crowd. When his pecs had flatten and his abs disappeared, Nelson let go. Someone in the crowd screamed, and Nelson flexed again. “If you won’t give me my prize, then I’ll TAKE IT!” He roared. He grabbed the bodybuilders to his let and right, and soon, they too shrank down and fell to the ground, collapsing in a heap, too weak to move. They lay in a pile on top of one another, moaning, too weak to move. Spent just existing on the stage in their sagging posers. Nelson flexed as the theater goers scrambled to leave. He fixed his eyes on the other men cowering behind him, and began to make his move. There was more than a dozen other competitors that he could drink from, and he’d never felt such hunger before. And never had he looked as ripped, as big, or as powerful. Just as he moved to snatch another competitor, he ran head first into a mammoth chest in front of him. He staggered back to see Muscleboy standing before him in all his glory. The superhero had come to give a guest posing, flexing his muscles, growing, and giving tips to the others on their form and muscle development. He’d been one of the judges that had denied Nelson his victory. And now, he stood before him, fearsome as he was, ready to put a stop to Nelson’s carnage. “That’ll be enough, Nelson. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I’m not going to let you hurt anyone else.” Muscleboy’s voice boomed into the theater. His quads rippled with tension as he stepped forward. Nelson should’ve turned and tried to run, but instead he felt himself drawn toward Muscleboy. It was as though he could read the air around the superhero. He could detect the pulses of power emanating off of his muscles, out of his powerful biceps and from the peaks and valleys of his pecs and abs. Down below, he couldn’t even comprehend the depth of this power - only that there was something lurking, a monstrous energy, that could destroy anyone or be consumed and created something terrifying. “You should be the one that’s scared, Muscleboy. I’m going to turn you into THEM!” Nelson flexed and nodded toward the growing pile of former bodybuilders. Muscleboy gritted his teeth at what the villain had done. Nothing was worse than Muscle theft, especially to a villain that never worked for it. Nelson charged then, and placed his hands onto Muscleboy’s flexing pecs. The hero didn’t move from his spot and grunted, flexing. He didn’t expect much from someone like Nelson - there were always villains like him thinking they could defeat Muscleboy - and so he flexed his pecs harder and harder. “Your powers aren’t anywhere near the level they need to be to drain me, Nelson.” Muscleboy snarled. Nelson grunted as he clasped hard onto the bulging mounds of muscle. He could feel the energy welled up deep within Muscleboy’s pecs, but only a trickle drifted out of him and into Nelson. Still, the head feeling of Muscleboy’s superpower, even if only an ounce, drove Nelson even further into a frenzy. “C’mon, c’mon!” Nelson grew impatient as he stood in front of the towering superhero. The crowd that had stopped to watch was cheering Muscleboy as the hero flexed. He brought his arms up into a double bicep as he flexed harder for Nelson. Nelson felt the anger within his stomach grow. The voice within him calling out, drain him, drain him, harder, harder! FASTER! I’M SO HUNGRY! It awakened something within him as he massaged Muscleboy’s pecs. He moved then to Muscleboy’s left nipple and sank down onto it, sucking, hard, as though he could draw energy out this way. “Oooooh…” Muscleboy felt a sudden jolt within his body. Nelson’s tongue circled his nipple, and as Muscleboy flexed, he felt the strange energy rippled across his pecs and downward through his abs. It took only a few seconds for his posers to be ripped clean and free from his crotch. Something awoke within him, his massive member tenting upward as it snaked with veins. It grew from a healthy 12” to 16” to 24”, soon thickening and giving a clear upper-cut to Nelson’s chin. Nelson staggered backward, nearly tripping off of his feet to the ground. All the while Muscleboy kept his flex. He panted as he felt the energy swirl up his cock, until at last he lost the flex and was able to regain his composure. “You really thought you could take me down just by putting your hands on me, Nelson?” Muscleboy growled. He gave a snort and raised his arm to give another bicep flex. “I’m Muscleboy. I’ve battled Atlas, Concrete, robots, and aliens.” Nelson half-listened to the superhero. His eyes were trained on the massive tented cock in front of him. It seemed to call out to him with its power. This was Muscleboy’s true source. This held his secret. He charged, growling himself, and gave a leap to tackle onto Muscleboy’s power rod. He wrapped it in his hands and stroked. Muscleboy grunted as he continued to flex, now growing annoyed at Nelson’s antics. “Get off of me!” Muscleboy snapped. “You already tried to down me and look how that turned out. Don’t make me have to really fight back.” “I’m so hungry,” Nelson said as he salivated over Muscleboy’s massive cock head. “I’m going to take down Muscleboy. I’m going to take everything!” Muscleboy raised his eyebrows and shook his head. He let out a laugh, even as Nelson’s hands on his cock were already doing strange things - making his balls ache and veins sprout - this lower tiered villain would be put away in a half second. And he wasn’t going to let him threaten him in front of all these people. In fact, he’d show them just how powerful he was. “Go ahead, Nelson. See what happens when you try to take on the most powerful cock in the world.” Muscleboy goaded the villain as he put his hands on his hips. Nelson licked his lips, and within seconds, seemed to expand his mouth to take in as much of Muscleboy’s cock as he possibly could. At first, Muscleboy didn’t feel anything, and gave another double bicep flex. “See Nelson, your tricks don’t work on Super - ” But he didn’t finish his jeer before he let out a low moan. His eyelids fluttered as Nelson stroked his massive cock. A single vein snaked up Muscleboy’s shaft at first, from the base of his cock all the way to the head. “Oooh… fuck…” Muscleboy let out a moan. Nelson began to suck the hero’s cock, his tongue swirling around the head and moving to excite the hero’s glands. He drank eagerly, tasting power, and weakness, in the superhero before him. Muscleboy’s pecs flexed involuntarily as he felt the strange wave of energy course down through his cock and then back up again. It was as though Nelson had connected a circuit deep within him, one that was driving the inner workings of Muscleboy’s balls wild. He wanted to pull away, wanted to shove Nelson off his massive member, but at the same time, desired all of this. He wanted his mouth atop his huge pole. He wanted this strange feeling of his energy swirling, loosened from his reservoir and flowing out of him. “I can’t…” Muscleboy felt himself growing heavy. He felt so strange, the energy welling up in his muscles as he dropped to one knee. His quads expanded and pushed apart, and his pecs grew heavier, thicker, too. As though his energies pushed further to the surface. Expanding his eight pack to ten, and his back grew even wider. “... can’t escape…” Muscleboy dropped to his second knee and moaned. The crowd watched as their massive, growing hero appeared completely defenseless against the onslaught of the Parasite’s mouth. Nelson stroked Muscleboy faster and faster as he watched the hero’s eyes flutter. He could see the hero’s muscles grow and hungered to rip the power from them. He could taste pre in his mouth then, and swallowed it down, greedy, his own muscles then growing thicker, stronger, too. He would not rest until Muscleboy was added to the pile of bodybuilders next to him. Muscleboy gasped as his balls grew tight and higher to his body. “OOoooh… euuuugh… can’t… hold it… I’m… I’m…” Muscleboy leaned forward as he felt his own body seemed to glow with energy. “Cummmming….” Veins snaked all across the massive member, and Muscleboy thrusted, his cock beginning to shoot a heavy volley of cum into Nelson’s mouth. The villain felt the connection, his eyes growing wide as he could sense the deep well of power within Muscleboy. If he could keep his grip tight on the hero, he could swallow down this super seed, and keep Muscleboy shooting and shooting until he was left with nothing. The hunger and anger within him wanted to see Muscleboy weak and powerless, to stand over him and gloat how he’d taken down the most powerful hero and his power rod. Except he wasn’t expecting the force with which Muscleboy would shoot his first load. The blast forced Nelson backward and he flew into a concrete wall behind him. Muscleboy continued to spurt heavy volley’s of cum across the villain’s chest and into his mouth, until the superhero fell to his side. His cock twitched and at last he ran to a dribble. His balls were still massive, as was the pump in his muscles. Muscleboy breathed heavily as he lay there. Nelson was dazed and laying on his back. Muscleboy looked worse for wear, but no smaller than when he’d started. A few bodybuilders approached to help him up, but Muscleboy shook his head. “Stay back! I have to take him in.” Muscleboy got to his feet, momentarily woozy, but his cock still tented, powerful. Nelson groaned as he staggered to his feet. He stared down at his arms and marveled at the size he’d packed onto his biceps. His quads showed an even greater pump. He flexed his pecs, left, right, and then looked over at Muscleboy. The hero was just getting up off the ground. He watched the curvature of the hero’s pecs. The ratio of his waist to his shoulders. His massive quads and diamond sculpted calves. If he sniffed the air it was only to smell the potent power of the superhero standing before him. And better yet, he stared at the power rod bulging from Muscleboy’s legs and salivated at the opportunity to drain it again. The heavy balls that hung down underneath of him were full of super seed that would only enhance whatever powers had been bestowed upon him. He just needed to take it. Nelson charged again, this time moving to hammer a fist into Muscleboy’s pecs and knock him back. His hand thudded against Muscleboy’s left pec, and then his right. The superhero grinned as he stood atop the stage, without moving. “You may have drained me once but you’re going to have to do better than that to defeat me, Nelson.” Muscleboy grinned as he angled back. He was careful to move along with his tenting member. The heft and girth of his power rod made it somewhat difficult, as the tree trunk between his legs did leave him open for a massive target. “Don’t you get it Muscleboy… I can take what I want. I’ll get what’s inside of you and turn you into that,” Nelson motioned to the bodies of the fallen bodybuilders on stage. Their muscles had been depleted and their natural glow had faded. Now they looked like patients in need of a good meal and a warm bed, too skinny and weak to lift themselves off the ground. “I’ll take what I want from you like a mosquito, or a tick. Or a - a parasite!” He launched himself forward at Muscleboy’s huge cock, but the hero deftly swang the member away from him. Muscleboy threw his weight with a grunt and knocked underneath of Nelsons legs to send him to the floor. Of all the types of villains he despised, Muscleboy hated those who sought to steal his strength the most. They hadn’t earned the power to challenge him, but instead were using what they had to steal what Muscleboy had been bestowed. He narrowed his eyes as he lifted his cock and brought it down heavily onto Nelson's stomach. The villain grunted and his body slammed hard into the stage, causing it to crack and splinter. Muscleboy held his cock against the parasite’s stomach and leered down at him. Nelson’s eyes were wide as he struggled to breathe underneath the strength of Muscleboy’s cock. He couldn’t believe that he was still conscious, much less having taken a direct blow from the most powerful member in the universe. But perhaps in draining the hero’s seed, he’d picked up a little bit of invulnerability, even if his strength hadn’t grown to match. He moved to wrap his arms around Muscleboy’s cock and started to stroke the massive power rod. “You may have your strength, Muscleboy, but can you resist my power?” Nelson was drawn to the hero’s massive member. His touch brought the beast alive. As Muscleboy flexed and shifted his rod to try to keep Nelson in place, Nelson began to rub the hero’s cock with all his might. He watched as veins snaked along the shaft of Muscleboy’s member. The tree trunk pole pulsed, the veins popping up along the skin of the shaft, winding up and around toward Muscleboy’s cockhead. As Nelson rubbed and stroked Muscleboy, the hero did his best to work up his resistance. He attempted to lift his cock up and slam Nelson down to the ground with a thud. The villain grunted and grimaced, nearly crushed under the weight of the force. And yet he held on, drawing on Muscleboy’s power, and driving a strange force through his member. He had never felt this before - a gentle warmth that pulsed up and down his member, and yet someone pulled deep down to the core of his being - he wanted to both pull himself from Nelson, and at the same time, wanted to see what the villain could do to him. ‘Muscleboy has him pinned!’ Someone in the audience shouted. There was hooting and hollering as their favorite hero seemed to have easily felled this villain. Muscleboy grinned and let out a grunt. “It’s over Nelson. You just need to - ummf - stop this, and give yourself up.” Muscleboy moved to grasp at his cock, which was growing harder and throbbing more by the second. Just what was Nelson doing to his powers? This - parasite, as he called himself - seemed to be drawing out strength, albeit slowly. His balls ached and seemed to swell the longer he held onto Muscleboy’s cock. “Over? Don’t you get it Muscleboy? This is just beginning!” Nelson wrapped both arms around Muscleboy’s tree trunk cock and pulled himself back along the floor so that his head moved in place of Muscleboy’s cockhead once again. Before Muscleboy could react, the parasite moved his mouth to the base of the head. He moved to suck, and drew his tongue along the hole atop Muscleboy’s penis. “OOOoufff…” Muscleboy stiffened as he was flooded with the strange blast of pleasure. Like a rocket from the tip of his cock down through his shaft, he felt the energy exploding outward from parasite. Except it wasn’t filling him, rather, this strange energy drew power up to the surface of his skin. Veins curled along his shaft, and a thick vein became prominent along the bottom of his left testicle. Muscleboy drew his arms up in a double bicep flex, growing his pecs and flooding his arms with power. He hulked up further, resisting the same force that had caused him to purge earlier. His biceps peaked, his lats flared, and he spread his quads. He thrust forward to press parasite back, though the villain held on. The crowd cheered at the sight of their hero holding back from Parasite’s attack. “You can’t… use the same tricks, Parasite!” Muscleboy managed as he flexed. In another moment, he’d draw enough strength to thrust forward and put an end to Parasite. He just needed another second to gather himself. He put his hands on his hips and focused his energies, rocking his hips against the threat of the villain. “Is that so…” Parasite’s lips slipped along Muscleboy’s shaft, and he set himself atop his cock head with abandon. He swallowed as much of the hero as he could take, and stroked him quickly. At first, it seemed as though Muscleboy’s powers held back or might’ve overcome whatever frequency the villain was using. But that momentary wall began to crumble as the hero tried to flex his power and grow his cock. He flooded his shaft with energy, engorging it, and trying to hold back against the vile villain. Then, the pressure built along Muscleboy’s shaft, and his eyes grew wide. “OOoohhh… uuuugh… how…” Muscleboy moaned as his eyes fluttered. This time, he fell to his knees with arms still in a double bicep flex. Once again, he could feel his body changing. The energy that pulsed through his body and his cock seemed to gather further to the surface. His pecs began to swell once again, thick mountains atop his chest. His abs became impossibly cut, trailing down to a waist that was growing smaller and smaller. His glutes expanded and his quads pushed apart. His neck thickened. His traps and delts grew thick cords of muscle. “More… I want… MORE!” Parasite’s tongue lashed Muscleboy’s thickening cock, which now quivered with every suck of his mouth and every kiss of his lips. He stroked the massive member at a frightening clip, as though draining Muscleboy enhanced his speed, almost as though Muscleboy felt vibrations flowing up and down his shaft. Muscleboy’s body swayed as he felt his body seemingly heavy, grown gargantuan from the crush of power now threatening to burst forth from the surface. He moaned again, and Parasite pressed his grip along Muscleboy’s shaft. He guided the superhero backward, whose weight caused him to lurch onto his back. He lay flat with his eyes narrowed, his vision blurry as he seemed to succumb to the kiss of this terrible villain. “Feed me Muscleboy…” The parasite commanded as onlookers watched, horrified, that their hero was now down for the count. Muscleboy let out another moan as his balls pulled tighter against his body. “N-no… you can’t…” He used every last bit of his willpower to resist and hold back the floodgates from opening. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the pile of bodies of fallen competitors. Surely this villain didn’t have the power to turn Muscleboy into one of them! They had lost all their precious size and seed, now nearly skin and bones. They moaned, barely strong enough to lift their heads, their bodies entangled with one another. The Parasite gobbled more of Muscleboy’s rod, and slid his hands around the hero’s shaft. The pre that dribbled downward became lube as he stroked the hero more and more. Muscleboy gasped and moaned. And then, his cock and balls flickered as he felt himself worked into a frenzy. “N-uuuuahhhhhh!” Muscleboy arched his back as he felt his balls overwhelm him. He gasped as he began to shoot a heavy stream of cum directly into the parasite’s throat. And while the parasite had been blasted off of his cock before, the villain held on now, gripping the hero’s cock tight. “It doesn’t look good folks!” A voice called out from the front row. “I’m here reporting to you live the scene in the theater, where our brave Muscleboy is fending off a man known to us as Nelson Davidson - his alias Parasite - from destroying anymore brave competitor’s at today’s Australian Bodybuilding World Championships. Unfortunately, from where we’re standing, Parasite has our hero on his back! Yes, that massive, muscled man is Muscleboy, and Parasite has his jaw seemingly unhinged! You can seem him guzzling what seems to be the hero’s precious cum reserves. He’s got his cock in his mouth and is sucking and sucking. Muscleboy’s back is arched and he’s flexing. It doesn’t seem like he can break out of this trance! For all of the viewers at home, I’m afraid of what we might be witnessing. Our hero has faced long odds, but if you look what Parasite has done to the men on the stage, we may be witnessing something truly catastrophic for our hero.” Muscleboy groaned as he felt the Parasites tongue lash against his heaving cock. He felt his balls churn as his superseed was purged and forced up the length of his cock. In heavy shots, he pulsed cum into the parasite’s throat. He flexed and moaned as he saw the villain’s own body tremble and grow with every swallow of superseed. The hero could feel his power churning deep within him as his super powered body fought to keep pace with the suction. I have to do something… soon… parasite is draining me too fast. His power is… growing! Muscleboy struggled as each time he moved to push himself upward, his cock would jerk and shoot another heavy load into the parasite’s waiting throat. I have to… take the chance and blast him! Something to get him off of me! “GRRRRRRAAAAAH!” Muscleboy thrust upward, calling on his strength, and deep within, his cum force! His balls glowed blue as he charged and blasted in the moment between pulses of cum. The energy rocketed up his bloated member, and slammed into the parasite’s head! The bloated muscular villain was sent soaring, upward into the air and then from the sheer weight of his muscle and size, was brought downward. He crashed hard into the wall along the farside of the stage, bringing down pieces of brick and wood from the stage. “Folks! We’ve just witnessed the power of Muscleboy. Look now! He’s getting to his feet.” A woozy Muscleboy stood. Cum still dripped out of his cockhead, but he didn’t look too much worse for wear: his body was still gargantuan, and while his cock was bloated and throbbing, his strategic cum reserves appeared to be intact. And, looking at the parasite, he may have just bested the villain. “Muscleboy! Are you strong enough to take down the Parasite?” The reporter asked with his microphone extended. “Parasite will soon be no worry to anyone. I may have let him get the better of me, but I can assure you: he’ll be behind bars shortly.” Muscleboy flexed his pecs and put his hands on his hips with a flourish. The crowd cheered as their hero seemed to gleam in the stage lights. A more critical eye would’ve noticed the slight glow of Muscleboy’s balls - a sign that all was not well - but Muscleboy didn’t give it a second thought. Parasite had only managed to drain a small fraction of his power, and because the hero had let his guard down. Now, he’d show the villain just why so many had fallen to the hero’s might. Nelson groaned as he turned on his side. He couldn’t believe that Muscleboy had managed to blast him! Just when he had started to really tap into the hero’s power, he’d managed to foil him and send him flying sky high! He must’ve looked like a fool, up in the air and then down again! He stared over at the superhero giving an interview to the adoration of his fans. He must’ve thought so little of Nelson, he didn’t even think he was enough of a threat to finish him then and there! Well, he was going to show this hero. He’d already drained a significant amount of his cum, and judging by the looks of things, had been filled to the brim with Muscleboy’s power. Parasite felt strange, but not in a way that worried him. Rather, his body had expanded and exploded with muscle from the hero’s superseed. He’d gained a hundred pounds or more of dense muscle. He took a moment to give a quick flex with each bicep. There was a slight sizzle of energy with his flex, and the parasite paused - what was that? “It’s time I take you out with the rest of the trash parasite. I’m going to give you one last chance to stop all of this and give yourself up.” Muscleboy’s hulking figure stood just ten feet from him now. He’d always admired the hero. His handsome face, his boulder shoulders, the way his cock hung like another limb between his massive quads. The asian hero had every mark of a true adonis, and his strength was unrivaled. With towering pecs and bulging biceps, Muscleboy was a true god among men. And yet. Even Muscleboy had been easy enough to get on his knees. His powers had not protected him from the strength of the parasite. He’d succumb to the pleasure his lips had provided, and better yet, he sensed that Muscleboy himself didn’t realize how much power and strength he’d given up. “And what I told you to back off, Muscleboy?” The villain searched the hero’s eyes for any fear. He flexed his own pecs with a crackle. “Back off before I totally waste you Muscleboy. Because when I get done with you, your superhero days are going to be finished.” Muscleboy shook his head. “You had your chance. Now it’s time for this to end…” “What are you going to do to me, Muscleboy? Reverting to trying to crush me with your muscles? I mean, I guess that’s right… your cock sure wasn’t strong enough.” Parasite grinned as he goaded the hero. Muscleboy glared at the villain. He could feel the heat of the lights underneath him, and the camera’s behind him. “The parasite has threatened Muscleboy, who’s power rod has taken quite the beating. I’m not sure what the hero will do. It is true, his member has been bested by the parasite, it seems.” Muscleboy bristled. He stared down at his own member, throbbing and erect, protruding forward like a proud and mighty oak. “I can beat you with just my cock, Parasite.” The hero contended. “And I’m going to prove it.” The muscles on parasites pumped up frame rippled. He stared Muscleboy up and down. What would it mean if he managed to drain and defeat the champion hero? What strength could he gain? What would become of Muscleboy if he withered like the rest of the competitors he’d sucked? “Careful Muscleboy. Would be a shame if that cock of yours shriveled up like everything else…” Parasite licked his lips. He could only imagine how the world would react if he managed to defeat their precious Muscleboy. Especially a villain who’d never once threatened him before. Muscleboy didn’t waste any time. Even he realized that Parasite needed to be needed to be neutralized before he managed to drain another load. His heavy balls ached from what the villain had managed to do, and at the sight of him now, Parasite had managed to accumulate some power already. He flexed his cock, now snarling with veins as it grew thicker and longer in an instant, and charged at Parasite. Muscleboy leapt and thrust to slam his massive cockhead into Parasite’s eight pack with what should’ve been a near deadly thud. Any other mortal would’ve crumbled under the sheer force of the weapon slamming into his stomach. In fact, Muscleboy himself nearly worried the grizzly result that might happen when his cock collided with the abdominal wall. But instead of a sickening explosion from the sheer force of his tool, Parasite’s abs braced, and rippled from the hit. Parasite let out a groan as he was knocked backward, his feet skidding across the hardwood as he dug through the floorboards. He held his stomach for a moment and his legs wobbled, but the villain didn’t fall. Muscleboy narrowed his eyes and charged the Parasite once more. He leapt forward, his massive quads shaking as he swung his cock to aim at Parasite’s head. The villain dodged just in time, flipping backward, his hands pressing against the stage before his muscled legs slammed down. He rushed forward to swing heavy fist into Muscleboy’s cockhead, sending the fucktool sideways. Muscleboy grunted as he advanced, thrusting again to use his cock like a sword against the villain’s body. Parasite attempted to wrap his massive arms around the hero’s tool, but the sheer force ground against his arms and out of his hold, ramming alongside the villain’s body. He groaned again as he was forced back, his thick biceps unable to contain the most powerful cock in the universe. “What’s the matter Parasite? I thought you were hungry for my cock!” Muscleboy goaded the villain. He flexed his pecs and charged up his cock, now snaking with even more veins as he pulled backward, stepping fast with his feet, whipping his cock out of the villain’s arms. He thrust forward to lay a hammering blow into Parasite’s abs. The villain grunted as he flexed his muscles. Muscleboy thrust once, twice, three times. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Each time his cockhead’s slam into the abs of Parasite sending terrifying echoes throughout the theater. “Muscleboy has Parasite on the ropes! Look at him now - we never had any doubt, did we?” The camera lights were on, phones were out, and the world was watching as once again Muscleboy proved who the most powerful hero was, with or without pummeling Parasite with his massive muscles. “His cock is putting Parasite in his place, folks. Look at him now, grinding away against the villain’s pecs and forcing him back toward the wall. Parasite is trying to defeat Muscleboy’s mighty rod, but even with all his stolen strength, can’t seem to do it!” Parasite flexed his own massive muscles and swung his fist into Muscleboy’s waiting cock head. Shower of sparks rang out across the stage, energy collected and dispersed from the villain’s blows. Muscleboy could hardly feel the hits as Parasite swung back at him. He can’t match my strength. Not without stealing more of my loads, and this time, I’m not going to let him, Muscleboy thought. As sweat trickled down the villains body, he did his best to swing another blow of his fist into the shaft of Muscleboy. He hammered it downward to the stage, and then threw his massive, muscular body atop of it. Muscleboy grunted as he felt Parasites sheer weight atop him. He could feel the warmth of the villain’s touch as he attempted to get the hero’s cock in a ‘cock-lock.’ Held down against the stage, Parasite swung his fist over and over into Muscleboy’s shaft. He growled as he focused his power on the hero’s thick and meaty member. Every hit vibrated up and down the hero’s shaft, though Muscleboy still didn’t feel the approaching danger. Instead, he tanked the blows with a grin. “That’s a nice try, Parasite, but this cock has withstood black holes. Your little hits aren’t going to bend this rod of steel!” Muscleboy flexed again, knelt with his quads and used the counterweight to thrust upward, forcing Parasite out of the hold. His slip caused Muscleboy’s cock to slam into his face and send Parasite upward and onto his back. The villain groaned as he rolled over onto his side. He seethed at the sight of victorious Muscleboy, whose body was now drenched in sweat. Every moment the two clashed, Parasite could taste the power being pulled, but it wasn’t nearly fast enough from his touch. He needed to weaken Muscleboy’s cock enough so that he could latch on once more. Parasite could sense that another few blasts of cum from the hero would be devastating. He just needed to figure out the best way to pull the power out of Muscleboy’s cock and finish the job. “When I get done with you, you won’t be so super anymore, hero!” Parasite lifted his close to four hundred pound body up from the stage. His massive pecs flexed and his thick quads readied. He charged forward again, and Muscleboy moved to lance his massive cock once more against the villain. Except this time, the villain moved to throw his body down so that he could slide underneath of the hero. He came to a halt at the base of Muscleboy’s shaft, underneath his gargantuan balls. The villain moved to grip one of Muscleboy’s balls with a tight squeeze, and then used his free hand to ball a fist and slam it into Muscleboy’s cock head. The hero gasped as he felt the powerful force of Parasite attempting to crush one of his free hanging balls. He hadn’t calculated for the villain to go for a part of him he couldn’t readily flex, muscle less the power of the villains grip. His left knee wobbled as he tried to regain composure. Meanwhile, Parasite moved to hammer Muscleboy’s cock upward, now slamming the long shaft up toward Muscleboy’s face. “Oh no! It looks like Parasite may have bounced back. He’s got one of Muscleboy’s cum tanks in a claw grip, and it seems to be weakening our hero. He’s hammering his power rod, but - uh oh! Muscleboy’s dropped to a knee! He’s flexing, looking like he’s trying to call on more power!” Muscleboy groaned as he felt Parasite’s hand gripping tight at his ball. The extreme warmth flooded his testicle, clearly from the connection that Parasite had made. While his muscles were slow to drain at the touch, his balls were full of the precious seed that Parasite needed to power himself. Squeezing his sac of power meant that Parasite had access to more of his strength. He felt one of his legs give as Parasite seemed all too happy to take in more of his strength. “That’s not a fair… fight…” Muscleboy grunted. He could see the people in the seats holding their breath. He had to do something. He moved into a double bicep pose and began to flex. The muscles on his back rippled. His neck seemed to stiffen and thicken. His pecs bounced and flooded with power, pushing outward. His biceps grew larger, the peak’s impossibly high. His legs pushed apart as more of his quads and hamstrings packed on pounds. His cum force filled more of his muscles, and Muscleboy could feel his strength returning. He let out a roar as he lifted up his prodigious cock and hammered it down on top of Parasite. The villain grunted, still squeezing the hero’s balls. Muscleboy gasped but lifted his cock again, only to slam it down atop Parasite once more. He did this a third, and then a fourth time, before Parasite let go of Muscleboy’s balls. He got to his knees, only for Muscleboy to slam his cock down atop the villain’s back. “You’re… going to… be… finished…” Muscleboy boomed, his cock heaving and holding against the villain’s muscled body. Parasite struggled under the massive member. He could feel the cum vein rolling along his slick back while Muscleboy held him down. He had to do something, fast, or else Muscleboy might land a knockout blow? But what could he do? Even with all the superseed he’d drank and energy taken, Muscleboy was unstoppable. He needed more energy to match him, and then to pin and claw his balls so he could hammer his cock into submission. Parasite moved to make himself flat against the ground while flexing his back. He ground himself against Muscleboy’s massive member, sliding his slick form forward and backward. Muscleboy’s cock responded as the hero throbbed, hands on his hips, all too happy to have the villain submitting and crushed down against his cock. Parasite continued to grind against the hero’s cock, and did his best to hold himself back against the superhero’s cock. As he tried to force himself upward, Muscleboy brought his cock back down, slamming the villain back into the stage. Parasite would lift himself up, and push back some, only for Muscleboy to slam his thick member down atop his back with a thud. He grunted and groaned as he attempted to slide, all the while Muscleboy beaming at the sight of the villain bested underneath his member. “Mmmf… not… finished… yet!” Parasite grunted, his body nearly taxed to its limit underneath the overwhelming steel beam that was Muscleboy’s cock. “Give up, Parasite. You put up a good fight, but you’ve gone as far as you’ll go.” Muscleboy chided. “You won’t get it any easier if you continue to try to OOOH!” The grinding of Parasite’s body had done more to Muscleboy than he had realized, though Parasite had a plan all along. As he’d ground his muscled body against Muscleboy’s powerful cock, he knew that the cum tanks he’d squeezed were aching to release some of their precious pre. With near the last of his strength, while Muscleboy had been busy giving him a hero’s lecture, he’d thrown as much of his weight as possible down and backward to slide out from underneath of Muscleboy’s cock. Reaching the end of the hero’s shaft, he’d scrambled to reach a hand to place flat against the cock head, and pressed against the drip of pre-cum atop his head. It was electric. The drops of pre-cum filled Parasite with power, but more importantly, forced Muscleboy into a flex. While he couldn’t thrust his powerful member, Parasite moved to swirl even more of the waiting pre atop Muscleboy’s cock head and seized more power. Muscleboy moaned as he flexed, and a glob of pre-cum splurted out of his thick head. Parasite moved to continued rubbing the pre-cum along the shaft. He had another idea. “Your cum gives you strength, but it does for that for me. With pre all of your head and shaft…” Parasite leaned back, and moved to slam his fist into Muscleboy’s cock head. It was as though his whole cock was hammered at once. The energy connected from Muscleboy to Parasite, only for the force of the blow to be amplified down his waiting cock. Muscleboy groaned as he tried to right himself and thrust his cock at the villain again, but Parasite sidestepped and moved to slam his fist atop the hero’s shaft. Once again, the blistering hit reverberated along Muscleboy’s member. How could his be? He was the strongest hero, with the strongest cock? “You can’t best me, Parasite. I have you now,” Muscleboy took a deep breath, now sheened in sweat. His cock had started to leak a river of pre. Muscleboy angled his cock back and attempted to take out the villain’s legs from under him. Instead, Parasite jumped, and worse still, delivered a strong kick to the side of Muscleboy’s shaft. He groaned as the hit seemed to be amplified. More of his pre leaked out across the stage, and as he struggled forward, Parasite kept moving to slick every last bit of his shaft with it. Parasite moved to grab at Muscleboy’s cock in another cock-lock. This time, Muscleboy grunted and groaned. His muscles flexed and tensed. “Let go of me!” Muscleboy felt strange as the grip of the Parasite tightened. His eyes opened wide. Was he - was he not able to free himself? The villain moved then to punch his shaft over and over, thudding hard into the meat of Muscleboy’s rod. Yet unlike before, each hit seemed to strike deeper into Muscleboy, who could feel his armor beginning to crumble. “Uufff… Oooh…” Muscleboy gritted his teeth as he could feel the hits rocking up and down his long and thick shaft. Parasite did not relent. He moved to force Muscleboy’s cock against his knee, laying heavy blows with his legs and bringing the full weight of his body against Muscleboy’s powerful weapon. As Parasite loomed over him, Muscleboy moved to hit him in the back with his fist. He thud against the thick lats of the villain, and for the first time, he started to grow afraid. His hits were powerful, and while Parasite groaned at the strength of Muscleboy, he was not content to have their battle finish here. He knew that he was close. And Muscleboy’s slicked up cock had been weakened. He lifted up the heavy fucktool and slammed it down hard, elbowing the shaft and cracking the bits of stage that caught both his body and Muscleboy’s rod. The hero gasped as he continued to try and swing at the villain. Parasite finally released his cock and let it thud against the stage. Except he wasn’t finished with the hero, not by a longshot. He arrived at the head of Muscleboy’s cock and moved with a swiftness. Before Muscleboy could pull himself up off the ground, Parasite’s mouth was firmly atop the hero’s cock head. He swallowed down much of the shaft, his powerful suction pulling at Muscleboy. The hero shuddered and moaned as he felt his balls ache and glow. He could feel himself filling up with his superseed as Parasite began to work over his shaft. “N-nooo… have to… resist…” Muscleboy focused on calling on his cum force, but his vision was hazy. Parasite’s mouth did something to his cock that he had not felt before. It was as though it connected with his energies and mixed with them, invited him to purge and release. He ached for this, needed to offer up the villain even more power. “Muscleboy’s hulking frame is currently on its back as Parasite has taken up the hero’s shaft. He’s expertly working over every inch of them. And we can see Muscleboy reacting. His muscles seem even more pumped than before. His pecs are twitching. His abs are popping. His balls seem to be glowing with every second Parasite has his lips wrapped around Muscleboy’s cock. It doesn’t look good. But - he’s flexing! Muscleboy seems to be growing some again. Maybe he can hold out, and get out of this after all!” The news reporter and others had not lost hope that their hero could emerge victorious. Muscleboy’s back arched as he fought through the haze. He was Muscleboy. His powers were buried deep within him, emerging when he needed them most. His shaft would fill with his cum force, his muscles would swell, and he would be the greatest hero any of them had ever seen. He would walk away from this defeating the villain who had threatened to take everything from everyone he faced. Muscleboy would once again triumph. He would - “OOoooOOooooooh uuuuuughhh…ooooh… goooodddd…” Muscleboy had been trapped in a double bicep flex while Parasite continued to suck more and more of his cock. Veins had spiraled up and down his shaft as the villain’s dark power connected with his waiting rod. As though his lips called upon Muscleboy’s energies, the veins moved from along the hero’s balls and trailed upward toward his cock head. They seemed to glow with power, each inch offering more and more until at last they reached his head. His balls jerked, and his cock stiffened. In a moment, he began to blow a third and heavy blast of cum into parasite’s waiting mouth. He moaned as his own body shook. He thrust into Parasite’s waiting mouth. Muscleboy’s eyes glazed over as he shot load after load out of his cockhead, down the villain’s throat, and emptied more of his super seed. He ached with every release, wanting nothing more than to offer as much as he could to Parasite. He had never felt so much pleasure. It was addictive, as though each release only lessened the time he wanted to purge his balls into Parasite’s mouth. At the first taste of his cum, the Parasite seemed to explode with power. His suction grew stronger, his muscles seemed to balloon, and his grip atop Muscleboy’s cock grew only stronger. He moaned as he sucked and sucked, feeling your balls offer more and more of their seed. He grunted as he devoured each blast. He leaned back to massage Muscleboy’s massive pecs and grip at his enormous biceps. He marveled at his inflated body. Soon, Muscleboy’s purging slowed, and each shot seemed more painful. “Something’s happening. Muscleboy’s cock is changing - it seems to be glowing red. And his pecs - did they - did they shrink some?” The cameramen took note of Muscleboy’s meaty member, its shade shifting from a normal pink to a deep red, and soon, like the blue atop the flame of a burner. If I don’t do something soon… Parasite is going to drain me dry, Muscleboy thought, fists opening and closing as he felt himself purge painfully once more. “AAAAHUUGH!” Muscleboy threw his head back as he bucked his hips and gasped. His biceps shrank along with his pecs and quads. He knew he needed to do something, especially as the grip of the lustful parasite strengthened. “Parasite’s not stopping. I can hardly watch. He seems to be doing to Muscleboy what he did to all the other competitors on stage. I can’t believe it. Muscleboy is unstoppable. Could the boyish hero really be drunk dry by this Parasite?” The onlookers watched the massive form of the hero underneath the shadow of the villain. Parasite of course was all too happy to lap up the super seed that was spilling into his mouth and down his throat. He loved the feeling of Muscleboy’s massive cockhead in his mouth, and more of his shaft down his throat. He could feel the hero’s cum vein in his grip as he stroked and milked the fallen hero. The cocky superhero had been all too happy to face Nelson, and just like everyone else, he had underestimated him. Now, watching the hero writhe and moan underneath him, he couldn’t help but want to see the hero done in and wasted just like he’d done to all the other bodybuilders. Then the world could see their precious hero was nothing more than a phony - someone who’d been given a gift that could easily be taken away. He loved the feeling across his pecs as he surged with more and more power. He flexed once, twice, as he held the hero’s bucking cock. He closed his eyes and moaned as he drank down another load. He could feel his rib cage growing to accommodate the muscle now hanging down from his chest. His waist seemed to grow smaller even as his shoulders expanded. The meat upon his back only grew thicker as he swallowed down the powerful ambrosia that was Muscleboy’s cum. All the while his hunger raged. As Muscleboy moaned and groaned underneath him, he wanted more. He wanted to taste the last drops of Muscleboy’s power. He wanted to make him exclaim his defeat. He wanted Muscleboy finished. “Muscleboy’s shaking!” The newscaster called out. Muscleboy’s heaving form seemed to be wiggling underneath of Parasite’s hold. He had drawn his arms up into a double bicep pose as his back arched. His balls seemed to glow blue and the length of his shaft matched the glow. “I… AM… MUSCLEBOY!” As Muscleboy arched his back and his cock glowed a bright blue, he fired a heavy blast of cum and energy out of his shaft and head into Parasite’s waiting mouth. Except this time, Parasite didn’t get blasted back. His eyes widened as he sucked and sucked, tasting Muscleboy’s cum-laced energy as it fired into his mouth. Muscleboy moaned and thrashed as he thrust into Parasite’s waiting throat. He could feel the beam of energy rocketing out of his cock, and yet it was being met with the suction of Parasite’s demonish power. Starting to… weaken. I can’t… can’t keep this up for much longer. “Parasite is growing even bigger than before! It seems that Muscleboy’s blast is going directly into the dastardly villain. Even now I’m not sure how much longer our hero holds out.” (To Be Continued in the Next Exciting Installment!)

The following is a section of a story based on Muscleboy: a superpowered, supermuscled, and cocky young hero that takes on villains for the good of humanity. He's got a few weaknesses as you'll learn. Imagine superman with supercock/cum powers, even more cockiness that he uses against strange and powerful foes. He's not a jobber, so even if he may or may not prevail against the parasite, please don't assume that Muscleboy's defacto state is to fall against villains. On the contrary, he's usually the victor, getting stronger with every bout. Consider this a slice of his story (and with enough interest, maybe I'll start at the beginning). For visuals, I thought I'd insert our fair hero and what you can imagine him looking like: For a long while now, I've been working with @sampsonmuscle (too long) on roleplays and stories related to his original character. I wanted to preface saying he's been amazing in regard to chatting about lifting/the gym as well as fun (and hot) roleplay scenes. Tags: Superhero, Superpowers, Muscle Theft, Drain, Cum, Supervillain, Muscle Growth, Cock Growth Warnings: If you don't like campy superhero stuff, muscle growth/theft, this probably isn't the story for you. Now, with all that being said - I'm happy to post the first section of The Adventures of Muscleboy: In The Parasite's Clutches!

Eh, perhaps he would relay the inputs to the actual author. Just hoping though.

Just… uhh…. Putting this here again…

Any chance we get to read Matty licking and sucking Tait's feet and toes as well as being trampled or scissored?

@Cactusman I think you’d like this one!

This is really amazing writing. And love especially the detail and pace, which is so unique. Yes, Matty appears to be Trevor from Elongro, as the previous reader suggests. He's going through right now the same initial humiliation with size difference. Tait appears to be close to the Jack character, though Jack was much more overt in wooing Matty's/Trevor's love interest. The potential humiliation increases a little in this story because Tait's his father! Wonder if Matty and Trevor share the same sexuality? dredlifter, very much looking forward to seeing how this all plays out.

Nice story. There's a small detail: I wonder if this sentence is a too literal translation from German, or if it might refer to the repairman praying to God? In German, "Herr" and "Herrn" may refer to a gentleman and to "the Lord" (and to the addresses "Mr." and "sir"), but the English language distinguish between the four. Or it may even be that the driver belongs to an old aristocratic family.

A quick one I wrestled out of my head ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm sitting at the desk in the office of my car repair shop to finish up some invoices. I'm enjoying how the clothes fit around my body when a rather loud vehicle drives into the parking lot. I stand up and stretch when I hear the roar and slowly make my way to the door. At 1.77m and 96kg I'm not a flyweight or bodybuilder but well built with a bit of a stomach. Just right for my operations. "Good day, what can I do for you?" I greet you, as you get out of your vehicle. I look you up and down briefly. “Looks very good,” I think to myself. I extend my hand for you to shake. I squeeze my hand tightly and feel the muscles in my forearm tighten. Veins stand out to show that I am by no means a weakling. "What brings you to me?" I ask you as a quick smile shows up on your face. I patiently wait for you to reply, as you point speechlessly to your car After a few moments you recomposes yourself and finally started talking: "My car needs to be inspected and serviced, but it suddenly became so loud on the way here." "Yes, I understand. Could you start the vehicle again for me and unlock the bonnet?" Fiddling with your keys after nearly dropping them, you do as you are told. The engine turns and something starts to rumble loudly while I walk around your SUV and take a look at the engine too Not finding any faults under the bonnet, but knowing what was going on, I walk up to you. "You can turn off the engine. I'll have to look at it from underneath. Everything on the engine is in order. The noise comes from the exhaust system, which happens after a certain age. Nothing unusual. I'll be back straight away." I go in to open the workshops garage door. Upon pressing the button, I suddenly feel a shock. But as quickly as it comes, it's gone again. "I think I need to get the door checked" I mumble to myself. I go back out to your vehicle. You get out to hand me the key. For reasons I don't understand myself yet, I decline and to the rear of your vehicle. Still not thinking about it, I grab the bumper and lift the rear so that the rear wheels of the SUV leave the ground. I moan with pleasure as I feel my muscles tense. My dungarees feel tighter than my butt and my thighs press into the material under the weight so that they are skintight. My flannel shirt is also stretched taut as I stand up to perform the deadlift. Crrrriiiiip The buttons on my forearms and wrists are popping off as they swell to the size of some people's biceps. My biceps press into the material so hard, that the veins are clearly visible, while my lats and shoulders press against the shirt ion the sides and almost make the material burst with my back and chest. I take a deep breath and take a step after step forward towards the workshop and push the 2t colossus onto the lifting platform, where I carefully set it down as if it had been a wheelbarrow. Once in the right spot , I bring the arms into position and ascend the car to the usual height, where I hit my head trying to go under the vehicle. Strange I say and ascend the car a little higher. Upon imspecting the underfloor, I quickly see the problem and call you towards me. "You see this? You have a hole in the exhaust after the catalytic converter. Due to the constant change of being hot and cold and also the weather conditions, the material is attacked and starts to rust. If I can loosen the clamps," I point to two metal rings , which are attached to the catalytic converter and the middle silencer with 3 screws, "I can replace the pipe up to the middle silencer. But if I get problems here, I'll have to replace everything from the catalytic converter onwards to the exhaust tip. It will cost 1000€, 750€ for the middle silencer and the pipe here and 250€ for the rear muffler". I say to you as my customer as I scratch my chest where hair is sprouting and the top button is having trouble staying in place. My biceps are pushing the material to the limit. “Should I try to solve it straight away?” I ask you and arm myself with an open-end wrench and a box wrench. I see that you are distracted staring at my body as if spellbound. I start to flex my chest. Rrrriiiip the top button rips off and hits you in the chest, bringing you out of the trance. Looking up at me, you nod briefly and I get to work. 2 screws are quickly loosened. I place the wrenches on the third bolt and try to turn it, but nothing happens at first. It has corroded and sits in there bomb-proofed. After 2 more attempts, I try again with all my might. I push myself into the ground and try to push the wrench in my my right hand as I pull on the wrench in my left hand. I bite my teeth and my face swells red from the exertion. Veins bulge at my temples. GRRRRRRRRAWWWWW RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP PING PING PING An animalistic growl leaves my mouth. Under the strain, the chest, neck, trapezius, shoulder and arm muscles swell explosively. The otherwise very durable fabric of my shirt tears as my biceps and triceps explode. A roadmap of Veins, the thickness of tubes decorate my arm which swelled to the size of Arnold's thigh. The straps of my dungarees are torn as the buttons and the material underneath are catapulted in all directions by my explosively expanding muscles. At the end of the workshop a window bursts when the buttons hit it like bullets. Standing straight up again, the front of my dungarees fold down, exposing my entire upper body. My chest is so big that people might think I could give shelter to a person, shoulders and back so wide that a double door looks like a normal one. My hair touching the undercarriage of the car. "It's loose" I open the hand that grew twice as big. Inside are the screws and two lumps of metal that were once the two wrenches. I'm a little dizzy and I'm going to drink some water first. I put everything on my toolbox and turn to you when I notice you standing there in awe. Your tongue licks your lips as you stare at my body. But something is strange. You seem smaller but that's not it... Suddenly I see your license plate come into my field of vision and I know what's going on. The lift lowers... quickly... You panic Acting quickly and without thinking too much, I throw myself over you and push you to the ground beneath me. Your face is gently pressed into my chest by my hand, a nipple touching your lips while my other hand is pressed against the underbody of your car. My breath on your neck as I turn my face to you. "Everything OK?" I ask you with great affection. You nod briefly and start to look up and see the car floating in the air above us. I move my hand under your butt and lift you off my thigh where you are sitting. I press my foot into the ground CRACK RRRIPPP One of the tiles breaks under the pressure of my strength. The legs of my pants tear as thighs as wide as your body and burst through with veins and strength. I rise higher and higher, holding the SUV above my head with one hand and pressing you against me with the other hand. I put you on your feet, add my second hand and place the vehicle on the ground. I stand up and walk towards you. You're just as high as my nipples. I lift you into my arms again and make my way to the office and walk through the gate, my shoulders as high as the upper door frame and twice as wide. “Then let’s get down to business.”