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First, I would like to thank BBMikeNJ who I have been a fan of for countless years. He has influenced me far more than he’ll ever know. I have received permission from him to post this short follow-up. Always trying to live up to the title of “Marcus” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As the sun danced across the room stirring me, I reached towards the sky to stretch out my tight body and yawn loudly. The only sound in the room outside of that was the faint sound of sucking going on. Even with the deep stretch I just did, he didn’t really stir, absentmindedly sucking on my left pec as he dreamt of flexed biceps. I smiled and reached down to stroke his head, showing all the signs of male patterned baldness. “Mr. B, it’s morning and time to get up.” It was a Saturday which meant it was two session day in the gym, so I had to get Tom up and get breakfast inside us. The past 6 months had flown by. I had moved in with Mr. Beck the second week of working with him. Even with the doubling of my salary, so much of it was going to my growth that it only made sense to move into his basement, which he had converted to a mother-in-law suite years ago to increase the overall value of the home. It also helped to live with a muscle pig to keep my other needs met. I was finally able to get his lips from around my tit, and he moaned softly and began to stir himself, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. I rolled out of the Alaskan king we shared most nights and sauntered my way to the restroom to relieve myself. I lifted the toilet seat and the sound of a steady, powerful stream filled the room. Today’s workouts were starting with Back in the morning and Shoulders in the evening, if my memory served me right. I let out another loud yawn while finishing up my morning business. I stuffed myself back into my boxer briefs and stepped on the scale to find out where I was sitting this morning. We had just replaced the old scale, that I crushed, with the type they use in doctor’s offices. The digital face blinked up to 432 lbs. “Heck yea,” I hollered. I was up almost 50 lbs since moving in with Mr. B and almost to my recent goal of 450 lbs. I stepped off and turned to look in the mirror. I smirked at the image I saw, and did a quick flex, the big “ALPHA” tattoo across my chest stretching as far as the eye could see, due to the amount of growth I had undergone. The tat was creeping up my collarbone and front delts, so the very top of the lettering was almost out of sight. I knew I had really packed on size since the measurements we recorded last week and I wanted to beat those numbers in the next month when we retook them. I had managed to pack on another 2 inches to my chest to make it an even 70, another inch to the arms to make them officially over 2 feet, and 1 and half inches to my quads to get them to a robust 38 and ¾ inches, closing the gap between it and a ‘4’ being the first digit of my quad size. I was snapped out of my daydream as Mr. Beck worked to squeeze by me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he followed a similar routine to mine, first draining his snake, and then popping on the scale. “What does it say, Mr. B?” I asked with curiosity. The look on his face told me he was pleased with the number he saw. “Fuck, I’m 275lbs as of this morning.” He exclaimed. I smiled. He had been outpacing me and I chalked a lot of it up to beginner gains. I had put him on an intensive stack with growth hormone on top. Even with his advanced age I was proud of the old man. I slapped him on the ass with an ‘attaboy’ touch, and he let out a little yelp with a smile. I waddled out of the bathroom and ascended the stairs to the kitchen, the smell of breakfast hitting me in the face. “Hey Alan. I see up early as always.” I said to Mr. B’s husband. He was close in age to his husband, although far from Mr. Beck in build, even before I took him under my wing. He was a good deal more slender. One of those guys who didn’t really gain fat or muscle even as he aged. He had taken to our little arrangement well, especially since he would rather spend his days gardening than lifting weights. I could always hear him listening to some of his favorite arias as I was tapping his husband deep after we had gotten back from the gym. I could never tell if it was just an evening routine, or to drown out the noise we would make every night. That night for dinner, Tom joined us in some boxer briefs that probably would be stretched to their limits about 30 lbs ago, and now would definitely be leaving marks in his legs later. “How nice of you to join us,” I chirped jokingly, knowing that he would be starving just like myself after our late-night session involving heavy chest, where I ended incline bench by repping out 6 plates a side. It was quickly followed by a myriad of other movements to really push my chin-tapping pecs to their maximum bloatedness. I knew they were fully pumped because the right strap on my tank top snapped under the weight of them. That sent Tom right over the edge. Let’s just say we ended the night in an unusual fashion where he managed to pec-fuck my chest cleavage, and I wasn’t even flexing. I was reminded of the feat as Tom stepped in my direction and lifted my chin to scrape some of the cum I had missed from the stubble lining my neck. He stuck his tongue out at me in a mocking manner and pulled out a chair for himself. Those were all the words we exchanged for the next 45 minutes where we shoveled food prepared by Alan nearly as fast as he loaded our plates up. I finally tapped out a bit after Tom, due to my plates being loaded up a good deal more, and just having more capacity than him. I stood up from the table and let out a loud burp, patting my tummy in the process. By the time we got ready and arrived at the gym I knew my body would be ready for more so I made sure to pack some of the cooked chicken in Tupperware for my gym bag and prepared our intraworkout shakes, a big one for me and a smaller one for Mr. B. As we squeezed into my F250 and my shoulder easily spilled over into his side of the truck, he smiled and shoved back playfully. “I’m only going to be wider after our session this morning,” I promised, as I backed out of the driveway.

Actively working on wrapping this and other stories up. I want to post them all at once hopefully along with a new story. Just not rushing myself

Chapter 5.1: Meeting… Matteo noticed that he was slowly waking up. There was some reddish color coming through his still closed eyelids, so there had to be light around him. Fuck, his head hurt like hell and it was hard for him to think clearly. When he opened his eyes, he knew that he was taken to another place. He was lying on a bed in a room, wearing only his underwear and his cap. There were no windows to the outside. The lamp on the ceiling illuminated the room moderately brightly, but the light was cold and uncomfortable. The walls were bare and gray. This wasn't a room, it was a cell... maybe a prison cell? On one side was a heavy steel door. Above, two narrow windows close to the ceiling let in an additional warmer light from a neighboring room. But their glass was frosted, so that no details from what was happening there would have been visible if Matteo had stood up. It was the second night in a row that he woke up in an unknown place, but at least this time he wasn't cuffed. His gaze turned to the floor, where he realized that he was not alone in the room at all. The whole biker gang was lying on the ground, just like him barely clothed: in fact, he was the only one on the bed, all the others were either lying on the hard stone floor or on very thin mattresses. No one seemed to move. Were they asleep or unconscious? Or even dead? It was an unreal situation to see their hyper-muscular bodies so tightly packed and motionless on the ground. He took his time to look at them one by one. He noticed huge bruises on two bodies, which had spread around a blood-encrusted central wound. He thought of gunshot wounds, but then their injuries would usually be more severe and they would be lying in a pool of blood. Even among all those amazing bodies, Tony’s was sticking out. He was the biggest and most muscular, to Matteo he simply looked splendid. It was the first time that he could watch his glorious mountains of beef calmly. Last time when Tony was naked, he rather felt him but didn’t see much of him as he got fucked from behind most of the time. His solid meaty feet were closest. What shoe size did he have? 50 ? 52? (16,5 - 18). They looked so heavy. Matteo had been told the previous day that he was a black belt owner in several martial arts and that several opponents both in the ring and on the street didn’t survive his legendary kicks. He imagined Tony's feet crushing his victims to death. How many men might have lost their lives by these deadly feet? Suddenly, a large shadow moved across the scene as the scattered light from the neighboring room was obscured by a large moving obstacle. At the same moment Tony moved a little. So he was definitely not dead. Matteo’s gaze moved to his huge meaty calves, which were partially obscured by the feet from his position. Nevertheless, the protruding muscle bellies on either side were visible behind the feet in all their glory. Flooded with veins, divided by deep incisions, wider in circumference than the thighs of some competitive bodybuilders. Surrounded by the huge muscles around them, his kneecaps seemed so ridiculously small. It was his tattooed quadriceps muscles as thick as tree trunks that towered vertically above his kneecaps like massive jagged mountain ranges above two small lakes. How much weight could they squat? All four parts of his quadriceps stood in bold relief. His sartorius muscle stretched diagonally across the inside of his thigh, massive, proud, powerful. His adductors showed striations and were a sight to behold in their own right. If it wasn’t for the fact that these striations sank into the shadow of his neighboring huge monster cock. His glans and the front part of his mighty shaft had made their way out of the side confines of his underpants. Matteo panted. Did these biker’s fucktools ever go soft? What drugs were they on? His contemplation stopped abruptly. A dull thud made the wall vibrate. Once, twice. Three times. Four times. Cries. Panicked screams. The ceiling lamp fell into loose contact and then went off. Squealing like a stuck pig, higher, louder. The huge shadow through the ceiling windows wandered back and forth, hardly letting any remaining light in. Again and again the thundering impacts, as if a wrecking ball were hitting a concrete wall. Its vibrations penetrated Matteo's body from his hair to the tips of his toes. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! A big chunk of plaster fell from the wall on top of Sergio’s body. The screams went on and on, louder and louder, rhythmic. Then, suddenly in between, a roaring sound, as if a lion was rumbling angrily right at your ear. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! It felt as if the repetitive blows could cause the wall to collapse at any time. Then again that roaring sound of a strange beast. It was so unbelievably scary! “FUCK, WHERE IS TED???” The bikers around him had come to themselves as a result of the noise and were looking around. Alan had noticed it first. Then Matteo also counted. They were seven. Including himself, eight. One was missing. The other twin... Ted! “TED? TED? FUUCCKK, TEEEDDD!?!?,” Alan screamed in panic. Whatever was happening outside, Ted wasn't with him and that didn't bode well. However, it was Alan who seemed to be the only one to really panic due to his close relationship with his twin brother. The other men were rather surprised, maybe a little worried, and didn't really know how to assess the situation. Matteo, strangely enough, looked at what was happening as if he were just watching a movie. What on earth was going on next door? The dull clashes that caused the whole cell to vibrate continued unabated, while the rhythmic screams from the next room first became quieter and then completely silent. After two minutes, the heavy steel door slammed open with full force and two burly policemen in uniforms stepped through the door, dragging with them another completely naked man who could not stand on his own feet. It was Ted. The twin was a wreck. Blood mixed with saliva was dropping from his mouth. All of his frontal teeth had been knocked out. He was still quite muscular, but God knows why, somehow he seemed slimmer than usual, as if he had lost 30 kg of muscle mass in one fell swoop! There were thick globs of chunky semen all over his skin. Blood mixed with cum was leaking from his anus and formed a long curvy path reaching the door and beyond. His shrinked arms were twisted in a weird angle. One eye was swollen shut, the other stared blankly into space, way beyond this room. Incomprehensible gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. He looked like a madman, like a superhero toy who had been mishandled by a wicked boy. Alan jumped at his twin brother in sheer panic and threw himself to the ground next to him. He held Ted's head, whose eyes were now staring at Alan for help. The others were completely aghast, ready to kill anyone who did that to Ted. They were about to pounce on the two guards standing at the steel door, but the bikers noticed that they were all in pain, physically massively weakened and slowed down. Those bikers with strange gunshot wounds couldn't stand up at all. Matteo, however, still seemed quite uninvolved and kept looking around the room. Another deep rumble, now louder than before through the open door, boomed from the neighboring room. This time, however, it was not as indefinable as before. A voice, unbelievably deep, such as can only be produced by a technical voice distortion, was embedded in it and ordered the uniformed men to bring to him the boy on the bed. A All at once all eyes were on Matteo...

I had the wonderful opportunity to work on a commission for mystery79, who wanted a wholesome muscle growth comic for their DeviantArt page (linked). I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of creating this piece as fresh ideas flowed continuously. If you're looking to have a captivating story crafted just for you or if you'd like to express your appreciation to the artist, feel free to tip a coffee at $creativecoffeeman. You can easily message me on Discord at czechhunter69#0839. For those who are simply here to enjoy the artwork, sit back, relax, and let the magic unfold! ------------------- Alex the muscle daddy next door As the summer sun beat down on the small town of Willowbrook, Brock wiped the beads of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Home on a break from college, he had taken up a job as a grocery bagger at the local market to help save up for the upcoming semester. The monotony of the job was broken when a familiar figure approached his checkout lane. There was something about the man that struck Brock as oddly familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The man, probably in his mid-thirties, exuded an air of confidence and strength. His fiery red hair caught the sunlight, framing a face with rugged features and a perfectly groomed fiery red beard. Every inch of his muscular physique was accentuated by a tight-fitting shirt, emblazoned with the word "SECURITY" across his broad back. In this town, Brock had never seen a man this thick, so far from a gym - much less without a sweaty pump to justify that much fluffiness. As Brock diligently loaded his groceries into the back of his SUV, his attention couldn't help but wander to the striking figure waiting just outside the car. Every now and then, Brock would discreetly steal glances, catching the man's appreciative gaze fixed on him, as if he were a mouthwatering delicacy. As they both were enjoying the view. The brief connection of their eyes sent an electric jolt through Brock's body, leaving his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. It was in that exhilarating moment that Brock finally recognized the man's identity—Alexander Olson, his childhood friend's father and his next-door neighbor. The realization left him momentarily speechless, awestruck by the transformation Alex had undergone. He hadn’t seen the man in years, much less spoke with him. Gone was the lanky figure he remembered; this Alexander exuded a captivating presence, one that left Brock feeling a mix of admiration and desire, leaving his mouth dry and thirsty in the heat. As Alexander prepared to drive away, a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, reflecting in the rearview mirror, his lips curling into a playful smile. In a moment of tantalizing flirtation, he sent a sly wink Brock's way. Simultaneously, his hand discreetly dropping a crumpled piece of paper. The air crackled with intrigue, and Brock's heart raced with a mixture of exhilaration and nervous anticipation. Reacting swiftly, Brock's trembling hands descended to retrieve the fallen treasure. Carefully unfolding the paper, a crumpled business card, a handwritten message graced the surface, an endearing blend of disheveled scrawl and affectionate intent: "Hey cutie,” In that instant, a rush of emotions coursed through Brock's veins. His world seemed to tilt on its axis as he realized how much he didn’t care about who this man was. Alexander’s voluptuous body and playful gesture had stirred a dormant flame within Brock, igniting the possibility of a connection he never dared to imagine - the married dad next door. A whirlwind of emotions churned within Brock's stomach, leaving him both excited and apprehensive. The man who had been a constant presence throughout his childhood, had just flirted with him - and he liked it. Did Alex know who he was? As a junior in college, Brock was no stranger to the assumptions and labels cast upon him due to his youthful appearance - it’s often why a lot of guys his age didn’t bother with him. His gentle features and slender frame often led others to classify him as a Twink. Yet, holding Alexander's business card in his hand, he couldn't shake the feeling that there might be something more brewing, and certainly couldn’t wait to catch up. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Brock carefully tucked the business card into his pocket, weighing wether or not it was meant for him or what to do. The man was married! And his neighbor! With the warm breeze whispering through the rows of parked cars and the vibrant sounds of the bustling market filling the air, Brock stepped back inside to finished his shift before texting Alex the same message: “Hey cutie” In all honesty, he wanted to play it cool and go with the safe phrase of “Hey big guy”, but he also wanted Alex to know it was him. Brock and Alex's initial text exchanges flowed effortlessly - and to his surprise he wasn’t just imagining it Alex really did mean to drop his card for Brock. Alex was genuinely interested in Brock.The conversations gradually evolved, transitioning from playful banter to the exchange of revealing pictures. Alex's images showcased his muscular physique and dedication to fitness, while Brock hesitantly shared glimpses of his own vulnerability, encouraged by Alex's genuine interest - only to be accepted as he was. Alex loved a smaller, slimmer man he explained- someone he didn’t have to be in competition with. Someone he could playfully benchpress as they cuddled. Someone who would allow him to be their boss, dominating their world. Their connection grew stronger with each passing day, as they opened up about personal matters. Alex confided in Brock about his ongoing divorce and the challenges he faced as a newly out gay man and father. It became more intimate and clandestine, adding an exhilarating element to their connection. Brock would seize the opportunity to visit Alex when his wife was away, the thrill of secrecy coursing through their veins - even if they weren’t a couple anymore. Their meetings began with casual conversations and catching up, often over drinks. Alex often took the initiative to advance their connection further. Brock, with his experiences and knowledge became a treasure trove of information about being gay, became a guide for Alex, introducing him to new aspects of his sexuality and exploring different roles within their intimate dynamic. One such day, Alex came up behind Brock and with a confident touch, Alex's beefy hands skillfully working their magic on Brock's tired and tense back, eliciting a contented sigh from his lips as he surrendered to Alex’s intense pressure on his muscles. His eyes closed trying to keep from crying out, for fear Alex would stop. The demanding nature of Brock's job at the grocery store, coupled with the stress of affording college in the fall, had left him yearning for this kind of painful relief, and Alex proved to be an expert at easing his tension. "You're so tense," Alex remarked, his words laced with a mix of concern and desire, before applying deeper pressure with his thumbs to relax Brock's knotted muscles. "So tense and hard.” He said in a deeper and huskier voice. Sensing the growing attraction between them, Alex leaned in closer, his waist pressing against Brock’s ass over hanging the back of the stool. The absence of a backrest allowed Brock to keenly feel the firmness of Alex's waist against him, the tantalizing bulge between them leaving little to the imagination - a clear impression of Alex’s 8” beer can. A flicker of anticipation danced in the air as Alex's words hung there, heavy with smooth innuendos. Brock's heart raced, his mind swirling with a mixture of longing and excitement. The suggestion of moving to the guest room held the promise of a more satisfying massage, one that would satisfy not only their physical desires but take Alex’s gay virginity - if there could be such a thing. In that charged moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the throbbing pulse of desire and the unspoken invitation to see just how much Alex had learned about being a top. As Alex confidently led the way, Brock couldn't help but admire the mesmerizing sight before him. Each step Alex took revealed legs as robust as those of a seasoned athlete, defying any notions of a sedentary lifestyle. The moment they walked in the room, the waistline of Alex’s shorts loosened, surrendering to gravity as they approached the room, granting Brock an exquisite view of every sinew and contour of his muscular legs, leading up to the tantalizing glimpse of his boxer briefs. The tanned and impeccably toned flesh was a testament to years of dedication and hard work, as if he were poised to step onto a stage for a bodybuilding competition. His perfectly round buttocks beckoned like delectable cupcakes, inviting exploration and indulgence. "I work better without my pants on," Alex's voice resonated with playful anticipation. "Now, let's focus on that massage," he continued, playfully slapping a hand on the firm mattress. Brock began to pull his shirt up, but Alex halted his movements with a gentle touch, physically moving him to the bed to lay down. "If I need your clothes off, I'll take care of it myself," Alex's voice resonated with a touch of command, halting Brock's actions. A surge of anticipation coursed through Brock's body as he witnessed Alex's playful struggle with his shirt, his mighty lats flexing in a display of awe-inspiring power, captivating Brock's gaze. With each tantalizing movement, the magnificence of Alex's chiseled physique unfurled before Brock's enchanted eyes, like a masterpiece coming to life. Brock knew the man was purposely wearing small and tight clothes. His broad and commanding shoulders stood pressed against his traps, perfectly proportioned and barely able to manage the simple task. The flowing lines of his deltoids accentuated the distinct separation between each head, as if meticulously crafted by a skilled artisan. They seamlessly merged into his robust triceps, adorned with bulging veins that whispered of his unwavering commitment to his craft. Brock couldn't help but fixate on Alex's captivating chest—an embodiment of muscularity, adorned with a tantalizing dusting of fiery red hair and a trail of temptation leading below. Each meticulously sculpted pectoral muscle stood proud, emanating a pulsating aura of raw power and masculine allure - even as he fought to get his shirt over his head. The deep crevice between them served as a testament to the sheer strength contained within Alex's upper body. And then there were his rippling abdominals, a sight that left Brock in awe. Like a work of art, each individual muscle exhibited astonishing clarity, inviting exploration and igniting desires he never knew existed. Yet, as the reality of the moment washed over him, Brock's heart raced with a mixture of desire and disbelief. The enchanting sight before him beckoned him closer, awakening an urge to explore, to run his fingers over every carved ridge, and to discover the depths of pleasure that lay within this tantalizing dream made flesh. As the sleeves of his shirt clung tightly to his bulging arms, Alex's playful laughter filled the room, interrupting the mesmerized state that Brock found himself in. Their eyes met, and a mischievous spark danced between them. "Hey, Brock, I know you’re enjoying the view, but could you lend a hand?" Alex's voice dripped with playful charm. He was well aware of Brock's gaze, seemingly seeing through the fabric that concealed his magnificent physique. "Oh, yeah, sorry," Brock stammered, his cheeks flushing slightly as he snapped out of his reverie. He eagerly reached forward, grasping the warm and almost sweaty fabric, feeling the seams strain against the sheer size of Alex's body. Brock couldn't help but notice the subtle flexing of Alex's biceps, pressed against his ears in a playful display as it happened. It was a performance, designed to captivate and entice, and Brock was more than willing to be a willing participant. With one final tug from Brock, the shirt finally surrendered, leaving Alex standing before him, his head crowned with a tousle of messy red hair, a captivating contrast to his chiseled physique. In that surreal moment, as Brock's eyes traced the intricate lines of Alex's sculpted physique, a mischievous smirk played on Alex's lips, as he began to pop his pecs, left and right repeatedly - knowing just how hot it was for Brock. “Yeah? You like the huh?” Alex said. As the shirt fell to the side, discarded and forgotten, Brock found himself pulled into Alex's strong embrace. His head nestled between the pillows of sculpted pecs, the warmth and solidity of Alex's body enveloping him in a cocoon of desire. It was a full-bodied hug. Alex's lips left a trail of tender kisses along Brock's forehead, his breath mingling with whispered words of adoration. Each touch ignited a spark within Brock, fueling the flames of passion that consumed them both. "God, everything about you is so perfect," Alex murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and reverence. “I’ve never done this with a man.” The soft caresses continued their descent, leaving a trail of longing in their wake. Finally, their lips met, a fusion of fire and intensity that transcended words. In that passionate exchange, time seemed to stand still, their hearts beating in sync as their bodies pressed against one another. With a firm yet gentle motion, Alex guided Brock backward, their bodies sinking into the plushness of the bed. Brock's feet dangled over the edge of the bed, his knees bent as he surrendered himself to the gentle exploration of Alex's skilled touch. As Alex's lips and hands ventured across his chest and shoulders, a wave of sensation coursed through Brock's body, setting his nerves ablaze. Every kiss and caress sent ripples of pleasure, accompanied by an awe-inspiring visual display. With each tender motion, Alex's pecs flexed, their impressive definition captivating Brock's gaze. The sinewy muscles seemed to pop and ripple, a testament to the dedication and strength that resided within them. The rhythmic contractions of Alex's arms, guided by his hands, created an intoxicating dance, evoking a primal desire within Brock. And as their bodies pressed against each other, Brock could feel the subtle friction of the bulging briefs against his own waistline, a teasing reminder of the arousal they shared. In that moment, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the tender affection and care that Alex bestowed upon him. It was a moment of full of genuine emotion. It was more than a mere hookup; it was a shared experience of vulnerability, pleasure, and profound intimacy. As Alex lavished him with affection, Brock couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude and contentment. Brock's feet dangled over the edge of the bed, his knees bent, as Alex's strong hands worked their magic on his tired little body, pinned to the bed and loving every moment of it. "Let's add a little more excitement," Alex suggested, seamlessly steering the conversation into a new direction. With a fluid motion, his hand slipped under Brock's shirt, effortlessly peeling it off, revealing Brock's unremarkable chest. As Alex leaned in, his colossal back obscured Brock's view of the rest of the room, allowing him to only notice the stray red hairs that dared to venture upwards from Alex's pecs and nestle there. Alex's delicate nibbles and suckles on Brock's chest and neck sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him, while the slight abrasions of his facial stubble added a delightful sensation, a pleasant ache that heightened Brock’s experience. Brock found himself at a loss, his inexperience contrasting with Alex's muscular and seasoned presence. It seemed as though Alex was a master, effortlessly pinning Brock's hands above him as he positioned himself on top. Their lips met once again, this time engaging in a passionate dance of tongues, exploring each other. Brock marveled at the way Alex's tongue effortlessly extended further into his mouth, savoring the sensation. One of his favorite moments was when Alex playfully nibbled on his lips after intensely exploring his mouth. “You taste good," Brock playfully retorted between passionate kisses, his desire growing with every passing moment. The weight of Alex pressing down on his waist intensified the delicious friction against his throbbing cock, enhancing the urge within him, as if being driven deeper into the mattress. “That was suppose to be my line," Alex chuckled, his lips briefly parting from Brock's before resuming their intense connection. As their makeout session continued, Alex deftly began unbuttoning Brocks pants, but Brock eagerly attempted to lend a hand, only to have his efforts playfully swatted away. "That's going to be my job," Alex asserted, his tone carrying a hint of intimidation, yet the mischievous smile on his face dispelled any notion of seriousness. In the midst of their escalating passion, Brock could feel the room growing hotter, their bodies intimately intertwined. Alex's fingers expertly undid the remaining buttons of Brock's pants, his touch sending electric currents of pleasure coursing through Brock's veins. Slowly, sensually, Alex slid the pants down Brock's legs, baring him completely. "God, you're perfect," Alex uttered, a statement that no man of his size had ever said to Brock before. "I just want to—" He abruptly halted his words as his hand ventured towards Brock's eager entrance, skillfully tracing delicate patterns to help him relax, while using his other hand to generously apply lube to his own throbbing cock - a different beast that also terrified Brock. The air brimmed with anticipation, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze, each aware of what was to come next. With a surge of desire, Alex positioned himself at the threshold of Brock's longing. In a surprising display of tenderness, Alex embarked on their journey with meticulous slowness, savoring every moment of their intimate connection. Despite his imposing physique and impressive size, he moved with a gentle precision, his touch exuding both care and affection. His hands roamed Brock's body, worshipping every curve and contour, as if tracing a map of his devoted adoration. Brock's excitement only grew, his moans fueling Alex's fervor. Lost in the moment, their lips locked again and again, Alex began to thrust more intently now, their bodies melding together, Brocks feet locked behind the wall of muscle. "That's it, make daddy proud," Alex grunted, his words punctuated by the rhythm of their shared desire. Brock's body responded, the gentle stimulation of his P-spot sending blissful shivers cascading through his nerves until, without warning, he released in a wave of intense pleasure, his climax transcending any preconceived notion of a definitive jolt as he coated Alex’s treasure trial in thick globs of cum. As Brock's release marked the peak of his pleasure, Alex, sensing the culmination drawing near, intensified his rhythm. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a crescendo of passion reaching its apex as the bed slammed against the wall harder with each thrust. With unrestrained abandon, Alex's voice filled the air, his moans echoing through the room, as his own climax overcame him. Brock could feel the pulsating warmth of Alex's release inside him, even after Alex withdrew. Part of him wanted Alex to collapse on top of him right there, suffocating him. Suddenly, they both heard the front door opening and his wife tossing her keys and purse onto the kitchen bar. In a state of panic, Alex hurriedly attempted to get dressed, his voice filled with urgency. "Oh, fuck, she's home. You can't be here, you really can't be here." The sudden arrival of Alex's wife sent shockwaves through the room, erasing any remnants of relaxation or time to clean up as she announced she was home. Brock's heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation, scrambling to his feet but stumbling clumsily and falling with an audible thud onto the carpet. He lay there, his head resting amidst the scattered pieces of clothing, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anxiety. Desperately, he reached for his underwear and hastily put it on, searching for his shorts and shirt in a frenzy. In that tense moment, Alex's wife entered the room, her gaze immediately registering the scene before her. Anger and hurt flashed across her face as she confronted her husband, her voice trembling with betrayal. "What were you two doing? How could you do this to me? He's barely older than our son, Alex!" Her words were filled with pain and disbelief, as if speaking to an unseen presence, disregarding Brock's presence in the room. The weight of her accusation bore down on Brock, his face turning pale with embarrassment and shame. However, her expression suddenly shifted, and she burst into laughter, a bitter and mocking tone in her voice. "You could at least let me know when you bring him over. But Brock, it's nice to finally meet you." Her words were laced with sarcasm, a mix of disbelief and resignation. The situation had taken an unexpected turn, leaving Brock caught between feelings of humiliation and a surreal sense of relief, unsure of how to respond in the midst of this emotional whirlwind. "Why did you panic if she knows about us?" Brock asked, feeling a sense of relief as he closed the door. "It was mostly for fun, she said she’d do it if she caught us" Alex replied, his voice filled with amusement. "And you're a good guy. Besides, she still plays a role in my life. I hope you'll allow her to be a part of it as the divorce goes through." Though Brock felt a twinge of awkwardness, he decided not to dwell on it. As long as things remained friendly and amicable, he didn't care. "You two finish up, I'll get some snacks in the oven," she shouted from down the hall. Brock couldn't help but notice that none of this scene seemed to faze her. The way she smiled at both of them made Brock think she was actually proud of her husband. "How is she so comfortable with this?" Brock asked, genuinely curious. "We loved and supported each other for 20 years, and that support isn't going to stop just because we're not sexually compatible due to my own self-deception," Alex replied, his voice carrying a tone of maturity and introspection. "It took a lot of work to get her to this point where she's comfortable with it, and because of my failure to be honest with myself, it cost her a lot. So she's still a part of my life, and if you're willing, you could be a part of it too during that time. This is a house where love wins.” Brock could see the sadness lingering in Alex's eyes as he struggled to get his clothes on. It was evident that he was reflecting on his relationship with his wife, still carrying a sense of loss and regret. But Brock had a different idea. He stepped closer to Alex, pressing himself up against him, swatting the mans hands away from buttoning up his own shorts. "No, you're not getting dressed. We're getting in the shower," Brock asserted, a sly smile playing on his lips. He reached out, pulling Alex’s shirt back off. “We’re not done yet.” "We aren't?" Alex replied, a hint of playful challenge in his voice. "And what are you going to do about it?" he added, his gaze fixed on Alex's tensed arms, mesmerized by the bulging muscles, particularly the defined horseshoe bend of the tricep. Brock leaned in, capturing Alex's lips in a passionate kiss, pressing his body against the impressive chest that seemed to tower over him. His hand traced a path up and down the sinewy contours of Alex's arm, savoring the sensation of each muscle beneath his touch. "Goddamn, your muscles are enormous." Brock murmured between kisses, his desire and admiration evident in his words. As Alex guided them into the shower, the warm water cascaded down their bodies, creating a sensual curtain that heightened the intimacy of the moment. Brock eagerly took the soap in his hands, lathering it up to create a rich foam. With tender care, he started at Alex's broad shoulders, his fingers gliding over the firm muscles. The soap glided effortlessly across Alex's sculpted chest, leaving behind a trail of bubbles that highlighted every beautiful contour and ridge, tangling themselves in his hair as each strand danced. Brock's hands moved in slow, deliberate circles, relishing the sensation of the slick soap on Alex's skin, specifically working to get his cum out of Alex’s hair. He traced the defined lines of his abs, his touch light and teasing, before moving lower to explore each powerful thigh and calf. The water, accentuating his size and strength. Brock's fingertips followed the path of the falling droplets, reveling in the way they meandered over the ridges and valleys of Alex's physique. He couldn't help but marvel at the way the water clung to his well-defined biceps, the droplets forming a glistening sheen that highlighted their impressive size. With each stroke and touch, Brock reveled in the sheer power and beauty of Alex's body. He reveled in the way the soap slid between his fingers, the way the water traced every curve and crevice. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, the connection between them deepening with every gentle touch and little remark as Brock worshiped the mans muscles. In that shower, Brock delighted in the sensuality of the experience, determined to satisfy Alex again. As Brock knelt before Alex, his hands continued their gentle exploration of the muscular body, caressing the firm flesh with reverence. With a deliberate and eager motion, Brock's mouth found its destination, enveloping Alex's throbbing cock barely able to breathe. His tongue, slick with desire, danced along every inch of Alex’s cock, tracing the intricate veins and contours that brought Alex immense pleasure. The rhythm of his movements matched the rhythm of the water cascading down, a symphony of sensuality in the steam-filled shower. The taste of Alex’s pre, a heady combination that fueled Brock's hunger for more, as the cock began to stiffen. Soon Alex's hand found its place behind Brock's head, as he looked up at his man. Sensing the growing hunger in Alex's eyes, Brock skillfully slid his finger into Alex's tight opening, expertly targeting his prostate. The combination of Brock's tantalizing suction and the euphoric stimulation sent waves of pleasure coursing through Alex's body, leaving him unable to contain his moans. Driven by his insatiable desire, Alex’s thrusts grew more fervent, his hips thrusting in tandem with Brock's oral ministrations. Brock couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of the mans ass clamping around his fingers with each push. The intensity built, their connection deepening with every desperate thrust. Brock continued to expertly suck and pleasure Alex, skillfully navigating the delicate balance of pleasure and control. And then, as the pinnacle of their desire approached, a surge of warmth flooded Brock's throat. He reveled in the taste and the shared intimacy, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. As they both caught their breath, Alex leaned against the shower wall, his body still quivering with aftershocks. A contented smile played on his lips as he gazed at Brock, a mix of satisfaction and admiration in his eyes. "You really know what you're doing," Alex chuckled, his voice laced with post-coital bliss. “Holy shit, men really do this stuff better." The sensitivity of his body lingered, as he shuddered against the wall. “I knew you had a second round in you.” Brock said wiping his lips of Alex’s remnants. In the steam-filled shower, a sense of fulfillment hung in the air, mingling with the remnants of their passionate encounter. Both men stood in the aftermath of their shared release, their bodies intimately intertwined in the blissful aftermath. Alex laughed. “Now, let’s see what your wife has made,” Brock said, shocked he could even say such a thing. —————————————————————————————————————————— In the weeks that followed, Alex orchestrated a series of unforgettable dates, each one meticulously planned to make Brock feel like royalty. From candlelit dinners at upscale restaurants to romantic walks along moonlit beaches, every moment was a testament to Alex’s infatuation. He reveled in the knowledge that his bulging muscles had the power to arouse and captivate Brock, his slender frame drawn to the sheer physicality of Alex's body. Brock, enthralled by the sight of every flexing muscle and the way Alex's shirts clung to his sculpted physique, found himself mesmerized by the sheer strength and beauty of his partner and they numerous ways he could support them both. As their relationship deepened, they ventured into new territories. Wrestling and working out together became a thrilling exploration of trust and vulnerability. In the heat of their workouts, Brock willingly placed himself in precarious situations, his body straining under the weight of Alex's strength with relief at Alex’s discretion. Bringing him to the point of collapse only for Alex to save him last moment. Under his watchful eye, Brock willingly surrendered himself to the tantalizing play of power dynamics late at Alex’s gym. He reveled in the intoxicating blend of vulnerability and domination, cherishing each moment when Alex took control with a touch that was both careful and loving. The sheer force of Alex's presence made Brock feel simultaneously small and cherished, the perfect balance that fueled their passionate connection. On the wrestling mat, their bodies entangled in a dance of strength and skill, Alex allowed Brock to practice the moves they had been working on. With each takedown and counter, Brock's confidence grew, the fruits of their dedicated workouts and wrestling sessions evident in his improved technique. As Alex tapped out, acknowledging Brock's victory for the night, a sense of pride and joy swelled within him. He admired Brock's progress, marveling at how far they had come together. Laughing as he pulled himself out of the staged and rehearsed full nelson, Alex couldn't help but tease Brock playfully, as if he wasn't the one pinned beneath him. "You're getting much better at that," he chuckled, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes, despite the lighthearted banter. With their wrestling match concluded, the intensity of their physical excitement began to subside, giving way to a pleasant fatigue that washed over them. “I swear you’ve been getting stronger.” Brock heaved as they made their way to the gym showers, the sound of running water serving as a soothing backdrop to their intimate conversation. “Since we’ve started working out, I’ve had a reason to push myself harder knowing there’s a man just waiting for this…” He said flexing a bicep, rotating his first in and out to really accentuate the muscle. As they stood under the warm cascade of water, cleansing their bodies from the exertion of their rigorous workout, Brock's mind turned to the approaching end of summer. The realization that his time with Alex was limited brought a tinge of sadness to his heart. Looking into Alex's eyes, he couldn't help but voice his concerns. "You know, summer's almost over," Brock spoke softly, his voice laced with a hint of melancholy. "I don't want to go back to college at this point.” The gravity of the words hung in the air, the implications of such a decision echoing between them. Brock hoped for a solution that would allow him to stay close to Alex, to continue nurturing the connection they had forged during these precious summer months. Alex, understanding the weight of Brock's decisions, reached out to gently caress his cheek. His expression softened, a mixture of understanding and affection reflected in his eyes. “Brock, I would do anything to make you happy and wouldn’t stop until you were,” Alex responded, his voice tender yet resolute. "If staying here, maybe pursuing online courses or working blue collar stuff, will bring you joy, then I fully support your decision. Your happiness and my growth for you, is what matter to me.” As he stepped on the scale, relishing the 5 pounds he was up, only for Brock to claim it was water weight and smash his proud moment. The sincerity in Alex's words filled Brock's heart with warmth, dispelling any lingering doubts. In that moment, he realized that their bond extended beyond the physical, encompassing a deep emotional connection that transcended any physical distance or academic pursuits, leading to someone willing to support him or physically hold him up. What harm would it be to simply continue falling in love with Alex? As they finished showering and dressed, preparing to leave the gym, a sense of gratitude and contentment settled within them as the held hands leaving. The drive home was filled with quiet reflection, punctuated by occasional glances exchanged between them, their love and devotion silently spoken through their eyes. With each passing day, their connection had deepened. The summer may be drawing to a close, but the love they had cultivated would continue to thrive, nurturing their souls and paving the way for a future filled with shared experiences and unwavering support. —————————————————————————————————————————— As they approached their respective homes one evening, hand in hand, they entered their separate front doors with a final smile before disappearing behind the frame, each stepping into the presence of their own families. For Brock, however, an unexpected encounter awaited him as his father stood there, a mix of curiosity and concern etched upon his face. "What's been going on with you and Alex?" his father questioned, his tone filled with a blend of confusion and worry. "You spend all your time with him and have been taking fewer hours at work. You boss just texted me and said you’ve been coming in less.” Brock felt the weight of his father's gaze, knowing that his dad was aware of his sexuality but still grappling with the complexities understanding the gay community - so in-depth conversations weren’t exactly his strong suit. "Dad, we're just hanging out," Brock replied, choosing to evade the subject, his voice tinged with a hint of unease. “Having a good time.” "You spend more time with him than with your own family," his father continued, his concern evident. "We only get to see you for a short while during the summer. How are you even able to afford taking so much time off from work?” Brock's father knew his son's workplace intimately, as Brock's manager was a close friend of his own. The web of connections seemed to tighten, adding another annoying layer of complexity to the situation. “Alex, like next door Alex, and I have been getting to know each other, ” Brock's words hung in the air, heavy with a mix of vulnerability and truth. His father stood there, momentarily speechless, struggling to process the revelation. "You're in a relationship with him?" his father finally managed to utter, his confusion palpable. "He's my age... no, he's just a few years older than me. What the fuck…" "Dad, this is precisely why I didn't tell you," Brock replied, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "I don't care if you're dating a man," his father's tone softened, his love for his son evident. "But this... this is dangerous.” "He's actually an amazing person, Dad," Brock insisted, seeking to bridge the gap between them. "And his wife, she supports us.” "Yeah, you're dating a married man," his father mused, still trying to grasp the situation. "Wait, she supports this?" With a mix of confusion and curiosity, he motioned for Brock to follow him into the living room, where they could continue their conversation as they normally would. “Call him, and have him come over here, I want to speak with him,” Brocks father said. “I don’t want some 45 year old man, taking advantage of my 23 year old son.” Brock hesitated for a moment, sensing his father's protectiveness and the need to address his concerns. He reached for his phone and dialed Alex's number, feeling a mix of apprehension and hope. After a few rings, Alex's voice greeted him through the speaker. "Hey, babe, what's up?" Alex's voice was warm and comforting, soothing Brock's nerves. "Hey, Alex," Brock replied, his voice laced with a hint of tension. "My dad wants to talk to you. He has some concerns and... well, he wants to understand.” There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Alex responded, his voice filled with understanding and support. "I'm more than willing to talk to your dad. Let him know I'm coming over.” Brock relayed the message to his father, who nodded in acknowledgment. A mix of anticipation and skepticism filled the room as they waited for Alex's arrival. A few minutes later, a knock resonated through the front door, and despite Brock's eagerness to greet Alex, his father took the lead, his voice faltering with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "Alex... I, uh... come in," he managed to say, his words trailing off as he opened the door. Brock, seated in the living room, listened intently, aware that his father was witnessing Alex's impressive physical transformation for the first time. The sight of Alex's muscular physique, honed through countless hours of dedicated training, was undoubtedly intimidating to his father. Alex stepped into the house, his presence commanding yet gentle, as he followed Brock's father into the living room. They took their respective seats, an atmosphere charged with curiosity and unspoken questions. Brock's father cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on Alex's powerful form. "I... I must admit, I didn't expect... this," he began, struggling to find the right words. "You've certainly changed, Alex.” Alex nodded, acknowledging the unspoken observation. "Yes, I've been working hard on my physique and overall fitness. It's become an important part of my life.” Brock's father studied Alex, his initial surprise slowly transforming into a mixture of respect and curiosity. "I can see the dedication and discipline it takes to achieve such a physique. It's impressive, to say the least.” Brock, sensing the shift in his father's perspective, felt a wave of relief wash over him. As Alex made his way into the living room, Brock immediately grasped the significance of his presence. Dressed in a loosely fitting tank top that accentuated his chiseled physique, his impressive, hairy pecs seemed to engage in their own silent dialogue with the room. Taking a seat beside Brock, Alex casually draped a weighty arm around Brock's shoulders, conveying both a sense of ownership and protection. And then, in a bold move, he leaned in and planted a kiss on Brock's lips, right before his father's eyes, as if to assert, without words, "Your son belongs to me.” Brock's father stood there, utterly speechless, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him. He witnessed the unspoken declaration of love, woven into that intimate moment between his son and this larger-than-life man. The sheer audacity and intensity of their connection reverberated throughout the room, leaving his father at a loss for words. Andrew, still grappling with mixed emotions, gathered his thoughts and approached the two of them seated on the couch. He took a deep breath, his gaze shifting between Brock and Alex, before finally finding the courage to address his concerns. "Brock, I need to understand... I mean, this... age difference and where you are in your life," Andrew began, his voice tinged with a mixture of worry and caution. "You're still figuring things out, and I just want to make sure you're going to be safe, protected.” Brock's heart ached with a blend of apprehension and a desire for his father's understanding. As he folded under the anxiety ladened conversation while Alex navigated it He knew that their relationship faced hurdles of acceptance, especially given the unconventional nature of his connection with Alex. But before Brock could respond, Alex interjected, his voice calm yet resolute. "Andrew, I understand your concerns. The age difference, his education, his entire life in front of him... these are valid points. But I want you to know that I will always stand by him the same way I would love and stand by my wife well after our divorce. I will support him in every decision he makes the same way you saw me supporting my wife when we first moved.” Alex asserted, his eyes brimming as he looked directly at Brock. "No matter what happens, you have my word as a man and your friend.” The words hit Andrew square in the chest, hearing the definitive promise his son would be taken care of. Andrew looked at Alex, searching for any hint of doubt or insincerity - even living next door Alex was the ideal neighbor. They never had an issue and often helped each other out. The only thing Andrew found instead was an unwavering commitment emanating from this imposing yet gentle man. It was clear that Alex's devotion to Brock went beyond mere infatuation; being man enough to come over for this conversation. As the weight of Alex's words settled upon Andrew, the small amount of betrayal he felt from his friend seemed to be buried under his promise. Andrew didn’t like the idea, but he would tolerate it As Alex pick his heavy body off the couch he excused himself, reaching out to Brock, his voice filled with a reassuring yet firm tone. “Come on, let’s go” he said, his eyes locked with Brock's. He could see the stress and unease that had settled upon his boyfriend, and he was determined to alleviate it and he knew just the thing. Brock hesitated, his mind grappling with the weight of the conversation with his father. With a small nod, he intertwined his fingers with Alex's rough hand, and together they walked out, side by side, finding the path that led to Alex's house. Each step seemed to calm their racing thoughts, easing the tension that lingered within. As they reached the porch, a surge of affection washed over Alex, prompting him to sweep Brock off his feet and carry him through across the threshold. Guiding Brock into the bedroom, Alex's grip on his hand tightened, drawing him into a tight embrace. He reassured Brock, his voice brimming with conviction. "Brock, I want you to know that as long as we're together, I will take care of you," he affirmed, his words carrying the weight of unwavering commitment. A playful grin crossed Alex's face as he added, "But right now, daddy need a protein shake, so he can continue getting bigger" his hunger evident as his hand caressed Brock's crotch. With each kiss, Alex carefully removed Brock's clothing, piece by piece, revealing the vulnerability and intimacy they shared. They crawled into bed, their bodies intertwining in an embrace that mirrored the strength of their promise. As their eyes met, Brock's heart swelled with a mixture of love and gratitude. It was in that intimate moment that Alex descended, his lips wrapping around Brock's shaft, as Alex blew Brock for the first time.

If you want to just finish thing one first we won't mind KIDDING! Of course, work on your own time. Your stuff is fantastic, we will eagerly await and enjoy whatever you are able to share.

This is Bael ...so angry, massive, and beautiful. I especially appreciate the expression on his face. Pain, anger, and plenty of jealousy. The veins across his entire body, the pure and lustful rage... it all works. When you think of Bael, think of this.

This is an old story of mine that I was hunting for. Enjoy Little Buddy I was walking downtown and needed to take a piss real bad. There was a washroom near the local park so I ducked in there. Usually there were a bunch of young hustlers around standing at the urinals looking for trade. Today there was no one around. I pulled out my cock and started to piss, when a guy walked in. I didn't look (you're not supposed to - at least not right away). He came up to the urinal and stood there. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him and started to shake. The guy had to be 6'8" and he was fucking HUGE! He looked real rough - shoulder length, scraggly dark hair, thick mustache, mirror shades. He was wearing a XXXL sweat shirt that barely contained his mass. His shoulders were immense and his arms, even covered by the shirt were huge. His forearms were hairy with a few tattoos and looked to be about as big as my calves. His chest jutted out and heaved as he breathed. He stood next to me and unzipped his pants. He pulled out one of the biggest cocks I'd ever seen - it had to be at least 8" long and it was soft! I felt a lump in my throat and thought I was gonna pass out. He started a long stream of piss and then talked to me. "Geez, man! Fuckin' good workout today. Got a real good pump goin'." His voice was deep and husky. Real sexy. "Yeah?" was all I could manage. "Yeah, fuckin' pumped up huge today." I finished peeing and zipped up. He finished and zipped up too. We moved to the sink. In front of the mirror he started bouncing his pecs under the sweatshirt. I felt my cock starting to harden and focused on washing my hands. "Just headin' back to my place for a beer - wanna join me?" he asked. I was a little nervous. "Well, I --" "Hey, I'm cool, Man. I might be a big fucker, but I don't bite. I just hate kickin' back by myself. My buddies are outta town and my girlfriend fucked off a month ago. Whattaya say?" I thought for a minute, thinking that I could be walking into the biggest basher that I'd ever seen. But he didn't sound like that. "Sure," I said. "Great! Name's Jesse." He extended his huge hand and I shook it. My hand was like a little kid's in his big paw. "Keith," I said. "Well, Keith, I just live around the corner. Come on." We walked a block to an apartment building and up to his place. The apartment was not large and there were a lot of weights lying around. Big weights like I'd never seen before. There were also crow bars, some twisted like pretzels and there were 2x4 planks some split in half. Messy, but exciting. "What does he do in here?" I thought. He went to the kitchen and brought out two beers. I sat on the couch and he sat next to me. That was strange I thought, but I liked being close to this monster-sized man. "Yeah, my girlfriend took off about a month back. Said I was gettin' too big. Too big! Can you believe that?! I mean, fuck she's got herself a 36 year old, 6 foot 11 inch, 600 lb. fuckin' stud. Thirty seven inch arms, man! Eighty five inch chest! Too big? You think I'm too big?" "Uh... I dunno. You look huge to me." "Fuckin' monster, Man! Look at this bicep." He lifted the sleeve of the shrt and flexed his massive arm. The peak of the bicep was as big as a baseball. The rest of the bicep was like a basketball and the triceps hung down in a huge arc - round and full. "Man!" I gulped. "That's fuckin' huge!" I gasped. "Go ahead and touch it, Man. Feel how fuckin' hard that is." I put my hand on the peak of the bicep. He twisted and flexed and reflexed the muscle over and over. "Shit thats wild," I said quietly. "Feel's real good, man. I like that. Shit, you know, you look just like a little buddy of mine when I was in prison. Nice guy. Bunked with him for a few months. He liked feelin' this big muscle too. You like it?" I swallowed. "Yeah, I do," I said. He flexed that massive arm over and over, twisting and turning it, showing it from different angles. "My little buddy was real hot for this muscle. The bigger I got, the hotter he got. Fuck! With no women around, I was really into that with him. I'd flex every fuckin' muscle. My pecs, arms, lats. He couldn't get enough of it, man! I learned how to fuck ass with my little buddy. Shit! That's a feat with a cock like mine, man. Most women can't take it - but him! Woah, he had me so fuckn' into his pussy, I'd fuckin' flex for him while I fucked him. I'd bounce my big hairy pecs for him. Even kissed him - shove my tongue down that hot throat." My cock was getting really hard. My hands started roaming over his shoulders and onto his massive thick pecs. He bounced them for me, and I groaned. "Yeah, little buddy. Feel those big pecs bounce, man! Feel that muscle, man!" He was getting lost in my adoration of his mass. I felt his pecs his massive thick abs, and over his crotch which was getting bigger the more I felt him. "Let's go into the bedroom, little buddy." I followed behind him staring at how huge he was. His back was immense and filled the door to the bedroom. He turned around and stood there in a huge relzed pose. Even fully clothed this guy was huge and hot! "Get naked for me, little buddy," he said. I undressed and stood in front of him. "Fuck yeah! Nice slim little body on you, man. I like that." He pulled off the sweat shirt and I finally saw his massive hairy pecs. He flexed them and moved closer to me. He leaned down (I'm only 5'11" and 160lbs) and put his huge hands around my sides. His thumbs caressed my nipples as he pulled me closer and his lips met mine. He parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me deep. My cock was rock hard now and throbbing. My hands rested on his massive forearms and slid up to his biceps. He tightened them while he continued to probe my mouth with his tongue. I could feel his stache against my lips and nose, and started to bite at it. He groaned, and kissed me deeper, his hands finding my ass. With all the power that I knew was in those massive hands, he was real gentle. I felt his huge fingers find my tight hole andhe started circling it. I squeezed his pecs and he flexed them in my hands. "Yeah, baby! Feel those huge pecs. Squeeze that fuckin' muscle. It's all for you, baby." He stood back and unzipped his pants. He turned away as he pulled them down and I saw his huge hairy muscle ass. Hard and thick glutes topped his thick hamstrings and massive calves. He turned around slowly and I saw his cock, now half hard. It looked easily 10" and was only part way there. "I need your mouth on my muscle cock, buddy," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt down in front of him. His cock twitched and started flexing it. I hadn't touched it yet and was getting bigger - harder and longer and thicker. Twelve inches of massive muscle cock was flexing in front of my face. I reached out a held it. It was hard as steel. I put my mouth over the massive head and started to suck in as much as I could. I got about half way, but the thickness was too much. I started licking and stroking his cock. He just looked at me, watching my tongue glide up and down his shaft. He flexed his cock and it flew back out of my hand. Shit! Even his cock was strong! I sucked him for a few more minutes and then he pulled me up to his chest and kissed me again. I could feel his massive cock between my thighs pressing up and lifting my weight. "Mmmm, little buddy. I gotta show off for you, now, get you real hot and ready for me." He stood up from th bed and started posing, his huge 12" dick flexing and bobbing in front of him. He hit a double biceps pose and his massive arms exploded in size. He held that pose for a minute as he examined his own muscle, twisting his fists and forearms. He hit a front lat pose and his lats expanded like wings. I stood close and started feeling him in each pose. He just watched my hands roam over his massive, superhuman body. He hit a thigh and ab pose and the thick eight pack jumped out, bunching and twisting, quads like oak trees thick and hard. He turned around and hit a back lat pose and I gasped. His back expanded to at least 3 feet across and his ass was so tight and striated! God, my cock was throbbing looking at all that incredible size, incredible power and masculinity. He turned and faced me. "You want all this muscle makin' love to you, little buddy?" He flexed his cock and hit a lost muscular. Every muscle bulged with power. His traps were like mountains beside a bull thick neck. Shoulders broad and bunched with heavy muscle, massive pecs striated and bouncing, even in this pose and even through all that fucking hair. Forearms like twisted steel cables, massive and powerful. Big fists that could crush concrete blocks. I was ready to pass out and he moved closer, hitting the pose again, but surrounding me in it. I was enveloped by all that massive muscle. His cock pushed through my thighs and he stood up. My weight was easily lifted by the power in his massive muscle cock. "I gotta make love to you, little buddy," he said, and he put me on the bed. He kissed his way down my body, gently licking my nipples, my stomach and my cock. His fingers brushed and played with my tight hole. My hole twitched as he played with it and I groaned. He laughed a little and continued to work my hole. "Yeah, hot pussy, man! Hot fuckin' pussy for my cock. I gotta eat that fuckin tight pussy, little buddy, get you really loose for me, man." His tongue and fingers were working my hole. Every time he said "fuckin' hot pussy" I just about came. Finally his tongue was completely inside me, one massive hand supporting the small of my back. He tongue fucked me for what seemed like forever and my body shook with the skill of this massive muscle giant. He sat back and grabbed some lube. He lubed my ass with two fingers (easily bigger than nost of the men I'd had before) and lubed his massive cock with his other hand. Then very gently and very slowly he pressed against my hole. "Yeah, gonna fuck my little buddy. Gonna fuck you real slow, man. I want you to feel real good." My hands felt his massive shoulders and hairy pecs as he entered me. He kissed me really hard and made one last push. He was in! The whole 12" monster was deep inside me. His hands were feeling my body as he slowly fucked my ass. "Hot fuckin' pussy, man! Hot fuckin' boy pussy for my huge fuckin' meat. Feel these muscles while I make love to that tight hole, baby." He flexed his massive bicep near my face and I licked the thick sweaty muscle. My tongue found his sweaty pits and he groaned again. He fucked me long and deep with slow strokes, and I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out. "Gonna fuck the cum outta that cock, baby. Gonna make you feel real good with all this muscle, man. Yeah! You need a real fuckin' man huh? Feel that fuckin' muscle! FEEL MY FUCKIN' POWER, MAN!!" His fucking picked up the pace a little and i could feel him expanding inside me. My cock was throbbing madly and iI knew I was gonna shoot. He sat back and hit a double biceps pose and thrust into me firmly. I felt him flex his cock inside me and my own cock started shooting on my stomach. "YEAH! LITTLE BUDDY! FUCKIN' MY LITTLE BUDDY!!! BIG MUSCLEMAN FUCKIN' THAT TIGHT PUSSY! YEAHHHH!!!" He hit a most muscular pose with his cock deep in my ass. I could feel his cock expand even bigger inside me filling me completely and he started to cum in waves. His muscles tightening and he seemed to be getting even more pumped as he came in my ass. Finally he stopped and his huge muscle slowly pulled out of my spent hole. We were both sweating, but he lay there, his huge arms holding me from behind. "Yeah, little buddy. That was fuckin' good." He pressed his cock, still half hard between mmy thighs and I squeezed it. His huge bicep was like a pillow under my head, and he played with my softening cock in his big hairy hands.I could feel his hairy pecs bouncing against my back. "Mmmm," he said. "Next time, I'll have to show what all this fuckin' muscle can really do."

PART 1 - THE HOOKER The loud noises of a king-sized bed slamming hardly against the motel wall and the squeaky sounds of a rather old mattress echoed through the, fortunately pretty empty, "Beach Side"-motel near the beach of Saint Monarch, a small but lively and pretty city near Hawaii. If some voyeur or stranger had looked into the room through one of the the windows for example, he would have seen two people on the bed who did one thing, that was quite normal for this time of year, especially on Saint Monarch: they were fucking their brains out. Well, to be one hundred percent right, mostly the man fucked was fucking the brains out of the woman underneath him. The slut screamed and moaned louder as she basically got impaled by his massively thick and incredibly large penis. Her noises could easily be interpreted as sounds of pain, but that was not the case as it could also clearly be seen that she enjoyed that rough sex session a lot only by looking at her facial expression. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was opened far, so far that her pretty and perfect white teeth reflected the light in the clear lit room. She grabbed onto the large and extremely well-built back of the stud above her with her white and long finger nails. Driven by extremely passion and satisfaction, she screamed louder once more, as she cam again: "FUCK ME!! HARDER!! FUCKING POUND MY PUSSY APART!! The girl looked like the perfect stripper and exclusive prostitute that she was: Her white, but tanned skin was covered with sweat. Her blonde, long hair moved slightly as her whole, rather short, body glided up and down the shaking bed with every slam of the mans' anaconda in her stretched out pussy. Her big eyelashes, round cheeks and her wide-open mouth with its full and large doll pink lips completed the look of her gorgeous, but slightly fake-looking face. However, that was not even the sexiest part of her body. Her large, watermelon sized tits shook with every movement and clapped against each other. They were a bit florid, as the tough hunk had slapped them with his large, strong and powerful hands a couple of times as he had played with them before he had started to pound her into the mattress. The studs' huge dick made a bulge into the woman's stomach, as he continued to howl her out. She had quite a small waist, which Mr. Hunk loved about her as he had started fucking her perfectly round bubble butt around an hour ago, as he had been holding onto her waist with both of his huge hands until he had cum in her resized asshole so much that they had to change the motel room, since so much cum had fizzed out of her filled ass and covered half of the bed. Admittedly, the bed had been destroyed in the process so it would not have made an impact on his decision anyways. "Mmmmh babe... I'm gonna cum soon!", he grunted with his very deep and penetrating voice. "I hope you can handle my pussy destroyer even when i go full force!" The bimbo shouted lustful as she answered his horny demand: "YES!! I am sure i will be!! Don´t worry! I wanna SCREAM and CUM MORE!! BREAK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY APART!" "Your order is my command, bimbo!", he utered teasingly. "Here you go doll!" With these words he started to fuck and pound into her even harder and faster. He now grabbed onto the large bed posts hardly so that he could use more of his define strength to let his prick and his whole waist blaze down with such a force, that the whole king-sized bed shook even more and seemed to fall apart any second. The bimbo reacted to his advanced fuck pace too, as she now cam with almost every new slam and almost tapped out from his inhumanly strokes. He continued to slam her reshaped pussy apart with that extremely fast and hard speed for more than half an hour, until that screaming Bimbo suddenly taped out with one last mind-blowing orgasm. Her large tongue hung out of her wide-open mouth but her eyes were closed - the large lashes could be seen clearly. The hunk stud pulled his monster cock out of her destroyed hole with loud fleshy noises (it took some seconds until his whole 21-inch pussy-breaker was shoved out of her still tight pussy). As his cock got free, it immediately got stiff again and rose up like a baguette, just thicker and larger. "God damn, she seemed to be such a perfect bimbo! I really believed she could take my cock in her tight pussy for more than 2 hours!", the stud said to himself, while he clearly looked a bit upset. "I think i just hammered into her to good!", he said with a grin on his face. Shrugging, he grabbed his prick with both of his huge hands while stroking it a bit. "I need a new bimbo!", he thought to himself, got up and put on his White T-Shirt, that underlined every one of his define muscles, and that black sweatpants that could almost hide his incredibly large penis and his coconut sized balls. He looked at the Bimbo one last time. "You did a good job", he said with an even bigger smirk on his face and left the hotel room. ________________________________________ PART 2 - THE FAVOURITE (Nikky) He was usually fucking a few bimbos per day, and with his massive cock and incredibly muscular and immensely strong body he was expecting for few of them to not be able to handle him for very long. So, when the gorgeous, fit, very promising bimbo underneath him had passed out in sheer orgasmic bliss, he was a bit disappointed but not surprised. Especially, since he always has a back-up-plan: While he loved fucking and resizing new bimbos, he also had a around five bimbo sluts that he was frequently fucking. They were practically the elite of Bimbo Doll and were both able to take his whole cock for more than an hour and also survive his bed-breaking fuck-slams without passing out. So he picked-up his phone and messaged one his favourite of the Five: Nikky Cummings, a 25 years old, 5'5'' tall, 125lbs fitness bimbo with platinum blonde hair, a very fit, yet slender and ultra-feminine hourglass-body, a tight, perky, jiggly bubblebutt (the result of hundreds upon hundreds of hours in the gym), a slender yet toned waist, a gorgeous face and (most importantly) incredibly large and perfect tits (the last time he had measured them they had been about 32HH). He messaged her to come see him at his penthouse suite that he was renting. She knew that place already as he only about a week ago had fucked her there; having resulted in him having to order a new bed for the suite and her leaving the penthouse unable to walk straight for a few days. "omg, yes, cant wait, daddy!", she replied, followed by a lips emoji and the one that has hearts for eyes. They had quickly met up and when He saw her standing there in front of him, all dolled up and ready to fuck, he couldn't hold back anymore and just picked her up and they started making-out passionately like the two perfect people they were. When the elevator to his suite had finally arrived on the top floor Nikky's dress was already half-way stripped-off and his T-shirt covered in lipstick marks. His lust and passion to just pound a perfect bimbo got once again a hold of him, when the elevator doors opened. So, he - the busty babe in his hands - just walked with her straight to the large bed chamber and simply threw her on the massive, reinforced king-sized bed. "Get ready for a proper fuck, Nikky. I am gonna pound your brains out, slut!", he uttered with passion, almost grunting it. She smiled excited up at him as she equally filled with lust and passion and the animalistic urge to just breed. "Oh, yes! Please! Fucking give it to me you bull-stud!" So, unsurprisingly, a few minutes later the neighbours had to once again listen to the rhythmic, hard-hitting wooden THUMPs! and SQUEAKs! of the bed banging against the wall, followed by the squeals and screams of the orgasming bimbo, His occasional very deep grunts and their very smutty fuck-talk that echoed through the whole building. He just loved ploughing bimbos into a bouncing bed, using his incredible strength, exquisite technique and massive cock-size to just hammer-out the orgasms of the sluts underneath him, making them scream and cum on his cock as it penetrated their cervixes . In addition, in this position he could perfectly use the bed to his advantage , as this way it was easy to choose a mixture of both putting an incredible amount of strength behind ever thrust while relying on gravity to help him just throw his muscular waist down into the shaking bed. He was still mostly unsatisfied, so as a result, it was rather unsurprising that the moment the slut had lied down on the bed had asked her to spread those beautiful legs of hers wide in a perfect V-split. While she was kind of used to just being pounded into the bed by the stud, as he had done so multiple times already, she still was always founding herself cumming and screaming in satisfaction the same amount as every other session before - with the only difference that she was starting to like it more and more as she was getting even more satisfied with every new inch that he managed to thrust into her. This didn't mean, however, that they weren't enjoying different positions as well, though. In fact, every position was pretty much as pleasing and just incredible like any other other, as he was perfectly versed in every one of them. However, the Mating Press was still his favourite, and he just loved fucking and breeding bimbos in that position. "Only half an hour ago I was reshaping that new busty bimbo I have met at the gym... But when I was finally approaching my second orgasm she taped out... I guess I had over-done it.", he admitted to her, as she was getting ready to position his mighty cock. "Again?... You maybe hold back ... A bit... Next time... On a new girl.", she suggested with a playful but honest gesture. "Yeah... Her body and tits were so hot, though", he countered, taking a hold of her thighs next to her gorgeous head. "Like mine?", she asked him teasingly as she jiggled them playfully. "Hell yeah", he admitted, but then a big smirk appeared on his masculine face as he had finished aligning himself with her. He had to slide his muscular hips back as he was making himself ready to start slamming into her. "But you are even hotter, babe!", he concluded and on cue he thew his hips forward with all the strength it could muster. WHAM!, the bed shook loudly as he threw his body into the bed and thrusted his cock deep into her pussy, reaching her cervix with one massive slam as it reshaped her otherwise always-tight pussy with ease - his massive, low-hanging balls were slapping against her bubble-butt and he grunted excitedly ("Ugh, oh yeah"). While she could only scream out a high-pitched squeal ("AAhh, FUCK YEAH!") as she orgasmed for the first time right there on the spot. She was that type of bimbo who didn't need any warm-up or resizing. To be honest, none of the bimbos he had fucked had ever needed that. Or they might have needed it, but he hadn't cared as the best way to make a slut cum her brains out - in his experience - was, to start fucking her hard like a freight train and keep fucking her until she either passed out with satisfaction or the bed was broken or until he was spent - though that had never happened before and probably would never come to pass. And while he hadn't yet managed to fit his whole bitch-breaking cock into her just yet after these few starter-thrusts, he was impressed by how much already he had fitted in her tight cunt, as two thirds of his massive bull-cock (16 massive inches) he had been able to bury into her with every cervix-pounding thrust. This, unsurprisingly seemed to do the trick as he could feel her erupting in orgasm every other minute or so. And speaking of satisfied, his newest fuck-doll was voicing her satisfaction by screaming and groaning out loud, while she still managed to talk dirty back to him, seemingly to both try to encourage him to keep making him slam into her like a freight-train as the bed kept thumping and groaning under the sheer power of his thrusts, as well as a way of releasing all the lust and utter satisfaction she was feeling: "Oh SHIT!" THUMP! PLAP! WHAM! THUD! "Daddy! You are SO FUCKING DEEP INSIDEEE OF MEE!" THUMP! WHAM! SQUEAK"YESS!!" THUD! WHAM! "AAH! FUCK!" THUMP! PLAP! "UGH! I am so fuckKKINAAGGHHH -" KA-WHAM!! "-SO FUCKING CUMMING!!!" He responded with similarly luscious and filthy fuck-talk responses, though he definitely had less of a problem of forming full sentences. However, the incredible strength behind his thrusts and their steady, perfected rhythm did make him start to sweat and grunt as he could feel his adrenaline, lust and sheer power pass through his whole body. And while he was giving her almost everything he had, he didnt feel any form of tiredness as both in bed and outside he had a near endless stamina. Hence after these few minutes he wasn't even close with being done. He hadn't even cum once yet - however, granted, unloading his monster always took some time and some serious effort. "Yeah, take me fucking dick, bitch!" SQUEAK! WHAM! THUD! "That's right, GRR! Just like that!" WHAM! PLAP! THUMP! "Cum on this bull-stud-cock!" He continued to grunt as he felt his cock slam forward into her, a few inches further than before as her pussy was slowly getting used to his bull-cock (once more). His massive hands were next to her gorgeous face, which was contorted in orgasm, using his strong fingers and beefy arms to support his torso to make his upper body be a few inches away from the bed and slightly upwards so he could fully put his strong hips and muscular ass to good use and also be able to basically throw himself into her, resulting in an even harder way of fucking her. "Ugh yeah!" THUD! SQUEAK! WHAM! "About to reach your womb, babe!", he proclaimed almost jubilantly, resulting in him to increase the tempo and strength even more, resulting in her erupting even more on his cock: "AH SHIT! UGH FUCK YEAH!" The king-sized bed shook and groaned audible whenever it banged against the wall in a constant rhythm as if it wanted to accompany the wet PLAPs! and SLAPs! of his cock thrusting into her their increasingly smutty fuck-talk and their almost animalistic passionate grunting, moaning and screaming to form a symphony of pure and utter fucking.

Hey guys, why is the story just blank on my screen? Does anyone know?

Keep on coming back I want to get an update on Richey growth with Thor!

There will not be abuse. Everything will be consensual. This won't be a BDSM story either, that's James and Janet's thing.

Tait being a Ph.D in Psychology will probably know that limit. I also think he will recognize as Kane being Kane and Matty... Two different personalities put together. This may be what keeps Kane dominant when he wants and submissive when he wants. I do think Kane will grow but it will take some time to get Matty in line.

I agree with you on this rendering of Dantalion. In writing him, I would say that this is very close to what I see in my mind. Great job @GaryD. I'm a legs, ass, and pecs man - so I'd LOVE to see one with lower body as well. But bravo! It's amazing to see this work transformed into actual images. And then there is Bael who demands his own post...

Thanks for the compliment! And, it does sort of beg for a sequel, doesn't it? I mean they live right down the hall form each other and all. Hmmmm.............

Hi everyone, and I hope that you’ve been enjoying the story. Thanks so much for all your likes and comments. This is the final chapter coming up, and please try not to blush too much from its steaminess! Also, please note, it’s written from Biff’s point of view. Dennis CHAPTER 4 We were still in the hallway, not wanting to break the mood by moving into a more private place yet. I noticed that he had on his wrist the same Vincero silver bracelet that I had. "Hey, well lookie here," I said smiling, as I pointed to it. "You’re stylish, just like me Timmy. I like that". He glanced at my bracelet and then up at me with an eased smile. “Wow, Biff. We’ve actually got the same taste in something! Ha! But, well, yours looks so much better on what it’s worn on. I mean, well, just look at your arms. Oh my god…" He was breathing very heavily. But he was also obviously gaining a lot of confidence in being with a contest-winning bodybuilder. "My arms, huh? I’ll have you know that these big boys just helped win me the Mr. America title! Twenty-five inches of bulging split-peaked very powerful steel when I flex them for my really cute admirers,” I said to him in an exaggerated, slow, very seductive voice, enunciating some of the detail as I looked down at him. Saying that, he looked up and down at my body like a kid in a candy store. What I had said was pure porn talk to him. And I know the look that he was giving me now all too well from the experience I have with other muscle-obsessed guys. In a dreamy voice, Timmy said, ”You must have easily won that bodybuilding contest. You're so huge and I bet you must also be very strong.” He then looked up at me for reassurance, as his muscle-heaven daze was definitely showing in his face. "Ha, yeah! I am. Wanna touch my ‘ceps, little boy, and see?" Timmy was so thrilled to be called my ‘little boy’ and excited that he would now get to feel my flexing guns. With a quick motion of my free arm, keeping my other hand on his back, I gave it a flex. He watched it rise to its full high peak for the lusting cutie to feel. Then I straightened out my arm and re-flexed my Mount Everest. It took on a slightly larger size and an even more beautifully formed shape. With my other hand on his back, I pulled him in a little closer to me. "I... eh... Biff, wow, oh my god, uhhh,” he softly said as he touched my flexed biceps lightly, then caressed it tenderly. He was breathing rapidly, while now both his hands worshipped my bulging upper arm and thick veiny forearm. Then, with one hand on my biceps and the other on my triceps, he squeezed, but my muscle didn't dent at all. It was a huge solid mass, and he was ecstatic, deeper into his muscle-lusting daze. He continued, excitedly, “It’s so very big and hard. And I really love its very beautiful shape. Oh my god, it’s so amazing to feel.” As he continued worshiping as he moaned softly, I pulled his body into mine and he was now engulfed in my muscularity. His hardon rubbed away on my rippling quad as he felt my manhood throbbing on his stomach. He then leaned up and gave my biceps peak a kiss and then a loving lick with an excited ‘mmmmm’. He pulled his dick away from rubbing against me as he knew he would come soon if he didn’t. He was then on my pecs, kissing them and feeling their massive size and hardness. I gave him an extra thrill when I danced the striations in them a little. He cooed and then almost desperately he reached his lips up towards my face and he began kissing me furiously. He started on my neck, then cheeks, then lips. He moaned as my muscular tongue went to his throat. One of my hands held his head, around his thick golden hair, the other on his back to press him to my hard muscularity. We were both now moaning pretty loudly as he put both of his hands on each side of my unshaven jaw. We both knew now it would be much more appropriate to take this to a new venue. He opened his apartment door, I followed him in, and we quickly went to his bedroom. When I removed my shirt, he looked at my now bare solid muscular-plated physique and gasped loudly. In excited amazement, he said, “Mr. America! Oh my god. Biff, fuck me, please fuck me! Now!” I lowered my pants, and his eyes went very wide at seeing my big dick which had started to drip. He immediately came to me and our cocks met, my very big one dwarfing his. We then tongue-sworded each other, both of us moaning in extreme sexual heat. He quickly removed his clothes, throwing them on the bed, then went for something within reach in his night table drawer and handed me a lubricant. He turned so that his back was now against my chest, his arms up in the air holding my head, pulling me into him. He could feel my solid pectorals and pulsing dick as they both pressed hard into him. Timmy worshipped my thick solid vascular forearm, then my biceps again, which were clamped powerfully around his chest. My jaw scratched his neck as I kissed him there, then I reached out one of my arms to the wall for support. This invited Timmy to run his fingers over that arm’s triceps with its carved lean horseshoe bulging as his sexual excitement built even greater. Using both my hands, I grabbed his knees to raise and spread them. I bent my knees to lower myself and my hard dick took aim. Timmy helped in guiding it to his entrance as he adjusted his spine for my deepest penetration of him. As I went in a little, and I straighten my knees, Timmy rose in the air with just the strength of my big cock lifting him. He loudly moaned his extreme pleasure/pain as he lowered onto my impaling bodybuilder-dick. I then held onto his hips as I fucked him powerfully by raising him up and down as we both yelled in great sexual excitement. Timmy’s enormous sexual pleasure was from a big-dicked bodybuilder of his fantasies fucking him. And my enormous sexual pleasure was from having a dominating muscular physique and fucking a very handsome slender man. We were both experiencing our respective ultimate sexual fantasies, playing out now in reality. Both of us were soon closing in on our orgasms. Stroking himself, Timmy released as he screamed his climax. It sounded like it lasted almost a full minute, then he whimpered his continuing pleasure. At the same time, my cock, fucking deep inside him, blasted a huge amount of hot bodybuilder-jizz, warming his insides. I roared my orgasm, thrusting over and over for that same simultaneous minute. When we finally finished, with Timmy still impaled on my manhood, I carried him to his bed where he lay on my muscular chest almost purring. He smiled broadly at me and was the first to speak. "Well Biff, I’ve got another winning category for you, big boy. Your Mr. America physique wins another award: the bodybuilder who fucks the best!” I chuckled as Timmy felt a very muscly arm squeeze him in a tight embrace. Many minutes later, he rolled off me with our arms wrapped around each other, snuggling and telling each other about our lives as we shared a pillow. We looked into each other’s eyes, pecking kisses when funny or endearing things were said. We laid there together like that for a long while and I was now sure that I was feeling something very strong for this handsome man, way beyond carnal desire. And from what I could obviously tell, it was very mutual. It especially felt great to hear him tell me I was a funny and sensitive man, followed by a loving kiss from him. Timmy saying that might have been the first time that he expressed to me something other than his love of my physical qualities. Timmy asked me when it was the first time that I felt something for him. Without even having to give it a thought, I told him that it was at the water fountain in the gym the other day. “I looked down at you after drinking and I kinda knew right then. I wanted to embrace you and kiss you there. And, well, fuck you too.” We both laughed, but then I continued, “And I would have right then and there if you weren’t in that scary muscle-daze that you seemed to always be in with me.” Timmy giggled, and I concluded with, “And of course there were certain rules in the gym too that prevented me from doing just that!” “By the way,” I said. “I recognize you also, from all the magazine and newspaper ads promoting all sorts of products. And, yeah, there was even a billboard practically next to where I used to live, with you on it advertising a sunscreen company. I had said to myself more than once when looking at you in that picture that you were someone that I would really want to meet.” Timmy then gave me a full smile. He seemed so happy as he then said, “I did real well at modeling for over a decade, but I’m asked less and less now. I still have an agent, but there’s not that much of a demand for me now since I really don’t look like a boy anymore! I guess maybe I’m not a ‘Dutch Boy’ now after all.” I looked deep into his eyes and said in response, “You’ll always be my cute little Dutch Boy, cause you’re so, well, so freaking cute.” He put his lips to mine, and we kissed again. “I’ve done some modeling too,” I told him. “You know, for supplements, protein powder for shakes and other products. Sponsorships and endorsements came my way once I started winning the trophies. And, of course, I also do a lot of personal training.” “I’ve got another question for you, Mr. America. Were you on that dumb rowing machine the other day in the gym to make sure I would see you when I came down the stairs before I left the gym?” He raised his eyebrows and looked impishly at me waiting for my answer. Then he smiled at me lovingly. “Well, little boy, I just had to see you to give you a certain look so that you would know I was interested in you. And I gotta admit, I was disappointed that you left after I gave you that wink. But I kinda knew what you may have been going through. And also, I knew you were interested.” As Timmy traced the thick vein in my biceps, he said, “I loved it when you winked at me, and I’m not going to run away if you ever do it again. And right now, I’m not going anywhere soon, that’s for sure.” We then lip-locked and went for round two. THE END

Dedicated to a certain M/F writer You warned me what would happen if I started taking it. I sort of believed you, but I didn't believe that it would work in the first place. How many fake ads were there online that claimed to be able to grow your cock and increase your musculature overnight. When you bought those pills, I laughed, VirilX, came from some unknown distributor in a cheap little bottle, a dozen capsules. Each one was supposed to make any man stronger and way more potent in bed. They rolled around in the bottle like candy, but they didn't look like pills as far as I was concerned. So, we sat there, kissing, making out. You always turn me on so fucking much. Short, I was already a foot taller than you, but you have curves in all the right places, such kind eyes but they burn with passion whenever you're fucking me, and you absolutely know how to ride me to get me to bust all over those delicious tits of yours. But compared to me, I'm a string bean against your toned and fitness model body. You had been edging me to get to the gym, and I had started to go just to get some cardio so I could keep up with your frantic fucking in bed. You fucked like a rabbit, and each time I came, it felt a little weak, but you said, adding a few pounds of muscle here and there and I'd be rocking you in the sack instead of the other way around. But you said I hadn't made enough progress, and that's why you were shaking the bottle, running your delicate hand against my trim stomach, grinding your crotch against in those yoga pants that turn me on so much, your breasts pushed up against my non existent chest. You had rushed home after your workout, covered in sweat and I could practically feel how wet you were through my shorts. You jumped on top of me, riding my lap as I watched TV. Something had you going, and as I grew harder and harder you wordlessly popped the pill in your mouth and kissed me. I could feel the pill hit me as it worked its way down. My throbbing was getting stronger as I kept kissing you, pulsing, changing. My cock was threatening to completely tent my boxer briefs as it pushed up between your cheeks, my hands pulling down that zipper of your sports bra and my mouth clamped down on your hard swollen nipples. Something overcame me as I started breathing harder, my hands clawing at your ass and your tits as I groped you, my cock feeling like it wasn't truly hard, but I could feel it stretching out my gym shorts to their limit. I hadn't felt this fucking horny since I was a teenager, I practically growled as I kissed your neck and lifted you to feel how fucking hard I was, my shaft contained only by the little clothing between us. Then I heard it, a stitch popped, something snapped and I think I felt you gush. I roared as my cock tore out of my underwear, my balls feeling the oppressive tightness too and followed suit as they outgrew the tight pouch. Simultaneously you bit your lip and watched my body as it slowly changed from a thin wiry guy and started really packing on pound after pound of muscle. I didn't really have any fat, but what fat was there melted away, each group stretching and tearing before repairing itself in breathtaking speed. Every muscle, writhing under my skin as it began forming inhuman cords of bulging muscle, thick and veiny, each part made to fuck. My hands seemed bigger, thicker, fingers longer, I grabbed your yoga pants and with a little effort tore them apart, your little manicured fingers feeling my softball sized bicep, and doubly thick horseshoe tris as I made quick work of the rest of your clothes, tearing them into a heap of cloth on the floor. You worked your way up to the definition of my shoulders, my delts turning into cannon balls, my pecs surging forth into monstrous slabs of beef. Everywhere you touched grew on command. My lats flared out into cobra like wings, my stomach formed a slate of thick cobblestone abs, first four, then six, and finally nearly eight visible boulders. My neck thickened as you struggled to hold on, as you felt my neck slowly disappear into my newfound traps, I felt the sagging couch begin to creak and then give way altogether. I didn't even have to touch you to know you came again at the thought. My legs, well, the pill made sure I didn't look like I skipped leg day as each thick cable of muscle surged into existence, crisscrossed by a network of veins that would make a bodybuilder proud. My gym shorts turned into compression ones as my butt and my thighs filled them out to bursting. Finally, it seemed you left the best for last, my cock, it was already bigger than before, but now it was gaining a girth that would make you struggle, make you pant, and each veiny thick inch of it would be absolutely made to fuck the lights out of you. My balls kept up in proportion as my sack sagged down, the heavy tennis ball sized testicles churning with so much cum I could practically feel them wriggling within. As the transformation tapered off. I only looked at you with a sexual hunger I never knew existed. I was now changed, a man made to fuck. Made to make little sluts like you cum on command, I was looking at you like a lion looks at its prey. With one swift grip of my hands I picked you up and threw you down on the remains of the couch, my double digit shaft now leaking a steady stream of thick pre-cum, your slick little cunt oozing down your thighs as I pushed it up against the lips, looking for your approval to take you and make you my submissive little gym bunny. My newfound wide, shredded back blotted out the light, so I could barely see you, but I could make out your little nod. I pushed it in, and you met your newfound muscular god.

Of all the things Raphi expected of Thor, being a good cook was not one of them. Raphi wasn't sure how but the frat brother could whip up any kind of food, but mostly protein, at the drop of a hat. What was unconventional was that he did so naked. Raphi yawned and sipped his coffee as he watched Thor’s gigantic muscled ass sway back and forth as he made breakfast for the entire house. The newest member of the fraternity lazily ran a hand down his body. It felt different than yesterday and still had a bulging stomach where Dante’s had spewed his seed. He felt a bit more energized, and his underwear fit different, but he was still the same nerdy guy that followed Dante around like a lost puppy the day before. Thor didn’t seem to think so. At nearly seven feet tall, the Adonis's still eclipsed Raphi in both size and height but he had greeted him with enthusiasm and warmth, welcoming him to the Frat. And he had decided the best way to welcome Raphi was with a big ass breakfast spread. The brothers of the house simply came and went from the kitchen area, greeting Raphi as they entered and exited. None bothered with wearing any kind of apparel, displaying their gargantuan bodies freely without so much as a care in the world. Some ate immediately, and others simply strode by, nude, chatting and flirting, and some stopped to ask if Raphi wanted to fuck them. Raphi turned red and fidgeted awkwardly as he declined each offer. This house of hunks continuously left him speechless, their forward and frankly blasé attitude toward sex made the newest member blush harder with each suggestive question or innuendo laden comment. Sooner than he thought, Thor piled a massive breakfast feast in front of him and nudged Raphi to dig in as the hulking naked Adonis seated himself directly next to Raphi and promptly scarfed down several protein pancakes at once. "So, how'd ya like last night?" the man growled around his fork and mouthful of flapjacks. Raphi smiled, amused at the lack of decorum that most of the frat shared. These fraternity brothers acted so unaffected, as if being nude and offering mindblowing sexual experiences at the drop of a hat were completely normal. "Uh, good. Great even. I'm just, still kind of shocked." he blurted, face flushed with the heat of his arousal as his mind wandered back to the absolutely incredible sex he'd had with Dante. He'd never in his life imagined that a man as powerful and beautiful as Dante would have even looked at him, let alone fucked him into the ground and filled him up with his thick cum. Raphi put a hand to his now only slightly round abdomen and his face heated. Thor glanced up and watched him curiously, following his hand to the little pudge that remained after his romp with Dante. A faint knowing smirk etched the hulking male's lips. "I bet he filled up good. I don't think Dante's ever bred a new brother before, so he probably pumped his nut deep," Thor snorted with amusement. "Especially since you're still stuffed," Thor added. "Just wait. You'll be bigger in no time." "What?!" Raphi retorted, eyes wide. The buff guy couldn't help himself and a grumbling guffaw erupted from him. "Big! Strong! Buff! Hot as fuck, horny as hell, and everything in between! All you gotta do is work out and let Dante's magic splooge to the rest." Confused, he pointed to his cum belly, "This will make me bigger?" "Yup! It's a good starting point for now, but if you want to get as huge as the rest of us you'll need to fuck somebody. Doesn't matter who, there's lots of options," Thor laughed merrily. He slouched back a bit after finishing his food and flexed an arm as a demonstration, bringing the mound of muscle high and thick, veins popping into relief across the thick striated balls of muscle. "This is how big you can get. I'm damn near the biggest man in this house and I get bigger every chance I can get. Lifting whenever I can to feel just how fucking STRONG I am man. Once I'm pumped and horny, ready to go, I find some brother that needs a good dicking and rail em til my balls are dry." Raphi could only gape at Thor's beefy arm and watch as a wave rippled over its surface with each flex. He wasn't the only one. A few of the brothers had come entered the kitchen and leered at the naked giant sitting next to Raphi, openly eyeing Thor with lustful gazes. Feeling his nerves starting to get the better of him, Raphi excused himself from the table before what he suspected was going to happen, happened. Thor waved lazily as Raphi left before he was swarmed by two other brothers and the kitchen table evolved into a fuck fest. Raphi roamed the rest of the house hoping to find Dante somewhere. He was a bit upset that when he awoke Dante was nowhere too be found. Raphi really wanted some more answers from someone he trusted. The new alpha wandered the house attempting find his friend, winding in and out of open rooms on the first floor until he came to the showers. As soon as he approached the door, it flung open and unleashed a wall of warm steam. The surprise and sudden heat caused Raphi to stumble backwards and land flat on his ass. "Oh damn, sorry man. Didn't mean that." Raphi looked up. And up. And up. Another enormously muscular man loomed over him, his long sleek black hair hung in front of his face dripping water across Raphi's exposed flesh. A huge veiny arm extended from the muscular man, offering a gesture of help, the other held a thick white towel tightly around his defined waist. Raphi gulped as he took in the man's beautifully strong body, his eyes following a drop of water as it meandered down the Adonis' cut chest and hard abdomen, until the droplet hid itself inside a curly, frizzed thatch of dark pubes. It was difficult to tear his eyes away. Raphi found it too enticing, too seductive, and this stranger, like Dante and the others, oozed a sexual magnetism like no other. He trembled slightly before accepting the help that the attractive, well-built specimen offered. "You alright? Seriously didn't expecting anyone in here if Thor has been cooking." His apology rang genuine, and Raphi nodded before realizing he had to actually talk. "I'm okay." Once again Raphi felt his heart flutter and his dick twitch being in such close proximity to a hulking muscle god. His dark hair and pale skin gave him a goth vibe that was thrown off by just how obscenely muscular he was. What caught him off guard were the slightly morbid tattoos that accentuated his muscles. Intricate tattoos depicting all manor of death and decay adorned the man's entire body, running the lengths of the arms, to the shoulders, and pecs, and further still to his chiseled waist. Dark and dower imagery including skulls, chains, devils, and ravens depicted in exquisite detail outlined every inch of this man’s beautiful body. They caused the muscles of his arms and torsos to pop as though they were straining, causing the veins underneath his muscles to be magnified. "You alright little dude?" Again, the concern in the tone and eyes made Raphi ache with a need he'd never experienced before. He shivered with lust. His dick pulsed in his pants again and again, wanting something more, to touch the man's hard chest and sculpted abs, and was so tantalizingly within reach. This handsome stranger was nothing like he'd seen anywhere else, his deep voice captivated him. The raven haired man's face narrowed for a split second before he smiled wryly, his eyes alight with mirth. "Well if it isn't our newest member! Welcome to your new life! Don't worry, almost everyone goes through this awkward phase when they see the house. It's like sensory overload, but you'll adjust to it. I remember the first time I saw Jason, that dude fuckin’ broke me." Raphi, his heart still beating through his chest, struggled to breath and speak at the same time. This man's lips were so full, kissable... His eyes a shocking deep green... And not to forget the tattoos that made him look like a sex addicted, tattooed demon god. "Oh, is this a bit much? Sorry, I'll throw on a shirt real quick." He leaned slightly out of view and threw on a huge and worn concert t-shirt. It did little to alleviate the building sexual desire that was overflowing within Raphi, instead the thin cotton fabric further revealed every well-defined detail of the gothic tattooed hunk's towering physique. "Better?" "Yeah, thanks," Raphi weakly breathed. The punk stud laughed a melodic low rumble and stepped out of the communal showers, sauntering around Raphi and heading down the hall towards the main entrance stairs. He stopped before he rounded the corner and cocked his head and winked at the stunned red-faced Raphi. "C'mon man. I don't bite, I swear!" He stopped for a second and the sly smile spread over his face again. "Well, sometimes." Raphi was certain of one thing, he wanted this man. No questions asked. His body finally kicked into gear, legs feeling weak and his hands shaking, following the adonis around the corner in what seemed like slow motion as he drank in the entirety of the man’s beauty. Muscular yet sculpted was the best way he could described the way the sight of the man’s tattooed perfection. This was a guy who could have anyone he wanted and fuck until the sun came up but was aware enough that he hid his body so that Raphi could think again. Truth be told, Raphi was relieved that this punk stranger had decided to turn the heat from a boil to a simmer by at least keeping some clothes on. In just a few minutes Raphi was led into the bedroom of a sexy muscular Adonis for the second time in twenty four hours. This room was significantly different than Dante's messy stye of a room, the young punk's room was clean and tidy with plenty of space to move around. The large bed was nice and clean, and with black sheets that looked as though it cost as much as the entire room. The walls were adorned with posters of metal bands, gothic style art and horror movie icons. The room had such a strong aesthetic that stood out from the rest of the men he'd seen so far that Raphi had trouble believing that he was in the same building as the sexy messy football studs that were the majority of the AAA members. "Penny for your thoughts?" the green-eyed jock said as he kicked back on his bed, letting his huge body relax as he sank into this onyx pillows. "Uh. Well first, what's your name?" "Mephistopheles." Another cheeky grin. "I'm fucking with you. It's Mark. But that's boring as hell." He casually crossed his immense biceps behind his head and stretched out further, sinking himself deeper into the plush pillows. His now loose Iron Maiden shirt rose several inches, exposing a thin patch of hair that was creeping into a swirling navel tattoo that ended just below his well-defined abdominals. Raphi blushed and turned away. "Raphi, man, relax. Just take a breath, okay? I know you want to look. Everyone does." When Raphi turned back around he finally let himself drink in the sight of the huge powerful punk and do it unabashedly. The man was truly fucking stacked, even at ease his form was sculpted and cut and perfectly defined by those interesting tattoos that contrasted with the hardness of his body and enhanced his dark beauty. "Much better. Looking at me is more productive than hiding from what's making you hot. C'mon, have a seat." The kind hunk patted his lap that was still wrapped in a towel, his hand lingering on the obvious bulge in his towel. An aura of sensuality so intense and potent emanated from the taller man that had Raphi's head swimming. Shakily, he advanced towards Mark paused as he got close to the hunky punk's body. Mark held his gaze, not deviating, his face warm and inviting. Raphi gingerly seated himself upon the edge of the bed, his nerves still getting the better of him as he remained perched uncertainly. A big warm hand rested on his shoulder and slowly pulled him gently backward, onto the welcoming muscular body. "Some guys take this this real well. Hardly need any kinda direction. Some guys, like you, realize that this shit is crazy. Bonkers. Fucked Up. Amazing. And stressful as hell if you're not ready for it. It's okay. Just take it easy, and do what feels natural. I promise I don't bite." Raphi nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. "Can I-?" he began tentatively, his hand starting to feel the beef pecs before him. The sexy stud nodded. "Of course, dude. Check out every inch." Some of the tension and fear eased as Raphi made contact with the Mark's swollen pectorals and worked his fingertips against the huge mounds of masculine flesh and the gorgeous swirls of the intricate tattoo designs that extended onto each lump of perfect muscle. Mark let out a deep moan as his body was worshipped, flexing his muscles for all their worth where Raphi pressed and squeezed. The smaller man let his hands roam farther down Mark's body, rabidly spreading across the huge man, onto his washboard abs and gripped harder. Another vocal moan of approval followed as Raphi continued to caress his partner's rock hard body. To entice his new bro even more, Mark raised both of his arms above his head, and flexed his upper body with a ferocity Raphi had never seen before. He gasped, seeing the muscles swell, thicken, and grow everywhere, including where Raphi sat. Mark’s huge erection bulged underneath the towel that Raphi rested on. The smaller man could feel the thick sausage pulse and swell underneath the thick towel as Mark dry humped him through the fabric. After a few more moments of muscle humping, Mark slowly undid his towel and unleashed his painfully erect cock from it’s cotton prison and rubbed his fully aroused 10 inch glory against Raphi’s back. "God you're fucking hot." Raphi whispered. All it took was that lustful look from Mark to stop him dead in his tracks. "So are you." Mark grinned. Faster than seemed humanly possible Raphi had shed his clothes, his small cum belly still protruding from his otherwise slim body. Mark licked his lips and leaned back, spreading his legs, showing off his rippling thighs to his worshiper. "Well looks like you've got me right where you want me." The goth god cooed playfully. "What are you going to do about it?" He spoke naughtily and his voice seemed to send a shock through Raphi's cock. His thin body straddled the man beneath him, as if he was about to go on the ride of his life when suddenly… "Show me your ass." Raphi ordered, surprising himself. Mark's eyes twinkled with lust and he followed orders, reaching down past Raphi to completely remove the towel wrapped around his waist. With a playful push he scooched Raphi from his lap and turned over in bed revealing his gargantuan back muscles and huge ass. Raphi moaned with a need that he had never felt before. He pressed his small hands against the huge mounds of perfectly formed muscularity before him, and squeezed, digging into the dense tissue and drawing out another groan from his willing prey. He bent forward and kissed the top of each tattooed peach of strength, inching his way up the muscular Adonis' spine, planting smaller and smaller kisses on each vertebra until he reached the broad shoulders at the top of his frame. Mark grunted again, rolling his hips underneath Raphi and rubbing his huge erection on the mattress as he adjusted his stance to present his ass. "What're you waiting for?" Mark coaxed, pressing his muscled ass backwards. The twin tattooed hemispheres touched Raphi's cock and the shock he felt drive him wild. Raphi was as hard as he had ever been, his five inch cock fully aroused, throbbing, leaking and harder than he had ever been in his life. He began touching his lover more and more, caressing the huge buttocks, rippling back and bowling ball shoulders, inching his way closer to the dark hair as he breathed in the scent of Mark. His musky man smell made Raphi’s diamond hard cock harder still. "Come on little stud. Fuck me." Raphi groaned and planted a small hand on either cheek and pressed his hard cock into the cleft of the glutes of the sex god beneath him. The round boulders of tattooed muscle spread for him easily as Mark relaxed his beefy cheeks, each giving way just enough that Raphi found his perfect warm hole. With a gasp, his cock slid effortlessly inside the Adonis's slick hungry ass. Immediately there was delicious pressure from the well sculpted athletic man around his dick and Raphi let out a full throated moan of pleasure. His nails sunk into the hard meat of the Adonis' back, not just pushing his dick inside him but holding on for dear life. Raphi hadn't done something like this before and never had a hole make his dick feel this fucking good. As Mark began adjusting his hips and clenching his hole to draw Raphi further inside, Raphi began to thrust, the pace slow and methodical. He ground his cock within the Adonis each time, rubbing as deeply as he could within him. Mark made another low groan of approval and bucked his ass backwards, meeting the thrusts of his small partner. One of his powerful hands had drifted underneath his broad body and he began slowly massaging his own iron hard monster cock. "Harder." He gasped. Immediately Raphi obliged, shifting his hands to the man's firm hips and clamping down on them as an anchor to slam harder into the willing bubble butt. Mark groaned again in appreciation as the pace of his stroking and the speed of his bros thrust increased. Raphi was sweating, the immense sculpted mass of man beneath him was hot, slick and heavenly. Raphi growled slightly as he continued to pound the tattooed dream boat for all he was worth. He must have been doing something right as Mark's sweet sounds only got longer and louder. Each thrust forced the tattooed stallion to bury his face into his pillow and roar with need. Raphi felt the lust in his loins slowly ramping up and the smaller man leaned over and wrapped his arms around the huge man's torso feeling the hot sweat slick pecs tighten and the abdominals clench as Mark stroked his own behemoth cock like his life depended on it. The sensation of his fingers grasping at the tight ridges of steel as they undulated with each breath under his grip coupled with the tight and wet sensation of his powerful ass squeezed around his painfully hard cock brought the smaller man to a fever pitch. His heart pounded away in his chest, an instinctual desire of sexual arousal taking hold and now guiding his movements and thoughts. "Oh f-fuck. I'm gonna cum." Raphi panted, his skin tingling and his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh please, cum inside me. Fill me up." That was it. Whatever control Raphi had left of his inhibitions snapped as Mark begged and pleaded for his seed. The sight of the enormously huge jock with intricate tattoos accentuating his ungodly huge muscles jerking himself off as he was fucked from behind sent Raphi over the edge. In an instant his body went rigid as his rock hard cock suddenly erupted inside his muscular lover. His orgasm was wild and explosive, sending electricity down his entire body from head to toe. Eyes rolling back, Raphi blew a copious torrent of thick and creamy cum deep into the goth hunk's ass, his hips slamming harder than they ever had before as the new alpha let himself loose on Mark's finely crafted rear. He came for close to a full minute, each rope of his warm cum seemingly was milked out of him by the stud's talented asshole. His hands wrapped more tightly around the enormous man as he continued to slam away through the burst of sexual glory, finding the hard nipples on the stud's marble hard pecs and twisted them without mercy. Mark growled and whimpered, his moans became higher pitched and desperate as his ass contracted around the smaller man's cock while his sensitive nipples were squeezed expertly. He came instantly, his ten inch monster blasted volley after volley of hot cum onto the sheets and his firm ass clamped down on Raphi's pulsing cock in a rhythm that prolonged Raphi's own orgasm. Both men's hard bodies were soaked in sweat as Raphi collapsed onto Mark's sculpted back and hung on as he waited for the tremors of their earth shattering climaxes to end, not noticing that his swollen abdomen had receded, leaving him with the beginnings of a six pack. Mark's held firm, seemingly unbothered by the extra weight, holding his position underneath Raphi as his orgasm subsided. Raphi broke the silence after a few seconds. "That. That was incredible. Dude, I... Have no words." "You don't need them." Mark panted. "It's about to get better." Unsure what he meant Raphi paused for a moment. He noticed that Mark hadn't moved from his submissive position and had in fact recovered his stance as if he was ready to go again. When he started to squeeze his ass around Raphi's cock again the smaller man finally noticed that his dick had in fact not gotten soft. It was as hard as ever. Raphi gasped as a tingling spread out from his abdomen across the rest of his body. It was subtle at first, then his hips bucked automatically, pushing his engorged member back into Mark's impossibly tight hole. The sensation was unlike any Raphi had ever experienced, it was extremely pleasurable, every muscle in his body shuddered as they got hotter and hotter, a pleasant stretching sensation following the full body tingle. It felt so incredible, so blissfully wonderful that Raphi could not stop himself from humping Mark's sexy butt, his small cock eagerly pushed into the hulking punk, the muscular body hot and wet and delightfully tight, ready for more. Mark gasped as the assault on his was continued. His entire huge body trembled as a wave of intense pleasure shot up and down the length of his body, arching his back and pushing his head back to cry in a pleasure filled roar. His body burned with need that he was unable to escape, even if he wanted to, as Raphi's hips continued to piston cock against his prostate. Raphi’s thrusts were longer and stronger than before, filling Mark’s ass better than ever. The sensation of constriction around his dick felt even tighter than before, squeezing more firmly. Confused but undeniably aroused, Raphi pulled his cock out of Mark's willing behind. Raphi gasped as his cock was revealed from where it was hilted and saw that it was bigger, thicker and harder than ever before. His previously modestly sized cock had lengthened by at least two inches! His shaft visibly was slightly thicker and rounder, veins standing out prominently as the monster throbbed. Globs of sweet pre cum dripped off the tip with each pulse, more erotic and vivid than it had ever appeared. "W-what the hell? Did, did my dick get bigger?" He stammered, confused but aroused. Before Mark could answer he felt the tingling burning sensation spread out from his dick and he marveled as his body began to thicken and swell with pure power. With each heartbeat the throbbing and aching heat rushed through Raphi's blood. Muscles began enlarging across his thin, tight body. Raphi groaned with uncontrolled lust as his entire body grew while leaning against the sexy Adonis's back, his dick slapping against the two round masses of muscle while he watched himself grow in size and shape. Instinct took over and Raphi leaned over to feel and grab Mark's immense beefy pecs in his hands, kneading them with firmness as another wave of dizzying pleasure overcame him and he positioned his newly engorged cock at the entrance to Mark's taught ass. With a fluid thrust and powerful grunt Raphi plunged his colossal cock balls deep inside the enormous stud, now bigger and harder than ever. "AAAAH, oh-oh f-f-f-fuuuUUUUCK! GODDAMN!" Mark howled as his huge tattooed body twisted beneath Raphi, shaking with need as he felt his tight muscular ring instantly expanded to a point of near painful stretch. To his credit his ass could handle the sudden increase in size and girth. He squeezed his ass tighter around Raphi, encouraging him, begging him to fuck him into the mattress. With a thunderous growl Raphi began long rapid thrusts with the fury of a beast, nailing the alpha's prostate with newfound strength. The harder Raphi fucked Mark the stronger and more potent the sensation felt. Raphi gasped and moaned as he flexed an arm, seeing the striations pop out against the skin, enhancing his muscles, making them fuller, firmer, and larger. The hormones continued to run through his veins, feeding every cell with an overwhelming powerful and intoxicating lust. Raphi pumped his beefy bicep and continued to force his enlarged and throbbing cock into the willing and tight ass beneath him, feeling his muscled cheeks spread wider and wider, the twin mounds bulging and round, becoming pink and irritated the fucking got faster. Raphi defensively felt big now. He had to have grown several inches taller and every shred of fat on him was now hard lean, powerful muscles. Adjusting his weight he pushed the beastly cock even deeper into the stud with newfound intensity and fervor. The smaller man reveled in the new power and stamina that thrummed through his veins and pounded into the Adonis without hesitation or caution. Hips slamming loudly and heavily, each thrust produced a resounding smack that reverberated around the room over the passionate grunts and growls. Each flex of his increasingly impressive musculature was followed by another hard thrust, sending Mark even deeper into the bed, sinking into the plush mattress. Mark turned his head once again and grinned back at Raphi, a vicious lust filled smile, his deep green eyes wild and sparkling with understanding. The darker Adonis locked eyes with his and moaned out a lustfull plea, "Yeah. Fuck me dude. Fuck me hard and full. Use that big cock and hard body, I love it." The last vestiges of Raphi's restraint evaporated. Raphi grabbed a fist full of the Mark’s hair, pulling him back and shoved his fat swollen cock balls deep, the enormous stud groaning and bucking as he was impaled. Adjusting his grip to better leverage the tatted beauty below, the newest frat brother slammed his newly burgeoning cock in and out of the voluptuous rump without pause. No longer a virgin, Raphi discovered his skill and confidence inside Mark with each and every thrust. He never slowed, adjusting his stance as he felt his legs grow bigger and shifting positions to better slam away. Mark whimpered, almost purring in delight at the continued pleasure of being claimed by the newest Alpha in the house, turning his gaze back up at his lover with encouragement and lust, biting his bottom lip, cajoling him onwards to further pleasures. Raphi released his hold on Mark's beautiful hair, his larger hands gripping both shoulders as he prepared for his climax. Both men, sweating and panting continued to rock in unison and let their instincts guide them to an animalistic summit of arousal and strength. A final thunderous and violent thrust landed square on the enormous hulking Adonis' g-spot causing Mark's ass to immediately clamp around the length of cock inside it and all ten of his glorious inches to spew ropes of hot sticky cum into the mattress beneath him. As Mark spasmed and shuddered and cried out in uncontrollable orgasmic pleasure Raphi's own climax rocketed through his body, sending his brain and body both into ecstasy. His engorged cock exploded, blasting load after warm creamy load of seed inside his goth lover’s tight bubble butt. The smaller newly muscled alpha felt his body jolt with shocks of pleasure at every load his fat cock pumped into the giant stud, his bulbous balls contracting with each spurt. And not just his cock either, the rest of Raphi's body felt tight and hot and powerful as though his entire body, every cell that made it up, had been revitalized and altered. He was different. Stronger. Sexier. More assured and confident in himself than ever before. He pulled out his now eight inch cock and loosed a long moan as he saw his manhood in it's full glory. He flopped down next to the enormous alpha stud, finally out of breath and feeling spent. His mind swam in a haze of post orgasmic bliss and body tingled all over with sensations and feelings he'd never experienced in his life. He flexed his stomach and used his newly enlarged arms to feel his defined midriff, marveling at the definition as Mark settled in beside him, soaking himself in his own cum that had sank into the sheets. "That was..., I mean. Wow." Raphi panted heavily. His handsome companion smiled, his green eyes alight with that genuine attitude again. "Happy to help man. I just hope you'll feel a bit more at home in your body now that you've had your first fuck." He flexed an impressively sized bicep, kissing the rock hard peak of the mountain before him. "I felt the same when I first got here. Full of loud mouthed huge dudes with giant cocks and a one track mind. Took some time to find someone I felt safe being with my first time." Mark ruffled his hair and looked him dead in the eye, "Just wait, you're gonna love it here." *** Again, procrastination (and work) took over for a bit so sorry for the delay. I also had to cut a few pages between the last part and this part as they just didnt seem like a good fit. But I'm glad that I've finally gotten this one out the door as I think it's one of my best works. And it introduces a gay twist on a straight trope that I think came out pretty well: Big Tiddy Goth BF. I'll post a picture of Mark below.

https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1878-uniform-russ/ How Henry would look like when in militaty uniform, with upper bottons unbottned to tease Zack? I personally feel that Russ is the most handsome. If Russ hair were dark, his beard and body hair were longer, he would have looked like Henry more. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1852-bara-men-jones Henry while working out? Missing two abs though. https://musclegrowth.net/blogs/entry/1863-bodybuilder-bijan Henry cock spring out of underwear after Zack took it out. Arms should be tied to head of the head of bed with ropes though.

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(Reposting after the forum server reset) PART 4: Apocalyptic Eruption "Laaaaaaaadies aaaaaaaaaand gentlemen!" the announcer returned over the loudspeakers after his notably lengthy absence. "Making his surprise return after two full years away from the C.W.L..." The crowd was going absolutely mad. In an evening of continuous out-performances, they somehow managed to cheer and scream louder, and with more passionate adoration, than they had all night. "Standing at an unbelievable 35 feet, 5 inches and tipping the scales when last weighed at an unfathomably heavy, league record weight of 133,427 pounds: Kenichiiiiiiiii 'The Kaiju' Honda!" GUH-DOOOOOOOOOOOOM! GUH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! GUH-THOOOOOOOOOOOM! GUH-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Apollo had released his grip pressing me into the base of his mighty cock. I rolled gently into his pillowy soft bush of golden pubic hair. The musky tuft was so soft it made velvet feel like sandpaper. I quickly composed myself from the tumble and crawled out far enough along the sweaty, pulsing runway of dong to catch my first glimpse of the behemoth responsible for those new thunderous footfalls. What I saw made me immediately bust a nut in my singlet for the umpteenth time that evening. I didn't have any actual nut left to bust after being tapped dry by Apollo so many times, but it certainly wasn't the last uncontrollable dry orgasm I was going to have that night. Not by a long shot. For this entire match I had been overwhelmed by the sheer hyper-masculine power radiating from the one-man army known to his fans as Apocalypse. Ten-thousand average bodybuilders put together could not have compared to his sheer awe-inspiring dominant machismo. Hell, even most other colossi paled in comparison. A towering skyscraper of pure testosterone. A monolithic mountain of solid muscle. A roaring hurricane of sexual superiority. A man among men among men. I had never in my entire life been in the presence of a male so powerful, so enormous, so handsome, or so virile. But... The Kaiju outclassed him in every way. Kenichi wasn't just a little bigger than Apollo. He wasn't just a lot bigger. In terms of height, mass, beauty, manliness, everything... Kenichi completely and utterly eclipsed him. If Apollo was a mountain, Ken was an entire mountain range. There was no contest whatsoever. It was almost cruel just how wide a gap there was between the the league's #1 and #2 wrestlers. Which would explain why Apollo was sporting an expression that was equal parts crestfallen, furious, aroused, and terrified this his wrestling rival had returned. The Kaiju, true to his wrestler name, imposingly loomed above everything else in the arena. To sit in the shadow of this dominating demon was to feel like the tiniest, most insignificant and inferior speck on the planet. It was glorious. Anyone watching this spectacle from home would never truly grasp what it felt like to bask in his presence. There was almost too much of him to fully comprehend. The announcer's height statistic most definitely didn't factor in anything above the head level. In addition to being a full ten feet taller than Apollo, Kenichi's terrifyingly titanic traps would have have easily added an additional fifteen feet of solid bulk to that number. Every overloaded inch of Kenichi Honda was on the verge of exploding with sheer overflowing, grotesquely thick hills of beef. Apollo's muscles may have been fighting for space, but Kenichi's were collectively waging an outright war on each other. His arms, constructed of staggering slabs of stratospheric sinew, were so overloaded with mass that they naturally rested at a nearly horizontal position. It was as if two fully loaded semi-trucks made of pure muscle were jutting out from each side. Each arm had a matching deltoids big enough to make the moon jealous. And those arms and delts were very, very, VERY far apart. Apollo, fully spread, was roughly twice as wide as he was tall - but Kenichi looked like he was 2.5 times wider than he was tall with his muscles completely cold. His thighs were so tremendously mega-thick that you'd swear someone had tied multiple sequoia trunks together. I was in disbelief he managed to walk at all; it didn't seem physically possible for them to get past one another. Hell, it didn't even seem like his equally overblown calves should've been able either. Yet, somehow, slowly but surely, he managed. A significant portion of his vast horizontal area was taken up by his preposterous pecs - HOLY HELL, his PECS. The... the mass... the sheer thick, bulbous, bodacious expanse of mouth-watering pectoral mass... it was enough to make me lightheaded trying to take them all in. Row upon row hyper-striated sinew stretched across yard upon yard of flesh. The innumerable rows of ripples were like layers of rock-hard sediment on a pair of gigantic desert cliff-sides. A perfect dusting of short, curly black hairs covered both meat mounds like a meadow of machismo. If Kenichi lied down you could probably have held a football game on that field of fuzzy flesh. And they were so DEEP. Apollo's pecs had certainly been quite thick - after all, I was completely consumed by darkness and silence while stuck between them. But Kenichi's pecs looked to be so cosmically cavernous that I'd probably just vanish from existence if I dared enter their depths. The immaculate shelf of excessive tiddy hung well over twenty feet in front of him. It would have cast an all-encompassing shadow over his midsection, if another even more enormous shelf wasn't sticking out much, much further. One particularly difference between the two colossal wrestlers stood out immediately when you compared the two, even if you ignored their sheer gap in size: Fat. While Apollo was nearly devoid of body fat and had skin tightly clinging to his thick muscles like plastic wrap, Kenichi's muscles all had a healthy layer of sumo wrestler pudge. It added an intimidating, off-season bodybuilder vibe to his already imposing mass. This was especially notable for a colossus body given their infamously super-powered metabolisms. Most colossi burned through calories so fast and efficiently that keeping even an ounce of noticeable fat on their bods was nigh on impossible. The sheer amount of calories this hungry monster must consume every day to keep all that burly chunk from immediately melting away must have been incalculable. This made his most prominent feature all the more mesmerizing: His gut. Most normal-sized sumo wrestlers had a sizable middle, but, even adjusted to colossus scale, Kenichi's belly was ridiculously big. I think his gut girth alone may have held more mass than Apollo's entire body. It jutted out in front of him so far and so wide that you'd swear he had a second colossus clinging to him. It looked so simultaneously diamond hard and marshmallow soft. At that moment I wanted more than anything in the world to lay on that massive tummy and sink into it, floating on a sea of burly bliss. My fantasizing was cut short, as Apollo's booming voice yelled out in frustration above me. "What the in hell's name are you doing here, Kenny?" he seethed through snarling teeth. Kenichi paused in his descent down the lengthy runway. He had a playful smile on his jaw-droppingly beautiful face. Oh, gosh, what a face. Imagine the most ruggedly handsome man you've ever seen. Multiply that face's handsomeness factor a dozen fold, and it would still be uglier than Kenichi. Goodness gracious, you could cut diamonds with those cheekbones. One wrong look in those dark, enchanting eyes could leave you lost in them forever. And how on Earth could anyone's chin be sculpted that perfectly rugged? His lips be that kissably plush? His jet black hair, tied back in a top knot, that luscious and silky? All that beauty nestled within a vascular sea of pec, trap, and neck meat that threatened to swallow his head entirely. "Oh, you know, just a casual visit. Seeing how all my wrestling pals have been doing here at the playground while I've been gone, you know, heh heh..." Kenichi chuckled, giving his lesser rival a charming wink and a flawless smile. His voice was like the softest silk caressing your ear drums. Baritone deeper than deep, infused with more charm in every syllable than any one man should be capable of producing. Sex distilled into vocal chord vibrations. I would listen to him say anything forever. If he read the phone book it would sell quintuple platinum. Apollo's expression briefly softened along with a subtle bobbing of his Adam's apple. Even he wasn't immune to his massive rival's charming wiles. For a few moments he was just as mesmerized as the rest of us, eyes scanning over the enthralling body of the one man in the league who stood above him. But, as tantalizing as that body was, ultimately Apollo was still really really pissed off having his match crashed. A quick shake of the head and smack on the checks was all it took for him to revert right back to anger with renewed, seething vigor. "Don't play coy with me, you overstuffed jackass, why are you really here? Interrupting MY big match? You disappear from the league for two full years without so much as goodbye to the rest of us and NOW you're gonna pop back up? Tonight, of all nights? Are you doing this purpose just to screw with me? Huh? Huh, asshole, HUH?!" Apollo looked like he was going to explode in more ways than one. The man had been mere moments from stuffing my scrawny bod with 24 feet of roiling volcanic dick on the precipice of eruption before he had been so rudely interrupted. That weapon was ready to fire, and every second it was denied its release was only making it angrier. It was pumping out precum continuously now, every inch of its veiny surface fully lubed and ready for action while a sizable puddle formed at his feet, saturating the mat. I could hear the creaking strain of my opponent's collective muscle fibers tensing as he held back both his erection and his fury. "Goodness gracious, no need to get testy, my spicy little friend," the larger titan playfully scolded with a soft smile. Apollo's snarl redoubled, wincing slightly at anyone daring to call him 'little.' Undeterred, Kenichi placed his monolithic hands on his each of his equally monolithic, mile-wide hips like a scolding parent. "If you really must know," he said, a bit of sass in his tone, "I'm here tonight to claim a rare prize that belongs to me. One I've been waiting a long, long time for. Him." Kenichi pointed at me. Directly at tiny, microscopic, shrimpy little me gawking back up at him with my mouth agape on all fours atop Apollo's erect schlong. "M-m-m... me?" "Mr. Jeremy Smallwood. For some time now I've been preparing to return on the destined day that a virgin entered this sacred square. Never - not one single time - in the Colossus Wrestling League's extensive history has a jobber stepped foot in this ring a with his tender hole unfucked. You're the very first. Ever." I wasn't sure how either wrestler had found out about my virginity. I'd always kept that juicy tidbit to myself, assuming it was something to be embarrassed over. I knew that becoming a jobber and joining the league were both big deals and would come with their fair share of attention, but it would seem I had vastly underestimated just how coveted my untapped tuckus was going to be in the full equation. Colossi are a rarity in this world, but jobbers are even more scarce, and we're highly prized by our larger brethren because of it. For decades both physical mutations have manifested worldwide exclusively in adult men, seemingly at complete random. Neither change can be passed down, as both types of men essentially become, on a genetic level, a different species from normal humans. Despite years and years of research, scientists are no closer to figuring out how or why these phenomena started occurring than when their efforts started. It just... happens! Colossi usually experience their first intense growth spurts around the age of 25. With this increase in size comes all the hyper-masculine superiority and physical needs a colossal body gifts and demands. The enhanced beauty, the outrageous strength and stamina, the disproportionate excess of muscle mass, the near-limitless libido, the monstrous appetite, the intoxicating pheromones, etc. These attributes all start out growing subtly, but become exponentially more explosive over the course of several years before hitting a plateau that varies from man to man. Supposedly a mere .0001% of the world's population ends up gifted with colossism. There may not be all that many of them, but their presence in our society is certainly, y'know... large. The people of this world do everything in their power to make the lives of colossi comfortable and satiated - partially out of fear, partially out of reverence, but mostly because they're all very, very hot. The whims of these enormous, powerful titans sway our infrastructure, our economy, and our culture as we both figuratively and literally build our lives around them. A jobber experiences their transformation around the same time as a colossus, but much more abruptly. One day, a man simply wakes up and - poof - he's immune to direct physical harm and impossibly elastic. An invisible switch flips, and their lives are changed forever. The perfect indestructible ying to the colossi's overpowered yang. Upon kicking into full gear, a jobber's mutation causes them to experience an instinctive desire to sexually engage with colossi. Most colossi, who outnumber jobbers by an average of roughly 30 to 1 and are seemingly horny 24/7, are more than happy to oblige their tiny counterparts at every opportunity. In this age of instant communication most jobbers lose their virginity within 12 hours of their transformation and maintain some form of steady employment satisfying and entertaining colossus clients for the rest of their lives. And then there's me. I've always been a scrawny, pathetic little twig of a man. The kind of 90-pound weakling you'd see in the 'before' photo of a Charles Atlas ad. If only from afar, I had idolized larger, more muscular men my entire life. And, in a world where colossi exist, it was hard to idolize anything less. To become or to satisfy one of those beautiful mountainous deities of manliness was my one true wish. From the moment I had my sexual awakening, I hoped and prayed for years and years that, by some astronomically tiny sliver of fraction of a chance, I would be blessed with either gift by the powers that be. It utterly consumed my thoughts and I would spend hours upon hours watching hours of footage online of colossi flexing, eating, lifting, wrestling, fucking, and fuck-wrestling. Watching every single match of the C.W.L. was like a religon to me. Whenever a colossus showed up in my nowhere little home town I would drop everything to catch even the slightest glimpse of them, no matter what. As I got closer and closer to that magic birthday number 25, I got more and more excited. Everything in my life was just a meaningless distraction until that time arrived. Alas, my 25th birthday came and went. I was restless, but there was still hope; I could just be a late bloomer, after all. During my 26th year, I could feel myself growing more desperate with each passing day. But, by age 27... I more or less gave up. It was too late. I'd lost the genetic lottery, just like everybody else I knew. Doomed to pathetic mundane mediocrity in a realm of beautiful demigods. My dreams were shattered to minuscule pieces. I spent the better part of the next decade wallowing in a personal bog of depression. I tried and failed countless times to secure a job - any job, it didn't matter how lowly - in a profession that catered to colossi so that I could at least be near them. To bask in their presence. Toilet scrubber, nail trimmer, sweat mopper; I wasn't picky. But alas, the rejection letters poured in by the dozens. Fate seemed to have decided I was truly a nothing... But, six months ago, at the tender age of 34 and almost a full decade late... a miracle. A statistically impossible miracle. A rarity within the rarest of rarities. I wasn't a late bloomer - I was a late, late, LATE bloomer. One fateful morning, from the nanosecond my eyes fluttered open, the change hit me like a freight train. A rush of energy surged through my body, starting at my toes and tingling up to the top of my head like an electric current. I didn't look any different, but I FELT different. It's difficult to describe, but I felt... bouncier? Limber? Energized and enthusiastic. I felt INVINCIBLE, like the moon could crash down me and wouldn't leave a scratch. But, more than anything, I felt overwhelmingly and impossibly HORNY. I don't know if my late-bloom start had given my brain a slightly longer hold of mental clarity, but I somehow didn't immediately run out and get my ass demolished by the first colossus I could get my mitts on despite the new tidal wave of hormones flooding my body. A little voice deep, deep inside me seemed to tell me that now just... wasn't the time. Not yet. Instead, my very first act as a transformed man was contacting the C.W.L.'s recruitment reps. Within the hour, I was booked! It was happening! Just like that. Supposedly I wasn't supposed to begin until next season, but my start date got mysteriously bumped forward shortly thereafter... and, well, I certainly wasn't going to argue with that! Over the following months, I prepared and trained. I quit my old dead-end job. All I had to do was mention that I had experienced the change and they let me go without any fuss. Then I used my cash advance from the C.W.L. to buy training equipment that simulates the force and weight of a colossus's body to get used to being smooshed. I was tempted many times to give in to my instinctive lust and put my newly elasticated sexual limits to the test. I jerked off constantly to stave off the endless urges. The apps to connect with local colossi sat tantalizingly in my account's wish list, and my finger hovered over the download button more than once. But that distant voice deep, deep inside me called out over my screaming loins. Always gently pushing me, urging me to hold back just a little longer until my match. A delicate push toward the least-delicate fuck. My first time would be here, in the wrestling ring, from the best of the best. I had a feeling that a similar voice may have been guiding Apollo and Kenichi, leading us all to this ring together in this destined moment. "I must admit," Kenichi began with a tender frown, his tone sounding sincerely disappointed. The Kaiju's melodious voice snapped me back to attention. I'd been lost in his eyes, reminiscing about everything in my life that had lead up to this moment. This moment where one of the largest, heaviest, manliest, handsomest men on the planet pined to me directly about wanting to slam my virgin butt. "I had planned to hold off a bit longer before claiming your tight, untouched hole as my own, little treasure. But when I heard whispers that your start in the league had been abruptly - and suspiciously, I might add - expedited, I had to expedite my return in kind. I wasn't about to let your precious cherry be popped tonight by an inferior load, so I rushed here to-" "FUCK YOU!" Apollo cut off with insulted fury. His face was well beyond crimson and the blood vessels in his forehead looking like they were about to burst. His cock blasted several extra large gushes of rage-fueled precum, drenching numerous huge patches of the audience, to their delight. Their attention may have been superseded by Kenichi, but they weren't about to turn down the intoxicating essence of the #2 wrestler either. "Inferior load? INFERIOR LOAD!? Oh, you've got SOME NERVE, you bloated bastard. My NUT is JUST as good as your nut. In fact, it's BETTER. And there's a LOT OF IT." With a hearty, confident slap on the side of his enormous balls, another intense throb pumped through Apollo's cock. This throb made the ring quake a little, his nuts rumbling. I had to cling for dear life not to be knocked off of him. It didn't seem like the big guy could keep his long-strained dam from bursting all that much longer. "I've worked HARD for this match. I've EARNED this match. I lifted my ASS off and doubled my training. I pumped my muscles to their limits time and time again, all while holding back this VIRILE FUCKING LOAD for MONTHS. You're big, Kenichi, but you've got nothing on... THIS! HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHGHH!" The Apocalypse emphasized the results of his hard training with his ultimate most muscular. He was quickly flexing every muscles in his body to their absolute maximum. Up until that moment we had briefly seen him flex isolated muscle groups with this kind of intensity, but this was everything he had at once in an intense, beautifully obscene peacock display. Apollo ballooned with previously hidden size, a symphony of loud leathery creaks and groans filling the air between monstrous booms as muscle fibers slammed and pressed against muscle fibers in a growing rage. An explosion of beef blasting from every inch of his body, inflating in huge abrupt bursts, bombarding the air around in a cacophony of shock-waves as the air between them was squeezed with unimaginable force. BOOM! THOOM! DOOM! BOO-DOOM! THOO-BOOM! DOOMBOOMTHOOMBOOMDOOMBOOMTHOOMBOOMDOOMBOOMTHOOM!!! His pecs, biceps, triceps, quads, calves, EVERYTHING from head to toe, flared out many times over. Veins as thick as my legs throbbed to life across every surface as his body inflated. My view of Kenichi was quickly blocked out as the encroaching tidal wave of man shrouded my vantage point on his dick in deepest shadow. Through dissipating streaks of light, I watched from my cockside seat as all 18 of Apollo's abs exploded forward in pairs, two by two, with thunderous noise before I was unceremoniously sandwiched between them and his swelling manhood. The temperature in this hotbox of vascular flesh was beyond sweltering, and a torrential flood of sweat poured from every pore of his growing form, some of it evaporating into a steamy, musky mist from the boiling effort. The smell of pure, distilled machismo permiated every inch of the arena. The audience, for the first time since Kaiju's arrival, had fully taken their gaze away from the sensational sumo to watch Apollo's buff rebuttal. What they saw was a seething mass thoroughly overstuffed with flooding crimson bulk, whose shape was rapidly becoming difficult to identify as human. He was just a monumental throbbing pile of diamond-hard, vein-streaked flesh. Thanks to the engorged muscles of his feet and the towering heights of his flaring traps, he had actually gained enough height to juuuuuust barely match Kenichi's eye level. Apollo had no way of knowing this; his head had long been entirely swallowed up by his own physical excess. His pecs and glutes in particular jutted outward ridiculously far, but they still had just the right equilibrium to keep him from toppling either way. His fat erect nipples were adding at least an extra foot or so to the forward encroachment, though not as much as his cock was contributing. Apollo's molten-hot tower of power rumbled with potent peaking pressure. He let out a low, primal growl of pleasure as his purple cock head went through a few extra strong throbbing undulations and grew forward several unexpected extra feet. But as that growling subsided, an icy fear shot through Apollo. If he kept this flexing show up his now 28-foot monolith was going to blast at any moment, and the last half-year of agonizing abstinence would be for naught. "N-n-n..... no... n-n-not... not yet... I've worked t-too... hard... for this..." Apollo's chest briefly grew a level bigger as he took a deep, deep, deeeeep breath with his massive lungs, followed by an equally deep, deep, deeeeep exhale. And again. And again. He kept this process up, gradually allowing the undulating masses of his body to began deflating. Furious purple dulled to agitated red. Veins shrank from thigh-thick to arm-thick. I blinked vigorously as cracks of light appeared around me through the receding mass. I was no longer pinned between his cock and belly, though I was still firmly wedged between Apollo's lowest rows of abs. The violent quaking caused by his cock deescalated back down to a low rumbles. The most powerful edging of Apollo's life had been extended just a tiny bit longer. "Huff... puff... S-s-see that, K-kenichi? You see that shit? Now that's control. That's how a REAL man does it. No other colossus has held off as long as me without popping off. I bet YOU can't even go a day without cumming, you overblown lug. I'm gonna nut the biggest nut a colossus has ever nut - I'm gonna be a damn LEGEND. The kind of legend who's earned himself some tight, tender virgin jobber booty." Apollo's smug smirk of superiority was back, even in the face of a man that outsized him like The Kaiju. Whether it was the flood of manly endorphins that had just surged through him or out of sheer stubbornness, he thought himself the 'bigger' man at that moment. Or, at the very least, thought he could bluff that status with enough gloating machismo. "Now if you'll kindly turn your bloated, ab-less gut right back around, march out the doorway you came in, and crawl back under whatever rock you've probably been masturbating under for the past two years, I've got a ripe, succulent runt cherry to pop with my KING-SIZED, SUPERIOR, HE-MAN LOAD." Apollo's cock began to surge again almost immediately, throbbing substantially with every syllable of his last few cocky words. He really was only holding it back by a thread as thin as his obscenely overstretched speedo, which by some divine miracle was still managing to cling for dear life after all this time. By this point you could have probably covered more of his cock up with a single band-aid and some piano wire. Kenichi had been silent throughout Apollo's entire flexing display and subsequent boasting. It was plain to everyone present that the smaller giant's attempts to, quite literally, puff out his chest had not intimidated the larger giant at all. Kenichi's face sported a tender smile like he'd just finished watching a rambunctious puppy playfully bark at him. The Kaiju wasn't going anywhere. "Oh, Apollo, your personality certainly haven't changed while I was gone, haha..." he softly chuckled, his dulcet voice once more gracing our undeserving ears. He gingerly scratched at an itch on his tremendous tummy. "Though, I must admit, physically you have come a long way since I last saw you! You're bigger! You're stronger! And I dare say you've even gotten a bit more handsome too, ahaha..." he complimented his would-be rival. There was legitimate pride and kindness in his voice, and a smile that could melt even the iciest heart. "F-flattery isn't gonna get you anywhere with me, asshole," Apollo interjected. He was trying to hold up a facade of confidence, but you could tell it was crumbling fast. "Haha, I had a feeling it wouldn't... But, truly, my slightly-less-puny friend, you really have grown as a wrestler these past two years. And I respect that! But as much as I respect that personal growth, Apollo, I'm sorry to say that... it is simply not enough to make me concede my prize to you." The Kaiju lifted his hand from the spot on his tummy he'd been scratching and up to a horizontal position (or, at least, more horizontal than the position his hulking overdeveloped musculature normally forced his arms). His cavern-deep armpit had a noticeably fluffy plume of plush, jet black pit hair. It sure looked inviting. He began to very, very slowly raise his forearm up toward a flexing position. The creaking leathery sound of hyper-developed fibers tensing and expanding once again filled the air as his bicep raised up... and up... and up... and up... It towered over his head... it towered over his traps... and still it kept going. Apollo had began the match earlier tonight with abrupt booming flexes that that sent confident shock-waves throughout the arena, but Kenichi was taking his sweet time in favor of emphasizing pateience. Over the course of several uninterrupted minutes the sights and sounds of his arm muscle's slow, gradual, seemingly effortless climb would cruelly grind into Apollo's ego just how vastly superior Kenichi truly was. Somewhere around the 90-foot mark, Ken's bicep seemed to finally stall. But, as one might expect, a single peak wasn't enough for a true colossus. With the smallest of grunts from The Kaiju, a slightly smaller secondary peak burst up and began yet rising further. And when that stalled, an impossible third. By the time Kenichi had finished, a monstrously fat, hulking skyscraper of bicep muscle 200 feet high loomed over us all and cast a literal and metaphorical shadow upon the lesser colossus. Apollo swallowed hard, devastated. His bluff had backfired big time. All he had done is give his rival an opportunity to, not just talk down to him, but utterly humiliate him. He could tell that Kenichi wasn't even putting forth much, if any, effort - this was just a casual flex. There was probably more meat in that one bicep than he had in most of his formally hulking body. He had never stood even the vaguest whisper of a chance. For the first time in years, he truly felt... small. Inferior. As puny as the virgin runt wedged in betwixt his abs. And, to his own annoyance and panic, it was turning him on pretty hardcore. I watched Ken's display of casual godly one-ups-manship from my abdominal prison in Apollo's tummy, gobsmacked and whimpering through yet another overwhelming dry orgasm. THAT man wanted to fuck ME tonight. That otherworldly mountain range of a man, who just emasculated Apollo gosh damn Rexford like it was nothing with one lift of an arm, wanted to fuck ME. Wow. "Has it sunk in yet, Apollo?" Ken's tone was sterner now. He was done messing around. "N-no, I... I saved for so long... I... you can't just... you can't-" Apollo stammered, struggling to put together words as hopelessness washed over him. "It's not happening, Apollo. Now, please, kindly hand over-" "FUCK YOU, HE'S MINE!" The abs around me abruptly tightened like a vice. Their temperature started to rise. Somehow, against all odds, Apollo was getting a second wind. Even in the face of a muscle god's effortless, 200-foot tall, triple-stacked bicep, he was going to be a stubborn mule. "I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH BIGGER YOU ARE, I'M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE THIS AWAY. YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME! TO SAVE UP FOR SO LONG! TO FIGHT EVERY INSTINCTIVE URGE FOR HALF A YEAR WHILE YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE WERE POPPING OFF MULTIPLES TIMES A DAY. I'VE EARNED THIS. I'M GONNA FLOOD THIS SHRIMP WITH THE BIGGEST LOAD ANY COLOSSUS HAS EVER BLOWN!" I felt some sympathy for Apollo. These sexual instincts the mutations bombarded us with... they could be quite overwhelming. I don't know if he held back for the same reasons that had compelled me, but it really did take a tremendous amount of constant mental and physical effort, even when your balls weren't the size of a small house. Kenichi was not feeling as generous. Not anymore. "Apollo, what you saved up was nothing." You would have thought Kenny slapped Apollo across the face with those extremely blunt words. "H-HOW DARE-" "You've made a lot of assumptions tonight, my friend," A brief, powerful rumbling shook through the entire arena. Kenichi began to flex his other arm, the second tower beginning its identical climb. "Not the least of which being your rather rude dismissal of my gut as 'ab-less'." Another rumble, this one even more intense. As his other bicep hit its second peak, Kenichi's gargantuan gut began to tense up. "I commend you for holding back for six entire months, that's certainly a feat for a man of your size and discipline. But I'm afraid you're not the only colossus who has been saving up for this fateful night." A much MUCH bigger rumble. The other bicep hit its full third peak. Ridges began to form along the front of Kenichi's tummy. His speedo, which had remained hidden by said tummy, was stirring. "In the two years I've been absent from this league, I wasn't just sitting around, resting on my laurels. That was no leisurely vacation." The rumbling was now continuous. It rivaled the shaking Apollo had caused with his mega-fart earlier that evening. The ridges in his gut were getting noticeably deepening. The activity in Kenichi's speedo was becoming aggressive as a boner began to visibly form. "I have spent every day of the last two years training with intensity you cannot even fathom. Not only have I pumped my muscles to their limits and beyond," The arena's rumbling had surpassed the moment Apollo had asteroid crashed his ass onto me at terminal velocity. It was hard to keep track of what was happening, as everything around us had become a constant blur. In ferocious lurches of size, Kenichi's bulge was expanding forward faster and faster. A series of powerful thunderous booms began to emanate from his rippling gut over the noise of the rumbling. BOOM! THOOM! DOOM! THOOM! BOOM! DOOM! "Not only have I agonizingly denied myself release for all 730+ consecutive days," The quaking hit a fever pitch. Kenichi's bulge had reached the edge of his glorious gut and was still growing past it. Whatever speedo he was wearing must have been made of more powerful material than Apollo's, as it was still fully covering his junk. Keeping count by ear, I heard the thunderous booms from his gut surpass several dozen, faster and faster. DOOMTHOOMBOOMDOOMTHOOMBOOMDOOMTHOOM!!!!! "I have also kept myself in a state of constant near-orgasm every waking moment from the second I left this arena to the second I returned. Two full continuous years of edging, the eternal temptation of release driving me to the brink of breaking, maximizing the natural output of my colossus body's to levels you could never dream of." The rumbling and booming began to subside. Everyone in the area rubbed their eyes, blinking away the last several minutes of continuous blurred vision. As the dominating form of The Kaiju came back into focus, many gasped. Many others moaned. Cheers quickly began to fill the air again in full force. The camera drones were whirring overhead, aiming to get the best possible angles of the monstrous adonis. I felt Apollo's blood run slightly cold and then extra hot around me as we both stared in flabbergasted awe at the newly unleashed boner of, quite possibly, the single most hung creature on this planet. Despite standing over 200 feet away, the monumental, throbbing, wrecking-ball head of Kenichi's cock was pressing up against the ropes of the ring through the shimmering red fabric of his speedo. The fabric may have been stronger, but even this mega-thong had grown thin when pulled over a tool of that magnitude. The first ten foot stretch of his battering ram was covered. The remaining dozens upon dozens of vascular, sweat-soaked, engorged feet of meat were openly exposed. And not only was it long, but it was thicker than THICK. The tube of pulsing monster rivaled the largest of industrial piping, the kind that a grown man could walk inside. Apollo's 28-foot endowment suddenly looked downright minuscule compared to Kenichi's opulent hog. The entire leviathan would've likely been soaring even higher than the tops of Kenichi's biceps if it wasn't being weighed down by the rippling cobblestone expanse of his now tensed sumo stomach. And, wow... oh, WOW, that stomach. The Kaiju's formally 'abless' belly actually had 54-pack abs. Fifty-four thick, deep, individual slabs of muscle, each one big enough to have a family picnic on. His sides had an equally impressive tapestry of excessively interlacing intercostals and obliques. The Kaiju's belly defied all expectations and anatomical logic - that is to say, I had my twenty-or-thirty-somethingth orgasm of the evening while staring at it. Although his sumo physique had, indeed, sported a healthy body-wide layer of fat, a significant majority of his hulking mega gut's mass was actually pure hyper-developed core and abdominal muscle. Much like his biceps, one could tell that Kenichi wasn't truly flexing his stomach at full power. This was just a casual tensing, at best. There was one more sizable new addition to Kenichi's revealed arsenal, as if the cock of kings and 4.5 dozen ultra abs weren't enough: His balls. His 730+ days of ever-edged, pent-up balls. They were... so big. Beyond big. With little to no room left in the front, the twin monsters had expanded behind Kenichi instead. Even with all the other mountainous forms of his body competing for our attention both of his balls were still prominently peaking out from the back, powerfully and rhythmically churning. Each individual testicle was bigger than Apollo had been at his fullest flex, and, unlike Kenichi's fuzzy chest and fluffy pits, both were completely smooth. Not to beat a dead horse, but you could have probably fit several dozen of Apollo's balls into just one of Kenichi's. The sumo had not been exaggerating - even with the gallons upon gallons Apollo had in his nuts, it was a pittance, an absolute nothing, compared to the Kaiju's titanic testosterone tankards. Apollo seemed, just... utterly defeated. He wasn't saying anything. He wasn't moving. He was just staring at the deity of manly perfection before him, paralyzed. His previously impressive endowment was fully vertical and I was again pinned by it. The furious purple head of the volcano was continuously pumping out pre like a geyser and pulsated in uninhibited lust. Apollo's speedo, after putting up a valiant effort for so, so long, finally gave in. With a sound like a gunshot it finally snapped, shooting off of his dick with so much elastic force that it busted a few light bulbs up in the arena's obscenely high ceiling, where it remained. I could feel the abs around me tensing tighter and tighter. Rumbling was overtaking the arena again as the powerful tool of The Apocalypse built up toward the point of no return without an arbiter to hold it back. Every vein throbbed at full capacity, his balls roiled and boiled and thundered like enormous industrial cooking vats. Apollo's breathing became extremely heavy and fast, his heart booming loudly as it worked overtime to feed his body's coming eruption. Waterfalls of sweat were pouring from him anew, steam rising from his seething erection. His abs were now squeezing me so hard that my malleable jobber physique had fully contorted to the shape of their ridges. My head was mashed into a wall of burning cock meat, a prominent vein pulsing directly against my face. This dynamite was going to blow at any second, and it would only take the smallest effort to tip the scale over to critical mass. GUH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! BUH-THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! DUH-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Kenichi was walking toward us again. The addition of his cock and balls, from whatever impossible space they had been hiding, caused his big beautiful feet to slam harder and louder against the ground with every dense step. The gigantic tip of his cock climbed past the ropes far ahead of him as he stomped, gradually moving further and further into the ring with every slow, deafening thud. It came within a few yards of Apollo's cock. A few feet... A few inches... The head was mere millimeters away... In that moment before collision, the entire stadium had fallen so silent you could've heard a pin drop. The battering ram tip of Kenichi's cock just barely brushed against the base of Apollo's with a touch lighter than the faintest breeze. That whisper-soft touch was the final straw that broke the camel's back - his fate was sealed. Apollo's balls retracted toward him so fast and with such steel-crushing force, making a sound like two cannons going off as they slammed inward. His toes curled hard enough to crush coal into gemstones and the abs around me squeezed equally hard. Every muscle in his body returned to flexing at max capacity. Before his ultimate surrender, biting his lip and starting to gently cry from sheer overwhelming pleasure, I could hear Apollo give out the single most submissive and relieved whimper of pure bliss I'd ever heard. And then, Apollo came. BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHOOOOOOSHHHHHOOOOOOSHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHOOOOOOOOOOO-!!!!!! To say he erupted, to say that he exploded, would be a dramatic understatement. Apollo's cock shot so hard, and so loud, that you'd have thought someone had detonated a megaton bomb in that ring. It made a busted fire hydrant look like a drinking fountain with no water pressure. It made the spout from Old Faithful seem like a frail old man giving a spit take. It made Mt. Vesuvius seem like the folks in Pompei popped a few pieces of bubble wrap. Apollo's dick had doubled up in thickness as it strained against its own firepower, flaring widest up near the tip. The overburdened purple serpant's veins had become impossibly full, becoming thicker than my entire body. His house-sized balls were violently pulsing in an alternating rhythm like a human oil rig, pumping alabaster gold. Cartoonishly thick bulges of semen audibly pulsed up its length as a solid jet stream of the stuff continuously rocketed out of his piss slit like a white laser beam. Within two seconds the deluge had slammed against the arena's sky-high ceiling. Upon impact, the geyser of goo splattered outward and rained upon the entire audience in a torrential downpour. The audience were certainly getting their money's worth - every single person in attendance that night would go home at least partially soaked in his showering seed. Apollo himself was lost in a state of berserker bliss. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head and his tiny whimper of submission had almost immediately risen up into an impossibly deep and thunderous roar of primal pleasure. His muscles continued to flex at their fullest might. He had instinctively taken to hugging his own manhood with that same strength, as if to manually squeeze more pleasuring pressure into the bombarding bazooka. At this point I was so deeply squeezed into Apollo's abs that I would've been invisible even if his overlapping muscles and dick weren't covering them up. I was drenched in his sweat and deafened by the sounds of giant throbbing muscles, churning balls, and the screaming torrent of spooge rocketing out of his body. The smell and taste of his hyper pheromones flooded through me and sent me into an aphrodisiac blitz. It was like being in the opposite of a sensory deprivation tank - my every sense was overloaded by Apollo Rexford, and in turn I was having a multitude of orgasms alongside him, albeit dry ones. He came and he came and he came and he CAME. The first volley of cum lasted just over an hour. Thousands upon thousands of gallons of seed pumped continuously from the mighty reservoir of those apocalyptic testicles for sixty uninterrupted minutes. During that lengthy stretch Apollo's roar had gradually died down, but he was still letting out to a constant barrage of booming neanderthal grunts, growls, groans, and the occasional expletive. A significant majority of the arena was painted at least partially white from the onslaught. A pool of cum a few inches high filled the massive ground-floor of the arena, the advanced drainage systems doing their best to keep up with far, far more than they were designed to handle. But they still had a ways to go. After that first nonstop hour the jet stream ever-so briefly seemed to peter off, dulling down to a few pulsing bursts for a couple of seconds... before returning twice as hard for volley #2. His balls crunching inward even harder, the next stream blasted up with even more force, and his cock flared even thicker. Apollo let loose another absolutely monstrous roar with even more primal gusto as the thrall once more overtook him. Until those balls were emptied, his body and mind only knew how to pleasure and pump. If his cum weren't already clogging up the floor drains, his downpour of endless sweat would've been giving them a run for their money. I'm honestly surprised I hadn't drowned by this point as the body entombing me worked so hard to power his release. The second and third volleys each lasted another hour a pop. After those, the big guy finally started slowing down, little by little. His fourth volley lasted a half-hour, but didn't quite hit the ceiling anymore. His fifth and sixth were both fifteen minutes and only reached halfway up. Subsequent volleys were shorter and shorter with less and less powerful streams. All in all, Apollo's orgasm lasted 6 full hours, one for every month he had held back. 360 unbelievable minutes of colossus cum. 21,600 seconds of unabated behemoth bliss. As the last sputters of Apollo's potent, pungent batter worked their way through his shaft, the vertical column of meat finally began to deflate. His previously gargantuan balls, drained and spent, had each shrunk down to the slightly-less-gargantuan size of an extra large SUV. His muscles started to unflex, his veins were deflating, and his body was no longer fire hydrant red from strain. When Apollo's cock was finally soft enough, it hit the ground like a mighty felled tree with a massive BOOM. The man we knew as The Apocalypse had finally, finally finished the most spectacularly massive orgasm that the C.W.L. had ever recorded to video... up to this point, at least. Apollo's body was overcome with a blissful afterglow no mortal man could experience. Unnaturally drained after his quarter-day cum, his eyelids began to droop. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was the beautiful bod of Kenichi looming overhead. "...th-thank...you..." he groggily muttered, too quiet to hear. And with that, Apollo slowly flopped backwards and conked out immediately, sprawled out in a pool of his own cum and sweat. He snored with surprising gentleness for a man his size. A bell rang indicating the end of the match, no need for a referee. As he lied down and his abs fully relaxed, I was still unable to move. Spending 6 hours giga-squeezed between those abs had left me firmly stuck in a shape like a human stick figure. I was more or less paralyzed at the moment, though I wasn't in a rush to leave as I zenned out in an afterglow of my own. Even though Apollo hadn't gotten a chance to actually fuck me like he had planned, it certainly felt like he had. Something about my jobber physiology seemed to flood my system with sexual bliss the longer and more powerfully my body was manhandled. All those hours spent slammed up in his abs and indulging in the sensory feast his body provided had been beyond amazing. I felt... so good. Like I was floating gently in a sweaty, musky spa bath after a brutal barbarian gave me an extra violent massage. Pretty soon, I felt myself getting sleepy as well, my eyelids feeling heavy... The noise of the crowd started to fade as a dreamy haze overtook me. Just before I fully fell asleep, I heard Kenichi's deep, deep velvety voice give a soft chuckle of endearment. ... I don't know if I had blacked out for a few minutes or a few hours, but the next thing I knew I was blinking awake with a drone's air pump nozzle popping out of my freshly unflattened ass. I was lying face down on the freshly cleaned wrestling mat, no longer slathered with a flood of Apollo's fluids. Apollo himself was still out cold, his unconscious body laying just outside the ring to the left of me. The arena at large was still splattered and soaked with his 6-hour paint job, but the cleanup crew had done a bang-up job making the wrestling mat spotless. "Heh. Did you have a nice nap, sleepyhead?" The Kaiju teased melodiously. I suddenly realized that everything around me was cast completely in total shadow. Kenichi was standing directly in front of me there in the ring. I couldn't see his face since my vision was dominated by his toes, legs, gut, and cock. The later of which was actually sticking out overhead far, far past the ropes, where the distant head was continuously pumping out a small river of pre. I could see and hear his heart beat as it pulsated with intimidating power. As several droplets of his dick sweat landed on my face, I licked my lips and came yet again. My cum supply had apparently replenished while I was asleep, just in time for it to be quickly drained from me all over again. "I-I-I... y-y... yes, K-kenichi, I slept... a-a-amazing." I managed to softly putter out through the sensation. All the sleepiness had drained from my system to make room for fresh awe and arousal. Standing before this muscle gut god felt like standing in front of a literal god of Olympus. He was radiating an aura of pure sex, pure manliness, pure muscle, pure bliss. It was as if the air itself was having an orgasm from his mere presence. "Excellent to hear, my precious little gem, because..." Kenichi lifted up his left leg in a sumo stomping position. His flexibility for someone of his size was outrageous. He lifted it absurdly high before bringing it down for a mighty earthquaking stomp. THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! As he stomped, the muscles in Kenichi's already impossibly thick lower left half surged dramatically thicker in a rapid rippling tidal wave of flexing mass. Starting at his foot, working its way up his calves and quads until finally ending in his gargantuan ass, multiple tons of muscle materialized in half a second. Then he lifted up his right leg and- DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! His right lower half expanded equally huge. "...now that Apollo's finished with his puny warm-up sized load, the mat is nice and clean, and you're well rested..." He reared back before punching his fists down in front of him to take on a classic battle-ready sumo wrestling stance. His upper body muscles experienced the same intense thundering surge of muscle as his stomping lower half. This action caused a chain-reaction; his gut slammed down, which cause his cock to do likewise with even more force behind it, flattening me in the blink of an eye beneath his subway train erection. "...it's time for our match to start." The bell rang.