Popular Post londonboy Posted February 3, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted February 3, 2019 “Why don’t we shake hands to start the match?” The big guy smiled. God, these dumb jock-boys were all the same. He thought just because he was a little taller and looked a few more pounds heavier he’d show off in a handshake. We locked hands and the big oaf immediately squeezed with almost all of his might. He was sure this would be a short match. They sure didn’t come any dumber. I was impressed by his strength – not to mention the giant size of his hand – but it barely registered to my own mitt that he was squeezing. I rolled my eyes in an expression that made it clear I didn’t feel a thing. This caused him great consternation and he doubled his efforts. I decided it was time for me to squeeze. I loved how his face went from determination to shock to utter panic as he began to feel the mighty force of my grip – the kind of tightening that was usually reserved for humongous machines. I could feel his fingers starting to break at the knuckles – the crushing sound kind of turning me on. Suddenly, red lights were flashing and I heard ‘system malfunction’ over a loudspeaker in the distance. The inside of his hand was literally turning to dust. I was enjoying demolishing what I held. I squeezed harder and at the same time I jerked my arm back. The poor dude’s hand came ripping off with just one tug. He held the stub up in the air and had a look on his face that was priceless – he saw only wires, electrical sparks, and smoke where his hand should have been. “God, I hate bots,” I said. I then pulled my right hand back, squeezing it into a ball, and let the powerful thing fly into the mid section of the guy in front of me. My fist plummeted though his stomach coming out the back leaving a good size hole where his abs used to be. Now sirens were really going off. I could hear in the distance voices over the loudspeakers saying something to the effect of sending in the entire battalion of prototypes to take care of me. Oh boy, I thought, they’re going to send in more. I reached down with my other hand and grabbed both sides within the hole at the guy’s gut. I then pulled my hands apart – ripping the dude completely in two as the doors to the large room opened and about forty other ‘prototypes’ came trampling into the room. It sounded cool to have that many feet pounding on the floor as they entered. This was going to be fun. I still marveled at how I could tear a guy in two – from his groin to his head – with just a little outward yank of my arms. I held the two halves of the big guy in both my hands. He had thought I would be weak – that was his biggest, and last, mistake. The eyes on both sides of the split head still blinked. It was really creepy. I tossed the two pieces to the side and surveyed the little gang that had been sent to do me in. I knew the head guy on this bot project had a secret crush on a porn star named Zeb Atlas – so every single prototype resembled the guy. I wasn’t complaining – the dude was hot – but it was a little strange to see forty identical versions of him staring at me from across the room. I knew the bots were waiting for orders and I knew somewhere a few rooms away some of the army’s top brass was watching all the action. The top general had said no prototype would be allowed into combat until I had been beaten. I was the only thing preventing androids from going into battle for our country and surely killing many civilians. That was the main reason I didn’t mind being so violent – to show them that they weren’t close to winning. Besides, crushing bots was fun. Two of the Zebs were clearly given the orders to attack. They moved toward me. I stood there – stock still – waiting for their first move. The onslaught of intense punches to my stomach – coming from the two big men – would have been too much for any normal man, but then I wasn’t normal. I had been changed – made into something even far superior than bots. I had, in fact, been made stronger, faster, and smarter than the bots on purpose. A man named Dr. Dan Quigley had made it possible for me to become the immovable super structure that deflected punches in the same way a racing windshield splattered insects. Dr. Dan, as I now called him, disliked what the army wanted to do with bots even more than I did. We had become friends at a local watering hole a few years ago and he had quickly figured out I had a certain fetish he could enhance a hundred fold. One night, after many shots of tequila, we had surprised the hell out of each other and ended up in his bed fucking like rabbits. During our multiple rounds of sexual intercourse that night I made it very clear I had a strong desire for alpha status – flipping him in every direction I wanted to serve my needs, and his, by the way. He must have connected with my intense need to dominate on a different level than most people did because he chose me out of everyone else for a little proposal he had been working on. As we lay in bed – my cock still piercing his tight ass – we chatted intimately, loving how it felt to be connected in that way. “What if I could make it so nothing could stop you?” he asked, and I heard seriousness in his voice that caught my attention. “What – you mean like advancing me up in the army – maybe making it to general?” I asked, totally satisfied with the possibility of advancing up to round three of plowing him crazy. “No, I mean like a fucking charging rhino couldn’t stop you,” he answered – still with the same serious tone. My cock hardened inside of him and he squeezed his ass – fully aware that his words had definitely piqued my interest. The man had clearly caught on to my hidden desire to be indestructible – powerful beyond anyone’s wildest imagination. “I’m talking about the kind of advancement that would enable you to stop a speeding train,” he said, egging me on more and my cock responded in the same manner as before. “And what if I could make it where you’d become more powerful every time you had sex?” I immediately wondered how the guy had caught on to my two most favorite things in the world – strength and pounding ass – in such a short amount of time. My most secret fantasy was to have the strength of a thousand men. I wanted to be so powerful that I went through the day differently than other people. I’d move slower – taking my time – knowing that if I got some place late and doors were locked I could easily rip them open or just bust through the wall any time I wanted. I secretly desired to be able to pick up the overweight jerk that got in the eight items or less aisle with over fifty things in his cart and easily toss him to the rafters of our local Costco. I wanted to be able to put my forefinger on the hood of the SUV that parked across three spots at a crowded lot and press so hard that the hood, roof, and entire body of the vehicle caved in at the middle, making it look like a creased piece of paper with its tires sticking out to the side. And the idea of pounding my way into that kind of superhuman power go me so excited I deposited another huge cum account into the doctor’s ass right then and there. I still don’t know why I never questioned the man. I somehow knew, instinctively, he was a person who could back up his words with action. I just understood he could do everything he offered. In the same way, he knew I was the right man for the job. I clearly had the aggression he sought, the desire to be powerful, and he realized I needed sex in the same way a fish needed water. He had a feeling my appetite for doing the nasty would even surpass his original plans for his test subject. A week later he was injecting me with a fluid specifically made for my DNA that made my cells thicker, stronger, and more powerful every time I came. I’m pretty sure the doc wasn’t prepared to have me plow his ass six times in those next few hours, but I really wanted to start my journey into super powers as quickly as possible and, besides, the injections made me super horny. Being able to lift one hundred more pounds than usual the next day in the gym had been all the encouragement I needed. I went straight to the doctor’s lab after my workout and pounded him loudly in one of the bathroom stalls. It was during that particular round of satisfying sex that I realized the doctor had wanted all of this just as much as I did. As I easily held him in the air and fucked him savagely he looked at me with so much gratitude – so much incredible happiness – that I complexly understood he needed the sex on the same level as I did. The Doc was a dirty whore and that was amazing. I had a fuck buddy who would never get tired of my incessant need for pounding. As a matter of fact, he needed it just as much. I fell in love with the guy right then and there – as my power hungry cock bounced him up and down in my arms. I knew he’d be my only source of growth for the rest of our lives. It also became obvious that the Doc wanted me to grow powerful as much as I did myself. Many nights I was awakened to the incredible sounds and feelings of the guy slurping my rod under the sheets and when he realized I was finally awake he’d jump up and impale himself on my hard shaft and then hang on like some kind of bull riding champ as I started thrusting. He even came to my office on numerous occasions and scoped out a utility closet where we could lock the door and I could smash his body against the concrete wall as I made him heavier from dumping mega loads of my thick juice into his ass. I actually became alarmed that the Doc might be some kind of crazed nymphomaniac, but that’s when he told me about the army’s plan for prototype robots and I instantly shared his distrust and hatred for the program. He explained that the Colonel had told him to create a being to compete against the robots. The Colonel clearly had not intended the competitor to be a live human – but the doctor was light years ahead of any scientist of artificial intelligence and realized creating Terminator-like beings to fight each other would never work. He needed something with human emotions and the ability to think outside the box. That’s when he had stumbled upon a serum that could make me pack on so much thickness that it would seem I’d gown a lot bigger, but it was just be reinforced cells becoming denser and denser. I was now so swollen I looked like a guy with normal height, but with the bulk of two Incredible Hulks packed into my body. I fucked the Doc senseless that first week – watching my power reach new goals: lifting heavy weights, bending rebar, picking up the back of the Doc’s truck, and then taking on early editions of the prototype bots. The first few bouts with a bot one-on-one were pretty close. The early bots were strong and I was still beginning to grow – but over the next year I had averaged out to rutting the Doc four or five times a day and sometimes as many as eight times in a twenty-four hour period. This had made my strength and compactness improve expediently. I’d been easily destroying bots for so long it had actually become quite boring. That’s why I was so excited that the powers-that-be had decided to up the ante by letting me take on a lot more bots at one time. Part Two Back in the room with the prototype robots, the two Zeb Atlas look-a-likes in black suits were pummeling my stomach with their best punches, but I wasn’t feeling a thing. I imagined it bothered the bots a lot that I didn’t move even a smidgen as they punched away. Man, I loved frustrating bots and their makers. They didn’t even realize their fists were being dented in and ruined as they hit my powerful abs. Demolished machines, just because my tummy was so strong – you had to love it. I moved with lighting speed for something so dense and muscle packed – grabbing both men around the neck with my thick fingers. I marveled at how lifelike and fucking hot they had made these prototypes – the V of my hand grasping skin-covered machinery, but it felt like humans. Even though both bots were probably over three hundred pounds each, I easily lifted them off the floor. I squeezed harder – listening as hard metal crunched and millions of dollars of technology was destroyed by my powerful grip. Suddenly, both heads lopped to the side, draped over my fingers, as I completely stopped all electrical current and computer messages from passing to the body from the head. Arms and legs immediately went limp and the punching stopped. Two more bots lifeless in my hands – how great that made me feel. I had crushed their necks into wet noodles – metallic bones destroyed by my powerful hands. I shook the two bodies a little to make sure there was no current remaining – their big frames flopping around in my hands. I debated what to do with the two big pieces of junk – wanting to freak out the top brass watching me through the cameras. I lowered my densely packed arms and then swung them upward with much force – sending the two demolished bots upward. Pieces of the ceiling sprinkled down around me as they plowed through it. Their upper bodies disappeared until the only thing we could still see were their legs and finely shaped hot asses hanging down. I got a little turned on by the construction of those hot, bubbled muscled butts. Throwing two guys though the roof was a big turn on. I undid the top button of my shorts and reached in to squeeze my cockhead hard – just to give myself a little thrill. There was no bigger turn on that crushing bots. I knew I’d need to plow the Doc hard after I finished playing with the rest of these Zebs. I looked up at the hot asses and thought about how much fun it might be to plow a bot until he was destroyed – my powerful dick ripping the bot apart from behind. Feeling my cock shove through all that dense machinery would bring the kind of excitement I was always searching for and could give Doc much needed break. It was very clear I was going to need release very soon. That’s when three of the remaining big men jumped on me. The army was so damn predictable. It was time to try three bots since two had been unable to do the job. Forget about letting all of them rush me at the same time – we had to do this systematically. I would have loved to take all of them on at one time – but then it would have been over way too quickly. I wouldn’t get to edge my cock as much as I would from demolishing a few at a time - until they were all destroyed. I imagined the Colonel’s own cock getting hard as he watched three huge bots jump on top of me and my legs didn’t buckle a bit. Carrying the weight of three big guys was nothing and I wished again it was all of the men on top of me. I didn’t stagger or hesitate at all. I simply walked over to one wall – easily transporting the little gang of bots – presently punching away at whatever part of my body was near them – and stood there with tree trunk like legs spread slightly apart. I did a few squats with the over 900 pounds on my body – simply to emphasize the power in my legs. There was an ever-slight burn, like I would get after I did five thousand steps on the stairs machine. I knew having fifty bots piled on top of me wouldn’t even slow me down, so three was a piece of cake. After a few squats, I reached up and grabbed one man at a time – easily pinning all three of them together against the wall. They were lined up back to front and I easily held them in place with one huge thick hand on the first bot’s expansive, hard chest. My powerful palm started to press against the first guy – all three of the bots struggling hard to try and free themselves. Just for show, I decided to flex my other arm as I did my demolishing. It was mainly for Doc, whom I knew would love it, but it was certainly cool if other people watching from the mystery room got off on my bulging thick biceps, too. Showing off my power to bots was one thing, but real men freaking out as I did some amazing strength feat got my juices boiling quicker than anything. I imagined I could see panic on the first guy’s face – if bots could show panic. I knew the computer in his head was desperately trying to figure out what to do to alleviate the tremendous pressure at its chest. Maybe the computer working overtime was the same thing as panic. I pushed in harder – still using a fraction of what I was truly capable of. I looked over at my own flexed giant gun – knowing the sight would give my cock a little jolt of pleasure. It was at that moment I realized I was holding these three bots against the wall with my arm not even fully extended. It was bent at the elbow, like I was at the start of pushing a door open. I pressed my arm out to a full extension, like it was just an afterthought. Suddenly, the first guy’s chest cavity gave in with a loud pop and his front folded inward toward the second man. I watched as the bot’s eyes went blank – his entire system ruined as I easily crushed his body. It had felt like I was pushing in cardboard. Compressing the hell out of a dude was such an awesome feeling. He was so powerless to my one hand – all three of them were. The lifeless body of the bot kept deflating as I smashed all the state-of-the-art technology within. The other two bots behind started squirming more frantically, clearly they were feeling more pressure and their computer brains were freaking out. “Your friend, there, suddenly lost a lot of weight. He’ll easily fit in tight spaces, now.” Toying with the bots was such a kick. There little brains tried to compute what my joke meant even as their body told them to focus on releasing the tremendous pressure against their chests. I wonder if it even registered that one of their own had just been crushed into something as thin as a laptop. I decided to test a theory that popped into my head. I leaned into my push – shoving against the floor with my back leg with a little more force. It still wasn’t all the power I had to offer, but I wondered if it was enough to attain my desired goal. Crushing one guy’s chest had offered up a loud noise, but it didn’t come close to the loud explosion when the remaining two in my little trapped line-up popped at the same time. This time, the dude’s body at the back, against the wall, burst open from the pressure and computer bits, electrical parts, and the like came flying out. That just made me push harder and faster, causing his innards to splatter against the wall and floor around him. I just kept on pushing. Soon the feet of all three bots started coming off the floor as I easily shoved their bodies into the concrete wall behind them. It was like when you stuff a strip of rubber in the hole of a tire and the two ends stick out as you continue to press in. The bodies folded in on themselves around my hand as I rammed their bodies into concrete like it was nothing. Soon, all you could see were three heads mixed in with six legs sticking out from this hole in the wall. That view, combined with the legs and butts dangling from the ceiling made it look like I was installing some modern art exhibit in the room. I turned around to the remaining bots in the room and threw my humongous pumped body into a most muscular pose, while letting out the kind of roar usually reserved for an angry King Kong. I must have scared the shit out of some technician in the other room and made his hands panic at the keyboard because every remaining bot took a step back, as if they had truly been freaked out. Scaring the hell out of bots – I loved the thought of that. I was now tired of being on the pansy-ass defensive. I wanted to be in attack mode. I wanted to show the brass in the other room what a real weapon of mass destruction could do. I walked forward and grabbed the nearest bot by his clothing at chest level. As I effortlessly lifted his body into the air I grabbed his crotch with my other hand – freaking out, again, that these hulking creatures didn’t have hot large endowments below. I swear it would have made them stronger. I took aim quickly and pummeled the guy through the air at two bots standing near a huge metal cabinet across the room. I threw the guy with so much force that when he connected with the other two they immediately came off the floor like a tornado had suddenly sucked them into the air. All three bots went slamming into the massive metal cabinet with so much force that the thing dented in, crushing all the equipment inside and totally destroying the bodies of the trio. Again, the men remained compressed in the metal cabinet to add another sculpture to my exhibit. I didn’t waste a second to stop and admire my handiwork. I immediately shot out my left fist straight into the face of the unprepared bot now standing beside me. To have your unstoppable knuckles connect with a nose, instantly smash it to smithereens, and then continue to drive forward taking out a chunk of a face and making an almost perfect circular hole in a guy’s head was almost as good as hot sweaty sex, but not exactly. The dude’s disconnected bashed-in face went flying backward as my fist stuck out of the back of his head. When I pulled my arm out, the bot miraculously remained standing. I figured the guy’s original stance had been really strong and balanced. I merely inhaled and then let out a quick burst of breath in his direction. The ruined machine fell backwards to the ground. I looked around for what to do next. A weight set in the corner of the room, long abandoned because I had become so freakishly strong that all of the plates combined gave me no resistance whatsoever, became my next choice toy to help me wreck havoc. I couldn’t believe the dudes in the other room hadn’t snapped to attention yet and ordered a counter attack, but then I figured they were still cleaning themselves off from my most muscular pose – having cum on the spot or pissed themselves. I grabbed, with one hand, an empty steel barbell sitting on a rack and moved with lightning speed. I slammed the end of the bar into the lower abs of a bot to my left – causing the thing to penetrate his body easily. I then lifted him from the ground and sent the bar flying to my right, skewering another bot in the same fashion. I then lifted the bar above my head, taking the two still moving bots into the air as if they weighed nothing. Man, making two guys into my barbell bitches was such a turn on as I lifted them up and down a few times I had to reach back into my shorts and stroke my hard cock – loving the idea of my cute Doc doing the same thing in the other room. I slid the bar in between my first two fingers and started twirling it hard above my head. Within seconds both huge men went soaring off across the room, taking out a few bots as they traveled and then slamming hard enough into the walls to cause concrete blocks to be shoved into the other rooms. Suddenly, there was much action in the room. The army had clearly had enough of my playing. The entire brigade of bots sprung into action. My dream of taking on about twenty of them at one time was about to come true. I watched as bots picked up their own weapons – some grabbed other empty barbells, one picked up a heavy metal chair, and one even impressively ripped a chin-up bar from one of the doorframes. I couldn’t help myself and started to leak pre-cum from the sheer enjoyment of what was about to come. When you are as strong as I was – as invincible – there is a certain amount of confidence . . . hell, let’s just call it cockiness that enables you to stand taller, wider, and more powerful than anything around you. I looked at the sea of bots in front of me and actually chuckled out loud. They had no idea what they were about to face – even after seeing all that I had done before. It was mainly because their masters in the other room didn’t see it, either. These guys only did as they were told. The numerous top army brass in the other room, probably all secretly stroking themselves, assumed they had seen my limits. They were calculating what it would take to defeat me. How could those men know that everything, so far, had been child’s play for me? Squeezing, crushing, and breaking bots came as easy as brushing my teeth. Doc had continued to mold me into something unstoppable . . . something that could not be destroyed – over the last few years. I raised my now empty barbell and tossed it like a javelin. It easily speared one of the bots in the chest, lifted him into the air, and then carried him across the room until the thing sank into the wall like an arrow hitting a target. That was my sign to let the fun begin – a bot dangling from the wall. It was also another piece of art. Bots with weapons raced at me all at the same time. Barbells, dumbbells, a steel chin-up bar, and a metal chair all hit my body at the same time. The anticipation was that I would surely go down. I believe even the bots thought I would fall to their crushing blows – if they had been able to think. Everything bounced off since their weapons met something much more dense and immovable. I let out another loud roar and raised my arms into a jaw-dropping double biceps pose. The hands of every bot were registering massive reverberations because I had easily deflected their blows. I released my pose and first grabbled the big metal chair that was still shaking in the bots hands. I noticed it was no problem for me to hold the big thing in one hand, but he had used two. I jerked it from his grip quickly and then brought the thing above his head. Reaching up with my other hand I grabbed the backside and bent it towards the seat. I caught the bots head in between the two as I easily twisted metal like it was only a paperclip. Smashing his head in the demolished chair gave me such satisfaction. I watched as his face came squeezing out between the metal rungs on the back. I let go and the bot was still standing with a big metal blob crushed around his head. I swung my arm in a circle a little harder than anticipated and hit the guy’s midsection with the butt of my palm. He shot across the room with so much momentum that he plowed through a wall – leaving a big bot-sized hole. Meanwhile, the bot dude with the thick chin-up bar had regained control of his hands and swung the steel thing with all of his might into the side of my head. I heard it smack against me, I could sense the thing bending to the contours of my face, but not only was there not any pain, I only felt a slight tap – not even enough to make me blink. The poor bot’s hands were now so stunned they had to let go of the bar, which stayed plastered to the side of my head. I reached up and pulled it off. While the bot was still trying to recover from the shock my head had brought to his body, I quickly twisted the steel around his neck. I tightened his new thick necklace and then grabbed both ends of the pole. I pulled strongly and swiftly as if merely tightening a knot. I decapitated the bot with one smooth tug of the bar. His head went flying a few feet away and I then placed my right hand on the exposed part of his mechanical neck. I pushed down with tremendous strength. I compressed the bot’s body downward like a smashed paper cup. Flattening one of these big guys with just one of my powerful hands almost made me lose the load that had been edging ever since the army of dudes had entered the room, but I refrained from exploding. There was too much more fun to have. About twelve or more bots remained. 30 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SeaMusc Posted February 3, 2019 Share Posted February 3, 2019 It's always a pleasure to read your works, Londonboy. Hope you are well...and hopefully the next chapter is on its way. I like this one a lot already. :-) 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boardman Posted February 3, 2019 Share Posted February 3, 2019 Love this story. Want to read more. Just how strong is he? I think the doc should take the serum so the two muscle gods can take on anything. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted February 3, 2019 Share Posted February 3, 2019 Love this story. Everything you write is great. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
portamivia Posted February 3, 2019 Share Posted February 3, 2019 Did you write this for me? :-) It really speaks to me. Miss chatting with you, big guy. Can’t wait to read more... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hialmar Posted February 3, 2019 Share Posted February 3, 2019 Thank you, @londonboy This is one of my new favourite stories. The mind of the protagonist is fascinating, and the alluring way in which you use the word compact is delightful. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted February 3, 2019 Share Posted February 3, 2019 Love the symbiotic nature of the relationship. Always appreciate a new piece from you! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
londonboy Posted April 17, 2019 Author Share Posted April 17, 2019 Long overdue, I know, but here's part two. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
londonboy Posted September 23, 2020 Author Share Posted September 23, 2020 Part Three I guess I should have felt sorry for the robots. I mean, I bet there would have been people that would have chosen to protest against my abuse of them. These would have been people that would have said the bots were living things – as if they had a soul – and that I was a demon for what I did to them. These same people would have ignored the fact that the bots were being manufactured to actually kill humans - because their need for some ‘cause’ outweighed their desire to think for themselves. Granted, the bots were so lifelike that it did sometimes feel like I was ripping a man in two, but deep down I always knew it was just a machine. Sometimes, I asked Dr. Dan to sneak the video coverage of me fighting the bots home and he and I would lay in the bed stroking our cocks for hours and then finally shooting big loads – just from watching me destroy them. Nothing turned the two of us on more than watching me manhandle grown bots like they were paper dolls. Dr. Dan squirted the most from when I picked up bots like they weighed nothing at all and tossed them across the room. I liked it the best when I easily ripped an arm off or a leg or punched through them like they were cardboard. Since bots have no emotions, I was a little bummed that I never saw panic or fear in their eyes, but it was still joyously fun to have them approach me and knowing their computer minds thought they’d easily defeat me. Dr. Dan told me the room with the monitors, where all the top brass watched the battle, always smelled like a bath house sauna when I was done destroying bots. Clearly, many of the men watching couldn’t control their orgasms. Dr. Dan had told me one day that I had become so dense, so compact that I could easily flatten a bot just by hugging it. The first time I did that I had spewed like you wouldn’t have believed. Dr. Dan told me he had done the same watching me. He said the entire room had moaned in unison as they watched the bot short circuit when I squeezed it flat like a pancake. I watched that particular video over and over – exploding every time. I stared at the remaining twelve bots – standing ready to attack me. I held up my right forefinger and did a ‘come here’ movement to the group. I was ready for them. I was thicker than hell, but I also knew I could move fast as hell. I decided teasing the bots, even if they couldn’t register humor or irony, was still fun for me. I flexed my thick, massive, right biceps – then turned my head and licked the swollen mass. I knew I was really teasing the top brass watching me from the other room, but it was still fun to feel like I was intimidating the bots. That’s when something totally unexpected and very cool happened. Two of the Zep Atlas look-alikes, standing nearest to me, had a total computer overload and fried their system right then and there. There was a loud crackle sound from their chest, puffs of smoke coming from their ears and then they fell over, convulsing violently for a while on the floor and then going completely still. I couldn’t help but believe that I had made the things short circuit just from a little self-muscle worship. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced – besides plowing Dr. Dan, of course. I assumed my overpowering manly musk, coupled with the visual of me licking my own giant biceps, was too much for the bots – both visually and within whatever mechanism inside them processed aromas. It was like I had made the crazy things orgasm. Bots didn’t cum, they just fried themselves when something was too stimulating for them to process. I imagined sirens were going off in the other room and internal programs were screaming ‘does not compute’ as I slid my tongue over the giant peak of my arm. The thought almost made me orgasm, too. “Fucking hell, fellas, it’s because you don’t have cocks. There was no place for all the juice I caused to zap into your body to go. All this just became too much for your little computers to handle,” I said, looking at my own flexed gun. “Now, I’m just too worked up to control myself. I’ve got to fuck a few of you.” With lightning speed – even the geek at the main control keyboard in the other room couldn’t have moved his fingers fast enough to respond – I grabbed one of the bots, spun him around, ripped off a big chunk of the back of his pants, bent him over a nearby desk, and then plunged my hardness into his amazingly life-like ass. The screaming queen that was the head designer of the bots clearly had a thing for big bubble-butts, because these things were almost perfect. It felt like the first time I had ever slammed my big salami into Dr. Dan – it was that amazing. Only this time, since it was just a bot, I didn’t have to hold back. I could ram with abandon. I could literally fuck his brains out . . . well, his computer brains, that is. I slammed my trunk-sized dick far up into the bot’s ass, quickly learning there wasn’t an actual hole up inside those perfect ass-cheeks. But after my sharp jab there was. I ripped the bot a new asshole – so to speak. Fuck, it was so hot. My strong rod penetrated into the bot without any problem. A jolt of electricity zoomed into my hard meat and that only fueled me on more. I started slamming my crotch back and forth into the bot’s bottom – easily poking new holes and making old ones bigger. It was like fucking the engine of some small car. I got a jolt of power each time I rammed him. Another bot was clearly told to attack me as I humiliated the proud work of the army by defiling one of their precious machines in this beastlike fashion. The bot that came up behind me as I shoved my hard cock into the one slammed over the desk had clearly been ordered to pull me off of his mate. A hand reached out and grabbed my shoulder as I thrusted with mega power. The bot thought I’d easily be removed from my spot with a strong tug. How wrong the machine was when it came in contact with my insanely compacted heavy body – muscle so dense it was mind-boggling. The bot jerked his hand back hard, but my shoulder didn’t move. I continued to plug the fake ass below me with what seemed like super strength. I shot my elbow back into the mid-section of the bot coming at me from behind. Instantly, the guy’s gut caved inward from the blow. The guy doubled over from the blow, like a folded piece of cardboard. Sparks flew everywhere and mechanical bits and pieces went flying. My elbow had delivered the same force as a giant wrecking ball – instantly demolishing the bot, which fell to the ground. It became a smoking heap of useless junk. I knew its quick and simple demise was definitely demoralizing to the top brass watching. A simple jab of my thick arm was powerful enough to ruin their years of research. By this point, the bot folded over the desk had been drained of all electrical power. I guess you could have said I fucked the life out of him. His ass looked like it had been blasted by a shotgun. Holes were everywhere, wires and machinery exposed. I grabbed the guy by the back of his pants and belt and flung him against a nearby wall – loving the sound of his body being smashed against the concrete. I picked up the bot that had attacked me from behind and did the same thing – sent him flying into the thick cement. I thought about the fact that the only thing that brought me more satisfaction than pounding the bot’s ass was when Dr. Dan’s leg’s were thrown over my shoulders and I was pounding his tight, hairy, sweet hole. I had to always hold back on my full power when plowing Dr. Dan, but today I wasn’t holding back anymore. I could now plow like a superhero. I looked at the eight remaining bots and all I saw were more potential fucks – hot asses that were begging for my prick to destroy them. It seemed like an appropriate way to send a powerful message to the army gents in the other room. Besides that, I was really just fucking horny, too. Grabbing the nearest bot-man, again, I slammed him up against the wall – face first – and then plummeted my long, hard-as-hell cock into the back of his pants. I shoved through the material and completely through the body of the bot until I felt the tip of my dick plunging deep into the concrete wall on the other side of him. Impaled straight through by my super dong – how hot was that. He was the bot-skewer appetizer on my thick shaft. An intense shot of electricity zapped my crotch and it felt fantastic. The body against the wall immediately went limp. One giant thrust of my huge meat had been all he could handle. Now, that’s what I called a power fuck. I dribbled a little pre-cum inside the cement at that thought. They certainly didn’t make these robots strong enough for long, intense lovemaking sessions. Before I could pull out, suddenly, the remaining seven bots were all pressed up against my back – trying to pin my heavy-as-shit, compacted, muscled body against the wall. I pressed my big hands against the concrete and pushed off with a ton of force – like a rocket being shot through the atmosphere. All the remaining bots went flying backwards, off of me – unable to withstand the power of my super shove. I heard them crashing into furniture, walls, and each other behind me. I turned around and the bot speared on my cock stayed on, turning with me and dangling from my power tool. He felt as light as a feather on my rod. I sent a fist flying into the stomach of the non-working bot on my dick and it went flying across the room, taking out a couple of table and some chairs as it zoomed into an opposite wall. My giant, terrifying piece of veiny meat now stood straight up in the air – like a pornographic Eiffel Tower. I waddled forward, bent over, and wrapped my hands around the hips of another bot. I jerked him into the air, turned him around, and then slammed him down on my stiff pole. I felt my cock traveling up his ass crack and then continuing up into his stomach and chest – basically ripping him in two as it traveled in its trajectory of destruction. I was starting to crave the jolt of electrical power that would blast my crotch each time I fucked a bot. I held the destroyed thing in my hands as I bucked my hips up and down, pounding its insides until I had traveled high enough to be even with shoulders, crushing it’s body like a squeezed lemon at the same time. When I lifted the thing off my cock, it was about two feet shorter – it’s stomach and chest compressed like an accordion. I was literally turning into a fucking beast or a beastlike fucking machine. And then there were eight – yes, eight! I had clearly counted wrong. How great was that, I thought – looking at the remaining bots. I was actually disappointed there were so few – even though there were two more than I thought. I was loving how I could edge myself using their big bodies like I usually used my right giant palm to bring me to near orgasm. They were mere means to an end – and I intended on having an enormous happy ending when the last bot was a mass of million dollar fried junk on the floor. I walked up to two bots in front of me – oblivious to the punches they both immediately started sending into my face and body. They were like annoying gnats swarming around me. I placed my big hands on the outside shoulders of both men and pressed down hard. Mechanical legs buckled – and broke – as I pushed with all my might. It was like both bots had decided to kneel in front of me at the same time – as it should be. I intended to find out if plowing a bot’s mouth was as nice as pounding his ass. I willed my giant rod to stick out straight from my body, pressed the tip against the lips of the bot on the right, and shoved forward with my crotch. Completely forgetting that a bot wouldn’t know to unlock his jaw to take something as colossal as my cock, I busted through it’s pearly whites like a bullet being shot through paper. I heard the teeth shattering before it even dawned on me. I also pushed with a little too much strength, because I felt the head of my dick bust out of the back side of the bot’s head. A much more intense jolt of electricity zapped me, which only fueled my needs even more. Ramming my cock back and forth through the bot’s head was nice, but it wasn’t close to the unbelievable feeling of Dr. Dan’s warm, wet, and thoroughly experienced mouth. So far, real men were clearly the better cocksuckers when compared to bots – but as I pounded into the machine’s face I chuckled at the thought that bots gave better head, since there was now a giant-sized gaping hole through that part of this particular bot. I pulled his fucked-up face from my cock and let the lifeless bot fall to the ground. I then turned to the other waiting machine and gently pressed my dick against his lips. To my amazement, he parted his lips and teeth. I wasn’t sure if the programmer in the other room – controlling the bot – had ordered him to open or if the bot had overridden initial programming as it watched the face of its co-bot get demolished by my huge dong. Then the bot actually sucked! Not nearly as wonderful as Dr. Dan did it, but it was still nice. And there was a lot of power to the suction. I guess that was because it was really a machine. I moaned a little – amazed that I was actually feeling pleasure from a bot – and it wasn’t just the pleasure of destroying one. I pressed into the bot’s throat, knowing it really didn’t have this clear-cut path downward to a stomach and other organs. I could feel my dickhead pressing through wires, mechanisms, and intricate computers – receiving the blast of electricity I so desired and then knowing the bot would become lifeless. “You fellas clearly don’t know how to make the moment last. You all suffer from premature malfunction,” I said as I let the destroyed bot – still suctioned onto my cock – slide down to the floor beside the other pile of mechanical rubbish. By this point, I really needed release. My balls were aching like they were caught in a car compacting machine at a junkyard. I’m sure they were a dark blue by this point. It dawned on me that I wouldn’t have to hold back on my orgasm today – like I normally did with Dr. Dan. I knew it wouldn’t matter if I blasted out the back of a bot’ head or it’s stomach as I exploded into it. I could cum as powerfully as I had always wanted to. When your body was as densely packed as mine, it was like tying a ton of dynamite sticks together when I finally came. I had a feeling I could blast through a lot more solid things than a bot’s head, but it would be fun to watch my juice deal out that kind of destruction. I saw movement with the remaining bots – they were all reaching into their coats. I got a rush of euphoria when I realized they were taking out guns. Guns! The fucking army didn’t get it . . . I was now indestructible. They thought bullets would pierce my compacted titanium-like skin. I was so dense I made solid rock look flimsy and weak. I certainly didn’t mind that the generals and other goons were all ignorant of my abilities. It made all of this a lot more fun for me. But I was amazed that they kept forgetting just how powerful Dr. Dan told them I had become. Dr. Dan tried in vain to explain my strength – even in layman’s terms. He would compare me to Superman or a combination of Superman and the Hulk, but no one believed him. No one in the army wanted to admit that a mere human – or what they thought was a mere human – could beat all of their technology, all of their expensive work, all of the government’s supposedly undeniable might. There was one thing the army brats just never really took time to understand . . . to comprehend. Dr. Dan had made me into what he desired . . . what he loved . . . what he dreamt about. When something is created out of one’s deepest desires it is truly different than when something is created just to win a battle or to fight in a war. Dr. Dan wanted me to destroy bots . . . that was true . . . but he also wanted to create a superman that would hold him tight in bed, plow him hard in the middle of the night, and rip off locked doors when he wanted to enter a forbidden room. Dr. Dan’s love and need made me. That was much more powerful than all the money in the world. I continued to thicken because of Dr. Dan’s love. I continued to become stronger because of him. Bots would never catch up with me, simply because Dr. Dan’s desires grew more powerful as my body became more powerful. His dreams for what I could become intensified as I morphed into something that surpassed his present thinking. I made him expand his scientific ideas of what was possible. I made him think outside the muscle and strength box. When I fucked him, which was basically all the time, he would – in between orgasms – think about ways to improve the perfection I already was. Dr. Dan was making me into the god he wanted to worship forever. And I, in turn, adored the little doctor more than life, itself. When a bullet hits your densely packed abs and crumples in on itself upon impact, you tend to get a little excited . . . a little turned on. When multiple bullets hit you all over your body and do the same thing, you actually leak copious amounts of pre-cum. The bots unloaded all the ammunition in their pistols into me at the same time. The room rang out loudly with the noise of multiple gunshots. I took it all in as a light massage and loved how the sound of demolished bullets hitting the tiled floor lingered after everything. A few bullets were left wedged in the deep crevices of my chiseled abs muscles. I thought I could hear the gasps and moans from the other room, but I figured it was really just what I imagined the army men were feeling after seeing I was not even slightly bothered by the gunfire hitting me. “Here, I thought we were becoming friends, fellas, and you go and try to shoot me. How did that work out for you? Not so well, I believe. Fuck, I’m powerful, boys. Your bosses just aren’t getting it, are they? I could take on an army of you guys and easily win. God, that thought makes me hot. About a thousand bots on one side of a field and me on the other. An epic battle where I slaughter every single one of you. I sure wish you fellas had something between your legs that could get hard when you see me do amazing things. It seems such a shame that you can’t get turned on. Bet that’s not true for your bosses,” I said turning to look up at a camera. “How about it fuckers, you guys creaming in your panties, yet?” I did a most muscular pose and growled loudly – Dr. Dan’s favorite – knowing it would scare the hell out of some of those in the room. My body lit up with bulges like a giant muscle Christmas tree. I looked like the Hulk on steroids. I then, with lightning speed, grabbed one of the bots with one hand by the clothes at his chest and tossed him upward. When the bot’s feet were even with my chest, I reached out and grabbed his ankles with both hands. I then swung him with almost all of my might, in a bit broad circle – gathering speed as he soared through the air. I brought him smack into two other bots before they even had time to think about moving. Three intricate and expensive machines exploding at the same time is loud and visually stunning. All three guys instantly melted together as the impact sent all three of them flying across the room. By the time they hit the wall, they were nothing but a flaming heap of liquefied mass. “Fuck, fellas, I didn’t know being around me would get you so hot and bothered! For guys not having dicks, you sure do explode nicely! Three bots left. I’m going to miss playing with you, guys. It’s reminded me of a kid crushing little ants with his fingers.” The remaining bots all threw their pistols at me at the same time. I looked up at the camera with a ‘what the fuck’ look on my face – amazed that some programmer had decided that three little guns would hurt me – especially after all that I had done. I picked up a huge plate lying on the ground near the weight bar. It was the heaviest and largest one there. Most grown men would not have been able to lift it, but I picked it up with one hand. I flung it like a Frisbee toward one of the bots. It caught him in the stomach with enough force to make him immediately fold over forward as the thick thing knocked him off his feet and sent him into the wall across the room. The plate imbedded itself and the bot into the wall and I watched the guy’s arms and feet flail around for a few seconds before everything shut off. Wedged into the concrete, the guy looked like some modern art piece. Two bots remained. I glanced around the room and saw the damage I had done – causing my cock to bob up and down with excitement. I leaked a big juicy gob of pre-cum at the sight of so many mangled bots. “Hell yeah, it’ good to be me. Super strong and built like a fucking brick house. It’s time, however, to freak the army out completely,” I said to no one in particular. I moved so quickly that the two remaining bots had no idea where I was until I came up behind them and wrapped my arms around their waists from behind. I squeezed, tightly, and lifted them both off the ground. I had great plans for my final companions. I turned toward what I knew was a double reinforced wall – the barrier between me and the top brass of the army. I wanted to show the generals and their men exactly how ‘behind’ they were with their robot development . . . well, when compared to me. I was also ready to see Dr. Dan. The two bots were squirming hard – trying to get free from my vice-like grip. They weren’t going anywhere. I took off at what would be a jog for me, but it was probably pretty fast for a normal man. As my body came in contact with the thick cement it felt like I was stepping through only falling water. It did not feel that way for the bots, however. My body powered through solid concrete without any problem. The bots, though, were smashed like grapes thrown against a wall. I could feel their bodies being flattened as my arms pulled them through the thick barrier, while my own body sailed through without me even slowing down. Huge chunks of wall flew into the other room and it was like someone had dynamited through. I felt the limp, totally destroyed bodies of the bots in my arms. I looked around the room as the dust settled and saw the shocked faces of about twenty men staring in my direction. I also saw the lust-filled face of my Dr. Dan in the back. “Seems these young bots can’t handle their walls these days. Not like I can, anyway. You’ll have to work on that fellas. I sure know how to make an entrance, though, don’t I?” As predicted, guns were drawn and a barrage of bullets shot out in my direction. It was like bothersome gnats flying into me. I watched with a smile as the two powerless bodies of the bots were filled with numerous slugs – while the things just bounced off of me like I was titanium. I dropped the bullet filled bodies of the bots on the ground. The feeling of bullets being repelled by my body like they were just marshmallows being tossed at me was amazing. I smiled over at Dr. Dan and flexed my right gun, watching a bunch of bullets hitting the biceps and then falling to the ground. I then moved toward one of the men shooting at me. I reached out and grabbed his machine gun by the barrel, being careful to pull it away lightly, remembering these were humans and not bots. I didn’t want to jerk his fingers off or his whole arm, for that matter. I was still being shot by other guns, but in the middle of that I held up the one in my hand and started folding it up like it was just paper. I basically crushed the metal into a ball, breaking the hard plastic parts into tiny bits that fell to the floor. It was nothing for me, but the poor soldier before me was clearly overwhelmed by the display – since my previous displays of strength had been observed on a large screen and not up close and personal. The astonishment in his eyes turned to fear when I brought the mangled ball of machine gun up to my mouth and took a huge bite. As I chewed with my mouth open, I grabbed the front of the guy’s bullet-proof vest and, with the greatest of ease, hoisted him into the air before me. “You see that fellows – that’s what I’m talking about. Look at this poor guy’s face. It’s a mixture of absolute fear and incredible awe at my strength. His hands are shaking, but look at that – his cock is hard-as-hell. He doesn’t know whether to be afraid or turned on. It’s that kind of expression – that mixture of terror and lust – that I wish you could give the bots when I do things like flatten them with a hug. You’ve got them looking really human, but they don’t react like this – trembling and on the verge of a major orgasm at the same time. It really would make my job of destroying them a lot more fun if you could give them some emotions. And for goodness sake, give the big fellas some cocks. Even though they’re robots, it must be pretty disheartening to see me sporting such a huge handsome dick and, and the same time, know their own crotches are as smooth as cock-less as a Ken-doll. Sexless and emotion-less big brutes are never going to work. Give them some chest hair, some five-o’clock shadow, some stinky pit fur, and other things to make them feel like real he-men bots. They might end up being tougher and give me more of a fight. Probably not, but it would make it a hell of a lot more fun for me.” I quickly tossed the guy in my hand toward the four soldiers trying to sneak up on me at my left – knocking them all down like bowling pins. I turned to the men standing nearby that were clearly the top brass of the army – each man’s uniform was covered in stripes and metals. I also noticed all their crotches were big wet stains, too. By this point, no one was trying to stop me. The squirts had finally realized there was no way to win against me. No one was shooting and everyone was staring. My tightly compacted body was radiant with bulges and I raised my arms into a double biceps pose to emphasize my thickness and power. “So, here’s the deal, gents. I’m getting tired of playing babysitter for your bots. I’ve just gotten too powerful for them. It’s no fun for me, anymore. They’re too easy to dominate . . . to destroy. There’s only a certain amount of ways a big guy like me can flatten a bot. At some point it begins to become a little routine and boring. I mean, thanks for sending in a little army, today . . . that made it a lot more fun, but it was still as easy as pie for me to defeat them. That’s why I think it’s time for me and the love of my life to depart this facility, fellows. Aw now, don’t get upset . . . I know you’ll miss watching me show off my strength and demolishing bots, but Dr. Dan and I want to go and spend the rest of our lives together. He’s my main squeeze, but – of course – I can’t actually squeeze him with all my strength or I’d hurt him. But he made me what I am and I’m so into him that he and I are going to go far, far away and have constant sex. I’m sure you’ll make more bots and I’ll look forward to fighting them out in the real world, but know that I’ll always win. Dr. Dan is going to continue to make me even more super than I already am. So, it’s time for us to say farewell to the army, guys. And, seriously, think about giving your future bots a panic face for when I am crushing them. I think Dr. Dan and I will take the quick way out. We have a lifetime to spend together.” By this point I had picked up the doctor by wrapping a huge arm around him and was standing by what I knew was a thick wall with the outdoors – and freedom - beyond it. You would have thought a massive tank was busting through the wall from the explosion that happened when my powerful fist met the concrete. A tank would have definitely fit through the hole my punch made. The cool breeze of the late afternoon blew into the room even before the dust settled. Alarms immediately started going off and I could hear army men rushing into action in the room behind us and beyond. I didn’t stop, though. I merely carried the love of my life through the gaping hole and then started to run – pumping my legs at an easy speed of about seventy miles per hour, noticing Dr. Dan loved having the wind whipping around us. As I came closer to the giant wall with barbed-wire fencing on top I debated smashing through it, too, but opted out for something I knew would thrill my man even more. I merely jumped – like a professional runner taking a hurdle – and my powerful legs sent us into the air, much higher than the wall. As we crested at the peak of our arch and started to descend, I turned to Dr. Dan. I found him smiling at me. There was nothing but love in his eyes – no fear, whatsoever, because he knew I would always protect him. As we fell back to the earth to start our new life together, he leaned in and kissed me passionately. 10 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.