Liberty Falls - A Captain America story | FINALE is here! - Strongest One There Is

[mrwaker]

This story is violent and involves someone forcing themselves on another person, so don't read if that bothers you. 

Hey yall, this is the first ever thing I've written. I've been a long, long, long time lurker/reader and on a whim decided to give writing a shot. This was made with stories like Tony vs. Superman in mind, where iconic heroes get taken down easily. This story is the first of a series of Marvel stories I've been working on following one character, if people like it maybe I'll work through the other drafts and share them as well. 

 

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Steve Rogers pulled his mask over his head and double checked himself in the mirror to make sure it was on straight. He was America’s champion and there should be no fault in his appearance, no line, no crease, no part out of place. His military mentality never left him, and it showed in his stature. Even though this was just a routine patrol on Manhattan’s Upper East side, he didn’t stray from his routine even slightly.

Confident everything was in order Steve walked over to his pride and joy resting on the mantle beside the empty display where his costume would normally rest. Where Thor had his hammer, and Iron Man had his armor, Steve had his shield. It was a beacon of hope, strength, and resolve for the downtrodden. He picked up and latched onto the straps along his back and headed out to the basement level of Avengers Tower where he’d find his motorcycle to head out on. Not that he needed a vehicle, he could easily outrun it with his mammoth legs fueled by the serum in his veins. Truth be told, he simply enjoyed the feeling of riding it.

It was already past nightfall, and as he zoomed down the streets glancing down alleyways and side streets as he passed he could hear the occasional cheer from fans and supporters as they zipped by. He was their hero and he would also fight for them. He allowed himself a small smirk in pride, only to be immediately distracted by a distant scream. Someone needed his help.

The voice came from over a block away, but his trained sense of superhuman hearing left it ringing clear in his ears, even over the rumbling of his bike. It was definitely a masculine voice in distress. Sure enough, as he approached he could hear the sound of a man pleading for his life along one of the nearby alleyways. As he parked his bike around the corner he nearly flew off of it in the same moment entering the alley in the blink of an eye.

In front of him there was a man being held off his feet by a much larger man in a black hoodie. Steve couldn’t make out much in the darkness, but the man was well over 6 feet and seemed quite built for his height. The smaller man was trying desperately to kick himself free from the man’s grip with his dangling feet, but he was clearly outmatched and stood no chance.

Steve didn’t let a moment go to waste and called out to the man. “I think you should let him go,” he said, making sure to make it clear that what waited behind the man was no joke through his tone. 

The man didn’t move, he continued to hold the smaller in the air with one arm, an impressive display of strength, Steve realized, for a typical man. This man clearly worked hard on his strength.

“Son, I said to put him down. I will not give you another warning, do not make me use force.” Steve said.

To Steve’s surprise the man chuckled, the movement caused the man in his hands to shake violently just from the small movement. “Please, and what exactly are you going to do?” The man said, not even turning around to acknowledge the presence behind him.

Steve tensed, he knew a fight was coming. ”I don’t think you realize who you are dealing with. If I must, I will put you down.” Steve said. 

The bigger man let out a small sigh, but instead of putting the other man down he moved his arm to the wall beside him, pinning the man in his hand. The smaller man let out gasp as the air flew out of his lungs for a moment from the force of the large hand pressed against his chest. It was an incredible display of strength, to not just pin a man with one arm, but move him entirely. Though smaller than them both, the man in his grip had to have weighed nearly 200 lbs. 

“I have an idea of who I’m dealing with,” the man in the hoodie said, still effortlessly holding the smaller man against the wall, “but I don’t think you know who you’re dealing with.”

This was going nowhere, so Steve stepped toward the two. He thought of the need to bring out his shield, but given that this man was likely just human it wouldn’t be needed. He walked up to the back of the larger man, realizing now that the man was only a little shorter than his 6’5” height, but his back was nearly as wide as his own. If it was all muscle under that hoodie, the man must have sported an impressive physique. But Steve had both his superhuman strength, and his training to back him up. The average street villain stood no chance.

Allowing one last chance for the thug before him to back down, Steve simply put a grip on the man’s shoulder, the one still holding the man up without any sign of strain. As he squeezed, he could feel the muscles tensed and flexed under his hand. The shoulder was as hard as steel, and even through the hoodie Steve could feel the heads of the man’s massive delt pressing against his grip. This thug was definitely hiding a lot under there.

“If this is how it’s going to be, then I will just have to teach you a lesson. Can’t say I didn’t give you a sporting chance.” Steve said, allowing one final moment for things to go a better way. The large continued to hold still.

Allowing his adrenaline to surge, Steve prepared to move fast and hard, tightening the grip on the man’s shoulder to pull him away from the smaller man and quickly down to the ground. His arm exploded in an undeniably stunning display of size and power, his battle hardened biceps nearly ripping out of his suit. He made a point not to try too hard, he certainly didn’t want to rip the man’s arm out.

But the large man barely moved. His weight shifted from the force, but he never lost his balance. Under his hand Steve felt the man’s delt explode in response, nearly breaking his grip in the process. This man was strong, but he had faced plenty of strong foes before. He moved to wrap his arms around the man, barely able to get around the massive lats to pull the man into a suplex. Steve’s mighty pecs pressing into the thug’s lats in a secondary battle of muscle against muscle. Steve flexed them hard as poured his strength into the move, his suit tightening under the strain of his meaty chest expanding under it.

Again the thug barely moved. This time the force was enough to cause him to stumble backward and nearly lose his pin on the man against the wall, but the thug quickly regained his footing. His lats tensed and flared in response, catching Steve off guard and nearly breaking his hold around the man’s torso, but Steve managed to hold on, sweat dampening the inside of his mask.

The thug let out a long sigh, the movement nearly made Steve fall into the man as he exhaled. However it seemed Steve had prevailed as the thug released the smaller man, causing him to fall to the ground nearly face planting onto the concrete. “Guess I gotta make an effort here, since you won’t just let me be.” Despite the shock, the small man stuttered out a small thank you to Steve and skittered away.

As the man hurried down the alley, the thug rolled back shoulders against Steve’s arms, the movement causing the rock hard muscles in his back to flex against Steve pecs. To Steve’s shock he quickly lost his grip on the thug, unable to pin down the expanding muscle in his arms. Steve took a step back to ready himself.

The thug turned around, giving Steve the first look of his face under the hood. The man was younger, likely in his late 20s. His jaw was chiseled and square and sported a line of hair along his chin and a thin mustache, not enough to make for a full goatee. His eyes were dark, and as they focused in on Steve he caught a glimpse of shock in them. Perhaps this thug had finally seen the error of his ways. But the shock was replaced with a grin as the thug chuckled.

“Fuck! I was hoping it was you, Captain fucking America,” the thug said, “Damn, looks like wishes can come true. I’ve been hoping to put myself to the test. You can only go so far setting record after record in the weightroom. I needed a real challenge.” The thug pulled down his hood and gave Steve a once over with his eyes. Steve had already regained his composure and of course made sure to give the thug a stunning display of his physique, hoping to dissuade the man from further conflict. But the man nearly doubled over in laughter in response.

“Holy fuck, Cap, you might be big, but if that was the kinda power you have behind those muscles, you ain’t shit.” The thug stepped closer to Steve, his pecs nearly coming in contact. Cap’s entire world was eclipsed by the sheer size of the man before him, but Steve didn’t drop his stance. “Oh right, it’s obvious who you are, but you don’t know me. I’m not anyone really, don’t worry, just call me CJ.”

CJ? Steve had never heard of any villain street level or otherwise that went by this name, surely this just wasn’t a normal man. There’s no way someone with his strength couldn’t either be empowered, or gifted much like Steve was. “Look, I don’t care who you are, son, but I can’t leave you here causing harm. I’m going to have to take you in.” Steve said.

CJ let out another chuckle, “Alright Captain Weakshit, if you think you’ve got it in you, but let me give you a better idea of what you’re up against.”

Steve took a step back as the man moved to unzip his hoodie. He immediately noted the chiseled upper chest that revealed itself, a light layer of chest hair poking through the shirt underneath. CJ seemed to struggle getting the jacket off, but managed without ripping it. He sported a thin green tank top, stretched as thin as paper against his skin. CJ was massive, his pecs bulged through the fabric nearly ready to rip it to shreds, Steve could make out the veins snaking down the large man’s neck and down his chest through it. A thin tattoo Steve couldn’t quite make out was along the man’s right pec. Alongside his chest, CJ’s arms rippled with power and were no less shredded. A large bulging vein ran across each bicep, looking as if they’d jump out of his skin.

Steve also got a good look at the man’s shoulders and realized he wasn’t wrong about them. CJ sported boulders for delts and even at rest Steve could make out striations and a roadmap of veins. Steve nearly lost himself in the stunning display of muscle before him, CJ was not just huge, he was incredibly lean, no wonder he packed so much strength under that physique. 

Steve let out a small smirk, “look, you’re clearly a big man. I applaud you for your training, but I’ve taken down plenty of big foes. This won’t be a challenge.” Steve said in an effort to pump up his own confidence, but somehow he felt an ounce of envy at the other man’s imposing display of muscle. 

CJ smiled, a look which sent a shock down Steve’s spine. CJ was handsome and every bit a fine specimen of a man. Steve was straight, but there was no denying what was before him. CJ’s voice invaded his thoughts, “Fuck man, I am going to enjoying breaking you. Somehow, I know you will too in the end.” CJ chuckled and tossed his hoodie aside.

Before it even hit the ground CJ unleashed a punch right at Steve’s gut. The movement was so fast that Steve nearly didn’t have a chance to react, managing to twist his torso enough to dodge the blow, CJ’s fist glancing against his suit. But before Steve could take advantage of the miss, CJ had already found his footing and came back with another swing, this time at Steve’s chest. There was no time to dodge this one, and the fist slammed into Steve’s chest like a freight train. It knocked Steve completely off his feet and he fell back against the concrete, skidding. Pain shot through the right side of his chest, how did a punch like that hurt so much?

Steve threw himself back onto his feet in a kick up, already readying his stance to fight back when he was stopped at the sight of CJ simply standing there, both of his arms raised beside his head in a double bicep pose. Each bicep rose to a peak that looked like they could cut diamonds between each well defined head. Veins rippled across each arm in a stunning display of power. Steve guessed CJ’s arms to be well over 20” without an ounce of fat on them. Almost as big as his own. And yet, he had knocked him down with a single punch, perhaps he simply wasn’t ready for it. But the sight before him made Steve doubt himself.

“You couldn’t even take one punch from these Cap,” CJ said, “I seriously thought this was going to be a challenge to test all the work I’ve put this body through, but you’re just a weak little shit.”

Steve didn’t know how to respond, how could this man be so cocky? He was Steve Rogers, Captain fucking America.

“Fuck it dude,” CJ said while still holding the pose, “come at me with all you got, try to break this.” Steve questioned whether CJ’s biceps grew larger after the taunt, but it had to have been his imagination, they had to have been fully flexed.

“I don’t know who you are, but to think you can best an Avenger will have you leaving here sorely mistaken.” Steve shot back, regaining his confidence. Steve charged at CJ, who still was holding his mighty arms up high. As he reached the beast before him, Steve channeled the entire force of his body into one massive punch at CJ’s abs. Steve’s quads exploded as they braced for the blow, flaring so hard he heard the seams of his leggings let out a slight rip as they gave way. His eyes honed in on the target, and just before his fist landed he saw 8 bricks of muscle wall up through the green fabric of CJ’s tank top. A flicker of doubt flashed in Steve’s mind.

His punch slammed into CJ so hard it Steve thought he might punch a hole through the man, but as his fist hit CJ’s wall of muscle pain immediately flooded his arm. CJ didn’t move an inch, and the entire force of the blow rebounded back, nearly shattering the bones in Steve’s fist and arm, saved only by the density of his superhuman skeleton thanks to the serum. Steve doubled over from the pain almost immediately, letting out a chilling scream, nearly falling back again on his ass.

Steve could feel his arm going numb as the pain subsided, and he realized he was kneeling on one knee right in front of CJ, his face right at the big man’s abdomen. His eyes widened as he saw that he hadn’t even left a mark. CJ’s abs were still tightly flexed in a display of triumph. Steve looked up to see CJ staring down at him, his arms still held high, maintaining his double bicep pose. The sight of the manbeast before him made Steve feel tiny.

CJ flashed another handsome smile down at Steve. “You better get used to being down there. That’s where you belong, you know?” CJ laughed, causing his abs to relax and bringing Steve’s gaze back to them. “The look on your face man, I wish I could frame it. Captain America brought to his knees and I didn’t even lay a finger on you. I bet you’re dying to see what stopped you cold.”

CJ lifted up the bottom of his tank top with both hands, slowly bringing into view the wall of muscle that had nearly shattered the hero’s arm. Steve’s vision was filled with CJ’s abs of steel, each muscle a well defined brick. A light layer of black hair ran down the middle and across his lower abdominals, trailing down into CJ’s pants. They made his abs appear even more defined.

Then CJ flexed.

Steve's jaw nearly hit the floor as the muscles in front of his face exploded, he didn’t even realize abs could explode. What was a well defined 8 pack was now 10 boulders of harder than steel tight muscle. Veins popped out along the side and down CJ’s lower abs, again pulling Steve gaze downward. CJ noticed and began twisting and flexing his torso to show off his obliques, pulling Steve’s gaze back up. Every inch of him was perfectly cut as if chiseled from stone. CJ could rival even the mighty Thor in a battle of physiques. 

Instead of lowering his shirt back down, CJ ripped it half, shredded it like tissue and finally unveiled his entire upper body. All that was left was a tiny gold chain across his neck, looking as if it would snap at any slight movement.

“Dear God…” was all Steve could muster as he took in the beast towering above him.

“Not a god man,” CJ said, “but I guess to a weak fuck like you I might as well be.”

The cockiness in CJ’s voice woke Steve from his fog and he shook his head. Perhaps he would need to call backup for this one. CJ was clearly some sort of otherworldly threat that he would need the rest of the team to handle. Steve readied himself for a sprint off the ground, deciding to retreat back to his bike and seek allies, but before he could even raise himself off the ground CJ slammed his knee right into the hero’s face. The movement was so sudden Steve hadn’t seen it coming and was immediately flown onto his back a few feet away from the blow. He slammed back down on the ground and his vision filled with stars.

“You don’t get to walk away from this. I’m not done with you.” CJ said.

CJ stepped over the dazed hero below him and wrapped his hand around Steve’s neck. The hero was still trying to process what had happened when he felt himself being lifted off the ground. CJ was picking him up with just one arm… exactly as he had done to the small man before. As the realization set in Steve felt his feet dangling off the ground as he was held above CJ. Steve tried to toss quick, strong blows wherever he could, CJ’s neck, his pecs, the forearm gripping his neck, but nothing seemed to phase the big man. He then grabbed onto CJ’s arm, trying in vain to pry himself out, but instead finding himself getting lost in the man’s titanic arm, hard and immovable under his hands.

CJ laughed at the feeble attempts by Steve to free himself and with his free hand CJ pulled off Steve’s mask, revealing the face of the blue eyed blonde underneath. CJ took in the look on Steve’s face, blood now running down his chin from the blow he just gave him. The hero was in a mix of shock, confusion, and fear. It was time to completely break whatever was left. 

CJ brought Steve closer, still being dangled in the air as if a little kid and leaned into his ear. CJ’s warm breath washed over Steve’s face and his nose was filled with the scent of the man’s musk.

“I really am not a god, or an alien, or even a supersoldier. I’m just a guy who’s been putting himself through hell to become the best of the best.” CJ let out another chuckle. “Actually, you’re gonna get a kick from this one. How old are you again? 35? 40? Oh right, you’re the man out of time… so what 100 or some shit? Well Cap, I hate to say it, but you just got embarrassed by a…..”

Steve didn’t even get a chance to process what hit him. It flooded his mind and the realization was instant. The man who was effortlessly holding like a ragdoll wasn’t a man, but a kid. Not even out of high school. 18 years old, the words hitting him again. 

“Fuck! There’s that look again, you’re so fucking stunned. We didn’t even get to fight and I can see I did a number on you!” CJ lowered Steve back down to the ground, stopping only to put his hand back on the hero’s shoulder. Again, with an effortless display of power the young man forced Steve back to his knees, the hero still stunned over being bested by a teen.

CJ was as big as his supersoldier physique, just as shredded and ripped, and yet somehow Steve’s strength wasn’t even an ounce of the young adonis’. Talk about winning the gene lottery. He was Captain America. He trained his body over decades and was powered by a steroid that gave him size and strength that rivaled gods. Yet CJ had already surpassed him, and at such an age. He couldn’t fathom how such a possibility could even occur. 

Steve was so lost in thought that he hadn’t realized that CJ no longer had a hold on him. He wasn’t brought back to Earth until he noticed CJ had begun unfastening the button of his jeans. CJ pulled down his pants with a struggle over his mammoth quads, allowing them to rest at his knees. He hadn’t left his underwear on.

A million more thoughts flooded Steve’s mind. His brain was trying to process everything happening to him. The wave of testosterone-fueled scent of CJ that pummeled his senses. the massive mounds of flesh that made up CJ’s incredible quads, so big they would easily dwarf the hero’s own impressive trunks. And snaking with ropes of throbbing veins barely masked by the thick black hair all over them. The thought of why Steve hadn’t fled already, why was he still on his knees in front of this young man? Lastly, the sight of CJ’s manhood filled his brain. Steve prided himself in being the peak of humanity, in every sense. But CJ sported a cock as big as his own, yet he could tell it was still soft. 10 inches of muscle meat swung before his eyes, crowned with a thin bush of dark hair. He finally got to see just where CJ’s treasure trail went. 

CJ admired the hero’s stunned face below him. Steve was speechless and like a deer in headlights. CJ rewarded the man by repeatedly flexing his quads, watching how the hero’s eyes would widen each time his huge tear drops of muscles seem to blow up to twice the size and the striations cut through the skin. The sight caused blood to fill his swaying monster cock, its size growing to a similarly impressive display. As his cock nearly reached its full length the head grazed against Steve’s lips and up his nose until finally reaching its full mast in a stunning display of perfect manhood. The throbbing cock filled Steve’s vision as it bounced up and down.

“Captain America, look at what you’ve done to me, holy shit.” CJ let out a laugh. 

“One punch from this arm knocked you on your ass.” CJ flexed his arm not even looking to see if Steve was watching, he was in awe of his own size as he watched his arm.

“These lats and pecs broke your grip without even a sweat” CJ moved to flaring out his lats and causing his pecs to explode below him, completely blocking out the view of the defeated hero under them. He wished he could take a picture of the display just to witness how impressive it was. 

“One hit to these abs nearly shattered your arm.” CJ looked down at his abs as he flexed them again. Running his hands down them, feeling the power and strength held behind the wall of muscle. Past them all he could see that his massive cock was throbbing, still inches above the face of the fallen hero below him. It filled CJ with pleasure and caused his cock to send out a huge glob of precum as he flexed his muscle cock.

“And one hit from this leg showed you that you are nothing compared to me.” CJ focused on his right quad, again admiring the way it seemed to defy reality as he repeatedly flexed it. The whole time it caused his cock to bounce and throb, he could feel it hitting Steve’s face again and again as he flexed. In CJ’s mind he began to wonder if he really was a god. He defeated one of the most well known and beloved heroes without even trying.

As CJ turned back to the dazed hero the sight made him chuckle again. Steve’s jaw was open and his face was now covered in the young god’s precum, another drop had just landed on the hero’s nose, oozing down Steve’s lips. Before the hero could get a taste of the god before him, CJ thrusted his hips forward, placing the head of a massive cock on top of Steve’s face. He flexed his cock again causing a massive stream of precum to land right in the hero’s eye. The hero began to flinch but was stopped by two hands behind his head holding him in place. 

CJ began to thrust his cock up and down and grind his cock against the hero. The force of which would have caused Steve’s head to bobble up and down if he hadn’t been held in place by CJ’s strong hands, the muscle teen’s balls repeatedly smacking against his chin.

There was nothing the hero could do at this point. Steve even attempted to use his strength to stand up in hopes of an escape, but as he tensed he could feel the strength of CJ against him and knew it wasn’t worth the risk of hurting himself fighting against the young god. Instead he gave into his other desires and began running his tongue up and down the stud’s massive shaft pressed against his face.

CJ immediately let out a moan and pulled the hero from his cock. “That’s right Cap, you know your place. I’m the fucking future of the human race, you are nothing compared to me. I could snap your neck right now if I wanted, but I won’t just so you can have the opportunity to worship the man you always wished you could be.”

“CJ FUCKING Stedman” CJ screamed, it shocked Steve how it came out of nowhere. “Remember my fucking name, CJ Stedman is the one who broke Captain America.” Before the beaten hero could fathom what was happening CJ shoved his entire cock down the hero’s throat. The force and speed shocked Steve’s system as his jaw nearly snapped from being stretched to its limit. Tears ran down his face from the pain. Choking, Steve tried to pull away out of reflex, but CJ’s sheer power kept him in check. 

CJ was lost in himself and how he had completely ruined one of the world’s bravest heroes. It sent him into overdrive and like a pure animal he started to face fuck the hero with such force he thought it might drive a hole through the man’s skull, but CJ didn’t care. As his balls smacked against Steve’s chin like a jackhammer, all CJ could think about was himself. No other man came close to him. He was everything. Massive. Ripped to shreds. Stronger than anyone. And he was still growing, getting better every day. He was only eighteen and still had so much potential. The world wasn’t ready for CJ Stedman, but they would know him now.

CJ was filled with ecstasy as he worshiped himself and it sent him over the edge. His massive muscle cock exploded in the hero’s mouth, his massive load shooting straight into Steve’s stomach. CJ’s cock shot so hard and his cum was so hot it burned the hero’s insides. In his muscle crazed orgasm CJ pulled his cock out of the hero, surprised to see the man still intact, but Steve’s face was covered in blood that poured out his nose. CJ continued to shoot load after load all over Steve’s face leaving almost no inch of it clean. As his cock spewed its final shots, he smacked the hero’s face with it. Smearing the mixture of blood and semen. He then let the hero go and Steve fell to the side, having been completely knocked out by the relentless onslaught to his skull. .

CJ looked down as the last drop of his cock fell down onto the unconscious hero. It landed right on the iconic shield still attached to Steve’s suit splattering against it leaving a reddish streak. 

“Shit, you didn’t even get to use this.” CJ laughed, picking up the shield. “Don’t they say this shit is as unbreakable as you?” CJ smirked, and the rush started to hit him again causing his cock to harden. He ran his finger across the red streak his blood mixed cum left on this shield. Holding it in both hands CJ held it above his head. In one mighty swing he brought Captain America’s shield down on his now rock hard cock, snapping the vibranium infused weapon in half. With a smirk, CJ tossed the pieces onto the fallen hero, his mind already chasing thoughts of his next conquest.

“Maybe I am a god, why not go find one and see how I match up?” CJ laughed, pulled up his pants and walked out of the alley. Not even giving the limp body he left behind a second thought. 

[Suyam]

Increable

[xmrr20a]

Really, really, really great! Please continue. Something tells me you'll have a lot of people waiting for more!

[portamivia]

Hmmmmm so hot! Can’t wait for the next adventure and conquest!

[Ro20316]

This could totally become a series.

CJ going after every Hero in the Avengers team and breaking them 

[misc]

Absolutely love this! Would love to read more stories featuring CJ dominating other heroes!

[mrwaker]

Thanks everyone, it really means a lot that so many people read this, let alone liked it! I'm glad you all enjoyed it.

I was planning on 3 chapters with this and a mini epilogue, but I don't mind adding in a couple more encounters.

First things first though, let me finish up the next part. I'll be sure to share it once it's done.  

[ecr24525]

Please continue. Cant wait for more

 

[MuscleNStuff]

Same, can’t wait to see the next part!

[mrwaker]

Howdy yall, I just once again wanted to thank you all for the support. To have so many people enjoy the first thing I've ever written really fuels me to share more. That said, it's been a busy time for me lately, but I finally got around to finishing part 2. I hope you all like it.

Assgardian Conquest

CJ strolled into New Asgard with his destruction of Captain America still fresh in his mind. It reminded him of his life years ago when he had just taken up wrestling in school. It became obvious just how much he outclassed the other athletes, easily defeating his opponents, even those in heavier weight classes. It didn’t take CJ long to grow tired of the sport, finding less and less challenges as he got older. It really didn’t mean much if he could end a match in a matter of seconds. 

Looking around him, the tourist trap of a city was packed with people. All around were statues and monuments to the Norse god that had inspired the city. CJ took a moment to watch the nearby reenactment of one of the thunder god’s recent mighty victories. This was going to be a fun one.

CJ made his way to the gilded building at the apex of the city. It was a hall made in the style of Asgard that housed the seat of the hero he sought after. A place where fans on Earth eagerly await their chance to meet the storied god who watched over them. Stepping inside he found the place teeming with visitors, and a long roped line snaked its way to a golden throne where a large man sat. 

Thor Odinson looked above his subjects, meeting with each visitor one at a time. It was his duty as the new King of Asgard to make sure that the people in his realms were well cared for. 

CJ didn’t care, he just wanted to test himself yet again. Ignoring the long line CJ easily pushed his way through the crowd, knocking a few people over, but most had witnessed the commotion behind them and upon seeing the massive adonis walking toward them, jumped out the way. Where he had hid his physique during his meeting with Cap, this time CJ was already in his tank top, pitch black, to make it so his mighty rippling arms and traps stood out even more than they already did. There was no question just how much of a monster of a man CJ was just by looking at him, so of course people got out of his way.

Thor had begun to notice all the commotion in the line as CJ reached the front, stepping before the throne above the crowd. Thor looked down at the young man with a stern look.

“Surely thou can see that there is a line behind thee. Wait your turn like the rest and you too can share a moment with the Mighty Thor!” Thor bellowed, raising both of his massive arms over head. His arms easily reached 23 inches and the crowd marveled at just how incredible their god looked. He wasn’t just a massive man, Thor was mind blowingly shredded, the sight would make any man stare in awe and any foe cower in fear. Except CJ, who hadn’t moved.

Thor returned his gaze back to the man below him, his eyes finally taking in CJ’s bulging biceps and rippling deltoids. For a human, this man had a body that seemed to rival the greatest bodybuilders, and even many of his fellow human heroes. Thor was proud to see that one of his subjects put so much effort into themselves.

“I see thou are a man who honors strength and vigor! Truly inspired by my many great deeds! However I must insist that thou wait thee turn in line, many have come to wait and see me and they are just as deserving of my time as thou.”

CJ responded with a chuckle and flashed his teeth in a smile, utilizing his handsome face to feign kindness at the god above him. “I just took down one of your Avengers, Thor. Captain America fell to me and he didn’t even put up a fight. I made sure to leave my mark on him, but today I’ve come here to challenge you. I came here to test myself against a god.”

Thor was silent, simply staring at CJ with a blank look. It was then followed by a bellowing laugh from the hero, so thundering it shook the entire hall. “Thou defeated Rogers? You jest! That man is one of the greatest warriors I know! Thou are large and mighty I can see, but Rogers is in another league, I would say I am the only warrior on Midgard more mighty than he!” Thor stood up to emphasize his point and brought up his arms in a stunning double bicep pose. The sight caused some in the line to faint and many others to swoon in awe. His godly arms mimicked the peaks of Mount Everest, almost dwarfing the god’s own head by their sheer size. He expected CJ to have already taken the hint, but he looked down and saw the man was still standing there looking up at him.

CJ smirked at the god above him. “Trust me, I took down your partner and while it looks like you have some big arms man, probably even bigger than mine, I can take you down just as easily.” Mimicking the hero CJ brought his own arms up in the same pose. The godlike peaks exploded into sharply chiseled crags of muscle, a massive vein snaking across each bicep like a river. Where Thor had size, CJ had leanness. It was likely Thor was bigger than him, but looking at CJ’s densely packed arms made it clear they held immense power, he even heard gasps in the crowd behind him from the people who managed to get a glimpse of the display. CJ had never trained for vanity, he was an athlete through and through. The stunning physique just came with the territory.

Thor brought down his arms, his demeanor had changed. Where before he seemed welcoming and jovial, his mood had quickened to anger. Who would dare seek to question him here? The god walked down the steps of his throne to CJ, standing face to face with the young stud. He caught a much better view of the big man’s arms, CJ still holding the pose, and could tell they were harder than steel. But Thor was a god.

“Thou has sought to offend me in my own hall. It is not an act that can be left without punishment. If thou will not return to the end of the line, I will have to take you there myself.” Not wasting time, and to prove his point Thor placed his hands on CJ’s chest and shoved him back into the crowd. The force caused CJ to stumble a few steps backward, but he doubted this was the intention. Thor had put some strength in that shove, hoping he would fall over in embarrassment. CJ found his footing and bored his dark brown eyes into the hero’s gaze. Returning the move CJ shoved the god back toward his throne. Thor was not quite so graceful, unprepared by the sudden strength from CJ the god nearly fell over and had to catch himself on the stairs behind him.

The crowd behind CJ let out a collective gasp and began to move their way to the exit, clearly a fight was going to break out and it was not one for mortals to be around.

With the area clear of civilians Thor seized the opportunity to unleash his might. Seeking to send a message, Thor slammed his fist straight into CJ’s chest. The force sent CJ flying, the young adonis slamming into a nearby column completely toppling it as he crashed onto the ground. Dust and debris filled the room, obscuring the outcome of his wrath, and Thor worried he may have been too hard on the other man, he hoped he hadn’t killed him. 

As Thor began to step toward the wreckage the dust started to clear. Where Thor had figured the man would be knocked out cold on the floor, he was stunned to find the young man already on his feet. If not for CJ’s tattered shirt, there would have been no signs of the massive blow. Thor got his first glimpse of CJ’s mammoth pecs, hardly concealed by the last strip cloth across his chest, as if a piece of floss between the gargantuan mounds of muscle. He found himself in admiration of their meaty size and definition, and how the small shadow of chest hair seemed to give the illusion of another inch of mass.

As Thor began to contemplate just how much strength was behind those bricks of muscle, to have been able to withstand such a hefty blow, CJ saw an opportunity. CJ burst forward with such speed and such strength it was almost as he flew across the room. The move caught the bewildered god off guard and before Thor knew it CJ was already on him. Crouching just before the blow, CJ slammed his massive delt into Thor’s abdomen, spearing the god into a tackle. Thor had no time to defend and found himself being crushed onto the floor by the adonis with such momentum the two slid clear into the opposite wall.

Within seconds CJ seized the moment, straddling Thor and locking his mammoth quads across the god’s waist. He then began an unrelenting assault on the man’s head, punching Thor repeatedly. Each blow nearly sent shockwaves through the shrine as CJ’s massive beastly arm pummeled the hero. Thor couldn’t even find a moment to move his head, forced to the side by each blow that came with speed almost like a jackhammer. 

Thor began to feel desperation set in and a need to quickly turn the table, how could a young man have such might? His eyes began to flicker and the smell of ozone filled the air. Thor called on the power of the skies for aid. Lightning crashed through the room of the shrine slamming into him and CJ. The force caused the two to repel in opposite directions, Thor slamming back into the wall behind him, nearly blowing a hole clear through had it not been for the reinforced golden walls, and CJ back across the hall. 

Thor struggled as he picked himself up off the floor, he began to realize he had taken more punishment than he had thought as his head throbbed with pain from the recent onslaught. The god knew he needed to end this quickly and now was the best time as the blow surely had stunned the beast on the other side. Thor called for his hammer which still sat on the pedestal near his throne, its familiar weight falling into his grip like a glove. But as he prepared his next move something left him stunned.

CJ too, was already on his feet. Thor wondered how such a man could bounce back from his power so easily. At least this time he had left a mark on the young man, whose skin was beet red as if sunburnt. CJ’s clothes had nearly been lost, his tank top completely burned off his torso and his shorts were a smoldering mess. CJ”s massive quads looked as if they would rip through them at any moment. Every muscle in his thighs seemed pumped to the limit and veins covered nearly every inch, snaking their way up a what looked like a growing bulge under the remnants of fabric. 

As his head continued to ache Thor found himself completely baffled by what was happening. How could this kid, a young human, have such might and strength that rivaled his own? Thor was a god, and yet, this young adonis was putting up a fight with such power that it may have even rivaled Thanos, the only other being to have matched his godliness. 

Shaking his head out of his stupor Thor took the moment to toss his hammer at CJ, hoping to send the man clear through the wall and out of his hands while he found a moment of reprieve. The hammer flew across the room on a clear path to CJ’s massive chest. 

With nearly imperceivable speed, CJ twisted his torso just before the impact and the mighty Mjollnir flashed by, nearly clipping the edge of mammoth pecs and crashing through the nearby wall. The hammer didn’t miss its target, CJ had simply dodged it. The young beast turned his head back at stunned Thor and flashed his winning smile. 

CJ, again, took advantage of the bewildered god and charged at Thor. This time however Thor was prepared holding out his arms to catch the bull by the horns. CJ caught the other man’s hands, crushing against them with strength that would turn coal to diamond. The two mighty muscle beasts locked grips in a fight of pure muscle against muscle. 

As the two giants grappled, Thor realized he was drenched in sweat as he tried with all of his power to force the younger man down to his knees. But for some reason CJ just wouldn’t move. Their battle had definitely given CJ a hell of a workout, similarly dripping sweat as his arms strained against Thor’s. CJ could see the pump in his arms at his sides, he never believed they could get any bigger, and here now they nearly outmatched the god at war with him. 

The thought invigorated CJ, he was actually going toe to toe with a god, and despite the hard battle they just fought he actually stood a chance. Tapping into an unknown source of strength, CJ funneled it into his grip, his mind filling purely with the thought of the mighty god brought to his knees by his unbelievable power. 

Thor felt the sudden surge in strength in his enemy, and his eyes widened in wonder as CJ began to press on his entire being with unheard of strength. Thor couldn’t comprehend what was happening, trying everything to keep from succumbing to the raw power of the other man. But he noticed, he was starting to go down. He pushed out his massive leg in order to give himself a better foundation to push back. Thor worried his knees might buckle out from under him from the effort, but he refused to yield. Yet still Thor was inching downward.

CJ realized he was gaining the upper hand and a surge of pride and confidence flowed through him. He was actually about to beat a god. It made his cock twitch with excitement, and even among the strain from the man before him he was unfazed. He pushed Thor down farther and farther, and he saw the change in the god’s eyes. The raw intensity had turned to pure shock as his knees nearly reached the floor. 

CJ’s face changed too, this time he was grinning. He looked down at the flailing god below him, inching closer and closer to defeat. Thor simply looked up in wonderment, still trying his hardest to reverse the struggle. But as he fell he saw the man before him. CJ was so huge and pumped from their fight that the young god eclipsed him in every way now. CJ’s arms beating out Thor’s by an inch, easily, and yet they still remained completely shredded and tight. Thor envied the man’s accomplishment.

As the thought hit him, he felt his knee crash to the floor. He had been brought down by the young adonis. CJ didn’t let up, and moved to force the god’s arms down. Thor’s strength was fading from the struggle and while he tried valiantly to put up a fight his arms were quickly pinned down to his side.

CJ roared in triumph, his voice causing the remains of the hall to shake and rumble. Thor could only look up in awe, unable to move under the grip of the young god above him. As CJ continued to tap into that elation he flexed every single fiber of his body, every muscle exploded and pulsed as if sharing in his success. Thor’s jaw began to fall as he watched the last remnants of CJ’s shorts explode into nothing, incapable of holding back the beastly quads inside. CJ’s cock also sprung free, now harder than any metal and pulsating with power. The size of CJ’s cock caught Thor off guard. It seems the young man had bested him in every area.

CJ looked down his massive jutting hairy pecs and across his cobblestone abs covered in fur to see the now weak god staring up at him from behind his massive cock in bewilderment. 

“Let it be known, Thor, that I have brought down the once mighty god of Asgard.” CJ watched as Thor’s eyes glazed over. He released his grip of the god and brought his arms up and behind his head, once again flexing all of his body in a mind-bogglingly display of muscle. “Now, weakling, show your god your appreciation.”

Thor didn’t move, darting his eyes around and back at the man before him and the massive dripping cock in his face. CJ never dropped his pose and instead began swaying his hips so that his cock slapped the god in the face leaving streaks of precum all over the destroyed god. The sight of a once proud god’s head being snapped back and forth by the slap of a cock would seem comical, if not for the sheer display of strength it represented. Hoping Thor got the hint, he stopped, leaving his cock resting in front of the god’s lips.

As Thor conceded and began to open his mouth to take in CJ’s massive cock CJ stepped back. The movement caught Thor off guard and he fell forward.

“Nah, this ain’t enough.”

Thor looked up at his god in confusion to find CJ sneering down at him. CJ brought his hand up and slapped the puny god across the face with such force it caused Thor to fly into the pillar beside them, the blow leaving the pillar in rubble. CJ wasted no time and single handedly ripped the smaller god’s pants to shreds, exposing his backside. CJ grabbed Thor’s hair in a grip that could crush boulders, yanking the stunned hero up to his feet. Holding him in place with his other hand CJ plowed his cock up Thor’s rear. The god screamed in agony at being invaded, he didn’t even get a chance to resist before his insides were torn to the limit by CJ’s god level muscle cock.

Thor began to feel his feet rising up off the floor, still struggling to handle the massive meat inside him. It hit him that CJ was no longer holding him. Instead, he caught sight of their reflection in the golden wall in front of him, he could see he was being held in the air by only the young god’s cock. CJ was now holding up both his arms in a double bicep pose that would make brains explode. The sight made Thor forget the pain shooting through his body, he was stunned and dumbfounded by just how big CJ had gotten. Where Thor had championed 24” guns after their bout, CJ easily toppled 28”. A shiver went down his spine as he thought of just what the young man could truly do to him.

CJ felt Thor’s shiver through his cock. He hadn’t been watching the fallen god, but merely admiring his own physique in the reflection. The pleasure it sent through him caused him to flex his cock in response. He watched as Thor began to bounce up and down with it. 

“Holy shit, look at me. Look at what I’ve become. Fuck I’m so much bigger now, I can feel how much stronger I’ve gotten. Yet holy fuck how am I still shredded.” CJ got lost in the way his muscles rippled and danced well beyond anything he dreamed of, and a god that had taken down the strongest of opponents was helplessly dangling by just his cock. His cock.

CJ began to flex and throb his cock, stretching Thor’s hole further. Thor again began to bob and bounce on the adonis’ massive rod. CJ was getting off just by feeling the power in his cock, not even trying to fuck the demolished hero. As each flex expanded Thor’s insides repeatedly pain turned to pleasure and the once mighty god began to harden. He watched as CJ started hitting pose and after pose for himself in the reflection. Thor never once fell off the younger god’s cock. It nearly melted Thor’s brain to watch and the pleasure became too much for him. His godly cock began to fire hot cum across the hall. As Thor came it caused him to tense his muscular ass hard against CJ’s cock, just strong enough to send a massive ripple of pleasure through CJ still entranced by himself in the reflection.

CJ roared as he reached the climax, the sheer power of the first wad of cum nearly flung Thor off his cock, but he was so deep in the small god’s insides that it kept Thor in place. Thor could feel himself being flooded by the young man’s seed, shooting so hard some of it began to reach his throat. The taste of CJ in his mouth and what he had done made him shoot another massive load. 

As CJ’s orgasm began to subside the last drops of cum poured out of Thor’s ass along his cock onto the floor. With a thrust CJ flung the smaller man off his cock causing Thor to collapse on the floor, utterly spent. 

“Again, show your god your appreciation.”

This time Thor did move, he picked himself back up onto his knees and began to lick CJ’s dripping cock clean. He looked up to see that CJ was still posing for himself, and as soon as he saw CJ hit that logic defying double bicep pose once more, Thor came for a third time. This time it was too much for the spent god, once known for his virility and endurance. Thor passed out cold.