Super Orgasms

[londonboy]

I raised the two revolvers into the air – one in each hand.  Snatching them out of the two men’s grip with super speed had been fun.  They were still a little shocked by and unsure of what had happened.  Both of them looked at my face, but their gaze slowly moved down my enormous arms to my hands.  I squeezed.  The casings gave like it was soft dough and they screeched a high ear-piercing sound.  My dick throbbed at the feeling of the revolvers buckling in on themselves.  I loved how little pressure I was applying and, yet, the weapons were unable to prevent themselves from being reconfigured.  My hands demolished steel as if I were just wadding up a tissue.  The alarmed faces of the two men made it clear the revolvers were looking a little mangled . . . and just by me squeezing lightly with my big mitts.  I opened my fingers a little and adjusted the revolvers in my grip.  I then squeezed again – harder this time.  It just wasn’t a fair fight – something much stronger was flattening the guns.  I saw panic rocket into the eyes of both men – like it was finally dawning on them what was happening.  Freaking guys out with my strength was enough to make me cum, but I prevented a premature ejaculation.  The fun was just getting started.  These fellas had no idea what was amazing things were to come.  You would have thought the revolvers were made of tinfoil by the way I so easily crushed them.  God, I loved being strong . . . strong enough to make solid steel do what I wanted.  The screeching stopped because I stopped squeezing.  I brought my arms down and held out the guns – now flattened into nothing more than globs of useless junk – in my open palms.  

“Fire away, gentlemen,” I said – the teasing dripping off every word and that exciting me even more, “but I get the feeling they’re not going to work anymore.  Here, let’s make it so you have to share.”

They were too stunned to really hear anything I was saying.  I got the feeling that if they could have moved they would have pinched themselves to see if they were dreaming.  They just stared at hand-crushed steel – shocked by the deep finger grooves embedded in the clump.  Their brains were still trying to catch up with their eyes.  It just didn’t compute that someone could do such a thing.   No human could simply squeeze a pistol into something unusable.  No one had that kind of strength.  It was clear they were trying to see how a trick had been played on them.  Had their revolvers been replaced by chocolate ones?  But then, what explained the screeching sound coming from my hands?  Their confusion, coupled with the acts of strength my hands had just easily performed, was making my cock throb with so much delight I knew the show needed to continue.  I wanted to edge myself and shock these two for as long as I could.  

“I’m feeling extra strong today, fellas.  More like fucking super strong.  Here, I’ll show you what I mean,” I teased even more – forcing my throbbing meat not to explode.

I brought the two crushed solid steel blobs, which used to be revolvers, together and pushed them between my palms.  I opened the palms in a prayerful position.  I, again, held them up so my feat was even with their faces.  I wanted the guys to have a front row seat for the muscle show.  My cock was jacked-to-the-max by now, so I couldn’t have stopped my need to show off even if I had wanted to.  I pressed my hands together and the two crushed pieces of steel started compressing into one, as if I were just a kid smashing two pieces of soft clay together.  My palms moved closer to each other – ignoring the clump of steel between them.  It was so easy, but such a huge turn-on, that I could feel my dick slit spitting out some dense pre-cum.  Making metal, iron, steel, or any combination of those materials yield to my strength was so energizing . . . so freakishly and unbelievable destructive . . . I simply couldn’t help myself from getting excited.  But what intensified the pleasure to the point of leakage was watching the faces of the two men in front of me.  Their incomprehension as they watched dark steel start to seep out between my fingers because my hands were mashing it together with a force way beyond that of giant machinery created a need in me that was as powerful as my body.  It made me want more . . . more feats that would make these men quiver in fear from their shock.  My body . . . and my sexual desire . . . demanded I do more.  I pulled my hands apart and let the now full combined, flattened chunk of steel – no longer distinguishable as having been two revolvers at one point – lay in the palm of my right hand.  The two men still weren’t moving – they weren’t even inhaling – simply because they could not grasp what had just happened.  My strength was beyond their intellectual capacity.  Even their imagination couldn’t come close to conjuring my power.    

“I love playing with steel, fellas.  It’s so malleable – don’t you think?  I’m feeling fucking strong tonight, guys.  Does one of you want to pull the trigger?  That is, I guess, if you can find it,” I teased even more because I was so pumped with adrenaline.  “I’m going to keep this as a little souvenir of my abilities . . . even if that’s not okay with you guys.  You have no choice, anyway.  So . . . in case the two of you huge strapping lugs-of-men can’t figure out what comes next . . . this is the moment where you run like hell.  You know, where you actually think you can get away from me.  Go ahead.  I know you know where the door is.  I’ll even give you time to unlock it.”

Fifteen minutes ago, they had been two mastermind criminals robbing a bank at two in the morning – completely sure of their plan to walk away with millions in cash, having clearly taken into account every possible thing that could go wrong.  Everything, that is, except for the humongous, nearly naked, muscled mass, which they couldn’t have even imagined, that stood in front of them now . . . after having crushed their stainless steel Magnums with what seemed like no effort at all.  Nope, there could have been no way for them to have anticipated me punching through the wall near them – since I didn’t want to set off the alarm by ripping one of the bank’s front doors off.  Nor could they have planned on me having rounds of bullets from both guns bouncing off my hugely muscled body as if they were just annoying gnats.  I wish I could have seen their faces when my giant fist had first plowed through the thick concrete wall like a human battering ram.  I’m sure it took them a few minutes to figure out what it was.  I had waited almost a full minute for them to gaze at the huge thing poking out of the hole.  And then it certainly would have been hot watching their eyes grow bigger when said hand basically grabbed the wall and pulled a giant chunk of it away – enough to fit my enormous body, which had to up their shock level to even newer heights, through without having to destroy more of the building.  I loved how they thought their bullets were going to hurt a man that had just easily punched and ripped apart concrete.  But the sound of guns firing and the delayed sounds of bullets ricocheting everywhere as they were repelled by my hard body had been a subtle addition for my budding hard-on, so that by the time I held their guns in my own hands the thing was fully, and monstrously engorged.  Of course, the two fellas weren’t looking at my cock . . . they were too shocked by my now dust covered colossal body and the fact that I had somehow gotten their now emptied revolvers without them really knowing how.  Their aching trigger fingers, however, led them to believe I had simply pulled the weapons from their hands, but they hadn’t seem me do it.  

Somehow, even in the midst of their fear that they were seeing some kind of muscled apparition or alien from space, the two big men moved with amazing speed as soon as I had suggested that they run.  I didn’t follow . . . since I knew I didn’t have to.  When they got to the front doors of the bank, the quickest exit since I was still standing in front of the hole I had ripped out of the wall, they were going to find their huge Hummer SUV on its side blocking the doors.  If they were not totally freaked out, they were also going to be able to see that the enormous vehicle was now smashed into something that resembled a flattened sheet of metal.  I turned so I could see their reactions when they realized there was no exiting the front door, as well as comprehending the fact that I had, surely by hand, too, destroyed their enormous getaway car.  Fuck, my balls were aching from the excitement all of this was causing.  I thought about how hot it would be to slam my raging boner through the giant thick-as-shit safe door the fellas were about to crack open . . . but I knew I’d already done enough damage to the place, and that there would probably be a little more.  I also knew there were reasons for me to wait – the first being the fact that two gentlemen needed to be freaked out more by my strength.  

“Guys, you hurt my feelings wanting to leave the party so soon.  Luckily, it looks like something . . . or someone . . . has blocked your exit.  What on earth could have flattened your SUV?  Oh yeah, I think it was these massive things,” I said, raising my humongous arms into a double biceps flex, knowing the sight would actually shock the two men more than everything else that had happened to that point.

“Fucking hell,” one of them yelled as soon as my arms were tensed and up in the air.

This was more of a reaction than I could have dreamed for.  Both men were, again, completely frozen and so wide-eyed it looked like they had seen a ghost.  The enormity of my body had not fazed the two men when they had held revolvers in their hands.  That had, in their limited minds, evened the playing field.  They didn’t need to process the fact that I had just busted through solid concrete with a powerful punch or the fact that I towered over their big bodies – which were clearly more than six feet tall with each of them weighing more than two hundred and fifty pounds.  They had clearly thought it didn’t matter how big I was because there were two of them and they had fucking guns, as well!  All color was beginning to be drained from their faces by fear as their thick heads slowly began to fully comprehend my seemingly unlimited strength . . . and the fact that my flexed biceps had been the biggest they’d ever seen in their entire lives.  The shiny light-blue posers I wore – hiding nothing of the monstrous thing that was barely contained inside – reflected what little light that came in the front glass doors since they were blocked by a huge, crushed-by-my-very-own-hands Hummer.  My thick as small fridge thighs scraped together in a muscle-freak kind of way as I waddled a few steps toward the men.  The fact that I was barefoot was not lost on the two guys, who were slowly waking up to the reality that I was a muscled behemoth – much larger than anyone they had ever seen before.  The muscle between my quads pushing against each other when I moved made me remember just how thick my legs were . . . and that turned me on more.  My posers were strained by my hard-on, already, so this just added to the fabric being stretched to near bursting.  Luckily, the two men hadn’t seriously looked at my crotch, yet.  I think that shock might have made both of them pass out.  I moved toward the men slowly because I looked forward to exactly what I knew two goons like this would do in a tight situation, even after all that I had already done.  Threatened by my enormous size coming closer, they were going to opt for hand-to-hand combat and that was going to be hot as hell.  

“Why don’t you guys call 911 and turn yourselves in.  Or you could tell the operator that there’s a muscled freak busting through walls and destroying SUVs.  I’m sure they’ll believe you,” I teased, moving within striking distance.

What was it with certain kinds of men?  These two goons had seen me punch through a wall and then rip out a huge chunk of it so I could fit through.  They had seen my big hands easily crush solid steel revolvers until it oozed out like toothpaste being squeezed out a tube.  They saw what was clearly my handiwork on their demolished SUV.  And yet, despite all this, they thought it would be wise to fight me.  Of course, that’s exactly what I had hoped for.  Being turned on by my own strength enabled me to milk out enough pre-cum to equal the full-on orgasms of five or six men.  I chose to wear only posers because watching fists come to sudden and painful stops against my skin was so much better than if I were wearing clothes.  Besides, when I had a shirt on and some guy punched me, he usually though I had a steel plate or bullet-proof vest on underneath.  When I was shirtless it made the awareness that my muscle-supported skin was, indeed, rock hard.  I speedily crunched my abs when I sensed the guy on the right was going to recklessly throw a punch.  I also stuck out my jaw a little when I saw the other dude’s leg cock back for what I knew would be a high flying kick to my face.  I was actually impressed that he thought he could kick that far in the air . . . which it turns out he could.  The fist met my unyielding stomach first and, immediately, the man cried out in pain as his fist folded in on itself like a paper fan and fingers broke at the knuckles.  My abs, however, didn’t give at all.  That’s when a flying foot-supported shoe came smacking against my chin.  My neck, thicker than most men’s waist didn’t move at all.  My chin repelled the kick, easily.  I heard the crunch of an ankle and saw the jolt of a stopped leg being pushed back up into the man’s body.  I knew he’d be having a lot of hip problems later on.  The poor guy simply fell to the ground in pain, his body even more shocked than his mind by being obstructed so easily.  

“That was pointless, don’t you think, gentlemen?  Now you’ve gone and hurt yourselves.  I know you big fellas think you’re strong . . . but there is always something, or someone, that is bigger and stronger – don’t you think?  Well, in this case, there definitely is.  You’d think seeing my fist power through a thick concrete wall might have alerted you to the hardness of my body . . . but no, you fellas thought you could punch your way through all of this.  A speeding semi isn’t going to make this huge body move, guys, and it’s going to be totaled in the process.  But you two thought your weak punches would do something to me.  I find your bravery or stupidity very hot, though, fellas.  Thank goodness my posers are waterproof or you’d be seeing a huge wet stain at my crotch . . . I’ve been leaking ever since I flattened the roof of your Hummer with one open-palmed slam.  I’m surprised you guys didn’t hear the windows shattering or the metal giving in to my power – even though I carried the thing a few blocks away so you wouldn’t.  Then I simply grabbed the front of the vehicle and lifted it over my head to bang it back and forth down on the ground – shaking buildings around me.  After just a few slams to the ground that big thing was flattened.  It blocks the door perfectly now,” I said looking out at the demolished vehicle.  

I looked to my right and saw a metal gated door in front of the glass door that led to the safety deposit boxes.  I saw that the gate had bars about as thick as a tightly rolled up yoga mat and that when you closed the gate the poles extended electronically into the ceiling and floor.  I loved how safely secure the bank felt their boxes were . . . just because of some thick steel poles.   They clearly didn’t know I was dropping by or they might have left the door open . . . cause those weak things weren’t going to keep me out.  I wasn’t interested in ripping open some safety deposit boxes, though.  I was more interested in the thick steel poles of the door.  I looked down at the muscled goons – one was lying on the floor massaging his hip and twisting his foot around.  The other was hanging onto his now limp wrist and watching his hand flop back and forth.  I was pretty sure they weren’t going anywhere, so I walked over to the gate.  My huge hand easily wrapped around one of the poles near the top, but I took a few minutes to think about how the hands of the goons behind me would have only gone halfway.  I felt a gob of pre-cum the size of a lemon bubble out of the slit of my cock as I thought about what I was about to do.  I knew the sound would thrill me, tremendously, but the vision of what my hand was doing would be the best part of it.  I squeezed my hand, loving how the solid steel pole bent in from the pressure of my fingers.  Fucking up solid steel was still one of my favorite things to do . . . and it never got old.  I tugged lightly and the top of the pole and ripped it from the cement wall like it had been attached to a mighty bulldozer, which yanked it away.  At the same time, the steel brackets that went horizontal around the six poles of the gate snapped in two and I easily wrenched the entire pole towards me.  I then jerked it a little and it broke free from the floor, as well.  I now had a solid steel pole that was about seven feet long and only slightly bent from where I crushed it with my hand.  I turned back towards my two goons – who had stopped trying to take care of their injuries to gawk with shock at my latest feat of strength.  Again, they were silent and unmoving – floored by what I had just done and a lot more scared, now.

“What?  Fellas, your faces look surprised and even a little petrified.  Is that supposed to be hard or something?  It’s just a solid steel pipe bolted in a cement ceiling and floor.  What’s the big deal?  Ripping it out was easy.  And look how simple it is to bend this steel pole,” I said with a little chuckle as I held up the long piece of steel.

I knew I’d get a rush from watching their faces as my arms popped thicker when I started to make the beam of metal buckle in the middle.  There was a much louder metallic shriek this time around.  Making the huge piece of steel do my bidding was much different from crushing little revolvers.  Ripping it from the gate was one thing, but holding it even with my mighty chest and slowly making it bow like it was simply a flimsy breadstick was much more impressive.  The two guys were so entranced they had even forgotten about the pain in their bodies.  I could have simply ripped the thing apart if I had wanted to, but prolonging the squeal, tensing my muscles bigger and bigger while I acted like it was taking more strength than it was, and leaking huge amounts of pre-cum in direct proportion to the wide opening of the guys’ mouths and eyes was just too much of a thrill to pass up.  It was like intense foreplay.  I knew how god-like I looked – how unbelievable it was that I could so easily make solid, thick steel do what I wanted it to do.  These men didn’t know whether to be impressed or scared shitless.  I think it was a little of both.  I was forcing my chest to swell up monstrously, so it was even more intimidating behind the steel pole being abused so effortlessly.  When I created a right angle with the pole I stopped and then held the heavy thing in one hand – as if I were simply making balloon art.  

“You’re thinking about all the incredible power in these big guns, aren’t you, fellas?  I’m the enemy, but you can’t help being impressed with my size and my strength.  There’s part of you that wants to see more and that bothers the hell out of you, doesn’t it?  You wanted to crush the huge invader quickly and finish the job you were doing . . . but I just proved to be too much, didn’t I?  Bending thick steel makes me happy, gentlemen.  I find it very exciting to know that my hands are making something so unbreakable . . . something supposedly no man could ever manipulate so easily . . . surrender to something much more powerful.  I like bending it just because I can . . . and everyone else can’t.  I went slow to impress you, fellas, but really I can bend it easily,” I said, grabbing the big bar with my other hand and snapping it back into a long sort-of straight pole in a flash.  “Fuck, guys, look how easily it is for me to bend it back and forth.”

I was moving my arms up and down easily and the steel beam was squeaking loudly as it was force to bend this way and then that way.  I made it look like it was a piece of cake to do, but the sound made it clear that the beam would have yielded to no one else.  Each time I went up and down with my arms the eyes of the two goons got bigger and their mouths dropped open wider.  Damn, they were smitten by my power at this point.  They still couldn’t comprehend how a guy could be so big and strong, but now they were just enjoying the show.  I stopped bending and slid my hands to one of the solid ends, letting the other side bang loudly on the bank’s floor.  I then turned a little so the men could see what I was doing.  I pressed the fingers of both hands into the center of the pole – the steel giving way without me straining that much.  When I was up to my knuckles I started pulling the pole apart.  It was like string cheese that I was ripping into two pieces.  By this point my cock had made my posers so tight the seams were digging into my skin.  My forearms and biceps seemed to double in size and were now a roadmap of thick rope-sized veins.  Bending solid steel had been pretty loud, but tearing it apart was a hell-of-a-lot louder.  I watched the two men staring at my humongous arms because I knew their faces would edge me closer to release than anything.  It only registered to me that I was doing some astounding feat of strength because of their reactions, since it took no effort at all for me to peel the steel pole in two.  I knew my balls were a dark purple from holding back my orgasm while I watched two big dudes become strength junkies right before my very eyes.  

“Yeah, you see, fellas . . . it turns me on to think that you two have thought, probably for a long time, that you were stronger . . . more powerful . . . and bigger than most men.  You’d probably even gotten a little cocky – intimidating fellas at the gym, or co-workers, or just some smaller man you happened to be around.  Let’s call a spade a spade, okay, men – I bet both of you have turned into bullies just because of your size.  Well, my balls are aching big time, fellas, knowing that you’re getting a big taste of your own medicine, tonight.  That broken wrist and messed up ankle, along with the fact that you’re freaked out by my incredible strength . . . well, that just turns me on more than you can imagine.  Like a tree falling in the woods and the question about does it make a sound if no one is around to hear it . . . well, is super strength worth it if there’s no one around to be in awe of it.  If it’s only me doing incredible feats of strength I can certainly have fun doing what I know is impossible for other men . . . but it’s when those other men are staring open-mouthed and wide-eyed, like you two are, that it seems my power is really worth it.  I wish you could know what it feels like to pull apart steel.  It’s fucking great, guys,” I said, now completely in show off mode and getting so horned up I was worried about exploding.  

I now had the steel beam completely ripped in two and was jacked beyond what the two men thought was possible for a human.  I had a feeling I looked like some bodybuilder who had been morphed even beyond his already enormous size.  I figured the head of my gigantic cock had popped out of the waistline of my posers because one of the guys – the one with the hurt wrist – simply passed out.  I think, when he saw that the tip of my cock was the size of a coconut, he couldn’t take the idea that I might choose to do something to him with it, so his body shut down and he lost consciousness.  The other goon, the one with the busted ankle, was green in the face – both from being envious and scared to hell.  I held the two ripped long strips of steel in one hand and shoved my cockhead back into my posers, which actually took some effort.  I wanted to spare the conscious guy of any more worry.  I did, however, long to show him that my tool was just as powerful as the rest of me . . . but I definitely thought it would be too much for him to handle.  Making a guy pass out was fun, but causing a heart attack was not my kind of thing.  How the hell could the guy gawk at my muscles and strength if he was dead?  That’s how I saw it.  

“Sorry about that, fella.  A big man like me needs to have the meat to match, don’t you think?  Although, it can be a little distressing the first time you see that humongous thing.  Just so you know, though, it’s as strong as the rest of me,” I said, figuring out what it would do to the guy.  

The eyes of goon number two, the one still conscious, somehow got even wider than they already were at the idea that my cock was super strong.  I watched as he clenched his butt cheeks together as a natural response to the fear caused by what I said.  Then, as if he wanted to join his friend in la-la-land, he simply fell over – out like a light.  Immediately, the excitement level of showing off my strength diminished.  Sure, I was still going to have some fun, but it just wasn’t going to be the same without having shocked faces staring at me.  I walked over to the two limp bodies and stared down at the would-be bank robbers.  Their well-planned heist had gone terribly wrong and they would wonder for years why they had been foiled by some giant hulk of a man who punched through walls and condensed Hummers.  I felt the blob of metal that used to be guns snug in my posers, pushing up against my balls.  At least I’d have some jerk-off material for a while – the reactions of these two guys were stellar among the men I’d allowed to get a brief intro to my strength.  I bent down and curled one of the guys in on himself and then I wrapped one of the strips of steel around the back of the guy’s knees and his body.  I fastened a hand sized loop at the end of the strip after twisting the ends together.  I did the same with the second guy.  I was making human dumbbells, figuring I could curl the two men while looking at myself in the reflection of the windows to have a little more fun.  Before I started lifting the two men, I reached into the pocket of one of them and pulled out his phone.  I used the guy’s finger to open it and then I typed in a number.

“Um yes, I’d like to report a foiled bank robbery at the First National Bank on Fifth and Main.  Naw, there’s no rush . . . the two robbers have been subdued and are about to be curled for some reps.  Oh never mind.  Just so you know, this is a Code Humongous reporting.  Yep, that’s right.  No, they won’t be going anywhere soon, so take your time,” I said, reporting the crime.

I hung up the phone, but before I slipped it back into his pocket, I took a few pictures of my flexed biceps just to haunt him a little later on.  I then grabbed the two homemade rings and easily lifted both men in the air – each with one hand.  For the next fifteen minutes I worked out my biceps using the two men as my weights.  It was a lot more fun than I had anticipated – watching me sling around fully grown men so easily.  I heard a siren in the distance, so I went into action.  I took the guys outside and twisted the ends of the steel around a parking meter so they couldn’t escape – even though they were still out cold.  I moved the Hummer from the doorway over to the hole I had made in the wall.  I shoved the vehicle hard into the concrete until I knew it was lodged into the cement so deeply it wasn’t going anywhere without some heavy machinery . . . or my arms.  I quickly untwisted the metal from the bodies of the two men and then smashed it into a ball.  To get rid of the thing I simply tossed it to the roof of a nearby building.  I smiled at the thought of someone finding it in a few days and not being able to lift it.  The cop car pulled up just as I tapped the two guys cheeks lightly with one finger, waking them up.  

“Evening, officer,” I said smiling at the handsome uniformed man.  

“Hello there, sir.  Are you the one that called in a Code Humongous?” he asked in a deep, sexy voice.

“That would be me,” I said, still smiling.  

“These, I assume, are our would-be bank robbers,” he said, looking down at the two goons who were finally fully conscious.

“Officer . . . you have to help us. This guy is insane.  He punched through a wall, he crushed our guns in his hands, and he ripped out a steel beam and then bent it like it was nothing!  Get us away from him, please.  Yes, we were trying to rob the bank!  So, lock us up . . . lock us away so he can’t find us!  Look what he did to our Hummer!” the goon yelled pointing to the crushed vehicle slammed into the wall of the bank.  

“I’d say it’s more like you two were driving a little recklessly,” the officer replied, looking over at the car.  

“What?  How could we flatten a car and then slam its body into cement!  Officer, you gotta believe us.  He’s fucking Superman!  Get us away from him!” the guy screamed.

“Sure fellas, sure.  And I’m Thor.  You should see my hammer.  Come on, let’s get moving,” said the officer as he put handcuffs on both goons, careful to not hurt the one with the obvious busted wrist.  “So thanks you for your help, mister.  I’m assuming by your outfit that you’re not going to want to give me a name and address so we can follow up, are you?”

“I think it’s best if you just say you apprehended the two men, officer.  Let’s not drag me into anything.  I’d really appreciate it,” I said, smiling.

“Sure thing, big guy.  Again, thanks for your help,” the officer said over his shoulder as he led the two men away.  

It was a few hours later.  The cute officer was walking towards the corner of the building on his way to the detached parking structure, but he couldn’t see me.  I was hidden in an unlit entranceway to a nearby building.  When he got close and was about to go around the corner I reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt and jacket.  I yanked him off his feet, spun him around, and pushed him into the wall by pressing my body up against his.  I was fully hard and I knew he felt it.  I was breathing hard, too.  

“Thor?  Really?  I’d like to see your hammer, by the way,” I spat out softly through gritted teeth.  

“You see my hammer every night and morning . . . isn’t that enough?” he asked, pushing his ass against my hard-on.

“Hell no . . . it’s never enough.  Here, I’ve got something for you,” I said, slipping what was in my other hand into the front of his pants and underwear so it was against his hard cock.  “It’s their revolvers . . . or what’s left of them.  You should have seen their faces when I squeezed the shit out of steel guns.  My cock’s been throbbing ever since.”

“I can feel it throbbing now,” the police officer said, pressing his ass against my hardness.  “Did you really need to damage the bank so much?  And the Hummer?”

“I did it because I knew you’d be the one watching the surveillance footage,” I said, rubbing my hard-on against his ass even harder.  “I bet you have to pause it at least three times and make some quick trips to a bathroom stall at the station.  Knowing I caused you to dump a few loads makes me happy . . . very happy.”

“Those two would-be robbers kept talking about Superman and how this huge hulk of a man did things no one is able to do.  All the other officers and prisoners thought they were bat-shit crazy or high as kites.  Of course, it’s the third time this month that captured criminals have talked crazily about some huge man in his underwear…” the officer explained.

“Posers!” I corrected.

“Okay, skimpy-as-hell posers – anyway, it’s the third time people have been arrested and yammered on and on about some guy who ripped the roof off their car to snag them, held the back of their van up in the air with one hand while he flexed the other, or smashed their Hummer.  I’m not sure the disbelief is going to continue if you keep showing off,” the officer said.  

“I can’t help it, officer.  It’s the foreplay that builds up my super orgasm – which is always specifically planned for you.  Want me to take my business somewhere else?” I said, toying with him.

“There’d be consequences, big man . . . if you did that,” he responded as he moved his ass cheeks back and forth across my engorged cock, making me wish the material of his pants and my posers wasn’t there.

“Oh yeah?  What are you going to do, Captain?  Shoot me?  We both know I wouldn’t feel a thing.  Are you going to run me down with your car?  I still wouldn’t feel a thing.  Are you going to hit me up the side of my face with your police baton?  I’d snap it in two.  How about telling the entire force to take me on – I’d plow through every last man with you watching them lose to my strength.  Yeah, listen to you moan, officer.  I never thought I’d meet someone so much more into muscle power than me.  It’s like you’ve got an itch that can’t be scratched,” I pressed my entire huge body against his smaller frame and leaned my head near his so I could whisper in his ear.  

His face was turned sideways against the brick wall of the building he was compressed against.  I brought my right hand up and put the tips of my fingers against the wall –  so they were even with his gaze.  I then pushed in.  Funny thing about bricks and cement – they’re not as strong as one might think.  The power behind my hand was just too much for the wall to withstand and my fingers started to poke through it as if it were made only of cardboard.  The moans from the police officer became louder as he watched my fingers thrust into solid brick without only a slight shove.  Soon, and with very little effort, my palm was against the wall and I had dug in completely.  I squeezed the brick I had targeted and pulled – ripping it from the wall as if I were simply extracting some balled up socks from a drawer.  The sight of the gaping hole in the wall made the officer moan even louder . . . and it made me press my cock against his ass even harder.  I held the brick at eyesight and squeezed as slowly as I could.  There was a loud cracking sound and then, suddenly, the brick started to fall apart and bits and pieces dropped to the ground.  I continued to crush it into nothing but bits of sand and chunks of cement.

“What wimpy things bricks are, don’t you think?  I can crush them so easily.  It’s amazing that buildings stay standing,” I teased as my hand continued to disintegrate the brick.

“They can’t stand if you choose to bring them down,” the officer said, with so much adoration in his voice it made my heart beat faster.  “That brick had no chance in hell to last against your power.”

“Careful there, buddy.  I’m a cannon about to explode and talk like that will definitely cause a huge eruption,” I warned, as the last bits of the now completely destroyed brick fell to the ground and I wiped my dusty hand on his dark uniform, as if to remind him what an alpha I was.

“Punch through the wall completely.  I want to see what those two guys got to see this evening.  Show me how easy it is for you,” the officer ordered and begged at the same time.  

My cock jerked a few times in the crevice of his ass – like someone was trying to squeeze a giant sausage into a tiny hotdog bun.  Slobber ran down the wall from the officer’s mouth – he had been unable to prevent himself from drooling as he watched me crush the brick.  I brought a slight dust covered finger up to his mouth and he sucked on it enthusiastically for a few seconds.  I thought about how I was helping him get his daily dose of iron.  My other hand had slid into the front of his pants between his body and the wall.  I was fondling his hard cock, slowly – squeezing it tightly every now and then to tease him with some power – loving how the crushed revolvers were still there.  This caused his ass to jolt against my crotch in a very satisfying way.  I pulled my finger from his mouth and made a fist with my huge hand.  I pressed it against the wall, just above where I had so easily removed the brick.  I pushed in, slightly, and we both loved watching cracks suddenly sprout out in all directions on the wall.  

“How big a hole you want, officer?” I said, making the bricks crack and pop as the cracks got bigger.

“As big as you want, huge man,” he replied between heavy breaths – he was getting so turned on.  “Let’s not make the building fall down, though . . . that would draw a little attention, don’t you think?”

“Wise man.  I could just shove the entire thing down a few feet . . . if you wanted me to,” I offered.

“It’s connected to all the buildings on this side of the whole block,” the officer said.

“So?  That just means I’ll move the entire block over a few feet,” I replied . . . knowing he had known I could do it, but he wanted to hear me say it.  “Moving twelve or thirteen buildings for you with a little shove would be hot . . . wouldn’t it?”

“Everything you do is hot.  I want a gaping hole, though,” he answered.  “Destruction turns me on.”

There it was . . . our little sexual fetish that had united us for an eternity.  The officer and I blew our biggest wads when my monstrous arms and big body destroyed something.  Yeah, it was fun to lift something . . . or prevent a gunning car from moving with one hand . . . or toss something really heavy miles away . . . but it was when my hands crushed solid brick, bent steal, or ripped apart machinery that we both got over-the-top crazy with excitement.  It’s what gave us both super orgasms – me proving things weren’t indestructible.  Before he’d been made captain of the force he’d come upon me taking on a gang of fifty guys that had been terrorizing part of our town for a year or so.  I had read about all the crime they had been doing and just decided one night that they should be taught a lesson.  It turned out my little officer has been watching the gang for a while, too . . . trying to figure out a weakness.  It turns out I was what made them weak.  He had watched that night as I took on fifty men with weapons like a kid tossing his stuffed animals around the room.  Bullets bounced off my mostly naked body, knives bent or broke when thrust into my impenetrable skin, guys were thrown into walls yards away, and I even grabbed the blade of a roaring chainsaw to bend it and rip it from the roaring machine’s body.  He told me he came three times while watching me take care of fifty gangsters as if I were merely playing with dolls.  I saw the caked mess at his crotch to prove it, too.  There, amongst fifty unconscious men tossed in a pile, this revved up officer had ordered me to rip out a huge lamppost from the ground and bend it into something resembling a pretzel.  He made me rip apart a car with my bare hands.  If one of the guys started to stir he simply told me to thump them hard with my finger to put them to sleep again.  I was so blown away by this guy’s insatiable thirst for me showing off my strength that I obeyed his every command like I was his devoted servant.  He made me toss him in the air, higher than the buildings around us, and catch him as he came back down.  He made me rip out huge chunks of sidewalk and then crush it in my hands.  I was so turned on by his need for my strength that I edged myself the entire night – withholding my orgasm until the sun was about to come up.  After he ordered me to lift the fifty men and dump them in an empty container nearby, he had me secure the doors to the thing by wrapping the base of a parking meter I had ripped out the ground through the handles.  He said he’d have someone at the station saw it off after I carried the container across town.  Just before dawn he thanked me for giving him the night of his life.  

He then told me it was time for me to show my full power.  He walked over to me and pulled down my posers, revealing the huge thing that was already quite obvious even through the material.   He tugged on the huge thing a few times and pulled it down to watch it go slapping up against my abs again.  He then turned me toward the wall of a big warehouse on the other side of the big lot we had been playing in.  He reached over and did his best to try and grab my big balls as he instructed me to point my huge cock towards the building.  He then ordered me to cum . . . yep, he simply said the word in a commanding tone and my jacked-to-the-max cock blasted so hard it took out most of the wall.  The officer had known this would happen.  He knew the strength of my orgasms without me even telling him.  He squeezed my balls as hard as he could – me barely feeling it, but loving it anyway – until my rod was only dripping big drops of thick cum to the ground.  He took a few minutes to go over and look at the destruction my ejaculation had done – unzipping his pants and beating off in front of me as he did.  It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.  He then told me to lift him on top of the container and carry the thing to the station.  I did what he ordered without any question.  He said I also needed to put his car on top of the container so he wouldn’t have to come back for it.  The way he just knew what I was capable of . . . and how he clearly loved every second of me doing something like picking up a car . . . was so new to me – so thrilling.  He said we had to hurry because we needed the darkness to hide us.  He guided me down alleys and back roads so the only people to see us were early morning drunks that no one would believe them when they reported what they saw.  He was like a kid, kicking his feet back and forth on the side of the container as I carried it to the station.  Once I had the thing situated in the parking lot and I had returned him and his car to the ground, he ordered me to kiss him.  Ordered me!  And I obeyed!  The sun crept over the horizon just as we pulled out faces apart.  He was the most gorgeous, sexiest, hunkiest thing I had ever seen.  He groped my still-hard cock through my posers for a few seconds and then told me I’d better get going since he wasn’t sharing me with anyone else.  Those words pounded in my heart all the way home.  I had fallen head-over-heels in love with a police officer who clearly got off on strength as much as I did . . . even more, probably.  I knew I needed rest, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.  

Now we shared a huge warehouse apartment full of things that I could bend, tear apart, and lift to make him happy.  He had also taught me how to control my super orgasms so they wouldn’t always take out buildings . . . unless we wanted them to.  His thirst for my strength was endless and it didn’t matter how simple it was – twisting a giant wrench for the thousandth time or how huge – folding up a Honda Civic like it was a t-shirt that needed to be put away.  He could still make me ejaculate on command and I enjoyed making him have to wash his uniform every single day – sometimes even more than once – because I’d surprise him with some strength feat before he had time to undress.  When he had been made captain he was able to establish ‘Code Humongous’ where he was the only one to respond, since it was always me delivering criminals and showing off my strength.  We were both now living the best life ever.  

“God, I wish you could have seen me demolish that Hummer.  You would have especially loved when I ripped off the wheels with one hand,” I said, knowing it would drive him crazy.

“Punch the damn wall, big man.  Now!” he ordered, needing release in a big way.

I always did what he said.  It was just one of the most satisfying things I’d ever felt in my entire life – to follow his order . . . to please him . . . to know whatever I was doing would always make him want more.  He was so fucking addicted to my power and I was so addicted to him.  It was love – and we both knew it – but it was so much hotter to refer to it as his need for super strength and my ability to offer it.  He wasn’t ever going to tire of me showing off and I wasn’t ever going to tire of making him happy.  Shove a whole block of buildings, punch through a wall, take on an entire army of men at one time . . . all he had to do was ask, no – order me to do it and I would.  I brought my arm back and sent it flying through the bricks, easily busting out a huge hole and bringing us both super orgasms at the same time.   
 

 

[boardman]

So damn hot 

[phaeton1000]

Fantastic!!! Super strength described like this is beyond hot.   I love how much he loves his own strength.  Thanks for writing this!!

[Jtchef2]

Amazingly hot story

[portamivia]

Always love the master at work! 

[FallenAway]

I will never get tired of your stories about super-strength and its role in a romantic relationship!

[londonboy]

48 minutes ago, FallenAway said:

I will never get tired of your stories about super-strength and its role in a romantic relationship!

And I will never get tired of your kindness.  Thank you for reading what I write. 

[DawnFire98]

This whole story was a highlight. The feats of strength were awesome I loved how turned on the hero/vigilante was. 

Great story, @londonboy

[GAMuscleFan]

Amazing. Simply amazing. 

[ManOMan]

My kind of Superman. My fetish since my teenage years. Could never get enough of him. Great story!