mario2007 Posted January 31 Share Posted January 31 A cult of superstrong men. Fuck. Does it get any hotter than that?! I love how the 170lbs cop easily overpowered the 450lbs bodybuilder with superior to normal strength. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crushme99 Posted January 31 Share Posted January 31 This is extremely well-written, especially the dialogue. Great job. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
porkyishly Posted February 5 Share Posted February 5 Hope we get more! Desperately need some pop action 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Broody Posted February 8 Author Share Posted February 8 On 1/30/2024 at 11:52 AM, ploder4 said: How much you want to bet one of them Steamrollers fills one of them cops with enough muscle cum they POP? I like the way your mind works. On 1/30/2024 at 2:36 PM, xmrr20a said: Simply awesome story! I love strength/domination stories where the guy is super strong but looks fit/rather than huge. Can't wait for more. Thanks bro, there will definitely be more of Garrett. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Broody Posted February 8 Author Share Posted February 8 On 1/31/2024 at 12:12 PM, mario2007 said: A cult of superstrong men. Fuck. Does it get any hotter than that?! I love how the 170lbs cop easily overpowered the 450lbs bodybuilder with superior to normal strength. I’m glad you’re excited about Steamroller, I am too! On 1/31/2024 at 4:00 PM, crushme99 said: This is extremely well-written, especially the dialogue. Great job. Well shit, man, I’m blushing On 2/5/2024 at 3:01 AM, porkyishly said: Hope we get more! Desperately need some pop action How about right now? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Broody Posted February 8 Author Share Posted February 8 POP Part 3 “Who the fuck are you?” said Detective Brick. Detective Carnitas slowly rose to his feet and stood at his full 6’6” height, hoping there was no stain noticeable on his pants. He composed himself, and shook out his enormous muscular limbs. “Fucking low blood sugar. Gotta remember to feed these big muscles when I’m hard at work on a case. Speaking of work, or the lack of it, you must be Brick, the guy who skipped out on my briefing. What was your emergency, a spin class?” The sex-crimes detective’s powerful physique was dripping with sweat and the glossy sheen highlighted the throbbing veins feeding liquid testosterone to pumped man-muscle bristling with striations. Brick scoffed. “You must be Carnitas. While you were taxing yourself trying to stand upright, I was down doing real police work on the street. Got a tip the pimp I’m after for a rape charge was gonna do a drive-by on the cop-shop. So I ran down his car, punched out the driver’s side window, yanked him out by his hair and introduced his face to the asphalt. That’s one less scumbag on the streets. What have you done in the last hour, request some files? Get your big ass stuck in a desk chair?” Carnitas swallowed as he stared at Brick's perfect proportions. His shoulders were as broad as his own, but unlike his, tapered down to a narrow waist cobbled with abs, obliques and serratus, and framed by a swole Adonis belt that dove into his black jeans. These jeans clung like skin to his sprinter’s thighs, thickly rounded calves and grapefruit-sized bulge. He was dark-haired, around Carnitas’ age at 29-30, with a high and tight fade, a classic cop push-broom mustache, a slightly caulifowered right ear and a healed over eyebrow scar that spoke of a love of a good scrap. At 6’4”, he was probably 260 lbs; all muscle and bone, not a shred of fat. That brash man-stink that had bitch-slapped the cum out of Steve’s cock continued to pummel his olfactory bulb like a speedbag. He gritted his teeth and willed his dick to extend its refractory period. “Admirable work,” Steve said. “But I gotta know you’re committed to homicide while you’re here.” Brick shrugged and reached for some paper towels to dry off. His veiny bicep flexed into a perfect ball as he blotted the back of a muscular neck as sleek and strong as a Greek column. “That was my last collar, guess I’m all yours now, Muscles.” He sniffed the full dark bush of his armpits. “You got your gym bag handy? I need to tame these pheromones before the lady cops commit sex-crimes on me, ha-ha. Spot me some Old Spice, will ya?” Carnitas walked Brick back to the case room and tossed him a towel and his deodorant out of his gym bag. “Thanks, man. I’ll catch ya later.” “Dude, it’s noon. That what they call a work-day at the SVU?” “You calling me lazy? You? Don’t make me laugh. But if you can’t manage I can tag along with whatever boy-errand’s on your schedule, if you insist.” Carnitas knew for sure he didn’t want this alpha-stud coming with him to see his contact. That would be chaos. “Chill, bro. Flint wants you to go down to the morgue and get an update from Dr Stain,” he lied. “The fuck? What, do you get all the sexy assignments?” You have no idea, Carnitas thought as he grabbed his jacket. *** Officer Carnitas grabbed the 5’10” 240 lb thug and threw him against the concrete wall. “I’ll ask you again, punk. We gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?” “I’ll never talk to you, pig. I ain’t no snitch.” “That so, chuckles? I bet I got a way to make you sing.” Carnitas growled as he ripped the thug’s t-shirt to shreds, exposing his tatted muscle-tits and washboard abs. He whipped punches into those abs with his big fists. “You hit like a girl, pig.” “Alright tough guy, let’s see how you like this.” The cop stepped forward and started to paw the thug’s hard pec bulk with his big cop hands, then pinched his gristly nips, grinding them flat against his forefingers with his meaty thumbs. “Fuck… yeah… cop… milk my titties all you want, you’re just… turning… me… on!” Carnitas could feel a bulge plump up against the underside of his own ballsack. “Yeah, bitch, your baby dick getting hard?” The thug popped open his button fly and a smelly uncut monster cock exploded out. “7 lbs 6 ounces, cocksucker. It’s a boy.” “Fuck me!” Steve gasped. “Oh I intend to, muscle-cop.” With a swinging punch the thug buried his fist wrist deep in Carnitas’ gut. He dropped to his knees, his mouth gaping like a fish. The thug grinned lewdly as he gripped the cop’s ears. “That’s it pig, open wide.” With a single powerful plunge, the thug thrust his throat-busting battering ram right past Steve’s tonsils. “Fuck yeah, muscle-pig, take that meat.” The thug’s pecs flexed into iron domes as he forcefully face-fucked the huge officer’s skull once, twice, three times, then unloaded a torrent of thick creamy spunk into his gullet. “Eat that cum, muscle-cop. Fill up that soft belly with my sticky ex-con baby-batter.” Steve’s eyes bugged out as he swallowed desperately, holding his breath for fear he’d inhale cum into his lungs. Pulling out, the thug backhanded the cop sharply, who cried out at the blistering pain. “Fucking hell, Trevor!” The thug advanced on him snarling, but then froze. “Wait Steve, is that your safe-word?” “I don’t fucking have a safe-word you asshole. I was supposed to be the rough top.” Steve shook his head to clear some of the wooziness, then awkwardly got to his feet, with the help of his apologetic contact, and sometimes lover, who worked as a nurse at the General. “Aw, man, sorry, I got a little carried away with the role play. I thought you wanted to improvise the way you reacted to my dick reveal.” “What the hell is up with that anyway?” Steve palmed the nurse’s softening cock as it deflated back to average flaccid cock size. “I know, right, isn’t it awesome? It's a new experimental Super-Viagra, code-named Piledriver. The pharmacist on the urology floor has a crush on me and gave me a sample. How do you feel? I’m supposed to tell him about any side effects.” “I’d say you can definitely tell him ‘bouts of aggression’. But what do you mean, how do I feel? I didn’t take it.” “I think there’s an interaction with athenabol. DBag chaser that I am, I unloaded already in a dude before you got here. I swear ten minutes later he looked like he’d gained twenty pounds of meat.” “Damn, get me a case of that shit.” “I thought you wanted information,” Trevor said slyly. “I do,” said Carnitas, as he flopped onto the reinforced cot in the small room and ripped open the snaps of his blue police shirt. “That was just an unexpected fee, so I think you owe me.” He rubbed his sore abs tenderly. Trevor lay down beside him and propped up on an elbow. He fingered the flimsy fasteners. “These cop shirts have snaps?” “I was 200 lbs lighter when I last wore a street uniform, kid. This is a stripper shirt.” He flexed his 28” cannons and the sleeves split open with a rip of velcro. He looked to his right and his left. “Do these look bigger to you?” “It doesn’t work quite that fast. Tell me the stripper story.” “Later, it’s your turn to spill. What did you find out.” Trevor leapt up from the cot, and landed softly on his feet like a muscular cat. He quickly opened the door to check up and down the hall of the bathhouse. The Muscle Barn was a converted warehouse that catered to the massive muscle freaks of the athenabol era, and their many admirers. Concrete floors and walls, and specially made cots were a requirement to endure the rutting thrusts of farm-animal-sized men. “Okay, the coast is clear. Don’t want any of my fellow murses reporting me for this. The dude with the blown-out bicep is named Simon Crust. The ER nurses say they never saw anything like it. There was barely anything the surgeons could do for him except sew up the empty connective tissue of the muscle. With physiotherapy he’ll be able to maybe lift a fork to feed himself, but that’ll be it.” “So he’s been sent to the rehab hospital?” “Naw, Steve, they sent him to Bedlam Psych. He’s a complete emotional wreck. Suicidal. If you ask me, he didn’t have a lot of marbles to lose. Who goes in for something like that? Makes our little scene here look like a tea party.” “Thank, Trev. That helps. Give me a couple of months to practice on a fire hydrant and maybe we can try a reverse-delivery of that baby dick.” Trevor giggled and blushed. “I always have time for you and your muscles, Steve. Just work on those abs a bit, hey? One punch?” “Goddamit, kid, I wasn’t flexing. Oh shit, I think I feel it!” Steve got up from the cot and looked in the room’s floor to ceiling mirror. He bounced his juiced-up muscle-hogs “Aw fuck, Trev I can feel it. The growth. Look at this shit.” “Goddamn that’s hot. You gotta be up to what, 63 inches?” “Fuck yeah, a chest bigger than Tom Cruise is tall.” “Aw fuck is that more velcro I hear?” This time the cop-stripper pants were failing at the seams as Steve’s glutes, quads and hammies swelled in all directions. Trevor tore the fabric off in a flash and dove face first into Steve’s humongous squatbutt. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit.” Steve’s cock throbbed as Trevor burrowed his way like a badger into his burgeoning glutes, extending a long tongue to lap at the muscle-cop’s pucker. “I feel… swole all over, tight… like my whole body’s a hard-on. Fucking hell!” Steve threw up a bicep flex that destroyed his sleeves instantly. His peaks rose higher than ever before. He extended his index fingers and could tap the skin of ‘em, tight as hell like he was rapping on a snare drum. “Aw fuck Trev.” Steve’s brain started to melt as his lover upped the intensity of the rimjob, sucking and smacking that shithole like he was tunneling a new subway. His vision went blurry and the sounds faded away, replaced by a voice that rattled Det. Carnitas to his core. “FEEL GOOD?” “Oh God!” Steve groaned. “YOU LIKE THAT, BITCH?” “Yes! God, yes!” “YOU LIKE BEING SWELLED UP LIKE A BALLOON, DON’T YOU, FAGGOT.” Arms with muscles like hot steel snaked around his back, scalding his skin. “Uhhhhh…” Steve drooled, as two rough masculine hands grabbed his huge pecs. “I’m… not… a… faggot… I’m… a… man..!” “HUH-HUH-HUH,” the voice chuckled. “SURE.” CRINK! Steve watch in horror as his huge, enormously swollen chest compressed against the pressure of those arms. The hands linked fingers. Steve felt cannonball biceps flex, collapsing his lats. He felt impossibly hard pecs dig into the topography of his big back like twin backhoes. “No!” he yelled as he saw the arms link at the wrists, then the forearms, then the elbows. “A MAN IS SOMEONE WHO CAN DO THIS.” Holding Steve’s compressed torso in with one titanically powerful arm, the other arm flexed into boulders as it gathered Steve’s legs one at a time and snapped them upwards, folding the useless limbs into the lump of cop-meat. “Help!” Steve warbled as those arms massaged and rippled, pressed and squelched, molding his failing flesh into a volleyball sized sphere. “TAKE A LOOK AT THAT MUSCLE, FAGGOT. THAT’S A MAN.” Steve was held in the palm of one hand to face the other arm of the violating perp, which flexed, peaking into a veiny, striated mass of crackling nuclear power. Steve sobbed, his tears running into the crevices of his compressed ball-body, now shrinking further into a softball, then a billard ball, than a gumball by the powerful fingers around him. With one eye left available to see, he watched as those fingers brought him to the perp’s open mouth. “Ugh!” Steve cried as he was slurped up by a strong tongue, then rolled around inside. After a few mastications by powerful jaws, he felt the tongue deform the center of his ball. Suddenly he could see again, as his whole body was blown out the perps lips as a bubble. He saw himself inflating, his body filled with air from the strong bellows of his lungs. Finally the perp plucked the wad from his lips and Steve hung floating in the air before him. “GET A GOOD LOOK, BITCH-COP” Steve’s eyes drank in the view of the most masculine body in existence. Pecs like Saturn and Jupiter, delts, biceps and triceps like rocky planets, abs like a field of asteroids. And above them all, a domineering face, bright like the sun. Steve felt he could almost see the outline of his jaw as he heard the last words from his mouth. “ENJOY YOUR POP, FAGGOT” Then the two out-stretched god-arms slammed together, clapping Steve Carnitas out of existence. … … … “Steve, wake up, wake up” “Graaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” Steve shrieked as his swollen dick exploded, cum barreling out of his dickslit, splashing all over the mirror and ricocheting back onto his pecs and face. He drew in great honking gasps as he flailed in Trevor’s arms. “Shhh. Shhh. It’s OK babe, you’re OK.” “Fuck fuck fuck.” Carnitas swore as his breathing began to slow. “Damn that was intense.” “You’re telling me. I was trying to figure out how I would explain to the ER doctors that I gave you a seizure from my rimjob. You scared me.” Trevor moved to the front of him and hugged him, burying his face in his deep pec cleft. With arms that regularly lifted super-obese patients, the strong nurse lifted Steve’s massive bulk and squeezed him tight. Steve sighed and looked in the mirror. He stared at Trevor’s muscular back, at his own extra-swollen muscles, and then at the cum on his lips. A ping of clarity sounded in his brain. “Holy shit” To Be Continued. 25 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mario2007 Posted February 8 Share Posted February 8 Another EXCELLENT chapter! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted February 9 Share Posted February 9 Carmitas has a sadist side. He loves strenght and what the killer can do. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrestlejock646 Posted February 9 Share Posted February 9 12 hours ago, Broody said: “Holy shit” To Be Continued. Holy shit is right! What a cliffhanger! I've been waiting for this update with daily check-ins. So damn worth it to come home tonight and see this aweesome new chapter . Now the wait begins again....interminable no matter how short the wait is. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wrestlejock646 Posted February 9 Share Posted February 9 16 minutes ago, Ro20316 said: Carmitas has a sadist side. He loves strenght and what the killer can do. He definitely has a bit of a masochistic affinity to go along with it too. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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