super-powers Juggernaut ALL PARTS

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Hi everyone! When the original site closed, I thought I lost the Juggernaut series...thank goodness for Google!  All of the Juggernaut series is now posted here, and I'm currently working on continuing the series with two new chapters by April.  Hope you enjoy!

 

 

Juggernaut pt.1

Atlanta University. That is where Jamal wanted to go. He had been a fan of Atlanta’s football and now to be a student at the school was a dream come true. Jamal just graduated from high school. He had not been you typical valedictorian either. He played football, not starting, but he was still a jock. However, he maintained a perfect 4.0 GPA and had most of the top colleges giving him scholarships left and right. He had decided that he was going to major in Geological studies at Atlanta University. They had a good program and there was a chance he could study abroad in the spring if his grades were good after fall semester.

The day finally came when he stepped foot on campus. Throughout the semester, Jamal studied and studied and applied himself to his studies. Even though he was about 6 feet and 265 pounds, he was still smart and athletic. He took a basic weight training course to stay big and in shape. As much as the weight training instructor begged, Jamal would not try out for any sports. He wanted to stick to his studies. Coming from a low budget home, he had never traveled outside of the state, unless it was for a football game. He now had a chance to travel outside of the country and he was not letting a pigskin get in his way. The fall semester went by very fast and Jamal finished out with a 3.7 GPA for the semester. Turns out the weight training instructor gave Jamal a B average for refusing to join the team. Jamal was selected to go to India for the geological studying abroad program. He was elated. While he was at Atlanta University he had been approached by a lot of girls and even had a few one night stands. They thought he was a jock as big as he was. Jamal was not a fat person, but could bench 300 easily and squat 850. He was, however, a gentle giant who, when not studying could be seen playing football with his dorm buddies. Now he was in for the chance of his life.

Christmas holidays came and went and Jamal was soon boarding the plane to India. Him and 3 other students were chosen to go. Jamal was thinking of things he could do while in India other than study rocks. However, soon the plane was in India and through all the plane food and naps Jamal had arrived. The village they worked in was not as he had pictured. This village had commerce and a very nice hotel that they stayed in during the time. Their first assignment was at 5 PM and that gave Jamal 2 hours to get his gear and be at the site. At 5, they began excavation. Jamal and the others were looking for fossils from the prehistoric ages to send back to the school’s museum. While digging and scrapping Jamal found a hardened rock. It was extremely heavy so he decided to chisel it in half. The rock split after a hard hit and revealed a red crystal like rock. Apparently, magma had covered the crystal and hardened around it, preserving it for years and years. The crystal glowed a deep crimson when Jamal held it. Jamal then found an encryption on the crystal and began to read it aloud to himself. It said, “Whosoever finds this crystal of Cytorrak and recites this encantation aloud will become an unstoppable juggernaut.” The crystal began to burn Jamal’s skin. His bulging veins glowed a deep crimson in his arms and he blacked out.
Jamal found himself back at the hotel awake and nothing had changed. He attributed the blacking out his body getting used to India’s climate. Apparently, that had been good enough for everyone else. Jamal continued his study abroad until he came home in April. His friends helped him move back in the dorm and wanted to play some football outside the dorm.

Jamal never forgot the crystal, but felt much better so he went ahead. He got in his usual position of All-Time quarterback and was snapped the ball. His defense was weak, so he tucked the ball and began to run. As he ran, he felt different. His body became hot and felt heavy. He was only wearing a black tank top and some gray sweatpants. He was running when the school linebacker stepped in front of him. He wanted to stop because the linebacker was 315 pounds of solid beefy muscle. However, his legs would not let him stop. He braced for the hit but was able to easily push the linebacker out of the way and keep going. He made it to the touchdown line easily and spike the ball in victory. He was stopped because the linebacker he moved out of the way was 15 feet away from where he was hit lying prone and holding his chest. The group was gathered around the heavy guy and helped him sit up. “Damn J,” “you knocked the hell outta me.” The linebacker said. You been takin steroids in India or some shit?” Jamal shook his head but at that moment he saw why he said what he said. Jamal’s body fat had dropped drastically and muscle had replaced it. So much in fact that his sweats were skin tight and his tank was barely able to hang on. Jamal ran to the gym and stepped on the scale. He stopped at 520 pounds. He looked at himself in the mirror. His biceps bulged through the tank top. He took a hand and ripped what was left of his tank top away to reveal a massive set of pecs and a rounded stomach full of abs. He looked like he had a gut but it was all abs. His shoulders touched his ears and his back was extremely thick and wide. He ripped away his sweat pants and revealed a set of tree trunk legs and thick calves. His butt was firm and round. His dick was about 14 inches long with nuts the size of large eggs to match. He was a massive mountain. Then he thought. He had just moved a 315 pound linebacker out of his way without a strain. He then looked at all the equipment in the gym and started racking the bench press with lots of 45’s. He put 6 on each side and layed beneath the bar. Once again, his veins glowed a deep crimson and his body felt the same intensity it had felt earler. He picked up the bar and lowered it to his chest at first it was difficult, then he pumped out rep after rep. 100 reps later in increased the weight with every 45 in the gym. He beched it 50 times with ease but now noticed he was bigger. Every muscle increased in size. He went outside in his boxers saw a delivery truck for the school. He grabbed truck by the front end and felt the power surge in his body again. The truck began to rise after a while was soon over the head of Jamal. Jamal’s body had grown to accomadate the size of his muscles. He was about 9 feet tall and weighed close to 950 pounds. He was lovin the size and would test it out tomorrow. He was a juggernaut.

 

 

 

Juggernaut pt.2 
Jamal easily let the truck back down and flexed his bulging muscles. 900 pounds of muscle felt like a feather to him. His brown skin tight muscles contracted and flexed. His naked massive body in the tone of dusk. His love trail ran down to his massive cock decorated with curly black hair. Any girl would have fucked him. This was way too much power for him. Why did he have to read that incantation aloud? Why did he have to inherit this strength? He had to get some shelter and get away from public view. His first instinct was to run. So he ran, the earth trembling beneath him as he made track marks in the hard concrete. He was on the move and the veins were glowing that crimson red color again. He was unstoppable. The only way to get off campus was through the faculty parking lot. It wasn’t that full but the tennis team had a tournament and the charter buses were lined up in front of the gate. He wasn’t stopping heading dead for the buses. Jamal braced his shoulder for the impact and busted through the bus. First a body size hole through the first two. Then he began to have a feeling of power. He wanted to show his strength. He was in control. The last bus, he grabbed from underneath and began to military press it with ease. He was an unstoppable juggernaut and at that time he didn’t care. He then tossed the bus on top of the others making a double stack like those in England. He continued through the gate unchallenged. He made his way to a back alley and began picking up dumpsters and tossing them up and down like a ball of trash. Yet, his muscles still had that crimson glow. He was juggernaut. He was Cytorrak. . .NO! He was Jamal. He was still Jamal and he said to himself that Jamal was in charge and not this Cytorrak. The crimson glow subsided and his chest heaved up and down. His muscles relaxed and flexed with just a small breath. Then Jamal made a realization. He hadn’t eaten since the day he touched the crystal. For that matter, he hadn’t drank anything either. Not even so much as a sip of water or a crumb of bread had touched his lips. His human mind screamed hunger, but his body was surviving without food or water. He was self-sufficient. Still, food was food. He was still experimenting with his power. He had to test his limits. 

Apparently he was unstoppable once he started moving. That much was clear. He also possessed the strength to move mountains and if he couldn’t at that point, the crystals crimson glow would enlarge him so that he could accomplish the feat shortly. He also was self-aware. He knew exactly how much he weighed and his height. He was a force to be reckoned with. At that time though, Jamal wanted nothing more than to be human, and being human required him to eat. Just then a door in the alley opened. A man walked out. He was about 6’5” and close to 350 pounds. However, he was thickly built like a bear. He had two garbage bags in one hand and a garbage can in the other. He emptied them in the dumpster and turned around to see Jamal. Jamal could see the fear in his eyes. The large man, instead of running, came closer and saw the naked mountain of black power standing in front of him. Jamal apologized for disturbing him and asked for some food. Then his veins glowed. Jamal suddenly had the bearish man at eye level holding him and his big bulk level with one hand. Cytorrak did not ask a mere human bug for something as insipid as food , he took and destroyed who stood in his way. Jamal, however, did not, and Jamal was in control. He let the man down and apologized. This time the crimson color did not go away. The man nodded and said I haven’t closed yet. The buffet line is still open, but he recommended Jamal eat in the back room. Jamal agreed and waited for his food in the back. The trays of food placed in the buffet line were made and given to Jamal. He scarfed them down quickly and quietly only allowing the empty tray to hid the sink with a thud. Jamal grabbed some clean garbage bags and some rope and made a type of loin cloth for himself. 

None of school clothes would fit but he kept on eating. He felt like he could eat forever and ever without getting full. He noticed then that his muscles were getting bigger; more dense and massive. Everything he ate became size and power. Jamal thought, I need more. He ate until closing time and asked if the staff would feed him a little more. The bear stuck around. Jamal learned that his name was Matt. Matt was the biggest person that Jamal had seen next to him. And the fact that Matt had just ended a relationship with another bear helped Jamal a lot. Jamal sauntered into the restaurant at 1100 pounds. He called for service as if he was a customer. While waiting on Matt to bring the food. He had a vision. He was in a red place full of mountains and volcanoes erupting with the crimson lava. Then he saw a monster. It was him or a more monster like version of him. It was Cytorrak. “Mortal you have a strong will to defy me!” bellowed the beast. “Monster you are a resident in me not the other way around. I run this shit.” “Fool who do you think gave you the ability to be a juggernaut. I can take it away.” “Then take it. Then I will be free from you.” There was nothing for a moment. “Fine, human. You are a god among men now. Your heart is pure and you are not easily corrupted by power. Have your human nuances and food and sex. Your muscles will only get bigger and bigger as you enjoy them. I will grant you your sex and allow you to have this human toy for your purposes. But know this, you have a purpose to fulfill and you will fulfill it. Have your fun. I admit, I like you earthling. I like you so much that I will let you return to your life for four years. Get your earthly education. However, I am still as you say ‘your resident’ so I will continue to protect you. When you need my strength and power come back to this spot in your mind. I think 300 pounds should be a good enough guise. But have your fun tonight.” Jamal agreed just in time to feel Matt climbing his massive body with a tray of food ready to feed the mountain of hunger. Jamal was now in control, at least for four years. Matt lowered himself onto the massive dick and fed the growing Jamal. Every spoonful of food pumped the juggernaut even larger and his dick grew within Matt. Matt groaned in pain and pleasure and kept feeding Jamal. Tray after tray was poured into the juggernaut until there were no more. Jamal wanted to nut but was not even close. Matt, however, had nutted after every tray on Jamal. His curly black body hair was soaked with precum. Jamal began to pump, his massive glutes leaving cracks in the tiles and his rounded steel ab stomach flexing with every pump. But he felt full. Humanly full and fell backwards on the restaurant floor cracking the tiles in the process. Matt fell on top of him still impaled by the massive dick and in a deep slumber. Jamal had experienced a human night and having a 350 pound thick bear resting on his now 1300 pound frame felt good. It was what he was waiting for. . . And yet. . . Cytorrak now waited!

 

 

PART 3

 

Jamal had just finished telling Matt about his encounter with Cytorrak. Matt apparently believed him. It was clear Matt had never seen (or fed for that matter) anyone that gigantic in his life. It was soon the end of his freshman year and so far, Jamal was in the clear. His football buddies, however they did it, managed to attribute Jamal’s size and power to a rare disease in India. Although few people witnessed him, they were convinced that not even steroids could do that to a person, so Jamal was Jamal again and not a freak of nature. In the summertime, Matt hooked Jamal up with a job as a dishwasher. It wasn’t much it paid for the gym membership and kept him out of sight while he gorged and grew, and with Matt letting him stay in his place, the sex had never been greater. Most night were filled with leftover buffet food, a gigantic dick impaling a restaurant owner, and a 600 plus pound black semi-juggernaut loving every minute of it. Jamal frequently visited the gym. Which was two blocks away. The gym owner had been Matt’s ex, but he had been nice enough to let Jamal lift when the gym was closed to the public. Life was good and before he knew it, Jamal was a sophomore in college.

The day came when school started back and Jamal could not have been happier. He had not seen the crimson glow since his talk with Cytorrak but knew he had kept his word. His weight during the start of the day had not fluctuated from 300 pounds. Even during his eating sessions, he might reach 850 on a horny night. Even then, the crimson veins did not appear, just the monster-like ones that looked as though they would burst through the skin. Then one day fate should have 3 jocks harassing a cheerleader. The cheerleader was being pushed around and forced to her knees by the 3 jocks, each of which looked like they weighed 300 pounds each. Jamal, without thinking, ran over to the jocks and started to charge. He kept charging and until he made contact with a jock. Jamal hit the jock with full force and bumped backwards. The jock had stumbled some, but held his ground. This wasn’t right. Jamal had just stacked a bus on top of another a few months back and now he could barely move this other guy but a couple of feet. Then he remembered. He was not the juggernaut. He was a bigger version of Jamal. Even though he was bigger, he was still only Jamal.The other jocks began to get mad. Jamal was not going to run though. He wasn’t done yet. The girl turned her head and looked away. She knew that one on three were uneven odds. Nobody else was around so there were no witnesses. It was just Jamal. Jamal thought back to the place where he met Cytorrak. Once again he was in the crimson wasteland. The muscle giant was waiting. “You come seeking help human?” “Yes.” “You are getting beaten by these so called equals. I will aid you but I am curious. I want to see what this thing known as human sex is like. I want to possess you long enough to squash these insects and taste the human female cowering by the metal bench.” “Fine! Just help me not to get the shit beat outta me.” “Very well.” 

Soon the punches stopped. The jocks were backing away in horror. A not 9 foot 1100 pound Jamal rose from the ground. The biggest jock hit a dead solid punch to Jamal’s chest. The other two saw as Jamal’s chest didn’t budge. The jock’s hand shattered and he fell to the ground in pain. The other two jocks fled in fear, but Jamal was fast. He grabbed both the jocks by their collars and threw them into the bleachers. Jamal, quietly walked over to the girl who turned to see a monster coming towards her. Jamal’s sudden burst of power caused him to rip the underarmor he was wearing and the shorts were not far behind, leaving him bare chested and without shoes. The girl fell into his arms and Cytorrak picked her up easily and walked into the football team locker room. He twisted to door locked upon entering and ripped his pants off with one arm. The bulging muscles heavily outlined. However, still no crimson glow. Cytorrak was now in control and Jamal knew it. Cytorrak began to kiss her. Then he began to stroke his massive cock. She wanted it. The panties came down and Cytorrak inserted a small piece of his shaft into her. She moaned in pleasure. Then he lowered more. He looked at the clock in the room. 5:30PM. He began to fuck but Jamal gained enough control so that Cytorrak would not kill her by using full force. The fuck was sensual. Jamal gained little pleasure, but Cytorrak was livid with testosterone. He began fucking wildly and she came almost every time he inserted more of himself. He fucked her all night. Her screams of “Jay,” and “Daddy don’t stop,” only made the crimson behemoth thrust harder and harder. At 8 Am Cytorrak had stopped fucking, but not because he was tired. Jamal too, wondered, did the juggernaut ever sleep. So, he didn’t eat, drink or sleep. Whatever Cytorrak had planned bagan to worry Jamal, but he or rather Cytorrak was fuckin the shit outta of girl he just met. He didn‘t get that kind of action with his former body. He was starting to like the power. Next time, I will let Cytorrak enjoy human food. I‘m sure Matt will feed him till his hearts content. The girl was left in a concussion. A very mild concussion, but Cytorrak assured her that she would wake soon, but she would not remember who you were. But that she had the greatest fuck sesssion ever. Jamal thanked Cytorrak for his help and began to walk. But he had been heavier. “CYTORRAKKK!” “I’m sorry human, but I forgot about our deal.” Jamal as he was walking began to shrink back to his 300 lbs. Something however, was still not right. Jamal stopped at 400 pounds. “Sorry human, but we don’t want this to happen again.” Jamal agreed and went back to his dorm to recall the events of the day. His sophomore year was going to be very interesting.

 

 

PART 4

 

Jamal's junior year in college had passed by rather quickly. He wanted to try his hand at something new. He promised himself that he would keep his grades up, but just felt bored with being 400 pounds of muscle. Cytorak had kept his end of the bargain by keeping Jamal safe and allowing him live as normal of a high school life as possible. Jamal had made the weight lifting squad at school with ease the following semester and was interested to try his strength out. There was something he had to do, however. 

"CYTORAK!!" "Yes Jamal?" "I made the weightlifting team, but unless I am in real danger, do not augment me with your strength." Cytorak questioned Jamal but Jamal informed him that humans tend to be edgy on steroid usage which he had to had to Cytorak in full later. Jamal was entering the summer of his senior year and the beginning of his short weight lifting season when it dawned on him. He only had 8 months left until Cytorak would want Jamal to hold up his end of the bargain. This made Jamal worry. What did Cytorak want him to do. Would it help people or would it hurt them? Jamal had to know. Jamal made outstanding gains on the team. He broke most of the school records. It would have been all of them but he didn't want to overdo it. The time ticked down and Jamal had to make a choice. He knew that Cytorak has helped him thus far and it would be a shame to lose that help, but he didn't want to kill anybody. What to do? Matt had been great to him so far and liked that Jamal was only 50 ponds heavier than him normally. Jamal had not really had to tap into his super strength and kinda missed that surge of unstoppable raw power. He then knew what he had to do. 
Later that night, Jamal stopped playing football a little early with his classmates and went back to Matt's restaurant. He asked Matt to stand by him as he entered the crimson wasteland once more to confront Cytorak for what would hopefully be the last time. Focusing, Jamal was once again in the wasteland. Cytorak was waiting. "Now human, I have let you have your fun. You will walk tomorrow and get your 'degree', but afterwards, I will take over the world as I did 400 years ago. Give into my power and you shall rule alongside me." "Cytorak I know what I agreed but I cannot kill anyone. It's just not me. I will be your warrior, your...juggernaut, but allow me to use this amazing power to help those in need of it. Merge with me and together we can save the world and you will be regarded as a hero." "HAHAHA, puny human, do you honestly think I care about these mere mortals. You are my juggernaut. You will outlast all of these insects by millenias. Still...your human sex is delightful especially when dominating the human male. Your words may hold some merit." Cytorak then began to think. Jamal waited. He might have actually won the muscle demigod over. "If I merge with you Cytorak, you will look like me, and be able to fuck anything under the sun. You will still be unstoppable and we can accomplish so much good together." "Human, strength is the least of my power. If I merge with you then you can grow to beat any situation and fluctuate your growth as you see fit. You would draw from my power, but I would gain pleasure from your interaction with humans. I never have experienced lust before." "Cytorak what are your other powers?" "Not only will we be unstoppable human, but we'll be indestructible." "Please Cytorak, merge with me and see what we can do together."
Cytorak thought, and then Jamal was back in Matt's restaurant. Matt staring into his dark, handsome, loving crimson eyes... 
Jamal thought it was over, he was waiting for Cytorak to take control and end mankind's existence... then something happened...

Memories of a young broad boy picking on his younger brother flowed into Jamals mind. Growing pains from a family that Jamal had never known and then Cytorak entered. A juggernaut entered Jamal's mind, but Jamal still remembered everything. He was still there. He still remembered his family, his friends, Matt, but where were these other memories coming from. Space travel, astrology, logic, geometry, anatomy, history, philosophy, all traveled through Jamal's mind and yet, Jamal was still there. Jamal had stopped. "Jamal," Matt called. Cytorak looked at Matt, then closed his eyes. Then Jamal looked at Matt and embraced him in a big hug. His 17" cock between the ab gut and Matt's muscle bear frame. Jamal had merged with Cytorak. "You bout to get fucked by a monster Matt." Jamal thought back to the crimson wasteland, but it no longer existed. There was just him and power. Jamal focused and looked to see the crimson veins emerge. Grow thought Jamal and he did. His frame packed on more and more muscle until the cement tile began to crack under the pressure. Matt looked on as his juggernaut lover grew to 6'5" tall and nearly 1200 pounds of dense thick black muscle. Those crimson eyes looked back with lust and the black love pole began to ooze precum. Matt climbed the planet of muscle and began to lower himself on the shaft. Jamal looked at Matt and wanted despartely for Matt to gain about 200 lbs. Suddenly Matt began to moan, His bear body began to grow as he lowered himself more and more onto the thick shaft. He was growing too... In the back of Jamal's mind, he heard a low whisper,"We are gonna fuck the shit outta him;did we say that right, human?" Jamal smiled to himself, then him and the 550 pound Matt had the best fuck session ever for the next 48 hours. It was gonna be a good life...

***Elsewhere an elderly bald man gazed out of his window looking into the wild blue sky and in deep thought. "Ororo," he shouted. "Yes Charles," said an silky voice from an african female. "Ready the jet. We're going to Atlanta..."

 

 

Juggernuat pt.5: The Recruitment

Juggernaut pt.5: The Recruitment

<"How do we know if we can get through to him Charles?" "I don't know Ororo, but this one is not like my step-brother...this one has control." "I hope for his sake that you are correct Charles.">

Elsewhere in the city of Atlanta, bedcovers stirred as the massive bulk beneath them forced them up and down. A pair of crimson bright eyes opens and Jamal, the human juggernaut, has awakened. Jamal moved his 400 pound frame through the doorway and proceeded to take a shower. He loved the hot, steamy water run down his impenetrable body. He loved how good the lather felt on his love trail as he soaped his massively soft 13 inch rod. He stepped out of the shower, wraps a beach towel around his muscular waist and steps out onto the back of a house all to familiar to himself. The view from Matt's apartment, expescially from the back porch, looked absolutely divine. The way the crimson glow of the morning sun rose to meet the sky kinda reminded him of his own crimson eyes. It had been almost three days since he merged with Cytorak, the demigod essence of the juggernaut. Today was the day that he was going to test his new skills. At 400 pounds he had kinda just sat around Matt's apartment all day for fear of being ridiculed and mocked by passers. He didn't mind the attention, but he didn't have any type of clothes that he could wear out in public. He had grown out of them, or grown through them. Jamal thought and thought. Where could he find clothes that were big enough for him to wear? Not even the big and tall store would accomodate him. Then suddenly, he was wearing clothes. Not just any ol run a the mill clothes, but top fashion. The colors were weird though. Jamal was wearing a dusty orange tanktop that stretched over his muscular bound torso like under armour. His bottom was covered by loose fitting blue jeans and some boots. His sleeveless shirt showed the power and massive definition of his arms, which stuck out like cannons. It was very warm out today so Jamal thought nothing else more of it and was just appreciative of the fact that he now had clothes that not only fit, but looked good too.

<"Charles, Atlanta is right below us." "Excellent Ororo. Now...Logan, you are to understand that this is strictly a recruitment mission. No claws!!" "Yeah ok bub. Just make sure ol juggie keeps his ducks in a row and we won't have any problems." "We'd better not Logan or you will spend the next however many birthdays you have left with the mind of a 10 year old schoolgirl." "You can do that?">

Matt had just finished getting dressed in time to see his humongous love toy walking out of the room. Jamal hugged his lover with a lot of passion, and due to their last fuck session, Matt was huggin right back. At 550 pounds, Matt had surpassed Jamal in size. However, Matt knew that Jamal could not be hurt now, and could grow larger if he wanted to. Jamal headed out the door and down the street to try out his new size. He ducked down some alleyways and into a nearby junkyard. If he were ever going to push himself to the limit, he would do it here. Grow Jamal thought as he beefed up even more. He was now at a massive 1100 pounds of juggernaut muscle. The clothes, however, did not rip and tear, but they flattened into a conformed armor like substance. His skin could already withstand everything, why did he need armor? In addition, there were two armbands that seemed to grow larger to accomodate Jamal's growth and a helmet made out of a weird metal substance. "Oh well, I guess this is just something Cytorak cooked up," thought Jamal as he picked up the nearest cadillac body with one arm and began doing lateral raises with ease. He tried everything from punching cars to ripping them in half like phone books, to juggling them, to crushing them to pure powder. He even impaled a car with his dick and lifted it up and down for reps. The power felt awesome. But Jamal had been here before. he had achieved this size with his weight making the earth beneath him shake. He wanted to get bigger. Grow Jamal thought. This time it was a little harder, but Jamal grew still. Feeding off the energies of the Cytorak crystal, Jamal's veins glowed the fiery crimson red and enlarged to massive vascularity. The cables used in most of the equipment now dwindled in size compared to the veins on Jamal's arms and chest. 1500 pounds, 1750 pounds. Jamal kept pushing himself farther and farther up the muscle pound scale. Matt just then entered the junkyard to find that his 6'4" 1900 pound lover was still growing. Jamal kept forcing the growth knowing that he would still be mobile and not be hurt by the pressure of the super dense muscle on his body. He really had to focus because his growth now was forcing him to grow taller. Jamal was now 6'8 and 2550 pounds. He decided then it was time to stop. He locked that as his weight and looked around to see what he could lift. Jamal, despite all of his juggernaut powers had broken a good sweat and now everything in the junkyard felt like feathers to him. He took a long pole and 26 buses and impaled 13 on each side to make the benchpress bar of buses. Jamal lifted the bar over his head grunting as him did so. The power in his crimson colored veins just pulsating with raw might and energy. Jamal had been pushing him limits all day and though he did not feel physical fatigue, his human mind had had enough. In a matter of moments, Jamal thought again and was encompassed by a crimson glow. His nearly 2600 pound massive mountain physique slowly shrank back down to the normal 400 pound one. The armor which had encompassed so much of Jamal's musclegrowth was once again fashionable clothing and the helmet and armbands disappeared into crimson smoke. Jamal was as he was and his ebony skin had returned to normal with no sign of the crimson veins. Suddenly out from behind a pile of scrap, rolled a man in a wheelchair. He was accompanied by a silver haired african woman and a scruffy rugged fellow who was smoking a cigar and gazing intently at Jamal's physique. "Hello Jamal. My name is Charles Xavier. I am the dean of Xavier Academy for the Gifted and these are my colleagues, Ororo and Logan. We think you would be a great addition to our school. We could teach you to hone your skills and make them more suitable than for just lifting junk." Jamal thought hard. <The last time he left Atlanta for some kind of adventure he ended up meeting Cytorak. Who the fuck knows what he could encounter elsewhere. But then again, Atlanta was getting old and boring. Maybe this could be a good idea. They said they can help me with my abilities. That's a lot of power to control.> Jamal you are not the only one with great power. Jamal jumped. Somehow the old man had spoken to him in his head. Then another voice, much more familiar, spoke into Jamal's head. Go ahead and join him. I can give Matt some sort of ability so that he can go too. Who knows it could be fun... Jamal thought about then agreed, of course if Matt could come along. Him and Matt went back to the apartment to gather somethings and would meet them in the morning...

<"That was too easy Charles." "Relax Logan, I'm sure it will go smoothly, if you let it.">

<"That was too easy Cain. The boy is going to be right under Charles' nose now. Now we can exact our revenge for all the times he has foiled us." "I know. Did you see the way the boy tapped into your power like that? I've never seen a juggernaut that large. I could barely hit 1000 punds. This bloke almost hits 3000." "Yes, I know. He has a strong will, but with that size and power, not even the great Professor X will be able to stop us.">

To be continued...

 

 

 

PART SIX

 

 

Part 6: Orientation at the Xavier Academy

 

 

 

Jamal stood in front of the massive oak doors that belonged to Xavier’s institute. The building was guised under a school for gifted students. However, Jamal knew that inside were some of the most powerful mutants in the world, including the headmaster. Go on in Jamal. You might need to talk with professor Xavier about your…new cirriculum. “I will do this my way. Hold on a second.” Jamal walked up and down the halls. It looked normal enough but that’s when he saw him. He was every bit as built as Jamal was. Slightly taller and bursting out of with dress shirt with blue furry muscle. The blue colored man-beast walked up to Jamal, his muscles sauntering and flexing along the way and extended a paw to the Juggernaut. “Hello. You must be Jamal. My name is Hank McCoy.” “Pleasure to meet you. Dude, where do you work out? You’re a beast!!!” “Well, beast is relative. This power is part of my mutant ability.” Jamal felt his manhood slightly tense up and the beast must have taken notice. Jamal thought he could see him flex one of his meaty pecs at him. “Maybe we can discuss my theory on mutant evolution in my lab sometime. Bring some old clothes though, I might put you to work.” Jamal nodded and walked away. At 400 lbs. of muscle, without him using the Cytorrak crystal, the Beast was every bit as large as Jamal was. Things were turning out to be interesting at this academy after all. As Jamal strolled through the hallways he saw the abilities granted to those at his new home. Telekinesis, weather control, plasma blasts, multiplication, super speed, and even teleportation. All of these things made Jamal feel less like a freak and he still noticed that he had not checked into his new room. The room looked like a normal dorm room. There was some nice headroom and Jamal figured out that the bed had been specially reinforced to hold him. Everything was perfect. Now he needed to talk with Cytorrak. Cytorrak. I need to talk with you. Cytorrak… Jamal then heard a voice that was not like former symbiote. Cytorrak is gone. Only Marko remains. You got me into this mansion and I’m gonna tear it down brick by brick! Jamal noticed that he was now dressed in his juggernaut armor, as well as Marko. They would have to fight until one of them was no longer able to continue. Jamal was nervous. Marko had after all been a juggernaut way longer than him. But he pressed on. Blow after blow was struck as the two massive piles of muscle collided. Cain seemed to be able to harness more power, but Jamal stayed vigilant and kept on the attack. Cain at one point forced Marko down to his knees. “Just what I thought, still a lapdog.”Jamal you must fight him. It was Xavier. Jamal focused on the power of the crystal and commanded its power. Then he grew. He whole body exploded with even more muscle growth. Jamal was pushing 900 lbs. when Cain threw a hard right into his abs. The abs stayed firm and Cain let out a shriek of pain. Jamal knew who was now in charge and hoisted Cain above him. Red energies began to flow from Cain into Jamal. As the black ex-college boy-turned juggernaut kept growing larger, Cain grew smaller and weaker. This, Jamal had figured must have been his original form before meeting Cytorrak. After sapping all of the red energy he dropped Cain to the ground and stood above him a massive 2800 lbs. of massive impenetrable muscle. Cain looked up at his conqueror in defeat and shame. “Please let me pleasure a real juggernaut before I die.” Jamal realized that Cain was not lasting very long is this crimson barren earth environment. The power of the crystal must have sustained him and now that Jamal had it all, Cain would soon perish. Jamal realized that what were his clothes were now shreds. His massive black cock stood a whopping 23 inches long and 8 inches around. Cain mustered his last bit of strength and got to his knees, taking the cock into his weakened mouth. He sucked until he heard Jamal moan in pleasure. Jamal flexed his cock up and down lifting Cain off the ground as it moved. He looked at his tank like body and began to flex his gargantuan muscles. “Yes Cain, suck that black monster!” Cain had to stop a little past the head but made it work. Jamal began to moan in pleasure. He was being serviced like never before. His muscles began to pump and swell even more with his increased testosterone. Then he came into Cain’s mouth. Gallon after gallon of cum forced its way into Cain Marko’s insides. Then, Cain stopped moving. Jamals massive amounts of cum were running out of his eyes and ears. His body had been flooded in Jamal’s massive nut. Jamal stood over his fallen predecessor and finally knew. He was now THE Juggernaut and the power of the crystal was now his. After leaving his crimson realm, he was back at the institute. He appeared back in his room still at his mammoth proportions. Shrinking himself down to a cool 600 lbs. he wondered if Beast could help find some new clothes. As he threw his bed spread around his body he walked down to Beast’s laboratory. He was going to like it here at the Academy. 

 

 

PART 7a:

 

Juggernaut pt. 7: Getting to know your teammates!

Jamal, after having finally removed Cain Marko from his muscled persona known as the juggernaut, just appeared back in his room in “Xavier’s School for Gifted Students” weighing a whopping 600 pounds. Jamal looked in his mirror and noticed how much more manly he looked than the recent college grad he was several months ago. His black chest hair had thickened and his muscles looked more and more dense. He also noticed that his eyes and his hair had taken on a crimson color, yet the veins no longer glowed when he grew. The power was now becoming fully integrated into his being and it was his to control. Jamal plopped on the bed. Here he was at this new school and had no friends here at all. What was even worse, there was no cheerleaders or restaurant owners to fuck. He decided to walk around and check out his surroundings. Maybe then he would get some leads in the right direction. First, though, Beast had asked for his help in the lab. He would handle this first and then take the tour later.

Jamal headed down a flight of steps, through some corridors on the east wing of the school to find the lab occupied by Beast. Jamal could see where he got his name. In addition to the blue fur and animalistic features, Beast was exactly that; a beast. He weighed around 600 pounds, but was extremely agile and fast for someone with his physique. His lab coat, Jamal noticed, was big enough to cover a family car. The muscles bulged underneath the coat. His pecs rippled and flexed automatically as he went from one side of the lab to the other carrying with the utmost care a beaker of some type of greenish fluid. Jamal knocked on the door and saw the man-animal motion for him to come in. “Jamal, hi there. I’m Hank McCoy. I hope its not too much but I needed your help in lifting this reactor barrel and placing it in this machine. The barrel weighs the same amount as a hummer and I can’t lift that much alone.” “No sweat Mr. McCoy.” Jamal focused on his power and began to expand with more muscle. Beast watched with interesting intent as the black titan continued to grow and grow. Jamal looked and saw somewhat of a decent tent in the Beast’s slacks, but the man-animal moved the lab coat to try to hide it. Jamal walked over to the reactor barrel with a slight grin on his face. He now weighed about 1400 lbs. of solid muscle. Grabbing the barrel with one hand he easily picked it up, making sure to flex his 40” bicep in Beast’s face. After securing the barrel in the machine, Jamal turned back to the Beast. His coat could do nothing to hide the gigantic tent in his slacks now. Jamal gazed into those eyes and wrapped his massive arms around him. He felt the Beast in his mouth and all those animal-like teeth as their tongues wrestled each other for supremacy. Jamal held the Beast off the ground with one arm and ripped his lab coat and slack off with the other, leaving a massively muscled mutant with a 14” pole in his grasp. Beast began to moan as Jamal licked his furry body. From his furred chest to his armpits, the Beast was being pleasured like he never had before. Jamal’s powerful body overwhelmed the Beast completely. “You like what you see Hank?” “Yes Jamal. More, please don’t stop!” Jamal inserted his dick into Beast. The 600 lb. mutant frame was impaled by the mammoth tool. In and out, Jamal plowed Beast until the 600 lb. mutant could take no more. Shots and shots of cum flew onto Jamal’s thick and hairy chest and on his abs and biceps. “Lick it off!” Jamal commanded and the Beast took his thick long tongue and caressed every inch of Jamal’s muscular upper body. “Ummm yes that feels good Hank,” as the Beast fondled Jamal’s hard nipple. Jamal fucked and fucked his dick going in and out of the Beast. “Unnnnnggghhhhh!!” Jamal came inside of the Beast. Warm cum filled the Beast’s insides and Jamal, slowly, removed him from his tool. Beast turned off the lights in the lab and Jamal, with Beast lying on top, fell asleep on the floor. Jamal dreamed of what his other teammates were gonna be like…
To be continued…

 

 

 

Part 7b:

Juggernaut pt. 7

It had been many months since Jamal had bested Cain in his struggle to obtain complete control over the power of Cytorrak. The young, black, ex-football player was really starting to fit in at the academy. Just days ago he was finishing up his studies in political science from Hank McCoy, who works for the US Government as a mutant ambassador. Afterwards he had a massive workout with an exchange student from Russia who turns out to be almost as strong as Jamal, but only when he covers his skin in an impenetrable metal. Being a human juggernaut was all in the days work, but Jamal felt something was still missing. He wanted a job. He knew he was still huge…even at constant practice he could only get down to 475 lbs. and still remain comfortable. He thought maybe a construction worker, or a bouncer at the local night club would be best. 

The next day he went and asked the Professor about getting a job. When Jamal walked in the office, the professor looked as if he already knew what Jamal had on his mind. His comforting smile made Jamal’s question a little easier to ask. “Professor, you said that you want to teach us how to blend in with society, and I wanted to know if I could get a job outside the school…just to feel…you know…normal?” Xavier looked at the 6 foot 4 inch tall massive youth and couldn’t bring himself to say no. Something about him reminded him of a family that he never got the chance to have. “Sure”, said Xavier. Jamal leapt for joy and went to the nearest computer for the classifieds. Be careful though my student, for the world is not as joyous as you may believe. Jamal knew the professor had just sent him a telepathic message. He turned back to Xavier and nodded, acknowledging that he understood.

Jamal searched high and low…everything from working at a car garage to retail stores he looked for everything. Finally he settled in on Walmart. Stockers were in high demand, and with Jamal’s heavy lifting capabilities, he was a shoe in for the job. He went and told Logan about the gig. He seemed not to care but congratulated him on the job anyway. Jamal had made the assumption that Logan had just gotten out of the danger room. He noticed the extreme pump of Logan’s frame. Muscle after muscle was glistening on Logan’s torso, his knuckles a fiery red from where his hands would heal after retracting the adamantium claws during battle. Although Logan looked as if he were 235 lbs. of trained muscle, he actually weighed over 300lbs. due to the adamantium grafted to his frame. Jamal wondered what it would be like to fuck him full out. Since having his juggernaut abilities he has always had to watch his sex life, keeping his strength at a minimum else he may injure someone. Even the Russian and Beast could only take so much…maybe Jamal at 700 lbs., but Logan could heal. The possibilities were endless. Plus, the Cytorrak crystal properties allowed Jamal to heal when injured as well…the possibilities were endless. So he asked…

“Mr. Logan.” 
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever considered fucking…a guy?”
“WHAT??!!”
“Don’t take it the wrong way, but I think you’re hot and I can never go full out on anyone because I may hurt them or worse…you may be the only one that I use my full power on. You might enjoy it too…”

Logan looked at the kid…he thought about the days long ago when he longed for a relationship but was afraid he may accidentally trigger his claws due to a sudden flashback or rage. He knew he couldn’t hurt this kid, and he still had this pump. But they needed a place where Jamal could unleash his true power without crumpling the mansion. Logan knew just the place…

The blackbird was among the finest jets in the world. Able to achieve speeds beyond the mach level Jamal and Logan found themselves in the wilderness of Canada in no time flat. The huge trees and peaceful streams and rivers was calming to the both of them. Jamal had worn a black wifebeater and his black X-Men tights…which were the only garment that would stretch to…fit him. Logan had a flannel shirt and blue jeans with the sleeves on the shirt rolled slightly to his elbows. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a muscular chest covered in hair and a eight pack of abs. “Ready?” Jamal asked. “Yeah, yeah…get on with it.” Logan tried to sound tough but was itching at the chance to go all out with this kid. Jamal focused for a minute and then his eyes glowed the familiar shade of crimson. Mentally, Jamal was tearing down the barriers that allowed him to subdue the majority of his mass, allowing the powers of Cytorrak to course throughout his body. Letting out a massive roar, Jamal stared at Logan through lusting crimson eyes as pounds of muscle added onto his already massive black frame. Arms grew from 28” to a whopping 46” of pure defined muscle. His thick tree trunk legs ballooned out with massive thighs at 49” and calves at 35” of rock hard muscle. Jamal stopped at 1200lbs., but Logan saw through the kid. Even at 6’8” Jamal was still readable. Logan knew his charts in the danger room and walked up to Jamal’s big dick. “Don’t hold back, you can’t hurt me…” This was all Jamal needed, and again he began to balloon. His shoulders and chest stacked with power. His abs grew to the size of large cobblestones. Jamal was now reaching 1700lbs. of black juggernaut power. He flexed his massive quads and burst from his tights revealing his 28” dick. 9” around Logan starting oozing precum at the sight of the monster before him. 

Jamal suddenly snatched away Logan’s clothes with a quick jerk and easily lifted the 300 lb. adamantium laced mutant up to eye level and gave him the largest kiss. Both mutants naked in the Canadian forest. Logan looked at Jamal’s big dick and then back into the eyes of the mutant. He fell to the ground and began servicing Jamal’s big dick. Jamal begin to buck his hips as inch after inch went in and out of Logan’s wet mouth. Logan felt his esophagus bleed from the pressure and pain, but then felt it subside as his healing abilities kicked in. After hours of being face-fucked, Jamal laid down on the forest floor. Bringing Logan to his chest, Logan began to work his nipples. At this size Jamal’s nipples were the size of jawbreakers. Logan fondled and bit at the massive chest to the tunes of Jamal’s moaning. He had never been serviced at full size before. Jamal flexed his pec and Logan was not ready for the jolt…and separated a disc in his neck from the sudden jerk. However, things were soon set right as the disc repaired itself and Logan continued pleasuring his black juggernaut. Jamal grew impatient now. Logan was teasing Jamal and savoring every moment. The black juggernaut’s dick was now full mast and oozing pre cum into the crack of the Wolverine. Jamal was lubing the healing mutant for the ride of his life. Slowly he entered Logan. Logan howled in pain…and pleasure as Jamal forced inch after inch into the mutant until 17 inches had been inside Wolverine. Logan began to buck up and down on the massive tool and Jamal began to buck in rhythm. But the black juggernaut wanted more. Sitting up, he jammed Logan down further until the entire shaft was coursing through the mutant. Logan howled once again and claws flared from his hands to try and ward off the pain. However, it was no use…Jamal would not be denied his prize. Logan jabbed his claws into one of the massive black pecs, but the density of the muscle just barely allowed Logan to pierce the skin. Jamal fucked the mutant with all his might and power; the very ground trembling with every thrust until Logan collapsed on the juggernaut’s chest with eyes glazed over with a look of pure lust. 

Hours and Hours went by and Jamal continued to pound and pound…he would feel the blood trickling down the shaft, but then stop due to the healing factors. Wolverine ass continued to stretch to fit the massive dick. He almost passed out several times but his healing abilities kept him in the fight. “Don’t stop, please.” Logan couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was riding the dick of his life. His 24” arms pounded in futility on the rock hard cobblestones that were Jamal’s abs. Jamal showed no signs of slowing down…no sign of stopping. He was a machine and Logan was the only man in the world who could satisfy him. Jamal moaned at his mutant lover. He took his large hand and slapped the ass of Wolverine who bruised at that point and cried in pain. The bruise quickly subsided, but red was still there from where the skin was tender. Then, Logan felt it…he shot his massive load all over Jamal’s abs. Jamal scooped the cum between his massive, meaty fingers, and licked them clean. “Please big daddy more…” Wolverine was asking for punishment… and the juggernaut was happy to oblige. Jamal grew yet again inside Logan pushing 2300 lbs. Logan was in pure bliss. 

Finally, after what seemed like days, Jamal pulled out of Logan and stood him up against a tree. Logan had lost all feeling in his body and it was taking an unusually long time for his healing factor to restore his motor skills. Jamal shot his massive load. Torrent after torrent of cum covered Logan from head to toe until he looked like a glob on the trunk of a tree. His hairy chest lined with the cum from the juggernaut. Jamal looked at his lover and said “Thank you. That was amazing.” Logan couldn’t believe the monster he just fucked and nodded in agreement. The last thing he remembered was collapsing into the arms of his juggernaut, as Jamal wrapped his massive arms around him and went to sleep on the forest floor.

 

PART 8

 

Juggernaut pt. 8

Out in the Canadian wilderness, Logan was regaining consciousness thanks to his healing factor. Despite his lifespan and living through countless wars, Logan had never experienced pain and bliss like this. His hole was still stretched from the pounding he received from Jamal. How had this kid tamed the crimson menace Cytorrak? Logan, better known to his enemies as Wolverine, had tackled Juggernaut before, but in an evil way. But there was something different about this Avatar…the kid was in control. And Logan liked it. 

His bare naked body covered in snow, Logan was all too familiar with the icy climate of the Canadian tundra. He also noticed that he seemed to be lying on some type of mound…one that kept rising and falling as if it were breathing. Logan wiped away the snow to reveal a pair of ebony pecs that stretched as far as a Hummer, leading to a set of abs that looked like cobblestone from a historic downtown scene. On top of a now 3450lb. mass of juggernaut, Logan now observed two crimson eyes and a bright smile looking at him. The kid had not slept. He had no need to sleep. He had laid there under Logan waiting for him to recover. Logan had a spare suit in the Blackbird and went to recover it to shield his naked body.

As Logan dressed, Jamal surveyed the gruffy looking mutant before him, he flashbacked right to that moment when not even the great Wolverine could hold on, and blacked out due to the sheer power of Jamal’s sex drive. At far glance, Jamal could have sworn Logan was bigger than before. He then focused his crimson energies and noticed that he, although unintentionally, had grown Logan just as Cytorrak had grown his friend Matt. Logan now weighed 475lbs. rugged glistening muscle. The drastic muscle growth is probably what delayed Logan’s healing process. Even after Logan emerged in his spare suit he could physically notice the change. The X-suit drastically expanded over the Canadian’s larger frame…seemingly outlining every pumped muscle. Jamal decided that he would let Beast investigate this, as it was Logan’s healing factor that prolonged his life. He didn’t want to jeopardize that. Suddenly, Jamal could hear birds flying overhead…there was a storm coming. But, there was no rain to be sensed. There was lightning and thunder…and without warning, an object crashed to the snow covered ground with a deep thud.

Jamal went over to investigate the large crater left in the ground. He thought only he was capable of creating something that large. He heard the familiar sound of exposed adamantium as Logan followed closely…claws ready. Focusing his energy, the familiar armor began to emerge and cover Jamal. He decided that he could do without the helmet, as he might need all his line of vision in order to deal with whatever made that huge crater. Ever since Jamal defeated Cytorrak for exclusive right to Juggernaut power, he had been able to shape the armor as needed. It was more streamline…not as bulky, and very skin fitting revealing every bit of muscular power. Although Logan knew he outweighed the onyx beast by 25lbs., he knew that at a thought, the tides could drastically turn. Whatever was in that crater, he didn’t like it, and looked forward to using his new bulk in battle. Cautiously they approached the large crate. 

The object seemed mostly made of some type of metal…old leather wrapped the handle tightly with inscriptions carved into the surface. It looked as though it was perfectly made; every angle perfect. Not a single flaw. At first glance, it looked as though the hammer was comprised of silver. Jamal used his crimson powered senses. It wasn’t silver, titanium, adamantium, vibranium, or any known element on Earth. It was like no hammer Jamal had seen. 

Suddenly, there was a crash of lightning and a being appeared before them…clad in robes that looked as if they were borrowed from Norse mythology…long flowing blond hair. But Jamal, even after he had shrunk back to the 450lb. norm, had noticed the size of the man. He weighed every bit as much as Jamal and taller! A handsome square chin and a smile that brighten even the darkest of taverns. At that point, the being looked down at Jamal and Logan with a look of neutrality. He didn’t seem hostile, but he wasn’t exactly pleasant. Figuring he was a visitor from another realm, and seeing as he had appeared precisely where the hammer fell, Jamal thought he would make the first gesture. He bent down and wrapped his large hand around the leather bound hammer. Logan tried to mouth the word “stop”…but it was too late, as the ebony juggernaut lifted the small hammer with ease. With the most innocent of looks, Jamal said to the man “Is this your hammer?”…

 

 

PART 9

 

Juggernaut pt. 9 - A Tale of Two Brothers

The hammer rested ever so gently in the large hand of Jamal. The blond giant clad in Norse armor took one look at the Juggernaut and the Wolverine…and smiled. “You my onyx friend, have a good heart,” bellowed the god-like being. “I am Thor Odinson of Asgard. Who are you? You do not look as puny as normal humans.” Jamal answered with his name, and then introduced Logan. “Why are you here Thor?” Jamal asked. Thor thus explained his story:

My father’s palace was invaded today by Frost giants, led by my brother Loki…he’s adopted. While my father was placed in the Odin-sleep, a slumber that replenishes his life force, and thus leaves our palace weakened. I managed to defeat my brother and his army, but not before he used magic to banish me from Asgard for three earth days. I am stuck in this realm and cannot return until the sun sets on the third day. By then, I do not know how much of Asgard will have been compromised. My friends and allies will fight on so I am not worried. It will take Loki another week before he attacks Asgard again. Meanwhile, I fear he will try to attack Midgard next. With my allies stuck in Asgard, and me alone here, I think it only a matter of time before he sets out to conquer your world. I asked Mjonir to guide me to a source of energy strong enough to help me protect Midgard, and it seems…ebony giant, that it has chosen you.

Jamal was awestruck…just moments ago, he had the sexual experience of his life, and now he was asked to accompany this titan on a mission to protect the earth. “Has Loki attacked yet”? “No, but it is only a matter of time…I know he is planning something,” Thor responded. “Well we will have to wait for Loki’s plan,” Jamal said. “Until then, we need to find back up. Wolverine, take the blackbird back to the mansion and let Prof. X know about our encounter. I will head to find help elsewhere. I read about some people who can help us out.” “And what would I do?” Thor asked. “You and your hammer can detect Loki’s energies. Keep a lookout for him, and alert us when you discover his plan…until then, try and blend in with the public”. Thor’s asgardian hammer suddenly turned into a pair of denim jeans, and button down denim shirt with construction work boots to match. Mjonir formed into a leather watch fitting snuggly around the wrist. “I was referred to as Donald Blake in another lifetime. I think that name will work now,” the now slightly smaller and normal looking Asgardian spoke. 

Wolverine was already preparing for liftoff. “Hey, Thor. Can that hammer transport me to New York?”. The watch flashed, and in an instant, Jamal found himself in Times Square. Ducking into alleys, and around corners he came upon a busted up gym located off the beaten path. There seemed to be only one person in there, and that was the person he needed. Jamal walked into the gym and noticed another black stud pushing iron around as if it weighed nothing. Clad in a yellow hoodie and some loose fitting black jeans, the behemoth benched what had to be industrial made bars with weights equaling that of small vehicles. Sweat drenched his coffee brown skin and little more facial hair that a goatee and mustache. His bald head glistened in the hot gym, and he looked to weigh every bit as Jamal, but a bit more dense in muscle tissue. “Can I help you?” the big man asked. “Yeah”, Jamal answered… “I’m just here to workout.” The big man looked at Jamal. “Kid, you look like you been liftin’, and you might be on that steroid shit, but this ain’t your standard college gym.” Jamal ignored the laugh from the ebony titan, and took a further look. What he thought were 45lb. plates actually weighed 200lbs. each. The bars each weighed 175lbs. Everything had been upped in weight and size to give this man a workout. Jamal looked at the brute. He looked aged, like in his early 40s, but built like a brick shithouse. “I still want to workout with you. Anything you lift, I want to work in on,” Jamal blurted out. “Kid if you can workout with me like that, then I’ll fuck the Hulk,” the big man laughed out loud again. “And what’s your name Hercules?”, joked the brute. “Jamal, and yours?” “The name is Luke…Luke Cage.” The nerve of this kid. Cage had seen big, but normal strength (even at that size) wasn’t shit compared to his. Cage had volunteered to receive superpowers in order to make some extra dough and for protection during racial times. The serum he received pushed his weight to well over 450lbs., increased his strength to superhuman levels, and made his skin nearly indestructible. He had done some brief missions under the alias “Powerman”, but that was all behind him. His girl, Jessica, left him and he pounded away his woes in the custom built gym. Jamal felt a stir. He wanted to be challenged. He saw Cage as a potential training partner. Usually Colossus would work out with him, but seeing as how he always had to maintain his other form to lift, it was pretty limited. But Cage…Cage was filled out in all the right places, and Jamal had ideas for this one.

“So Jamal, let’s start with the bench.” Jamal had willed his armor to transform into workout clothes prior to coming into the gym. He was fueled by the power of Cytorrak. He would show Cage power…and then Cage would get his fuck by the Hulk… just not the green type. Jamal lowered himself under the bar. With four plates on each side, the weight was 1775lbs. Jamal hoisted the bar, much to Luke’s surprise and began pumping out reps. The weight was light and Jamal knew it. After pumping out 30 slow and consistent reps Jamal’s pecs began to push away from him. He flexed them a bit for Cage who began to lick his lips. Cage then pumped out 30 reps, but seemed to have to work extra hard for the last two. “Increase the weight,” Jamal said. Luke added another two plates to each side. Instead of benching though, Jamal grabbed the bar and began to curl the weight. The crimson bands on his arms stretching with each concentrated rep. The pump in his arms were incredible, and Jamal could feel the strength flowing through him. He could also feel something else…lust. He was timid with Logan…he had never pushed himself that far, but with this guy, he was not holding anything back. Jamal dropped the weight to the floor with a thud, and began to grow. He didn’t want to grow taller, he wanted power. He wanted domination. Cage’s dick was at full mast. He wanted the goliath. Jamal grew and grew past the 2300lb. mark. He picked Cage up like an infant and engaged in a deep passionate kiss. “This is your Hulk fuck,” Jamal whispered in Cage’s ear. Precum oozed from Luke’s tip as Jamal let his own precum drip into Cage’s mouth. After a while, Cage began to grow. His chest and back began to expand, ripping his hoodie to shreds. His legs grew more and more dense, and his shaft grew thicker and longer. All the while Jamal grew. Cage looked up and saw pure crimson eyes. Jamal had tapped into his subconscious…the place where he kept the bulk of his power. He wanted to use his full strength, but he needed a stronger subject first. Jamal entered Luke’s waiting ass. His precum lubed the way and inserted about half the flesh monster into the former superhero. Cage moaned in lust and pleasure, and began to buck up and down on the shaft. His impenetrable skin just served as a large flesh light for Jamal, and he couldn’t be happier. Then, as if commanded, Jamal shouted “Grow”. Cage once again exploded with muscle. He had never experienced such power. He was now stronger than even. Fuck a super soldier, he was the super soldier. Pulsing at 6’7” and 1200lbs. Cage was ripped. Not an ounce of fat, and all the while, he was be pummeled by this behemoth. 

Jamal smiled at his creation, but his eyes still stayed a deep shade of crimson. He had passed the 4000lb. mark and showed no intentions of stopping. Cage could only whimper as Jamal shoved more of his manhood into Cage. Each time, Cage would pump up to further dimensions. With a final surge, the crimson in Jamal’s eyes subsided, and only warmth and lust remained. Cage gazed at his 1900lb. body in the mirror. He was power, but nothing compared to the behemoth of whom he was at the mercy of. Jamal stood glistening and pumped at 5000 solid pounds of dense proportionate muscle. Jamal gazed into the eyes of his creation, and slowly slid the rest of his dick into Cage. Cage howled in pain, only for it to subside into pleasure. Cage, clawed and scratch Jamal’s back while getting the fuck of his life. Nothing phased the him. Cage pounded on Jamal’s beefy chest begging for release. The fists would have pulverized whatever it hit, but only made a small thud on the large monstrous chest. Jamal slammed Cage into the gym floor creating a large crater. Each thrust made a wave that threatened to comprise the old building. But Cage could take it. With impervious skin, it was just like a regular fuck. Jamal slammed in and out of Luke and the pleasure made the “hero-for-hire” roll his eyes in the back of his head in pleasure. Toes were curled and tree trunk sized legs wrapped as far around Jamal as possible, clinging for more sex. Cage tried grabbing a fully loaded bar to stabilize, but Jamal grabbed the bar with one massive hand, and threw it across the gym, never losing his rhythm. He was there to establish dominance and will Cage to work with him. After this fuck session, Cage would be his, and he would have someone to handle all of his power. After several positions, Luke found himself riding the behemoth. His own massive hands resting on Jamal’s cobblestone abs. Up and down, Powerman rode the monster, his ass dripping precum from the monstrous tool invading his insides."Sooo.....much.....power...", Cage whimpered in pure lust, as Jamal continued dominating him. “What…are…you?”, Cage gasped. Jamal fucked steadily…seemingly ignoring the question. After hours and hours passed, their essence filling the gym with musk, Cage finally blew his massive load over his own abs and chest. Jamal fucked for a few more minutes and then released a massive load into Cage, who doubled over from trying to hold it all in, growing a few hundred pounds more. Jamal then slowly removed his massive tool from Cage’s now stretched ass and let him roll onto the cracked and destroyed floor, only to cum again on Luke’s face and chest. As he grabbed a gym towel and stood to wipe the sweat from his glistening, massive body, he looked down on an exhausted, spent, cum-covered and panting Luke Cage, smiled and simply said, “I’m the Juggernaut, bitch, and you're hired.”

Outside, unbeknownst to either of the two Nubian monsters, a tall slender brown-haired man clad in green robes and a golden scepter smiled at the destruction, and then disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

 

 

PART TEN

 

Juggernaut pt. 10: Strange-Love

It had been two days since the powerful, lust-filled romp between Jamal and the now monstrous Luke Cage. Weighing in at over 2000lbs., Cage was a beast. One day ago, Cage easily defeated the Thing in a “playful” wrestling match, which resulted in several cracks in the Thing’s physique…including his fists from trying to gut punch Cage. Ben Grimm was thankful for the quick healing technologies of his Fantastic Four partner Reed Richards. Two days since the warning from Thor, and still no signs of Loki trying for a takeover of Earth. According to the hammer-wielding god of thunder, there would only be one day til Thor would return to Asgard to his father Odin and the rest of his people. Still, despite the quiet and his new relationship with Luke, Jamal felt uneasy. He had had confrontations with mutants who could read minds, control metal objects, and god-like beings who could create avatars of their power. Jamal was such an avatar. As the juggernaut, Jamal couldn’t remember the last time he actually had to eat, drink, sleep, or even breathe for that matter. The one thing Jamal still felt connecting him to being human was the sex. And there was lots that. He would eventually have to force himself to stop with most of his partners because they needed to sleep. However, with mutants and super humans like Wolverine and Luke Cage, he could go for hours and hours on end. Still, some part of him wished to be a normal human: to enjoy a steak and lobster, to have a beer with his classmates, to play a game of football without worrying about injuring his fellow players or worse. 

Still, with no signs of Loki yet, Jamal felt that this time could be spent gathering more allies for the impending battle. He did not know much about Loki, except from what he gathered from Thor. Loki, apparently, was a god of mischief, had exceptional strength and stamina, half-frost giant (whatever that was), and was a master in magic. Well giant blood or not, between Cage and himself, Jamal was sure he could match almost anyone in strength and stamina. Magic, however, was a different task. Due to Cytorrak’s power, it was very difficult for Jamal to be possessed, or controlled. The spellcaster, normally, would have to take over Cytorrak first, who would eventually make the avatar do his bidding. Since Jamal had full control over this essence, the spell would have a tougher time controlling both of them at once. Jamal thought of his new love Luke. What if Loki infected him? He wouldn’t have the heart to stop him. They really had grown close over the last couple of days, and there was no one else on the planet that could satisfy Jamal sexually. Yes, he needed someone with magical capabilities. Just then, he felt a tug…almost like a mental tug. Jamal didn’t have his juggernaut helmet but this was no psychic mutant invasion. He felt those before. This was someone trying to pry into his thoughts. Suddenly, a projection entered his thoughts. A middle aged man with jet black hair, dressed in occult clothing and jewelry hovering in a meditative position. His age seemingly determined by the neutrality in his eyes, and seemingly graying temples. The projection spoke:

You are strong indeed, avatar of Cytorrak, to guard your thoughts from me. I am called many things, but you may call me Doctor Stephen Strange. I know of your dilemma, and I can be of great service. My associate, Wan, will meet you at this address (a location flashed through Jamal’s thoughts).

With that, the projection disappeared and Jamal snapped out of his daze. He was sitting on the makeshift couch in Luke’s gym. Apparently, Luke had outfitted the place as a living and training quarters. Jamal kind of felt bad he almost wrecked it. There was a huge reinforced bed, a bathroom, hologram projector (courtesy of something called SHIELD), and of course a kitchen. It was from this where a 7 ft. 2000lb. smiling tower of onyx power emerged with two plates of food. Although Jamal was now much smaller than Cage, Cage knew that Jamal could outgrow him at a moments notice. Nonetheless, Jamal knew he didn’t have to eat…but Luke insisted that he did. He didn’t want his man wasting away. When Jamal opened his mouth to remind him that he didn’t need food and tell him of his encounter with Doctor Strange, Cage shoved in a fork full of chicken pasta. It tasted great, and eventually Jamal finished the entire plate (although he didn’t feel full). It reminded him of being somewhat human, at least for a while…and it was nice that Cage was taking such great care of him. 

After dinner, Cage slowly began to peel off Jamal’s clothing, revealing the solid musculature of the juggernaut. “I’ve never been this big before J”. “Thanks for sharing some of yourself with me.” “No problem,” Jamal said. He had wanted someone to handle his sexual urges, but then had an idea. Cage saw his lover’s eyes glow the familiar shade of crimson and watched as pounds of muscle began to pile onto his lover. However, Jamal stopped at around 1400 lbs. And the crimson shade subsided. Next, Jamal tapped into his inner power again, this time lowering a significant portion of the magic keeping him invulnerable. He took one of his large hands and stroked the large black dick of Luke, making him moan in lust. Cage began oozing precum, and what was left of his clothing had been ripped away by Jamal. Jamal bent down and gently lapped the precum with his tongue sending Cage into a frenzy. Afterwards, Jamal wrapped his mouth around the wet cock and went to work sucking Cage for all he was worth. Cage grabbed the back of Jamal’s head and face-fucked him with all his power. Jamal could just feel the strength radiating from the legs of Cage and his forehead touching the chiseled lower abdomen of the powered up hero for hire as he gagged on the monster being force fed to him. After Cage was fully lubed, Jamal said “I just want to be yours today.” “Take me”, growled Jamal. Cage lifted the Juggernaut up like a baby and slammed him on his massive lubed dick. Jamal howled in bliss and pain as Cage used him like a toy, pushing Jamal’s hole to the hilt of his dick. Sweat began to build on Cage, who realized that the Juggernaut had lowered his defenses for him…and only him…so that he could do THIS. The thought drove Luke wild with lust and he began to pound harder. Jamal had to keep some of his healing abilities in tact, or Cage might have killed him. But invulnerability was another story. Cage was now in control, fucking with all his might; sweat glistening on the skin of the two behemoths…and for the first time, Jamal felt his eyes roll in the back of his head as Luke found his sweet spot over and over again. Jamal moaned in lust…he had never felt so much pleasure and pain at the same time. 

Luke carried Jamal, still impaled on his massive dick, to the bed and laid him down. Still keeping with his thursts, he looked down at his large lover…not quite as large as Cage, and smiled in dominate satisfaction. Jamal moved his hand to jerk his own dick only for his ass to be smacked by a large hand and a resounding “NO” to be commanded to him. Luke reached his large meaty paw around Jamal’s dick and began to twist and jerk, sending the crimson juggernaut into pure ecstasy. “You belong to me tonight baby”, said Cage as he continued to work the ass and dick of his love. Jamal reached up and felt the tense bicep of Cage and the massive chest. He knew he could be twice this size and dominate him, but for tonight…this was enough…and “enough” felt damn good. Cage saw the lust and began to flex, his rod still filling Jamal’s hole. Jamal, however, didn’t want Luke to have all the fun, and began to flex the muscles in his ass, clamping onto the massive tool inside, massaging it for its worth. Cage felt shudders as his man tool was aroused; his beefy hand still working a big dick. He would not be denied and picked the behemoth up and slammed him on the bed, until he stopped flexing his ass and submitted. Cage was king tonight, and Jamal knew it. Both men, animals of lust, gods of power and strength. Finally, Cage could take no more, and unloaded torrent after torrent of cum into Jamal’s ass. Still gripping Jamal’s dick, Luke swallowed the tool and sucked Jamal dry. Although no growth occurred from the milking, Cage was satisfied nonetheless. He then withdrew his rod from his lover with a resounding pop and collapsed on the bed next to Jamal. Cage turned over to watch the sweaty, heaving muscles laying next to him, rising and falling with every breath. Jamal had been pushed to sexual exhaustion, and an unfamiliar sense had washed over him…sleep. Cage smiled and whispered in his ear…”Cytorrak, I know you’re still there; make him invulnerable again for me, but I ask you to let him sleep.” A strange crimson glow washed over Jamal, and the bruises from the chest slaps and slams, the purple patches surrounding his ass where Cage pounded with superhuman strength, and the dislodged jaw areas from the face-fucking suddenly began to repair. However, the slightly smaller giant remained fast asleep. Cage smiled and hugged his lover to him in a strong embrace and drifted to sleep.

Elsewhere…an elderly man enters a den-like area to find a middle-aged man floating in mid-air in a state of meditation. “Stephen, you may want to transport them here.” Stephen Strange opened his eyes, and turned to his friend, smiling. “I will transport them in the next few hours Wan. For now, let them enjoy their time and love. They will need as much as possible for the coming days.”

To be continued…