GOD'S COUNTRY 
From: Miguelito <mbamba@home.com>

It was a beautiful warm San Francisco day. The sun sparkled brightly on the 
ocean waves and there wasn't a cloud in the azure skies above. Mike had flown 
down the evening before for a routine posing exhibition. Nearly 20,000 of his 
adoring fans showed up. At $25 a head, Mike soaked in half a million dollars in 
90 short minutes, PLUS the 100 grand he raked up for selling posters, videos and 
training manuals. It was merely pocket money to him. 

The next morning Mike had arranged an emergency meeting of his several Vice 
Presidents. They had travelled from as far away as Paris, New York and Tokyo to 
advise him on the prospects of yet another corporation he wanted to spawn. 

His business luncheon had been very successful and Mike dismissed his senior 
executives, leaving them with a list of tasks. They escorted their handsome boss 
up the elevator, to the roof of his office tower where his helicopter was 
waiting. Mike had flown down, by himself, from his estate up the coast. 

As each of Mike's chiefs shook his hand in parting, they couldn't keep their 
eyes off of his awesome bronzed biceps. Mike was wearing a very tight fitting 
pure white polo shirt. The sleeves barely covered his big powerful shoulders and 
his breath taking arms were deeply tanned, and accented by the white cotton. The 
shirt hugged his monumental chest and clinged snugly to the abdominal muscles 
that cascaded downwards to his trim waist. 

Mike walked away from his deputies as they gazed at his gorgeous masculine legs 
which were enveloped in the tightest fitting grey flannel pants one could 
imagine. The creases in the stretched fabric shifted with his every step. The 
pants fit around his glorious pumped-up ass like a glove. And he wore a pair of 
white Brooks running shoes, always as casual as possible. 

When Mike reached his copter, he turned around and raised one of his magnificent 
muscular arms to wave at his men. They couldn't keep their eyes off his bulging 
regal basket. He grinned while tugging at his pants to straighten out his 
crotch, and then hopped up into his copter. 

Mike's Vice Presidents all applauded and waved excitedly back to their leader. 
They worshipped him, and rightfully so. He owned them! Each of his generals 
received a very hefty salary to run his many established corporations. They 
would have literally licked his world renowned muscular ass, at his beck and 
call. 

As Mike climbed up into the cockpit and took his place at the helm of his 
aircraft, he turned the ignition and the rotors slowly began to move. He shifted 
his sexy glutes in the seat and waved back at his executives one last time. And 
off he flew, up,up and away. The noise was deafening and the wind sent Mike's 
executives scurrying back inside. They all stood at the window and watched their 
hero flying off into the horizon, disappearing over the cityscape. 

Mike was exuberant! He shoved a compact disk into the stereo and pulled the 
headphones up over his ears. He loved Paula Abdul! He had even had dinner with 
her a few times. He was crazy about her music; even had a bid in for the rights 
to all her songs. 

Soaring up the endless coast, studying the shoreline of every bay and inlet of 
the shimmering sea below, Mike smiled to himself. He was very excited about his 
new corporate adventure. And he was equally excited about his return home, to 
his private hidden kingdom. Things had changed a great deal there, over the past 
year. Today marked the beginning of his new and improved Mensa Academy. 

Nearly a year ago, Mike had decided to expand and improve upon his personal 
"academy". He started by purchasing the rights to all the State College 
Bodybuilding Championships. He sent his professional teams out to hundreds and 
hundreds of universities to promote his new competitions. And he threw in 
$50,000 in cash prizes, for EACH state championship. 

Mike hand-picked all the judges and flew them to his estate for seminars. He was 
also the featured Guest Poser at each event. This meant that he had to maintain 
his physical excellence at all times. That was no problem for Mr. America, Mr. 
Europe, Mr. World, Mr. Universe and Mr. Olympia. Yes, he held all these titles. 
He was a gorgeous, powerful, muscular, sexy HUNK of masculinity! And FILTHY RICH 
! Mike could have bought ANYTHING he wanted! 

Just the fact that MIKE MENSA was guest posing at the competitions drew 
thousands more fans. And with such large cash prizes, more and more collegiates 
were running to the gyms and grabbing barbells. As a final incentive, Mike threw 
in a year of personal training and "perfectionnement" with him, in his 
institute. But to qualify for that, the winner had to be a post graduate. Mike 
accepted only the best of the best, supreme muscles with superior intelligence! 

All of these new developments, however, had greatly affected Bobby's position in 
Mike's private organization. It had been shortly after Bobby arrived at the 
estate that Mike started the reorganization. He stopped sponsoring new recruits, 
and by the time Bobby was nearing his graduation, there were no rising stars 
coming up "the ladder" behind him. In fact, Bobby's career under Mike was 
drastically changed. 

With the new breed of academic supermen that Mike was bringing under his wing, 
Bobby was given the simple option of going his own way, or staying in Mike's 
employ. Mike adored Bobby. His young stud had quickly developed into one of his 
sexiest, best built, most gorgeous soldiers, and Mike didn't want to see him 
leave. So he offered Bobby a position as a personal assistant, with oodles more 
money. Bobby was hurt at first, but quickly concluded that staying with Mike 
would always be the best thing that ever happened to him. He agreed to stay on. 

As Mike flew closer to his estate, he grew more and more excited. His young gods 
would have all arrived and settled in, anxiously awaiting his return. Mike had 
met them all personally, at all the competitions, but he had not yet enjoyed 
them all gathered around him, like loyal lieutenants. 

Mike was thrilled with each one of his champions. Mr. Ohio State was probably 
the biggest, most gorgeous hunk of them all. Mike caught himself thinking about 
him a lot. And there was Mr. Florida State, the bronzed muscular bull with a 
Masters degree in engineering. And then Mr. Illinois State, who studied at 
Mike's old Alma Mater. They were all Mike's prized princes. He couldn't wait to 
see them all together. He released his hand from the throttle of his copter and 
started rubbing his aching juicy balls, still encased in grey snug flannel. 

As the familiar signs of his kingdom came into view, Mike navigated towards one 
of the large glacier lakes that spotted his domain. He was going to stop off at 
the mountain camp where he had dropped Bobby off, the afternoon before. There he 
would rest awhile, from the stress of the city, and freshen up before flying 
into his ranch. Bobby would be waiting for him. 

Bobby, in the meantime, had been enjoying the peaceful mountain retreat and was 
swimming in the deep crystal lake. Each time that he climbed up on the dock and 
dove into the cool pure water, he would think of the fabulous hunk of man who 
owned the lake, and the surrounding mountainous peaks. Bobby layed on the dock 
and masturbated while fantasizing about his handsome rugged boss, who would be 
descending from heaven at any time. 

As he caressed his craving cock and gently tugged at his still young but healthy 
testicles, Bobby suddenly heard the faint but unmistakable sound of Mike's 
helicopter. He knew his hero hunk was coming, and moaned with pleasure. The 
sound of the rotors grew louder and Bobby pulled at his aching penis, growing 
weaker with anticipation. 

Like a great mythical bird, Mike's copter soared out of nowhere, over the jagged 
cliffs. The noise of the rotors filled the entire valley. Bobby crooned as he 
felt the warm semen stirring deep within him. He squeezed his balls and wrapped 
a hand around his cock, pushing and rubbing, as Mike manoeuvred his ship over 
the water, near the dock. The rotors caused the water to roughen and there was a 
wind all around Bobby as the helicopter slowly eased down onto the water on its 
pontoons. The warm liquid in Bobby's groin filled his balls as Mike turned the 
engine off and the rotors of the copter slowed to a stop. The silence and calm 
returned. 

Bobby looked across the water as Mike climbed down out of the cockpit, his pants 
and shirt still hugging his powerful muscular body. As Mike descended from his 
copter, Bobby could no longer sustain his erection. The juices rose up from his 
balls and he gasped and groaned, lying on the dock, as his warm syrup erupted 
joyously from the mouth of his manhood. 

Mike laughed with delight while gazing at Bobby across the water. Balancing 
himself on one of the pontoons, he peeled off his white shirt revealing his 
magnificent bronzed torso. He tossed the shirt up into the cockpit, removed his 
running shoes and stripped off his sexy pants, tossing them up with the shirt. 
He wore no undergarment and his huge penis bounced gleefully about as he leaned 
over and quickly removed his socks. Then he dove, gloriously naked, into the 
crystal pure waters of his lake, and swam powerfully, under the water, towards 
the dock. 

Bobby lay prostrate on the dock, helplessly weakened by his orgasm. Suddenly, 
Mike's awesome magnificent body rose tumultuously from the depths of the lake 
beside the dock, splashing water all over Bobby. Mike placed his thick powerful 
hands on the edge of the dock and raised his tremendous physique up out of the 
water. Dripping wet, he pounced on Bobby, capturing him. 

Bobby shrieked as Mike smothered him with his rock hard wet muscles, pinning him 
to the dock under him. Bobby had to submit immediately under Mike's control. He 
was so weakened from his coming. Mike laughed as he raised Bobby's ass up with 
one of his hairy thick hands and shoved his male bounty right up inside Bobby. 
Bobby squirmed and struggled helplessly as Mike pumped and flexed his prize 
winning cock inside Bobby. Mike gasped and groaned as his own juices swirled 
upward within his piston powered penis. He filled Bobby with his magnificence, 
with his glory, with his million-dollar-an-ounce cum!. 

Bobby was in heaven! He was Mike's forever! Mike could do anything he wanted 
with him. Bobby loved and worshipped the sexy masculine stud. Being his personal 
assistant was more than he had ever dreamed of. It didn't matter that he 
wouldn't graduate. Mike was everything to him. 

Mike slowly withdrew his still bone-hard cock from the depths of Bobby's boyish 
bosom and rolled over on his back. He asked Bobby to start massaging him. He 
needed that city tension to be exorcized from his heavenly body. Bobby was the 
best of all masseurs and Bobby LOVED to loosen up and knead every inch of Mike's 
rugged masculine physique. 

Bobby kneaded and moulded each iron muscle and sucked and licked and kissed Mike 
all over. Mike stretched and flexed and the tension he had felt dissipated like 
fog from the lake. Bobby grabbed a bar of soap, splashed some water on Mike and 
cleansed the big man's wondrous body, spreading the lather all over. Mike then 
stood up, strolled to the edge of the dock, and dove in, rinsing his pure 
masculine physique in the deep glacial waters of his lake. When he climbed back 
up on the dock, Bobby had a towel ready for him. He followed Mike up to cottage 
nestled in the pines, drying him off gingerly as they made their way. 

Mike slipped his bronzed bounteous bonanza into a pair of white, silk, skin-
tight posing trunks. His deeply tanned, glistening skin enhanced his powerful 
muscular back and arms, and chest and legs. Mike insisted that Bobby, as his 
personal assistant, wear the same style of trunks, so Bobby obeyed happily. 
Although he too was a beautiful prince, he was a mere boy beside Mike. Mike 
grinned at him and pinched his tit playfully. 

The two of them strolled back down to the dock, dove into the cool deep water 
together, and swam like two frolicking dolphins back out to Mike's helicopter. 
They climbed up into the cockpit and Mike turned the ignition, thrust the 
throttle forward and the rotors started to turn around. Off they flew, across 
the lake and over Mike's mountains. 

Mike decided that he was going to buzz the ranch before landing the copter. As 
he hovered above them, his prized thoroughbreds rushed from every which way on 
the ground, racing to the landing pad where Mike would touch ground and descend 
from his craft. Bobby had not yet seen ANY of the men because he had been up in 
the mountains at the lake while they were arriving. His jaw dropped as he gazed 
down at Mike's gorgeous champion stallions waving up at the copter. 

There were fifty of them. A herd of hunks! One for every State of the Union! 
Each one a prize winning stud! Each one super intelligent. Each one scrambling 
to greet Mike and pour their praise upon their idol! 

Mike landed the copter, the air settled, and he leaped out of his copter, 
forgetting Bobby and leaving him behind. Bobby watched as the State Studs 
swarmed around Mike, lifted him up in the air and carried their colonel around 
high above them. Mike was their king! Mike was their mentor! Mike was their 
leader! 

Bobby gazed on, almost jealously, as the beautiful muscular hunks lowered Mike 
to the ground and he stood up tall amidst them. He was the ultimate man, 
controlling their every emotion . . . 

"FALL IN, MEN!" he commanded. 

They scrambled to their designated positions, lining up before Mike, in 
alphabetical order of the States they represented. Each wore the same sexy silk 
posing trunks that Mike sported, except there was a little crest sewn into the 
material, indicating the State they came from. Bobby tagged along behind Mike as 
he strolled through his battalion, inspecting each man's beautiful physique from 
head to toe . . . Mr. Alabama, Mr. Alaska, Mr. Arizona, Mr. Arkansas, Mr. 
California, Mr. Colorado, and so on. Each state college champion was flawless, 
with biceps and triceps and pectorals and abdominals etched in stone; bronzed 
physical perfection. 

Bobby felt out of place. He began to wish he hadn't decided to stay on. These 
supermen would always have Mike's full undivided attention. How could he fit in? 
He was nothing now! He was just a young kid barely out of highschool. But he had 
to stay! He worshipped Mike! He would do anything for Mike! So he sauntered 
along behind as Mike gloated over each of his new gorgeous prot‚g‚s. 

Mike stopped abruptly in front of Mr. Nebraska. There was obviously something 
about the stud that fancied him. Bobby stopped and waited impatiently, 
overshadowed by Mike's imposing physique. Mike gazed approvingly up and down at 
Mr. Nebraska. He reached over and grasped the man's upper arm in his thick 
fingers and squeezed tight. 

"Not bad!" Mike praised. "Not bad at all, man!" 

"Thanks, Mike!" the champion replied proudly. 

"You're the one preparing a thesis on steroid use, aren't you?" Mike queried. 

"Yes sir, I am!" 

"And I gather you need a typist?" Mike probed as he placed a hand over Mr. 
Nebraska's abdominals and slipped his fingers lightly over the washboard muscles 
on his stomach. 

"Y-y-y-e-s, Mike! That's correct!" 

"And your name is Larry, is it not?" Mike continued, extracting the information 
he already knew. 

"Larry it is, Mr. Universe, Sir!" responded Larry as his admiration for Mike 
overcame him. "You are absolutely the most magnificent . . ." 

"Thanks, Larry," Mike interjected. "I'd like you to meet my personal assistant, 
Bobby. Bobby, step forward here!" 

Bobby freaked! What was this all about? Why was Mike introducing him to this 
guy? Something was coming! Something was going to happen, right here and now. 

Mr. Nebraska lifted his thick muscular arm up to Bobby as Bobby stepped forward. 
He grabbed Bobby's hand and shook it, squeezing so tight that he almost crushed 
Bobby's fingers. Bobby looked into Larry's eyes with caution and turned to Mike 
with a confused look on his face. 

"Bobby is all yours, Larry!" Mike announced. "Your work is important. Bobby here 
will be at your disposal, night and day!" As Bobby's eyes popped out of his 
head, Mike turned to him and directed, "Fall in behind Larry, Bobby! You will 
work for him now!" 

Bobby was heart broken. His idol, his hero, his HUNK, had discarded him, just 
like that, with no feeling whatsoever. Mike had tossed him off like an old jock 
strap, like an empty bottle of tanning oil. Bobby began sobbing right in front 
of them. 

"Hey Bobby!" Mike lamented. "You're still MY employee! But this is your calling 
now. Larry needs help, and you're the BEST! No one could serve him as well as 
you. And you'll be serving ME." 

Bobby looked up at Mike who smiled into his tearful eyes. Bobby couldn't resist 
that gorgeous smile and grinned back, laughing nervously with the release of his 
pent up frustration. Then he looked over to Larry, with Mike's words echoing in 
his mind, and realized that Larry was actually quite handsome. Maybe Larry 
wouldn't be so bad to work for at all. 

Larry smiled pleasantly back at Bobby. He wasn't such a bad deal either. Bobby 
was a sexy little guy; a sexy little adonis with firm cute glutes and a basket 
of fruits to match. They shook hands again, Bobby fell in behind Larry, and Mike 
continued on with his inspection . . . Mr. Nevada, Mr. New Hampshire, Mr. New 
Mexico . . . 

When Mike reached Mr. Oregon, he stopped dead in his tracks. The rugged stallion 
pleased Mike and Mike beckoned him forward. Mr. Oregon stepped out of line, 
standing proudly before his powerful hero. Mike placed his hairy hands around 
the man's bulbous shoulders and lowered his fingers slowly down over his 
majestic chest. He reached down and peeled the champion's trunks down to the 
ground . . . 

"So, Franco," Mike questioned. "How does it feel to be Mr. Oregon?" he continued 
while fondling Franco's handsome penis. 

"Great, Mike! Just great!" Franco replied confidently. "How does it feel to be 
GOD?" he added daringly. 

"Only GOD knows that!" Mike retorted, unphased, continuing his inspection of his 
stud. He took Franco's trunks and shoved them up into his face, taking a deep 
whiff. "How does it feel to be, uh, CHOSEN?" 

With that, Mike lifted his hands up under Franco's arms, raised him up over his 
head and threw him over his broad shoulder. He turned to his other lieutenants 
and winked, strolling by each of them, gazing up and down at their powerful 
physiques, while Mr. Oregon struggled, trapped on his shoulder . . . 

"AT EASE, MEN!" Mike bellowed as he headed toward his helicopter. 

The stately studs immediately broke rank and gathered around Mike as he carried 
Franco up into the cockpit of his airship. Mike turned around and looked down 
into their adoring eyes as he lowered a hand and tugged at his snugly covered 
basket. Then he tossed Mr. Oregon into the passenger seat, took a thick finger 
and wiped a drop of moisture from his powerful thigh. 

Everyone cheered and applauded, hoping that they would be next. As Mike turned 
the ignition, he manoeuvred his basket into the driver's seat, pulled at the 
throttle and set the rotors in motion. The wind blew fiercely around his young 
gods as he ascended into the heavens with his prize. The helicopter zoomed up 
and away, into the forests of Mike's vast domain. 

Bobby watched sadly as Mike's copter disappeared over the horizon. It was a 
whole new ball game now. Mike didn't care about him anymore. 

Just then Bobby felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and there was 
Larry, Mr. Nebraska, smiling at him, looking him over, like a new car or 
something . . . 

"So you're gonna TYPE for me, are 'ya?" Larry grinned as he reached out and 
rubbed Bobby's beautiful face with the back of his hand. "What else are 'ya 
gonna do for me, Bobby Boy?" 

Bobby looked up at Larry sorrowfully. Larry would never be as fantastic as Mike. 
Mike was GOD! But Bobby looked Larry over and started to feel a faint 
attraction. Larry was actually a pretty sexy guy. He was absolutely gorgeous, 
was a true muscle champion and had two Master's degrees. He was a hunk with 
brains. Bobby liked that. Maybe typing his thesis wouldn't be so bad after all . 
. . 

"Well, Larry, I guess we should just get started and see what happens. Mike's 
the boss! What he says goes!" 

Larry chuckled and put his big muscular arm around Bobby's shoulders. He led him 
away to his cabin in the woods near the ranch. Mike arranged for each champion 
to have his own dwelling outside the manse so that they could have more privacy. 
Bobby felt a little more relaxed about his new "position". He looked at Larry's 
pearl white teeth and sexy moustache. He gazed up into Larry's twinkling eyes 
and wrapped an arm around Larry's waist, hugging him tight. Larry was kinda 
nice. 

"That's better, Bobby Boy!" Larry extolled. "We'll work good together. You wait 
and see!" 

When they reached the front door to the cabin, Larry unlocked it and motioned 
for Bobby to walk in ahead of him. Bobby stepped inside. It was a nice cosy 
place, with a kitchen, living room, bedroom and bath. As Bobby surveyed Larry's 
quarters, he felt Larry put his hands up around his head. Suddenly Larry pulled 
a teeshirt over Bobby's head and gagged him, yanking the cloth tightly from both 
ends. Bobby squirmed and moaned, waving his arms around as he tried to release 
the gag. 

Having quickly tied the gag behind Bobby's head, Larry grabbed one of Bobby's 
waving hands and pinned his arm behind his back. Then he grabbed Bobby's other 
arm and tied it behind his back to his other arm. Bobby moaned and squirmed, 
completely powerless. 

Larry moved swiftly, reaching down and grabbing Bobby by the ankles. He was 
extremely powerful! He could have mutilated Bobby with his bare hands. He picked 
Bobby up by the ankles and tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 
Bobby gave up his struggle. He couldn't possibly free himself from the control 
of Mr. Nebraska. He started to sob, wishing he was with Mike. 

Larry carried Bobby into the bedroom, tossed him face down on the bed and tied 
his ankles together. Bobby didn't resist. Larry controlled him completely. He 
climbed on top of Bobby and applied pressure to Bobby's arms with his knees, and 
then began to untie Bobby's wrists. As he released them he secured one of 
Bobby's arms behind him and tied Bobby's other wrist to the bed post. He then 
tied the other wrist to the other bed post. Bobby knew what was coming. 

As Bobby lay helpless under Larry, he grunted and sobbed for Mike. Larry bound 
his ankles to the other corners of the bed and then Bobby felt a sudden 
sensation of oil being rubbed into his glutes. Larry massaged it into Bobby's 
ass hole and then mounted him from behind. Bobby felt Larry's cock penetrating 
his buttocks. Larry was rough with him, but his cock was incomparable to Mike's. 

Mike's penis was olympian! It was paramount! Mike was a magnificent masculine 
brute. But when he conquered, it was with class! He wasn't rough! 

Bobby lay prostrate on the bed under Mr. Nebraska. The rugged stud pumped and 
screwed his hard cock inside Bobby. He suddenly stopped for a second, as though 
he'd heard something. Then he continued with the rape. 

Again Larry stopped suddenly, raising his head up to hear better. Sure enough, 
there was a faint sound of a helicopter off in the distance. Bobby heard it too, 
and it got louder and closer. 

Larry yanked his cock out of Bobby's ass and ran to the window to look for 
Mike's helicopter. The trees around the cabin began to blow as the rotors 
stirred the air and the noise became almost deafening. Mike landed his copter 
just 100 yards from Larry's cabin. 

Larry rushed to the door and put the chain on. He returned to Bobby on the bed 
and tightened the gag around Bobby's mouth. He was panic stricken. What would 
"The Master" do if he found them like that? What would Mike do to him? 

The wind stopped and the rotors of the helicopter slowed to a halt. There was 
silence. Larry paced back and forth in the living room while Bobby prayed for 
Mike to come to the door. Sure enough, there was a knock. Larry went to the door 
and opened it as far as the chain would allow . . . 

"Hey, MIKE! How's it goin'?" Larry greeted him. "What brings 'ya here?" 

"I want Bobby!" Mike announced. "Is he here? I need him!" 

"No, Mike!" Larry replied as Bobby moaned as loudly as possible from the back 
room. 

Mike heard the sound and looked suspiciously at the chain that Larry hadn't 
released from the door. He looked Larry in the eye and took a deep breath . . . 

"What's the chain for, big boy?" Mike queried with force in his voice. "You 
afraid of something, MR. NEBRASKA?" 

"N-n-n-o-o-o, Mike! I just wanted to . . ." 

Just then Bobby groaned again and Mike knew what was up. He raised his huge 
muscular arm, held the palm of his hand up and jammed it flat against the door, 
busting the chain right off its hinges. One powerful blow with one hand and he 
was inside. 

He raced to the back room and saw Bobby tied to the bed. He quickly turned and 
chased after Larry, grabbing him around the waist and tackling him to the floor. 
Larry whimpered and cried fearfully as Mike flipped him over on his back and 
mounted him. Mike pulled down his own trunks and shoved his gigantic godly penis 
into Larry's face . . . 

"LICK IT, BUSTER!" Mike yelled at him angrily. "LICK IT!" 

Larry extended his tongue out and meekly licked at the mouth of Mike's glorious 
cock. 

"THAT'S NO GOOD, YOU BASTARD!" Mike hollered as he raised his powerful arm up in 
the air and lambasted Larry with a horrendous slap across the face. 

Larry's face was beet red and he started to wail as Mike held him captive under 
him. Larry tried to lick again, but was trembling with terror. 

"LICK MY FUCKIN' COCK, YOU IGNORANT DOG!" Mike bellowed as he beat Larry's face 
violently with the back of his hand. Larry fell unconscious. Mike could have 
killed him. 

Mike grabbed one of Larry's legs and dragged him outside and chained him to a 
tree, naked. Mr. Nebraska had met his match. Mike then rushed back to the cabin 
and into the bedroom to free Bobby. He jumped on the bed, on top of Bobby, and 
began to loosen the gag . . . 

"You okay, pal?" Mike asked softly as he removed the cloth from Bobby's mouth 
with his powerful but gentle hands. 

"Yeah, Mike!" Bobby blurted out. "I think so. I'll be fine. Just untie me." 

Mike reached under Bobby and rubbed his stomach with his firm thick hairy 
fingers. Bobby started to laugh. Mike was tickling him . . . 

"Hey man!" Bobby retorted impatiently. "The ropes? Are 'ya gonna untie me?" 

Mike lightly rubbed Bobby's princely glutes with one hand and reached under 
Bobby, gingerly playing with his balls with his other chunky hand. 

"You god damned CUNT, Mike!" Bobby hollered. 

Bobby squirmed and cursed as Mike squeezed his legs and tickled him under the 
arms . . . 

"I dunno, Bobby! I've always got you where I want you, but I sorta get off on 
this!" he chuckled as he held Bobby captive, smothering him with his massive, 
muscular, rock hard body. "I think I'll get you to type a thesis for ME!" 

"Yeah, sure Mike!" Bobby cursed. "How 'bout 'HOW TO GO FLY A KITE!" he added 
cuttingly. 

Mike smothered Bobby with his warm bronzed physique and carefully planted his 
sun kissed olympic cock in between Bobby's pretty glutes. He gently manoeuvred 
his meaty manhood deep into his young stallion. 

Bobby knew that he had Mike where he always wanted him, as well. As humiliated 
as he was, he could never resist Mike; never in a million years. 

Mike's balls swelled as his Mr. Universe cock pumped and pushed and flexed and 
jerked inside Bobby's buttocks . . . 

"Hold on, Babe!" Mike gasped. "SURF'S UP!" 

Bobby felt Mike's warm creamy juices flowing into his body. Mike wrapped his 
powerful arms around him and squeezed like a great strong bear. Bobby smiled to 
himself, ready to take more . . . 

"Thanks for saving me, Mike!" he whispered softly as Mike licked at his ear 
lobes. "You really made quick work of that freak!" 

"Thank YOU for staying with me, Babe!" Mike responded with fondness. "You mean 
so much to me!" 

"Mike, there's just one favour I'd like to ask of you!" 

"What's that?" Mike replied inquisitively. 

"WILL 'YA PLEASE FUCKIN' UNTIE ME!" Bobby screamed at the top of his lungs. 
"BEFORE I BEAT THE PULP OUT OF 'YA!" 

Mike gently eased his throbbing penis out from between Bobby's firm glutes and 
untied all the ropes. He threw Bobby over his shoulder, carried him out to his 
helicopter and tossed him, naked, up into the cockpit. Mike leaped up inside, 
nestled his marble glutes into the pilot's seat, and turned the ignition. The 
rotors started up, the trees and the bushes swayed in the wind, and off they 
flew, into GOD's country! 

F I N


Written in May 1992 
by Miguelito