From: Jim Hill To: Usual disclaimers Muscle Rape Walking to my apartment I definitely got stares and gasps. I mean these sweats fit more like fuckin’ tights and my left thigh looked like I had stuffed a thick fat salami down there. The shirt was so tight it may as well have been painted on. It was only about noon so the streets were busy. I saw two fender benders, of which, I was most likely the cause. I just laughed at the two geeks inside. I saw several people that I knew, but none recognized me. Who could? I was at least 4 times the size I was before. I just kept walking, trying to stay to the side streets. Too much publicity too soon and I'd have every nut in the world at my doorstep. Then, I thought, what the hell, ‘I”m the strongest guy in the world. If they don’t like it, fuck 'em.’ I got to my apartment and realized the keys were in my dufflebag. I swore and then just reached down and turned the knob. I knew it would wreck the door, but what the hell, I wasn't worried about coming back. The knob just turned with the grinding of metal as if it were unlocked, but it also came off in my hand as the door swung in. I could barely squeeze through the doorway and thought for a minute that I was going to have to rip my way in, but I was able to squeeze through. The place seemed so small now. My head kept bumping into light fixtures and getting through the bedroom door proved impossible. I had never noticed that it was a smaller doorway before. So I just stood in the doorway and pressed my hands outward on the frame and it splintered. I pushed further and the 2 X 4’s gave way like cardboard! God, what a rush! I packed a few things that held value, for me at least, and stacked a couple of bags in the living room. I figured I could replace everything else so why bother? Just as I was picking up the bag to leave, there was a knock at my door. Since I had trashed the lock, it swung open and I got a most pleasant surprise. There stood Brad Phillips in all his glory. Pumped to the max, blond beauty of my fantasies. A man who could fuck ‘til morning, if my old dreams could be believed. He was 6' 3" of football stud with giant arms hanging from shoulders that looked like he didn't need pads. He was wearing a white tee shirt and green running shorts with white jogging shoes. All of it set off his tan skin and amazing legs. This guy had been my idol at one time but now just looked ripe for plucking. I remained cool. Brad was stunned. After all, here was this giant looking at him with lust written all over his face. Some guy who was at least twice his size. standing in Geoff's apartment. "Ah, is Geoff home? Um, I mean this is his place, right?” Brad was stammering. Mr. Self Confidence himself and he was shaking in his boots. “It might be. Who wants to know, shorty?” I could seem him bristle, but I was going to have some fun, before I rammed my two foot cock up his perfect muscle bubble butt. And I was going to fuck him silly, that was already certain. "So.. you a friend of Geoff's?" he smiled bravely. I had to give him credit. “You could say that." He extended his hand to me, "Brad Phillips. Nice to meet you." Perfect. I took his hand in mine. The bones were like dry clay. I didn't let go. His grip tightened, so I decided to really play this out. I gripped him tighter, just enough to see pain start. "Brad Phillips, huh? The same Brad Phillips that was making fun of Geoff outside the field house?” My grip tightened still more. My fingers crept up past his wrist as he tried to pull away. “The same asshole that wanted to know if he was 'enjoying the show'? That Brad Phillips?" I continued to squeeze his hand, and he was so stunned that he was turning white. With my other hand I reached over and closed the door, squeezing the door frame in from the side so there was no getting out, and then returned my attention to Brad. He was definitely worried. So I decided to turn up the heat another notch. I grabbed his neck with the same hand I had just crushed the door jam and lifted him off of the ground and up against the wall, leaving his feet dangling a foot above the floor. “Why don’t I just fuck you and then snap your neck for fun?” He started pleading, "Please. Please, you don't understand. He didn't understand. Oh man, I just came here to see if he was OK. Please don't hurt me. Please." I threw him across the room, and stood over him. Did he really want me to believe he was concerned about a guy he barely said 'Hello' to? Here was the stud of my dreams, totally within my control and I loved it. To see this huge guy who wouldn't give me the time of day, just a couple of day's ago cowering at my feet, made my already huge cock bulge fill out even more. He looked at it, rather strangely, I thought, but he was scared. That’s what mattered right now. “What are you talking about, pussy?” He tried to move to one side and I clamped my massive left hand under his jaw bone quite prepared to remove his throat. "Don't move, and start talking, if you want to see the next five minutes." The words just spilled out with my new-found power. Now he was truly rattled. He started spilling his guts, "I can't believe, Geoff could believe that. I was just teasing him in the gym and the cheerleader is my sister and knows, ah, well she, ah, well she knows, and what I said to her was that I thought he had a great ass.” Now it was my turn to be surprised. There was a pause. “What did you say?” I challenged. No doubt thinking he was dead meat but knowing it was too late to recant, he gurgled on. “What can I tell you? I really dig Geoff.” He did his best to smile as his neck was breaking. My grip loosened. “Well, well,” I thought. Big Bad Brad the stud thought I had a great ass. Wonder what he thinks of what I've got now. I took hold of my mammoth cock through my sweatpants and started squeezing, enjoying myself. “I see. Tell me more, Brad.” He went on, "I heard this morning that he was caught in the science lab blow up and came here to see if he was O.K. Oh god, please don't hurt me, man.” He was sobbing. I reached down and he shrunk away from my hand. "Please, don't...." I grabbed hold of his shoulders. He continued to try to get away from my grasp, but that was unlikely as I had him in strength by about 20 times. He was still shaking as I lowered him to the floor like a kitten. My cock was raging hard and I wanted him, more than ever. I pulled his body in to mine and pressed his chest into my cock. Then I set him down. I put myself between him and the door and flexed. "You like this?" He was enthralled. "I always wanted to be big. Big like you. For the last two years, I've watched you, wanted you to notice me, knowing I didn't stand a chance." I could see, the idea forming in his eyes. "You were the big ladies man. King stud of homecoming. Football hero. I was just an underclass runner with delusions of lust." The light bulb was going off. I could see the realization forming. Then I turned around and hit a back double biceps, flexed every muscle in my back and squeezed my glutes tight, splitting the side seams of my sweats with a loud rip. "So, little campus heart throb, what do you think of my ass now?" He stood up and I turned back around. By now my cock was rock hard and oozing precum by the bucketful. What was left of my sweats, quickly fell away revealing my enormous manhood. Brad stood there stunned. His eyes were glued to my swaying cock. He stared and started stammering again, "Huh, Huh, Huh. How?...It can't be.. It's only been two days...I can't believe it... Geoff? Is it really you??” "Oh, it's me all right,” I returned with a leering grin. "But you're so big. I could never, I mean... I've never, you can't..” and this look of fear came over his face. Fear, but also desire. He kept staring at my cock, like it was some swaying cobra and he was the one being hypnotized. So, he was a top that had never bottomed. Things were about to change. I took a step closer. “Wanna bet? I can and I”m going to. Go ahead, touch it. He looked mesmerized. Reaching out to touch it as though it was a hot poker, barely touching it, then a little more. I moved another step closer and it was poking him in the gut. I reached down and peeled off his shirt like it was Kleenex. His massive pecs rose and fell with each breath. He reached out with both hands then and stroked my massive rod. I reached out and cupped his pecs with my hands and squeezed. He was firm, but no match for the strength in my hands. I grabbed his shoulders and then squeezed his huge biceps. Man, he was beautiful. My dick was now covering his abs with precum, but I wanted his ass. Not long after he started to lick my cock, I picked him up and laid him flat on his back on the kitchen table. He begged, "No, please, you're too big." I reached down, just as he had in my dream and picked him up, pressed his body into mine. “I can break you in half if I feel like it, Brad. But I”m gonna fuck you now like you”ve never been fucked and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it but lay back and like it. You got that, pussy?” I brought my hand up tight into his spine. It creaked. “I asked you a question, cum tank.” “Uh, mmm. Yes. Yes, Geoff.” The way he said it, I knew he was mine. Is this still rape? My cock didn”t care. Then I laid him back down and told him, "You are a big guy, Brad, I know you can handle this." And I smacked my 14” cock down on his footlong rock hard dick and then moved it to his ass. There was enough precum to lube ten tight holes, so I knew he'd be OK. I pressed slowly, and he tried to squirm away across the table, I grabbed his thighs and pulled him back and impaled him on my cock. His scream, I'm sure, could be heard for blocks, but no one came running. As I buried more and more of my cock into him, I could see he wasn't going to last long. After I had gotten a little more than a foot in he was covered in sweat and his own massive dick began shooting. He splattered cum on his face and chest, and still I plowed. I knew it was OK when he started moaning, "Oh god yes, oh yes, Geoff, fuck me, take me, harder, fuck meeeeeeee” and he shot again, this time all over the table and floor. “That’s right little pig. Squeal for meeee while I blow your ass in two.” I rammed the remaining foot of my cock into him and he whimpered and was breathing raggedly. Sweat ran off of his chest and his abs were filling with it and his own cum. He was beating the table with his arms as I began to pump with deeper and deeper strokes. “Squeal for me, little piglet,” I ordered. He did. I could feel my own load building, like it was starting at my toes and going to shoot out of my head. Waves of pleasure were flooding my senses. I couldn't hear. I could barely see. I was going to explode. At the last moment, I grabbed the base of my cock and pulled out of his hungry ass with a loud plop. Precum ran out of his ass all over the table. It was already slick with our juices. I grabbed Brad by the waist and spun him around so his head was hanging over the end of the table. He was completely lost and I rammed my cock down his throat and exploded. He didn't even have to swallow, although he was trying. I had never shot with such force. I wondered if he could handle the volume, but he was like a hungry animal, drinking every drop. I pulled out then and my spent dick slapped up against my abs. Brad yelled as every muscle in his body seemed to contract at once, he jerked back and forth so hard, I thought he'd break his neck. “Man,” I thought, “I hope he's ready for this,” and I shoved his head between my bulging thighs. “Eat my ass, pussy, or I”ll crush your fucking skull.” He did it with such enthusiasm that I jerked him to a second climax while my huge balls splattered quarts of cum unto the kitchen wall and all over his body. “Good boy!” I roared as I lifted him up by his ankles and held his 250 pounds upside down so I could take his cock and balls in my mouth and lave him to a third climax. There are limits of passion to which even my super human form can approach. I”d gone past them with Brad. Fortunately, he”d survived. Indeed, as we lay in our own come on the dirty floor, I gripped his thick hair and he responded by kissing my abs worshipfully. That was as it should be. The quickness to which we had both shifted to our new roles surprised me and Brad too, I found out later.