From: Jim Hill Subject: 4 Stories and 2 Ad(Ed)itions BOYS, TOO, MEN The rumors about Upson College were certainly true. Everywhere he looked, Dean Jones' eyes feasted on virile manliness. He thought he'd be observing a class of adolescent boys starting out in the world of bodybuilding. Instead, the private school's weight room boasted 8 of the humpiest studs he'd ever seen outside of a bodybuilding convention. At 6', 180 pounds, the young Dean was no slouch when it came to physical development, but the smallest guy here couldn't be less than 230. He walked up to a pair of boys/men who were working out together. One looked like an Olympic gymnast; the other a bouncer at a rock concert and yet their youthful faces betrayed the fact that they were still boys. "Excuse me. Is the sophomore body building class meeting here?" Dean Jones asked the sandy haired bouncer-type. He was curling a 200 pound free weight effortlessly. The junior college professor felt his loins stir as he watched huge male arms in action. "Uh - yes sir. We're all sophomores," the man boy replied politely. The Upson emblem on his T-shirt strained around pecs the size of basketballs and veins in his thickly-haired forearms coursed with blood. "Really?" the Dean was astonished. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are." "Um- I'm fifteen and Jacob is fourteen and a half, sir." "You can't be serious!" Dean Jones challenged. But the muscle boys both stopped what they were doing. Their eyes stared up and behind Dean Jones. "Pretty impressive, wouldn't you say?" came a voice as deep and resonant as a bullhorn in his ear. Dean Jones was startled to say the least as a hand circled the small of his back. He turned and hit his glasses on a pectoral muscle which protruded a good three inches beyond the largest male chest Dean Jones had ever seen or imagined. Two immense hands steadied him as he fumbled for his glasses. When he could see more clearly, Dean Jones just couldn't believe how big this man's chest was. His pecs defied gravity as they billowed out over his abs and created a huge overhang. His nipples were silver-dollar sized and the nubs as large as some men's' cock heads were actually pointing towards the floor because his chest was so huge and thick. His arms were unbelievably carved and coursed with more veins than Jones cared to count, but he quickly estimated his chest at about 65" and his arms a solid 25". His waist tapered to an unbelievable narrowness and a black kid leather posing strap bulged to overflowing. The stunningly handsome giant stood patiently as the Dean tried to take in at least a part of him without being too obvious about it. The giant was quite used to other men's amazed staring. "H-Hi, I'm Dean Jones. I'm here to observe." "David Furlong." The two shook hands. So this was the famous Furlong. Dean Jones had heard so much about the extraordinary abilities of the athletic coach at Upson that he was curious to meet the man. As usual, rumors rarely represent reality. "Back to work gentlemen!" Furlong's orders made everyone jump. "I can't believe these fellows are sophomores," Dean Jones enthused as he tried surreptitiously to take in more of the coach's immensity. Far from being inhibited, Furlong actually guided Jones' eyes as he casually tweaked an inch long nipple, ran his fingers along a cable-sized vein in his arm, and even found the massive tube of muscle inside his posing strap and adjusted its bulk, coping it openly. "What are your seniors like?" "We can work up to that," Furlong smiled cryptically. The obvious bulge in the new faculty member's dress pants told the colossal coach everything he needed to know for now. Dean Jones was doing his utmost to keep from coming down his right thigh. "I hope you don't mind me watching, David, but I'm starting to work out my budgets for next term and saw you'd requisitioned a stage?" "Yes. And video equipment. My students and I have no problem with people like yourself watching, Dr. Jones. In fact, I was going to show these men some posing routines if you like?" Dean Jones liked that a lot. "That would be amazing, Dr. Furlong." "All right, gentlemen, listen up!" Furlong's bass shook the weights, "this is Dean Jones, our new Dean of Finance. Say, 'Hello, sir!'" And everyone did exactly that. "I'm going to show you some advanced posing routines. Ryker. Fulsom. I want you on either side of me to begin. Anderson get the door. Askin - posing oil and gear. Bradcock, bring Dean Jones a chair - or better still.. Dr. Jones, all of my students are trained in the art of full-body massage. We would like to give you a demonstration, if you're interested." Dean Jones nodded, speechless. "Put me down for 'Yes' on that," he thought trying to retain some sense of reality in this Herculean haven. "Good. Bradcock. 86 the chair and bring the massage equipment, then everyone line up here! Do it!!" The room was alive with activity. With machine-like efficiency, eight adolescent musclemen ran eagerly to do their Coach's bidding. "You'll need to get more comfortable, Doctor. Jefferies, take Dr. Jones' suit coat, briefcase, shoes and tie to my office." "Right away, sir!" Before he knew what had happened. Dr. Edward Jones was seated on the edge of a large massage table. Six eager young studs were lined up in front of him, their lithe bodies at full attention for inspection. "As you all know, gentlemen, a proper massage requires two boys. Starting from left to right, sound off your last name and your body weight in pounds." "Alexander, sir. 250, sir." "Benson, sir. 220, sir." "Jacobs, sir. 260, sir." "Thomas, sir. 235, sir." "Stevens,sir. 200, sir." "James, sir. 268, sir." "Very good, gentlemen. Ryker. Fulsom." The two most muscular lads who were to pose off with Coach Furlong answered in unison, "Yes sir!" "Where are your posing straps?" "In our lockers, sir. Sorry, sir," Ryker answered a bit sheepishly. "Two hundred pushups, gentlemen. Do it!" But far from punishment, the two relished the pump their muscles would have when finished." They both began so quickly that Dean Jones quickly lost count. "Whereas a posing strap has certain esthetic advantages, gentlemen," Coach Furlong inserted his thumbs inside the black leather of his posing trunks and pulled them out to the breaking point, "some of you have no doubt experienced the joys of posing in the Greek manner." Nine gasps filled the air as Coach Furlong released the pent up monster which the boys had only whispered about. Fourteen inches of semi-hard male splendor unfurled like a spinnaker in the wind and arched outwards. The perfect uncut head kissed one flaring glute and then the other as man meats like oranges supported the great weight. No one breathed. Even Ryker and Fulsom had stopped pumping out effortless pushups to watch the unveiling. It was Dr. Furlong himself who broke the silence. "Dr. Jones. Would you care to select two able masseurs?" he asked with a wink and a smile. "You must be tired after a heavy day of accounting and a brisk massage is perfect for those tired muscles." "Uh- yes. Thank you Dr. How about James and Jacobs." The two, having been selected smiled proudly. "Good. The rest of you get your notebooks and write this down. Stevens take shorthand for Ryker. Alexander for Folsom. Benson for James and Thomas for Jacobs. Ryker and Folsom, the posing oil. Do it!" Amidst the activity, James and Jacobs approached Dean Jones who still could not believe the sheer mass of these two. What kind of program would account for such development? They each took one of Jones' feet and removed a sock. "Sir? Would you please stand up so we can remove your shirt and pants?" Dean Jones was somewhat flustered. The proximity of these two hunks was bound to push his raging hard on over the top this time. "That's alright boys. I can manage." "Sir?" Jacobs put his hand firmly but very respectfully over Jones'. "Sir. That's alright, sir. It's better if we do it."And the two stood him up as easily as a small child. Jones began to panic. Try as he might, he could not fight his erection any longer. What happened next was the most extraordinarily quick action Jones had ever seen. His belt was undone, his fly opened, his briefs pulled down and Jacob's mouth had completely devoured his 9" erection just as he shot the most uncontrollably intense orgasm of his rather parochial twenty-six years. As he continued to shoot, his ears began ringing and the echo of his voice came back to him as he started to come down from sensory overload. It was accompanied by the applause and cheers of the entire assembly. "Alright Jacobs! Way to go! James my man!" Dean Jones wondered what was going on. Suddenly the room was silent and everyone was looking to Coach Furlong. Had there been a breach of etiquette with the cheering? Was it bad form to embarrass their guest this way? Fulsom was rubbing copious amounts of oil into two boulder size buttocks and Ryker slathered the length of Furlong's gigantic cock with more oil. With another knowing wink and a smile of assurance and explanation, Coach Furlong spoke directly to Jones: "It's considered very bad form to miss the top cream, Doctor. Good job, Jacobs!!" And another round of manly approval rang out. Jacobs stood up. Jones still couldn't grasp how wide and packed with muscle the fellow's shoulders and arms were. He smiled with a handsome boyish innocence and looked deep into his Dean's confused but satiated , eyes. "It's my pleasure, sir." He hadn't missed a drop of Dean Jones' seed. Both Jacobs and James removed their own T-shirts in unison. "As we begin," James, the larger of the two offered, "Please feel free to explore any or all parts of or bodies with yours, sir." Jacobs finished the sentence. "And if there's anything at all we can do to increase your pleasure, sir, please don't hesitate to say so." As Coach Furlong's lecture about the history of body building began, Dean Jones started designing a stage in his mind. With his magic suctioning, Jacobs was coaxing more of the good Doctor's semen through a specially designed hole in the tilted massage table while James' powerful hands eased every knot and care out of his body. "The stage needs lots of lighting." Dean Jones thought as Coach Furlong demonstrated perfect penal control by willing his 18" cock to full erection and then down again without ever touching himself. "It's a technique used in the far east even today. Often the practitioner will orgasm repeatedly as a form of mind body control." "A fully equipped video studio is a must," Dean Jones enthused to himself as the incredible Dr. Furlong lifted each of his students in either hand and, holding them aloft, fucked them with his middle two fingers then helped himself to the resulting sperm by placing one man's cock and then the others gently to his lips as a display of pure brute force. James had found the secret passage to Jones' anal desire with his tongue as Jones began to formulate a list of exclusive donors and sponsors who would be willing to back such a project. Coach Furlong finished the lecture with a review of the conventional poses in western body building. Folsom and Ryker followed his lead expertly causing Jones to cream for the sixth time that evening. Dressing rooms, specially designed seating and a projection booth went on Dean Jones list as, never taking his eyes off Jones, Coach Furlong positioned the immensity of his hard cock at Ryker's prostrated asshole and then shoved the entire length to its hilt in one gut wrenching thrust. Taking advantage of Ryker's extreme vocal response to the invasion, Folsom plunged his 11'" dick down Ryker's throat. Holding the buttboy's legs while Folsom took the arms, The two assailants began fucking in unison. It's quite probable the heads of their dicks met somewhere in the middle. Furlong Auditorium is what they'd call the beautiful structure in honor of the man who inspired it - Coach David Furlong! Dean Jones was determined to understand more about this young master of muscle growth, mass and size. 2. STABLE Danny was sure that this mysterious client was still interested in him. He'd been called back to the Barnes Agency over four times now. Barnes was the best and although Danny was still relatively young, he felt he had what it took. At 6'4"", he was bigger than most of the other guys at the Agency, but his corn-fed good looks and regular workouts made him quite popular. And Danny was ambitious. His Dad and Mom had made it clear they were glad he was a model and just wanted him to strive to be the best. "Our client is still interested, Danny and that's good because he's one of the richest and most powerful men in America." Greg was the first male interviewer Danny had had at the Agency. He was stunningly handsome and carried his large frame confidently. "He's very impressed with what he's seen of you so far and wants to pursue his interests." "That's great!" Danny smiled. "Indeed. Among other things, you are in a position to becoming a very wealthy young man. There are some aspects of this job which we will need to discuss. These are matters not covered in your resumes and documentation to date." "O.K." Danny offered, a bit wary. "What are they?" Greg smiled. "Don't worry, Danny. They're not things that others wouldn't enjoy. And we have reason to believe you're one of them." "Really?" They must be very interested if they'd been checking up on him. Greg pushed some buttons on a console on his desk. A large painting disappeared and a video of an unbelievably muscular man began to play. Danny thought he knew most of the great builders but this guy was unfamiliar and huge! "This man's name is Toman. He is not only the most muscular, but by far the strongest man on the planet. If you're interested, our client would like you to train with him personally." Danny's reaction to the video was almost instantaneous. His cock doubled in size and looked for more room in the too tight jeans. "Toman is 22 years old, 7' 2" tall, 410 pounds. You're looking at 4' shoulders, 25" arms, a 60" chest, 40" thighs and 33" calves. He works for our client. Obviously, I can't tell you our client's name just yet." "Mr. X?" Danny volunteered. "Mr. G actually. Here you see Toman working out. You can see he does not pump iron, he bends it. He doesn't lift weights. He lifts busses. And he loves to crush things - bricks, logs, people." "People?" "Just kidding." Greg smiled. "He's really quite nice." "You've met him?" Greg sighed, "Oh, yes." Greg pushed a button and the picture went to gray. Danny shifted in his chair to try and conceal his huge erection. "What's he like?" Danny asked quite innocently. "In addition to his obvious attributes, he's intelligent and very - " Greg hesitated. "I have some other footage." "Good. Let's see it." Danny was like a boy who's just discovered sex. "It's graphic." "Mmm." "Danny. Part of the reason you're here is to monitor your reaction to this video." "What do you mean?" Danny crossed his legs. "It's ragingly obvious what I mean. And you're being taped." Greg said. "Mr. G. is well aware of your many gifts, Danny. And it's clear from that bulge in your pants that Toman has had quite an effect on you. The desired effect." "You mean you guys knew?" Danny uncrossed his legs gratefully. "Long before your first interview, Danny." "It's not obvious is it?" Greg smiled at the man's innocent charm. "What's obvious, Danny, is that you're a hot innocent young man with a 12" hard on. Mr. G. likes you. Toman likes you and _" "That muscle stud knows who I am?" Danny was getting excited. "Yes. Please let me finish. We have a situation where, in order to complete the transaction. Mr. G would like you to watch the rest of the video and express your appreciation of what you see in a way that - " "Excuse me, Greg. Would you get to the point?" "Mr. G wants you to jerk off on camera." "Hell, why didn't you just say so," Danny laughed. "It's not exactly the kind of thing we do here and you've never even done an X- rated film and-" "I'm doing one now," Danny stood up and started removing his shirt. "Fire up your cameras and let me see the rest of that video!" ----------------------------- The black limo-like vehicle sped to the city. Robert Gamets pushed the remote for the fourth time to watch the boy's reaction. He knew only too well what was on Toman's video that made the boy's eyes widen and his jaw go slack. But he'd never seen anyone shoot that far and so quickly except Toman himself. And Toman was RG's project. He'd developed the extraordinary growth serum that Toman had started taking only three months ago. The early results were so unbelievable that RG could barely keep up with the project. Toman quickly outgrew two labs, not to mention his clothes as he grew a foot in height and started being able to bend the weights he had started out lifting. There was so much to keep up with. Balance, flexibility, emotional stability and a sex drive that had nearly caused the death of two male technicians. Toman had simply lost control one night and - well they were better now though still somewhat traumatized. RG understood that Toman simply couldn't help himself. How to harness all that strength, drive and stamina? The perfect fighting machine? The ultimate athlete? Astronaut? Diver? Toman could handle all the extremes and more. The psychologists weren't even worried about the Narcissism or as RG saw it, self- worth. God knows it's what got the multi-billionaire where he was today. Ask any one of his wives. RG had talked about it with Toman. The mood swings, the rages. There was some imbalance. Then RG got it. "You need a son. Someone you can train, share with. But there was little time for the normal regime of parenthood and nurturing and Toman's interest in women seemed limited. He brought in a collection of photos and let Toman study them. Not at all sure if what RG was doing was for him, Toman picked Daniel S. Tabel and went back to driving rivets into metal with his fists. RG was going to take Danny to the labs personally. "Jen make sure that Daniel is ready to go please. I want the two to be alone together as quickly as possible." "Yes Mr. Gamets. ------------------- "Son. What you are doing here could be a turning point in the development of the human race. I understand you've been briefed?" "Yes sir." Danny was nervous. "Good. I've promised Toman no cameras. You two are on your own tonight. If you have any problems you can try to signal us with this ring but I can't promise you we can get to you in time." "Thank you sir," Danny was excited and nervous. "I'm sure we'll be fine." He wasn't really but the ring fit. He went down the two flights of stairs which circled to Toman's quarters and punched in the access codes on three titanium doors. "Jesus. These've gotta go," Danny frowned. There was a kind of entrance way, a kitchen area, a hall which opened into a huge laboratory gymnasium but no Toman. "Hello?" Danny called out. Lights came on The lab area was replete with computers, chairs with electrodes and looked quite hastily put together. The gym area was piled high with bent and torn metal girders, sheets and bars. Danny listened and thought he heard an explosion. Following the noise out of the lab and down another hallway, Danny could see the light of a TV reflected off the walls along the way. There were plane noises and men yelling and more bombs. Danny turned the corner and there sat Toman on a huge black leather couch. His thick arms caught Danny's eyes first. Even spread beyond the length of the couch, they were much thicker than the video had looked. Pecs as large as horse's flanks topped a chest and tomato can abs. A large white bath towel concealed the mid-section, but a huge loaf curved up from beneath. Then those thighs! The light from the war picture danced over plains and meadows of muscle. No man had skin like this. So thin the vascularity was obvious but so aglow, it looked like tanned leather. "So, my new play toy's arrived," came a voice which drowned out the soundtrack of the movie and then the movie went silent. Toman had the remote, but the picture continued to dance into the curves and bulges of molded muscle mass and definition. "Did Gamets tell you they might have me doing that?" Danny's mouth was very dry. "Sir?" "Ooo. Sir. I like that," Toman chuckled. "They want to make me some kind of Super Soldier," he explained nodding toward the television. "One of the good guys," Danny offered. Toman smiled. "Think so?" And raised his arms to flex. Massive muscle cables rose to attention. "Oh, yes, sir," Danny breathed. "You had that same expression in your video when you jerked off for me. Thanks. That's some fine equipment you're sporting. You always get a woody looking at guys with big muscles." "No sir." "Wanna show it to me?" Danny began to undress. "Slower, boy. Take your time." "Yes sir." The way Danny undressed was a study in youthful innocence. The towel over Toman's crotch began to stir and rose up abruptly. Toman reached down and lifted it off. He brought it back behind his neck and flexed some more. The material began to tear. "You've got me hard, boy. Just watchin' you strip. That's a good sign, isn't it?" "Very good, sir," Danny had never seen an eighteen inch cock before. "Think we should do something about it?" Toman pulled the towel in two just as Danny dove for his middle. He ran his lips up and down the perfect shaft with veins as thick as cable then tried for the head when a dollop of precum appeared. The involuntary whimpering noises made Toman's huge balls churn. He wondered if the lad would attempt to swallow the uncircumcised head or just keep running his tongue under the ample foreskin. It was an act of unconditional worship and Toman's first shot splattered down the TV screen, the war movie still in progress. "Mighty fine cock sucking, my man." Toman ran his hands through the thick cum on Danny's smiling face and proud glutes. He whistled appreciatively as he molded the muscular mounds with hands that could bend steel. Then as easily and gently as he might raise a bowl to his lips, Toman lifted Danny's hips and studied the thick 12" cock and sculpted balls, then with infinite care and attention started first to lick, then to kiss, then to devour. Danny had already come once when Toman had ejaculated, and this was an act of sincere, controlled desire to sample the lad's seed first hand. When it was over, Toman set the boy down like a priceless vase. "I think I'm going to like it here," sang Danny to himself as he awaited further pleasure. 3. NORLEM The Gods had smiled on Eric Of Norlen and his men this day. How his great loins stirred in anticipation of the celebration tonight. Six young Brit warriors were among the plunder and Eric would begin their training when Mars rose to witness the act. For two cycles of the moon Eric had been without someone to pump his seed into. Ordan who had grown so quickly under Eric's guidance, had been his last. And now Ordan had blossomed and was carrying on Eric's teachings. The Brits had fought well, Eric thought. Their men were quick and agile. He admired their smooth musculature and blond hair. Which one of the six he would choose for himself remained to be seen. Of course the Brits were no match for the Norlen's great size and strength. Their arrows and spears bounced off Eric's iron-hard muscles like straws in the wind. Even the snares Eric tore apart in his bare hands. And still the Brits fought gamely. Which made the taking that much easier. When his men saw a likely candidate, they would pick it up flailing in one huge hand. If it did not pass inspection, it was sent soaring into a nearby tree. Most tribes fled in fear as the Norlen left their Dragon Ships wearing only horned helmets and leather boots and cross-straps. It was said they could impale a man on their great erect penises which slapped from one mighty thigh to the other when they walked. They could overturn carts and wagons with ease and help themselves to what or who was inside. And now Eric sat cross legged on his White Bear rug. Sol had retired to the west and Mars flickered in readiness to the east. The firelight danced over Eric's mammoth oiled pecs and biceps. His burnished helmet glowed .His blond beard was trimmed. His manhood rolled off his great thigh and into the white fur. His man meats as large as fists flexed with seed. "Begin!" The six Brit warrior youths were brought before Eric by Jens. They were totally naked. Jens had taught them early on that they would not be mistreated if they behaved. The six had grown to like Jens' rough ways. He could easily overpower all six when he chose but his great laugh forged a mutual trust. They sat obediently at the giant's feet. Tonight, Jens was unusually quiet and the lads reflected his mood sensing something important was about to happen. "Master, I bring you six candidates for passage." Jens spoke in his native tongue. "Have they all had the Elixir?" Eric spoke of the secret potion all the Norlen drank. It was the catalyst to their great size and strength. Only Eric knew the correct combination of ingredients. "Yes, Master. Three days now." "And are there signs?" "In four, Master." "Show me." Gently Jens reached down and scooped up one of the youths over his forearm. In his native language, Jens spoke gently and without hesitation, the young man knelt and placed Jens' great penis in his mouth. The assembly murmured its approval. Even though the youth could barely manage the great head in his mouth, still his tongue caused the great oak to grow. Jens sighed a name and another of the initiates went immediately to Jens' ass cheeks and parted them. The rumble of the clan grew as this young soldier began to work on Jens' sizable rosebud. Two others nuzzled Jens' armpits where thick hair sprouted. The Assembly applauded loudly as the worship continued. Suddenly, Eric raised his hand and the ensemble grew quiet. Gently, Jens shook the young men loose from his body. Another had started lapping at Jens' toes but stopped on command. "Offer your manhood to Master, Aran," Jens instructed the handsome soldier who had first taken the Norlen cockhead in his mouth. Obediently the man Aran approached Eric of Norlen. Without hesitation, the youth brought his cockhead to Eric's lips. Eric dropped his jaw and the cock disappeared. Eric fondled the young man's eggs expertly and in seconds his large index finger found the lad's joy trigger. One deft stroke and the lad called his rapture to the whole assembly. It was considered a great honor to both give and take the first seed after the Elixir. It was by far the most precious and potent growth stimulant known. Eric felt its effects almost immediately.. As he arose, his 20 inch ramrod headed straight for Aran's mouth. The entire assembly sat stunned as the boy Aran slowly adjusted to the size of the member then took its entirety down his throat. This had never happened in the entire history of Norlen. Even Eric himself had only been able to manage a portion of his Master Erid at his initiation. Having gone two cycles without release, Eric was quick to unleash his seed. How quickly Aran would grow with the other secret to the Norlem's great size and strength deep inside him. Eric could actually feel the youth's smooth muscles continue to fill out as he massaged the lad's arms and shoulders. The young buck moved naturally and freely into position as Eric eased three then four fingers into the young man's chute. He had never seen anyone open so easily and eagerly. He was so intent on what he was doing that he had nearly forgotten his duty. Jens cleared his throat noisily and Eric suddenly remembered himself. "To the God Mars do we dedicate these initiates. Be it so." But no one moved. Instead all eyes were focused on Aran who was being raised so easily by Eric of Norlem. With one mighty shove, the leader's pole disappeared to the root. Only the fire roared as the two men kissed hungrily. 4. INSPECTION Worshipful Master shifted His great weight unto his left elbow. His huge muscles seemed to rumble as He moved. His intense inscrutable expression never wavered as his deep resonant voice sounded to the Prefect alone. "How many more, Prefect?" "Thirty, Worshipful Master." "No to 1 and 4. 5 to the labs. 3 for next phase." A pause. "And 2 Worshipful Master?" "Stays." "Very good." The Prefect had 1, 3, 4 and 5 escorted out. Worshipful Master stared at Jason's impressive muscular nudity. He looked at the readout. 6' 3". 23" arms. 48" chest. In training for only 4 days. "Turn around." Prefect jumped. It was very unusual for a Worshipful Master to address a human directly. Jason did as he was told. His beautiful high glutes flared magnificently as he turned. His thick 10" man meat struck his thigh when he finished. Worshipful Master's black eyes flashed and Jason felt his arms raise into a double biceps pose. The control of his body by another being was strange at first, but he knew it was foolish to try and resist. Especially as he felt his arms engorge with blood so that his veins and arteries stood out as thick as his fingers. Next, Jason's mind filled with the heat of sexual frenzy. His hard balls lowered four inches in their sac and his cock telescoped down, out and then up raising the fist sized purple head in readiness to his sternum. All this without once touching himself. His fists came to his hips and he looked surprised as a chard of cum appeared at his piss slit. His neck and vertebrae suddenly infinitely flexible, his thick full lips came down and he was tasting the salt and ooze of his own cum. Down and down his head went, impossibly filling his mouth and then throat with his own cock until he thought he might choke. He had never smelled his own thick pubic hair before. Then slowly, sensuously his lips came back up his magnificent shaft and his tongue swirled around the corona of his cockhead leaving a slick sheen of saliva and precum. Back down his head went. This time his lips found the base of his cock and he stayed there unable to breathe. "Enjoying yourself, human?" Worshipful Master asked out loud. His three naked guards chuckled. As if on cue they gathered on either side of Worshipful Master's throne-like chair. They were identical, towering eight feet in hairless, masculine display. One knelt between Worshipful Master's thighs and began to lave the immensity of the cod piece there presented with his obscene noisy tongue. The other two were having their baseball sized testicles fondled. "Up, my beauties," Worshipful Master commanded and the cocks as large as pythons began their ascent while He continued to fondle the guards balls. Jason was turning purple when Worshipful Master finally brought his attention back to the beautiful candidate. "See, if our handsome human is finished with himself, if he is fit for Barbian sex." Worshipful Master released the two giants and took the head of the third who was freeing the pressure beneath his Commander's cod piece. Jason got a brief glimpse of the immense beauty of Worshipful Master's cock just before it was swallowed up by the greedy lips of his guard. The other two guards approached Jason from either side just as he was released from the life-threatening position he had been mind-controlled into. He gasped for breath just as one of the huge guards took his head between his fists. "Suck!" came the command and Jason felt 18" of stiff Barbian cock invade his mouth while his thighs were being irresistibly pried apart from the rear. Jason wondered how his hole could possibly stretch to accomidate the size of the guard when Worshipful Master provided the answer. "Do not damage the human with your trungeons. I require him for my stable, " and Jason felt his innards go blissfully lax just as 18" of Barbian man meat invaded. For over an hour the orgy continued, the Barbians being quite capable of 10 to 15 orgasms before they begin to tire. Another look at "The Bodyguard" The Bodyguard Jamie entered Uncle Llewellyn"s office. The attorney wasn't used to receiving family at his office, unless private matters which needed his legal expertise were involved. He was mildly amused when his young nephew entered the room. The boy, although most people would call him a man - he was 23 after all - had called him, voice trembling. Llewellyn was not a true uncle of Jamie but a "godfather". It was also known that he had lots of money. Not as well known were his eccentric tastes. In everything. Jamie had been threatened by a gang of punks, who first let him build up gambling debts, and then asked ridiculous interest on the loan. Llewellyn asked for a few names and smiled when he got them.The gang was less than nothing to him. Neither Jamie nor the gang knew that Llewellyn himself was leader of a crime syndicate larger than either could imagine. There was no doubt in Llewellyn"s mind that Jamie was being used to get at him, but what made it interesting was that they had no idea what they were getting themselves involved with. They were simply after his money. They would get far more than they bargained for. Jamie was to be given a bodyguard, until this "situation" was resolved. "Come with me, Jamie. I'd like you to meet someone." Llewellyn said escorting Jamie to the back door of his office. "Sure, Uncle. Who is it?" "He's someone who's helped me in the past and can easily help you too. He's a bodybuilder of sorts, and if I'm not mistaken, he's in the gym now. Did you know I keep a private gym for my employees? Let's take the elevator please, it's faster." Llewellyn's seeming idle chat helped calm Jamie a lot. Everything would be all right now. Wasn't that what Llewellyn just said? Llewellyn opened a door which revealed a small room with a large mirror nearly covering the entire far wall. A few seats were placed around a small conference table. Llewellyn locked the door and the two waited in silence. A few minutes passed and Jamie was starting to get nervous again when the door opened and a huge men stepped sideways through it. This guy was so immense, in fact, that his size could barely be hidden by his expensive-looking custom-made suit. "Ed, shake hands with my young nephew, Jamie." Jamie stared in the coldest, steel- blue eyes he had ever seen. A rough manly face, with just a little shadow of a beard looked dispassionately at him. The calloused hand grasped him firmly, and didn't let go. Llewellyn shook his head, and Ed released his grip reluctantly. "Ed, young Jamie will be your new -ah,"employer." I'll be paying you, of course, but from now on, follow Jamie's instructions as if the were mine. "When?" Jamie shook at the resonance. "Right away. You'll stay at his house. Call me once a week and let me know how things are going." At his house? That was the last place Jamie wanted to go. "Will this guy fight for me, Uncle Llewellyn?" Jamie asked. Llewellyn smiled, "Ed will tell you all you need to know Jamie, as soon as you get home. You can leave me now. I'm a very busy man." "Thank you," Jamie said sheepishly and left with Ed. He was not at all sure this was going to work Ed walked slightly behind and at his side, opening doors for him. It made Jamie feel strange, and he had the urge to giggle of all things. He was sure if any of his debtors wanted to threaten him now, Ed would slow them down at least. Ed didn't say a thing, as he drove his car to Jamie's address When Jamie tried to talk he was politely but firmly told just to ignore Ed, who in short sentences explained that he needed all his attention to guard Jamie. Jamie just nodded and sat back. He had developed a raging hard-on which pressed uncomfortably against his leg just being in the presence of this powerful man. Ignore him! The man was like Hercules. People stared at his size. His big hands, with some hairs showing, were neatly manicured. His black hair was neatly trimmed. Jamie shook his head and tried to look outside at the passersby. They were approaching Jamie's house which was located near a big gym, where Jamie had trained for some time but he'd never seen a man anywhere near this size training there. Ed walked through the rooms, and looked around. "Secure enough," he said, sitting his huge frame on a double sofa in the living room. "Want something to drink?" Jamie asked. "Soda, thanks", Ed replied.He was removing his coat, and his shirt as Jamie entered the room again. Handing Ed a Coke, he couldn't help but look at the huge arm muscles that filled the gray T-shirt to bursting. Even larger pecs stretched the fabric. Ed grunted a thanks, and sat down again. "So, Ed," Jamie asked, "where do we go from here?" "Anywhere you want. Just make an appointment to see those guys and I'll take care off them. You want them eliminated don't you?" Ed's blue black eyes were looking straight at Jamie. "Any preferences on how you want me to do it? I'm trained in different techniques of fighting, murder and torture." Jamie nearly spat out his Coke. "You mean kill them?," he asked with a trembling voice, "Are you kidding?" Ed's gaze was unblinking. "No, I can see you're not kidding.... Man, I'd thought you could just beat them up or something" "It's way beyond that now, Jamie. Your uncle could just have paid them off, but you must realize by now it's his money they're after." "What do you mean?" "They're trying to get at him through you," Ed explained. Jamie watched that bicep peak to unbelievable proportions as Ed downed his Coke in one gulp. "But we're not that close," Jamie remarked. "We hardly see each other. And how does my uncle know you?" "Let's just say it's a matter of honor now. I've been working off and on for your uncle for some time now, and I owe him a lot. In fact, I owe him everything." After these enigmatic words, Ed wouldn't discuss Llewellyn anymore. But know this, Jamie. While I'm with you, no man lays a hand on you, unless he comes through me. And I'll kill anyone who tries." Muscles like girders in Ed's forearm rippled as he not only crushed the can, but folded it twice in one fist like a paper cup. "Jeez, you're kind of scaring me. Have you killed many guys?" "Let's say - some off this muscle has been developed with the help of other - human bodies", Ed smiled while he pressed his fingers into his right bicep. The huge muscle was flexed now, and Jamie saw the T-shirt stretch to its limit. "Man, you've got huge arms", Jamie breathed. "I'm big, and very strong," Ed remarked, "but besides that, your uncle employs me because I do what I'm told." "What do you mean?" "It's simple," Ed said a bit impatiently, "Any order your uncle gives, I obey. Any situation he wants me to go into, or anything he wants of me to do, I do. The rewards are, well let's say he does some things for me too on occasion. Nope," he added before Jamie could ask any more, "that's private too. Since he ordered me to obey you, I'll do it, but some topics are restricted. That's one of them." "You make it sound you're some kind of machine or something. A slave." Ed grinned evilly. "No, not a slave, son. I do my own thinking and obey willingly. However, the, uh, pact we made stipulates that I perform any service that I am asked to do." "Doesn't that get you into a lot of trouble? I can think off several ways that could get you into ridiculous situations", Jamie smiled. "I don't think anyone found the situations "ridiculous."?" Ed replied darkly. "Sorry, I was out of line," Jamie shuddered. "So, what now?" "Now, I want to take a shower", Ed said as he ran a hands through his hair. His biceps flared, big and veined. Ed stood up. "Don't worry kid. I'll get you through this, O.K." Jamie watched Ed's incredible bulk withdraw to the bathroom. He picked up the crumpled Coke can and tried vainly to unwrinkle it using both hands. His hard on raged as he listened to Ed shower. "Hey, got some more soap in here?" Ed called. Jamie made his way to the bathroom somewhat tentatively. The soap was in the cupboard under the sink. When he got there, his breath stopped. Ed had the shower door open - probably because of his size, Jamie thought. Humungous pecs, covered in thick black hair with nipples the size of silver dollars, rippled as Ed flexed them while reaching for the soap Jamie nearly dropped. Ed had hugely muscled thighs,and between them a cock and balls which were forcing Jamie to look down and gasp. Ed was big! "Like what you see, kid?" Ed winked, as he lathered up both hands and gave his dick a few long strokes. He put one hand behind his neck and flexed his biceps. His huge upper arm muscle moving and forming a bigger than a boulder. "Yeah, I can see that you do. You've had a rod on since we left your uncle's office. It's a dead give away, you know," he joked. Ed smiled with that same icy stare as his fist pulled on his huge cock. It rose at an astonishing rate, as his big balls dripped with soap and water. His cock was nearly hard now, and he pulled back his foreskin, slowly and sensuously showing Jamie his baseball of a cockhead as he rubbed some soap around it."Yeah, this big fucking monster has taken its toll of victims alright. It's a specialty of mine, ya know. Pussy or ass, man or woman, it just doesn't matter." "You're bi?", Jamie stammered. "Nope." Ed grinned, "I just like to rape, especially before a kill. But I have sex with whomever I want whenever I want Do you get my drift, boy?" Looking at Jamie, it was clear he meant with or without the permission of the person in question."Get over here and jerk me off. I know you want to feel it, and I need some relief." The three steps it took to get to the shower door were the longest Jamie had ever taken. He went down on his knees. "Yeah, that's good," Ed said as Jamie took a hold of the monster dick. "Now take a good grip, harder. Remember this dick can be used as a weapon when I want to. It's used to some rough handling. Harder. Beat my dick. More strength. Harder." Ed relaxed against the wall as he passively let Jamie jerk him to a climax. His huge muscles rippling, he made some fucking motions with his body. Grunting, he shot his seed into the water and down the drain."That should skim off the top cream. Not too bad kid but you need a lot more practice. That's if you want to?" Jamie, was wet now, his clothes dripping. The monster cock was still hard, standing erect, not giving any signs of softening. "Nah, that'll pass soon enough, but if I stimulate it just a little, I stay hard as a rock. Great for long 'special' sessions." Walking past Jamie, his big buttocks flexing, Jamie nearly fainted. He could not believe what had just happened.Entering the living room, a naked Ed stood there, with full erection, the towel over his neck. Both his hands were holding the ends, and the sight of this man made Jamie loose what was left of control. "You mean you'd let me jerk you off again?", he asked. "Yeah, or suck my dick. Or fuck. Anything you want. I know you wanted that from the moment you saw me. Remember. I'm yours now. I"ll fuck, rape or kill anyone or do anything you want me to do. And you are in bad need of a fuck. You want my dick up your ass, don't you? But you're scared of me. And I'm more man than you can handle, that's for sure. So get over here, and I"ll break the ice a bit for ya. Don't worry. I only break bones when I'm angry." Ed's matter of fact tone was bewildering to Jamie. "You mean, you'll fuck me if I want you to?" "I see I'll have to make it clear for you", Ed replied. Putting his hands on Jamie's chest, he tore the wet shirt away with a yank and pushed Jamie down by the shoulders."Look kid. I could break you in two like a twig if I wanted to. But like I said, I'm following your orders now. Now, do what you want to do!" he ordered as his big cockhead swayed before Jamie's eyes. Jamie attacked the cock. His hot mouth could not take in the red cockhead, he moaned as Ed flexed his muscles,and grabbed Jamie's head. "Yes, now you're starting to get it. Let yourself go. I thrive on this. Yeah, suck me, baby. God, you're so hot. Want me to fuck you now, or do you want to fuck me? Eat my ass? Get up here." Ed grabbed the much smaller Jamie and lifted him in his arms. His huge muscles covered the boy's body underneath him as he forced a kiss from Jamie, his tongue wet and demanding. Jamie grabbed the thickly muscled neck, and held on as Ed lifted one of his legs and tore Jamie's pants away like tissue, getting his cock in position. Agonizingly slowly Ed pushed and retreated, not entering Jamie's butt hole, but just stretching him. Jamie grunted when Ed pushed a bit too hard. Ed, quickly retreated and pressed his finger into the hole. As Jamie arched his back, Ed lifted the boy's hips up and swallowed Jamie's dripping cock sucking hard. Jamie shot his load. Fucking Ed's face, his semen exploded in Ed's throat. Ed sucked him dry easily, then released him and dried himself some more.Looking down on Jamie he remarked, "Tonight I'll show you what else I can do for you. Get dressed. We're going into town." Stunned but unbelievably happy, Jamie, nodded, and staggered to his room. Ed was too good to be true. He had always wanted a muscleman to do what had just happened. The way Ed took control, and made him do what he always had wanted to do, was beyond perfect. Ed was unpacking some suitcases in his room that he'd brought from Llewellyn's place. He got dressed, and loaded his Dessert Eagle. Tonight he would show Jamie what he was capable of, just as Llewellyn had ordered him to. The boy had to be shown that he could rely on Ed for all his wishes, and Ed would show him the way. Ed was told to show Jamie some 'sights' in preparation for some plans Llewellyn had. He was more than happy to oblige. Ed was wearing blue jeans, and a black, tank-top. As he walked over to Jamie he again noticed the boy stare at his arms. Flexing them he put Jamie's hands on the biceps. "Feel all you want Jamie. They're yours to command, anyway you want me." Jamie felt and asked, "May I kiss them?". Ed smirked and grabbed Jamie's head. Pressing the boy's face into his huge upper arms, he got impatient. "Don't ask boy! Do it! I know you want it rough. Bite them." Jamie bit and licked as Ed rubbed Jamie's crotch. Then he put his arm around Jamie's neck, and pulled him to his chest, choking him a little. His huge arm made crushing motions, hurting the boy's head as he sucked hard on Jamie's tongue. Jamie moaned as a large wet spot formed in his crotch. "Atta boy! Young stud came again. Now go clean up. It's late and we've got some serious fun ahead." Ed gave Jamie's crotch a final squeeze and let the boy go. In 15 minutes, they left the house. Ed drove the car to a park, about 20 minutes from Jamie's house. Getting out, he told Jamie to pick an object. "What do you mean an object?" "Simple. We're going for a walk, hunting if you will. Just tell me when you see someone you want me to beat up. I'll do it. And you can tell me how hard and cruel you want it." "Oh man. This is too weird", Jamie breathed, but was getting hard again fast.Walking beside Ed, the hunt was on. A strange sense of power flowed through Jamie as he eyed the people they passed. Anyone of them could be Ed's target if he choose. Suddenly Jamie saw a big, mean, agitated guy walking away from a young woman with raven black hair. She had a bruised face and was crying. Ed watched dispassionately as Jamie followed the man. Passing the girl, it was obvious the guy had just hit her - hard. "Are you alright Miss?" Jamie asked. What a stupid fucking question. Before he could say any more, she ran off sobbing. After a minute's hesitation, Jamie nodded to Ed. "All right," he spat. "That one!" Ed just nodded and walked up to the man who was now lighting a cigarette. Ed dropped his leather jacket. His T-shirt had no arms, and his huge biceps were showing, rippling sinewy muscle, bulging against the skin. "What the fuck're you looking at, asshole?" A startled look was the last Jamie saw of the guy's face as Ed grabbed the cigarette out his mouth then connected his fist with a sickening thunk. The man's head flew backwards, into the lamp post which clearly lighted the whole scene. As Jamie felt his bulge grow, he watched how easily Ed handled the guy. "Enjoy hitting women, shitface?" The stunned man, taking a boxing stance was jabbed once, twice. Ed was holding his punches He didn't want to end it too fast. "Harder, Ed", Jamie urged incensed. "Beat him up." Ed's huge arms were pumped now and his fist landed on the guy's face. A sharp cracking sound told Jamie that Ed had broken the bastard's nose. Blood spurted out. "What now, Jamie?" Ed wondered. He was not even breathing heavily, as he kicked the man's legs out from underneath him. With a heavy thud the man fell. "Want me to break some bones? Want me to make him bleed some more?" He kicked again, but not too hard, just on the lower ribs. He didn't want to take the man out yet. "Yeah, Ed. Give it to him." Jamie was rubbing his crotch and wanted to jerk off. Ed nodded and taking his time kicked hard as the man tried to get up. His boot connected solidly with the rib cage and two distinct cracks told of more broken ribs. The man collapsed unto his back now and Ed casually sat down on top of him.Jamie got closer as Ed started to methodically beat the crap out of the man, his legs pinning the arms to the ground, his weight on the man's chest. "Want me to hit him again?", Ed asked and hit the guy in the face again. Blood shot out as Ed's blow nearly broke the man's jaw. Damn! Not too hard.The guy was going too fast. "Move in. You'll like this." Ed dug his massive hands into the guy's upper arm and shoulder. It sounded like a Christmas turkey as Ed deftly pulled the guy's arm out of his shoulder socket causing a painful bellow. A rabbit punch broke a clavicle. He gave him a 1,2,3 punch and pulled the man's head up into his crotch.Looking at Jamie he flexed his arm, clearly enjoying the boy's startled look as he flipped the guy over and his hugely pumped, freaky biceps wrapped around the man's tender throat. "Break his neck?" he asked, looking straight at Jamie's face, and flexed hard. Ed pulled down the front of his jeans with a swipe of his hand. Ed's baseball bat of a cock flared out. "I can split him in two with this for ya." The man pulled against the arm which held him in an iron vice, his face turning redder. Jamie's eyes were clouded as his orgasm built faster than ever. Ed smiled and looked down, flexing harder, his rock hard biceps nearly crushing the man's neck. His pumped veins stood out There was a little sweat on his arm so Jamie saw the muscles move underneath the skin. The man started the fight harder, unable to breath at all now. "I'm choking him for you Jamie. See him struggle for you? I'll break his neck if you want. Want me to kill him now for you? Just come for me Jamie, come on. Do it! Give your seed to me." Jamie got closer, and pressed his dick against Ed's choking arm. He wanted to feel the strength, the hardness of the muscles."That's it, cum Jamie, cum. Rub your dick against my huge arm. I'll make you come, baby." Jamie took out his hard cock and stepped up closer. Ed released the choke for a second, and pushed Jamie's cock between his arm and the man's neck. He rammed his own pole along the other side The man gasped for air, getting the chance to fill his lungs. He tried to struggle free, but Ed had anticipated his moves, and held him still. The increased pressure tortured Jamie's cock to orgasm. As Jamie arched his back, Ed pulled harder and nearly crushed the cock between the neck and his biceps. "Yes! Do it!" Jamie sobbed. With a cracking sound the larynx was crushed and Jamie came while the man started to spasm in Ed's death grip. In the middle of Jamie's orgasm Ed pulled hard, holding that level of pressure and broke the man's neck. The snap sent Jamie's orgasm still higher. He was shooting his load now, holding onto Ed's huge, rock hard body.When Jamie looked up next, he saw Ed lick the big load of seed from his biceps. His hand behind his neck, he licked the freaky muscle, flexing his biceps as he did so. He swallowed the cum as his eyes looked sultrily at Jamie. The boy dove for the huge cockhead. Jamie devoured the colossal head and only then did Ed shoot cupfuls of hot semen into Jamie's gullet. Ed pulled Jamie towards him and wrapped his wet arm around Jamie's head, the seedy biceps wet with Ed's saliva over Jamie's mouth. Jamie grunted and licked, biting down on the solid muscle. Ed flexed in response and held Jamie in an iron vice. Ed's other hand groped Jamie's crotch and squeezed the cum from the dripping cockhead. "Eat my muscle Jamie. I can take it, bite down. Hard!" Jamie's knees buckled as he felt Ed's cock press against his backside. "Yeah, that was great Jamie. Told you I'd show you what I can do for you. You learn fast Now do you understand?" Jamie was shocked and trembling. The whole scene had taken place as if he had been watching a movie. Only as he had touched Ed and his cock was crushed by this giant man's strength, had he become fully aware of the situation. What was worse, he had orgasmed more intensely than ever in his life. What kind of freak was he? At his feet the man was dead. "You understand now." Jamie cried like a baby and Ed hugged him tight, those great arms protecting him. "We'd better get you out of here," Ed mopped away a tear with his finger "But what about--" "It's being taken care of." Among other things, Jamie had learned not to ask questions. Neither man spoke all the way home. "You sleep with me tonight,"Jamie announced. "In there. Is that O.K?" "Sure." "I want you to do something." "Just name it." Jamie fell asleep, his legs over Ed's shoulders. The muscle giant was stretching the beautiful ass first with one finger, then two. He reached for more lubricant. and I've beefed up "BOSS" BOSS The demonstration was scheduled for 10 A.M. All the top brass were there. 10 of my best men and I were to go up against one man - a new type of super soldier designed to advance the cause of conventional warfare dramatically. BOSS: Bioenhanced Octoplasmic Super Soldier. Top secret. Very tough. This was all the information I had. We could use any weapons we chose: guns, knives, garrotes, grenades, the works. He came into the arena unarmed. When I first saw him, I was stunned. He stood around 6' 4". He had a perfectly developed upper body and very macho, serious but handsome face to match. He wore snug-fitting khaki shorts, army socks and a new kind of boot. Nothing else, not even a knife. His thighs and calves were far thicker and more muscular than average. A real lady killer.... "-not our intention to humiliate or permanently disable Captain Mulhurt or his men. I think you will see gentlemen-" this was some geek scientist who was pumping the brass "-could easily kill all ten in a matter of seconds." "Sure, rub it in asshole," Wesson rumbled under his breath. I'll see you outside Doilies." (Our local gay bar). "Captain Mulhurt has orders to kill BOSS - if he can." "After I wring your pencil neck, penis breath," Folger spoke so most of us could hear. I watched this amazing creature prepare his stance. For some young guy who was about to go up against 10 of the best trained Marines in the business, he looked unnervingly cool. He seemed to be most interested in me as my men moved into position. "Ready, Gentlemen?" MC2 wanted to know. I nodded grimly, not at all certain. The feeling was bad. "Begin." Kurt and Gory opened fire immediately but suddenly the target had disappeared. I did see a blur of activity to my right and the butts of two M1166's fly up. Kurt and Gory were on the ground unconscious. BOSS had the two M1166's in either arm. With a shit-licking leer, he began firing with both guns at once. I managed to draw my handgun but it flew out of my grasp painfully. Tracing a deadly path of bullets into an ever-tightening V, BOSS forced us closer and closer together. Bullets hit hips tearing leather belts like tissue paper. Bullets hit gun holsters and knife sheaths ripping them away like rockets. BOSS stood, legs apart in a brazen sexual display and squeezed both triggers while dirt and bullets ricochet around us like a spray of deadly cum and offal. All the while, he stared straight at me, emptying those guns orgasmically, never killing a soul. Suddenly the noise stopped. My men stood stunned. I stood straight and mad. Kowalski caught my mood. He charged like a bull. His body flew up and landed 30 feet away in a limp pile. He was unconscious at least. BOSS held the M1166's by the barrels, butts on the ground. He bent those two stocks like licorice, the bending metal wrenched in protest. Now BOSS moved forward. We retreated, but not before he caught 2 by the scruff of the neck and brought them head on into two other skulls. 4 men gone in one offhand gesture. I really didn't like this. BOSS eyed the four remaining with that same cool, almost disinterested stare. Harrison made a run for it. BOSS picked up the remains of a rifle and flung it. It caught Harrison with a sickening thunk before he could get 15 feet. Boyce charged noisily. He was caught in a simple but very painful Kung Fu hold which brought him groaning to his knees. Pressure was being applied mercilessly to his wrist. Boyce's jaw dropped uncontrollably as a bellow of pain gargled obscenely. BOSS bent back a finger and the entire company winced with the snap. BOSS had worked his now-bulging crotch noticeably nearer Boyce's pain-smeared face. He watched me and grinned, his back to the audience, as he planted one foot on Boyce's crotch and the other behind Boyce's back. He straddled the agonized soldier. The message was clear. BOSS was getting blown. Carlton could stand this no longer. He attacked. A rabbit punch finished Boyce mercifully and Carlton was straight armed with BOSS's left battering ram as he landed. BOSS held him at arms length, swinging his arms and feet uselessly like a big brother might his little sister. BOSS held the 230 pound Carlton easily off the ground and stared at me. Once again, that shit-licking grin put me down. BOSS spun Carlton around and his huge muscle of a forearm was under his throat choking him mercilessly. "I'll just tear your head off and your sergeant and I can watch the blood spurt," BOSS hissed in Carlton's ear. "No." Carlton gagged. "How about this then asshole. I've got 14 thick inches for your hot ass." He made his point by dry humping Carlton. "Tell me you want it all," The bullied Carlton's face was beet red. He could get no air. His arms flailed and he went limp just as I landed. My specialty was the garrote. I landed on BOSS's back like a panther. It was rock. I pulled that glass-studded piano wire so tight my fingers bled but there was no neck. Instead, there was a leather boot and incredible pain. "Enough," I heard General Belcher cry and I blacked out. ------ ----------------------------------------------------------- There was nothing back at the barracks. 7 of my best men were in the infirmary. The other three sat around in shock. The brass had been most congratulatory. My reputation still held as far as they were concerned. We would be well-paid for our efforts and bull shit, bull shit. It was just progress. There was always a place for real fighting men and blah blah ....This high-tech flash was just a bit of posturing. Too expensive. I was numb. I thanked the three survivors. We'd visit the others tomorrow: Lets do bed. Hand at my mouth. Knee at my back. Both arms pinned. "Now I finish what I started this afternoon." It was Him! BOSS! He's on my back. Very heavy. "How'd you get in here?" I growl. "I've been here for an hour." "The hell you have, asshole!" I would have heard him. Extreme pain. Shooting. His knee starting to crack vertebrae. "Do you want to argue about it?" he questions sadistically. I see white. Cry out. "No! Jesus. Alright. You win." He eases off. I think I may still have a spine left. "What've you been doing for an hour?" "Playing detective". My bed light goes on and I blanch. I have porno and sex toys under lock and key in the basement. Heavy stuff. It's good for a hand job on a lonely night. He's got it taped around the bedroom walls and the toys are right by my nose. "Big Jeff Stryker fan I see Sergeant," he muses. Now he's down whispering in my ear. "Quite an active fantasy life, I see Sergeant. Like to suck his huge dick, Sergeant? Take it up the ass Sergeant?" The pain is back, threatening. "No way," I lie. "Oooo Sargey, careful your nose doesn't grow longer on you... like your dick is." through clenched teeth. "Liar! You dig the pain. Big tough marine. Special Services. Killed 46 men in Nam. Award of Merit. Killing make you hard, Sergeant?" The pain teeters. Excruciating. "Ughhhhhh." "I haven't got time, Sergeant. Answer your superior! Killing get you hard?" It sure as fuck did but I wasn't about to tell him that! Until I could feel the same two vertebrae begin to groan under the pressure of his knee again. "You've got exactly five seconds before I break your back Sergeant." I wanted to call his bluff, but I wasn't all that sure he was bluffing. "All right, we'll go at it your way, Sergeant!" "Yes!" I gasped. "Good. That's the way I want you - hard." With the ease I might flip over a pillow, BOSS has me on my back, one hand at the small of my spine massaging those threatened vertebrae, the other at my crotch doing the same to my khakis. But it's more than massaging. Much more. It's more like vibrating with his fingers. I've never felt anything so good! I'm ready to shoot in an instant. I groan uncontrollably. "Don't worry. You're going to come all over the room, but not yet ." I'm gasping with ultimate pleasure. "How in the hell do you do that?" I gurgle thinking its some kind of supersonic movement of his fingers. He sits back on his haunches grinning a shit licker. "You ain't seen nothing yet." He stares steadily into my eyes. "I want you real bad, Sergeant." "Why don't you just take me then?" I wonder what he's getting at. "If it was anybody else, I would." He's hesitating. I can't figure out why. Suddenly, he grabs my hand and forces it palm forward into his crotch. There is something immense and steaming underneath the thick khaki material. He is staring straight into my eyes as he draws my hand up and up. "Holy shit!" I can think of nothing else to say. Slowly, steadily, he unbuttons just two of the buttons which are straining at the front of his khakis. Inside, a pole of throbbing muscle which must be his cock surges to get out. Frightened, I pull my hand away. He grins and plants two hams of hands around his waist. I actually hear the material begin to rip like those old Incredible Hulk movies except this is his cock! Slowly, inexorably, it emerges tearing away the khakis as it bursts free. So now I‚m staring down the barrel of a fourteen inch bazooka. I really am speechless. "You see what I mean?" he asks. "Oh, Jesus, yeah!" is all I can manage. The head, perfectly shaped is larger than a hand grenade. It is nuzzling around my head quite capable of moving like a curious python. "Mmm. I like the feel of your beard, Sergeant." For several minutes, the mighty head rasps against my five o'clock shadow and eventually comes to rest at my lips like a knob on the gateway to paradise. With one word, the sex began. "Open." I dropped my jaw and my mouth was filled. The head of his cock swam in concert with my tongue. He seemed to be enjoying it but his expression was more of clinical curiosity. "You like my cock, Sergeant?" I knodded like you do when you're at the dentist. "I could easily kill you with it, like this," and the head went down my throat cutting off my air entirely. I tried to relax knowing that struggling would be a waste of energy. He waited . "It could burst open your skull with its sheer size." This fellow definitely had a sadistic side. Still no air. I stared into his eyes. I could start to feel my pulse. "I can piss acid at will. It's a uric base. Extremely corrosive. Shall I?" This was no longer fun. What color was I? He cocked his head. Should I try and slug him. Kidney punch? If I blacked out would it end this way? Impaled by the strongest, hottest man on the planet? Why not. Something happened very fast. His mouth was over mine and my lungs were inflating, up and down very fast. And my head was spinning and I started to spasm and suddenly I shot cum all over the bed and everywhere. What in the hell was going on? He took his mouth off of mine, smiling. "What'd I tell you?" "Jesus Fucki-" but he stopped me and just wagged his finger in my face. "Tsk. Tsk." and I simmered down. "You are my Stradavarius and I play you very well. Always trust me, Sergeant." I knodded. "Good. Do you want to play me?" I knodded again. "Tell me how to begin." I told him to sit up straight. "Get out of that shirt, but don't use your hands." He hesitated, then laughed out loud. I watched his amazing pecs undulate. His shoulders rose like towering mountains. "Now the lats," I coached him. No material on earth could withstand that flare. Buttons shot out, the seams all gave way to ripped slabs of iron hard - what?, his arms raised into a double bicep pose, his sleeves turned into rags and I got another hard on. "Incredible!" was all I could muster. "How big are these guns?" "As big as you'd like 'em, Sergeant. 28? 30? Say when." God I had a lot to learn about this guy. But now I changed my mood as fast as he had. I locked eyes with him and at the same time reached for a jar of lubricant which I knew was on the table by my bed unless he'd moved it when I was sleeping. Never taking my eyes off his, I opened the lid and reached in with four fingers. As much as I wanted to admire the thick ointment going on his huge pole I did it all by touch, never blinking once. By the time I'd done his balls as large as oranges, his hips began to undulate in rhythm with my stroking and gradually I found signs of where the best sensation was by the expression on his face. He moved like the lithest of male dancers now, his brows furled in ecstacy, his jaw went slack, every muscle in his upper body peaked and he finally lost it. We broke eye contact as he left the planet and the first jettison of cum spattered the headboard. I lost count of how often he shot, but the taste of the warm creamy ooze was arousing. He came crashing down over top of me. "You bugger," he swore, "Who can resist the simple pleasures.." I twisted his arm around behind him and wrapped his hand around my rod. "Not me," I pointed out. "O.K. hotshot," he responded, "You are getting the blowjob of the Millenium." "Non - life threatening, I hope." "Wuss," he came back. "Oh, but first.." and I reached under the bed and grabbed the phone book. It weighed a ton. I handed it to him. He stared at it and then grabbed it and tore it in two like it was Kleenex and threw it across the room "Fuck off. Next you'll have me blowing up hot water bottles!" "There's one under the bed," I quipped. "Wrong. We both know what's under the bed, Mulhurt," and he plunged his fist right through the matress. "What is it? What is it?" he teased. I drew a blank then heard the chain. "Oh, fuck me!" "Handcuffs!" we chimed in together. Those went back a few years ... "Sorry. No key. And take it easy on my bed, will you?" "Didn't I tell you? We're getting a new bed." "When?" "Soon. And that key won't be necessary.." he chuckled simply pulling the metal apart. "Care to fuck, Captain?" (More coming) JTH