Mr. ASIA Challenge by PecMan & RIPP Warning! Tis story is for adults only. It contains descriptions of sex between consulting adults. If you are under 18, do not read further Warning! Finally, a day off. And not a bad day at that. The beginning of Fall had not yet hit the beach and you planned to enjoy every hour you could sunning yourself and showing off. The beach is the only place where you could run around half naked in public and no one could stop you. But, today is your day. You are the center of attention. You are wearing your new black posing trunks, perfect for showing off your tanned, massive bod. Your muscle punk friends are with you and a few new guy's from your gym that want to be muscle punks are there too. One of the newer guy's, who is in his mid-20's, joins the group and say's that he has a large cooler in the back of his jeep, full of beer and ice. He asks if someone could help him carry it to the beach. You look up from your chair and see that he is staring straight at you - you get the hint and say "Yeah, I'll help you." Walking to the jeep you can see from behind your tinted sun glasses that everyone is looking at you. The girls lusting after you. The guy's, some envious of your bulging muscles, wishing they could be that big, others, also lusting after you. You smile and say to yourself "Man, I'm the fuckin king of the beach!" You also notice that the new guy is staring at you as you make your way to the jeep. You casually flex your pecs and run your hands through your hair - giving you a chance to flex your pythons. You can tell by the new guy's bulging eyes that he is in awe. As you reach the jeep the new guy tells you "Ripp man, you are the biggest guy I have ever seen. Could I see a double bicep." You give the guy a half smile and then raise your arms and flex. The new guy's eyes bug out in fascination "Wow, man, their huge! Can I feel them." You tell him yeah. He reaches up with both hands and feels each python. Each bicep is as big as a baseball and as hard as steel. He then moves his hands to your triceps and comments on how huge they are and their definition. After a few minutes, you lower your arms and the new guy gives you this look - like a baby that had candy taken away from him. You tell him "Hey dude, there's some thirsty people on the beach." The new guy shakes his head as if he just came out of a trance. "Sorry, man." He begins to reach for the cooler and you tell him that you'll take care of it. You reach down and wrap a bear hug around the cooler with your massive arms. You lift the cooler out of the jeep and begin to walk down the beach - the new guy once again staring at you in awe. As the day goes on, you have fun swimming, flexing and wrestling with your muscle punk friends. As early evening approaches, the beach begins to empty of people. One by one your muscle punk friends begin to leave until it is just you and the new guy on the beach. By this time it is getting pretty dark and you notice a third person walking near the water. He looks pretty big or maybe it's just the shadows. As you are watching this guy, the new guy asks if you would have one more beer before he takes off. You tell him sure, but you do not notice him drop a small white tablet into your beer. Half way through the beer you begin to feel dizzy, but you blame it on too much sun and to many beers. The new guy asks if you are ok. When you look at him, you see several images of the new guy. You get to your feet, but you feel dizzy and weak. By this time the guy near the water is standing in front of you. You can tell he is big, but cannot clearly see him. The new guy talks first. "Ripp man, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Mr. Asia. He is the heavy weight bodybuilding champion of all of Asia. He is also a champion wrestler and kickboxer - and he's never been defeated in any of these sports." "Mr. Asia saw you at the gym the other night and commented to me on how massive your muscles are and how strong you were lifting all of that weight, set after set. So, he asked me to put this little party together." You look at the images of the new guy and ask what party. "The party in which Mr. Asia is going to crush every muscle in that massive body of yours." "Fuck you, no one's going to crush me." Mr. Asia moves right in front of you and throws several punches to your chest, nothing to hurt you, but just enough to stun your upper body. Mr. Asia moves even closer to you "Nice pecs Muscle Boy." suddenly, you feel his massive fingers jab deep into the sides of your thick muscular pecs. You grab his wrists, but before you can muscle his hands off of you, he clamps his thumbs directly above each of your nipples and begins to twist them deeper and deeper into the meat of your pecs. No one has ever been able to put such a crushing double pec claw on you before. As the crushing pain shoots through your chest, you become aroused at the musculature of his arms and the awesome strength of his hands. You begin to fantasies about what his muscular body could do to you, but your fantasy is short lived. Mr. Asia begins to raise his arms and your massive body into the air. The crushing pain of his double pec claw is amplified by your 258 lbs. pulling towards the earth. Off to the side you can hear the new guy yelling with joy "Crush em, crush those fucken pecs. Yeah, Ripp man, Mr. Muscle Stud, ha!, ha!, Mr. Asia has your number now!." There is nothing you can do. The pec claw holds are so crushing that you become short of breath. Mr. Asia knows the affect that his double pec air claw has on his opponents and before you pass out, he let's go of you and your massive bod crashes to the sand. Before you can catch your breath, Mr. Asia reaches down and places the palms of his hands on each side of your head and pulls you to your feet. Using his kickboxing skills, he lets loose a barrage of knee kicks to your abs - using his right knee then his left, changing with each hit. Your bulging bricks take one hell of a beating. After several minutes of torturing your torso, he let's you fall to the sand again. The new guy is yelling for Mr. Asia to finish you off, to crush the remaining life out of you. Mr. Asia say's nothing as he gets down on his knees and then pulls you up into a sitting position, your back against his chest, his muscular pecs resting on your massive shoulders - you can feel his heat. He lay's his massive arms on your chest and begins to brush the sand off your bulging thighs. You feel the heat of two muscular stud's touching each other. The weight of his muscular arms against your chest - you become aroused. He moves his hands up to your abs and continues to brush the sand off, occasionally brushing your crotch. You move your hands up to his massive arms and feel his bulging pythons, his massive power. He pushes your hands away and your arms fall to your sides. He then moves up to your pecs, the pain of his double pec claws still pulsing through your muscles. As he finishes brushing the sand off your pecs you can feel the heat of his breath on your right ear. "I'm not going to finish him yet." Mr. Asia tells the new guy. "I'm going to take him back to my Pit - let my muscle slaves work him over and then, offer him the chose of becoming one of my slaves or be crushed to death, by me." Mr. Asia then wraps his muscular arms around your head in a crushing sleeper hold, his biceps pinching your neck. Mr. Asia whispers into your ear "Don't struggle. In a few seconds it will all be over." As your world goes black, you fantasies about what the Pit has in store for you. Chapter Two You begin to waken, everything is dark, you can smell leather and sweat, you hear a clanging noise. As you fully wake up, you realize that there is a leather mask over your entire head. The smell of your hot breath, leather and sweat arousing you. You feel your arms pulled tight over your head, bound with steel chains. Your legs pulled apart, also bound by chains. Your entire body has a strange feeling to it. You hear a latch of a door open and the sound of several muffled feet. This sound is familiar to you. After a few seconds, you realize it's the sound of wrestling shoes walking on a wrestling mat. It then hits you. You are in the Pit! You hear someone walk towards you. You flex your entire body, not knowing what will happen next. You then hear Mr. Asia's voice next to you. "Don't worry Muscle Boy, the fun doesn't start yet." You know this guy is out to destroy you, but you also feel he would never lie to you, so you relax your muscles, saving your strength for what lies ahead of you. Mr. Asia then pulls the leather mask off your head. Standing in front of you is this massive tower of muscle. Your first clear look of Mr. Asia. His entire body is encased in a black lycra jump suit and black wrestling shoes. Every muscle pushing against the fabric - looking like a comic book super hero. Your entire body shivers, thinking of the muscle battle that will decide your fate. Mr. Asia reaches up and caresses your right pec, still tender from the pec claw. You look down and realize why your body feels strange - you have been completely shaved. Gone are your black posing trunks and in it's place is a black leather cod piece with silver metal spikes. Your feet are bare. Mr. Asia steps aside, across the room you see four muscular studs. Each one massive in his own right. All with black leather, metal studded, cod pieces and black wrestling shoes. "Let me introduce you to my muscle slaves." Mr. Asia say's. He snaps his finger and two identical twins come forward. "These are the Storm brothers. They were my first muscle slaves. I picked them up at a male strip club. They performed this wrestling routine where they would rip each others cloths off until they were down to their G-strings. After their show I challenged both of them to a two-on-one muscle match, no rules. If they were able to crush me, I would fork over a thousand dollars to each one. I let them play with me for awhile, but then... well, as you can see, they are mine now." Mr. Asia waves them back and then points to the third muscle stud. He looks very young. "This is Private Bear Hug." "He's 6'1" with 290 lbs. of bone crushing muscle." "Private Bear Hug is the Marine Corp.'s heavy weight wrestling champion and undefeated, that is until he met me." "I was at the International Wrestling Championships a couple of months ago when I spotted him. His cocky attitude and those muscles bulging from his singlet really turned me on. I knew that I had to have him as part of my muscle collection. He seemed to enjoy muscling his opponents on the mat until they were exhausted and then pinning them. I found out from some of his Marine buddies that after the wrestling matches, he would go to the locker room of the opposing team and challenge each wrestler to a bear hug contest. He would let his opponent put a bear hug on him first. There was a five minute time limit. If the opponent could force a submittal from the Private, he was the winner. If not, the Private got to slap a bear hug on the opponent. Few survived past the two minute mark. The Private really enjoyed bear hugging the bigger, muscular wrestlers. Even after a submission he would continue to muscle them until they completely passed out." "After he won the heavy weight championship, I met up with the Private in the locker room. It was just the two of us. I told him that I heard he was Mr. Hot Shit with his bear hugs and challenged him. I let him put his bear hug on me first. As he squeezed me, I would pretend I was in intense pain and would scream. Right as he thought he was about to get a submittal out of me, I flex my entire upper body and broke his grip. I then slapped my hug on the Private. I wrapped my arms around his massive upper chest, making sure that the heads of my biceps were against his lats, and then I began to slowly squeeze him, taking great pleasure in crushing him. After three minutes, his body went limp and he passed out. I threw the Private over my shoulder and walked out the back door. The Private never had the chance to pick up his trophy." "The fourth guy is a kickboxing champion . I crushed him in Bangkok last summer. As you can see, his legs are very thick with muscle. This is from the kickboxing as well as his hobby of wrapping his legs around the bulging abdominal bricks of young muscle studs, like yourself, and then slowly crushing each brick and finally, breaking your back." "Well, muscle boy, if you happen to survive the muscle thrashing that my slaves subject you too, you will face me. As I have said before, I will give you two options. One, to submit and become my fifth muscle slave and take care of my every need, or, face me in the ultimate muscle match where I will take great pleasure in slowly crushing each of your muscles to destruction. Mr. Asia releases you from your chains and walks away. The four muscle slaves move forward and begin to circle you. The kickboxing slave moves towards you first and he is the first to speak. He says to you, "Let me tell you how we are going to crush you off into a pile of mutilated mass I get the pleasure of starting. I get to kick your sorry ass by myself for 5 minutes, then good ole' Private Bear Hug will join in, then after a while of two, there will be three then four. Believe me, I am going to enjoy this, cuz I was the last one to join this army of muscle and I had to go through the same torturous hell. Now that I am on the thrashing end, hang onto your ass and anything else you might value." With this he pulls you to your feet only to drop two spontaneous powerful round houses to your mid section that causes you to fall to the ground in a pile. As you sit crouched over he straddles your shoulders and crushes your head between his legs. You grab them trying to release some pressure he just laughs loudly, squeezes harder and jumps about five steps back, exposing your back to what will follow. He then lands many painful blows with a double hammer fist to your back and lats still maintaining a crushing hold on your head. He then releases you and you fall face first to the mat. He then drives his knees into your back, stands up and pulls you to your feet. At which point Private BH joins in. The kickboxer moves behind you and muscles a full nelson onto you, your massive arms thrust above your head. Private BH moves in front of you. You can feel the heat from his 290 lbs. of bone crushing muscle. He runs his hands over your sweat covered muscular body. "Yeah, I really get into crushing muscle guy's and I'm really going to enjoy bear hugging your thick muscular chest." Private BH moves his hands down to your abs feeling each massive brick bulging underneath your skin. "Well, muscle boy, how strong are your abs today." Private BH begins to rub his abs against yours. You can feel their power. These are the abs that have out muscled and crushed dozens of heavy weight wrestlers around the world. He finally moves into position, each of his muscular bricks against yours. He then raises his arms into a double bicep flex. "These monsters are going to crush your lower back and abs against my wall of steel bricks, then, after crippling your lower body I'll move up to your chest. I'll wrap my arms around your upper chest, making sure that my massive biceps dig deep into your lats and then I'll squeeze your chest against my iron pecs. Your punnie muscles will be crushed in a matter of seconds. After I get finished with you Muscle Boy, there won't be anything left for the twins to play with." Private BH proceeds to follow thru with his words of destruction. He wraps his massive arms around your lower back and begins to tighten like a Boa constrictor on it's prey. You try to struggle and break free but you realize it is no use. Private BH has his bear hug locked in and Mr. kickboxer is still applying pressure to your arms and neck with his full-nelson. As Private BH continues to tighten his hold, Mr. kickboxer releases the full-nelson, your arms fall to your side limp as noodles. Just as you are feeling at some relief, Mr. kickboxer begins his pounding spree again on your lats and back. hitting you with his massive forearms and getting in a few kicks. All this time Private BH strengthens his hold. You can feel nothing in your legs at all and wonder if they are still there. Private BH finally releases some pressure off from your back and allows you to slither down only to have him reapply the same tortuous pressure to your upper back now crushing your chest as promised. Once he has the hold locked in, he falls to the mat on his back exposing your entire back to what will come next. As he maintains his hold. Mr. Kickboxer sits down square in the middle of your back putting pressure on your weakened and useless lower back and abs. He then grabs your legs that have lost all circulation and have no strength left in them. He proceeds to use your legs for ribbon and bow tying practice, maneuvering them in ways you never knew possible. Then out of the blue he stands up and backs off. As he backs off you sense two more massive figures approaching, one on either side of you. You think OH GOD it is the Storm Brothers. They reach down and each grab one arm, at which time Private BH finally releases his hold on you. They pull you gently to your feet, having to support you the whole way because your gigantic mass is of no use at this point in the game. You wonder if they are here to help you or if they are going to continue the punishment that Mr. Asia had so ordered. You soon get your answer as they begin to throw powerful knee thrushes into your abs, taking turns doing so and enjoying every painful blow. As they continue to work your front side Mr. Kickboxer once again pounds on your back. Private BH just stands in front of you with a glaring look in his eyes and a killer smile on his face. Then he lays down in front of you. This you can not figure out. Then you are shown the next trick of the day. The twins gracefully lay you down placing your head comfortable on one of Private BH massive thighs only to have him draw them together with your head in between. As Private BH squeezes your brains out, the other three enjoy a free for all on the rest of your weakened body, kicking, jumping, kneeing you, tying your arms and legs into pretzels. As you near unconsciousness, Private BH release his hold and all the thrashing ceases. Then the four of them lift you up and cradle you in there outstretched arms serving you to their master Mr. Asia. As he approaches he utters only a few words to you. "Are you or are you not my newest slave?" It takes all your remaining strength to raise your head. You utterly hate this man, but you know that there is no way you can defeat him now. Your massive, hard, strong, ripped muscles have taken an awesome beating. You look into his eyes and say "See Master, I am yours". Mr. Asia lets out a thunders "YESSSSSSSSSSSS" that echo's off all the walls. He orders the other four slaves to lay you on the ground and leave the room. After the slaves have left, Mr. Asia leans down and grabs your leather studed cod piece and slightly squeezes it. "I own you know. What ever I command, you will obey. Is that clear?" "Yes Master." you say. Mr. Asia then rips the cod piece from your body, exposing every inch of your sweat covered muscles. Mr. Asia rises and stands at your feet. His intense black eyes staring at your naked body. You can feel his stare moving across your muscles, your body begins to react, your cock begins to move across your sweaty groin. With your mind you try to stop it, but you have no control. You begin to imagine what Mr. Asia see's, a massively pumped muscle studs body stretched out before him, every muscle completely crushed. He knows that your once super strong body is completely exhausted and will not be able to resist what he has in store for you. Mr. Asia then begins to rip off his skin tight black body suit, revealing the most awesome bronzed ripped muscles you have ever seen. He stands over you completely naked, not a hair, mark or blemish on his massive frame. His bronzed cock is thick and completely hard - the weapon that will finish you off. He begins to flex his massive pecs, the muscles rippling underneath his tight skin. Your cock growing thicker and thicker. Your mind trying to control your body, but to no avail. Mr. Asia then begins a series of poses, his muscles pumped to the max. He is enjoying his private posing session and you are his captive audience. Your cock is now fully erect, waiting to do battle, man against man. Your body is completely out of control and it is begging to be touched by his massive hands. Your thoughts become clouded. You feel like a drug has taken over your mind. Your mind and body are becoming one, but this time with the dark desire of being completely controlled by your new master. You realize that this IS the ultimate muscle stud and that he plans to completely crush you. Mr. Asia finishes his posing and then falls to his knees. His massive thighs touching yours. Super hot sweat dripping from his crotch onto yours. He places his hands on your thick pecs and lowers his upper body to your chest, he then flexes his arms pushing his upper body back up, repeating this several times as if he were doing push ups. His massive weight crushing your chest, yet at the same time feeling erotic. After several reps he finally lay's his entire body onto of yours - pecs against pecs, abs against abs and crotch against crotch. Mr. Asia's massive body encasing your massive body in sweaty, bronzed muscle. Your body is totally covered and immobilized by this ultimate muscle stud. His body heat overwhelming you. He begins to kiss and suck on your thickly muscled neck, your body begins to quiver. After several minutes of this erotic torture, Mr. Asia pulls his body further up onto your chest. He then forces his massive right hand behind your head, raising it, forcing your face into his thick muscular left pec. The manly smell of another man's muscle, the sweat and body heat are too much for you. As you loose consciousness, you feel your cock explode with a massive load. Several months have passed now. Mr. Asia keeps you locked up in a steel cage in the middle of the Pit, only letting you out to match you against one of the other slaves in muscle crushing contests and to lift weights. He has you on a steroid diet and you are bigger and more defined then when you were first enslaved. You are also his favorite muscle sex toy and he uses you almost nightly. Soon you will be released as a scout, to cruise the gyms and bars to look for other muscle studs to crush and for Mr. Asia to enslave. THE END!