Sirens were wailing ceaselessly, superhuman inmates and 
regular folks equally screaming, guards and officials running 
everywhere without even seeming to know where to, red lights 
flashing at every corner: M01 had been not only literally shaken.
    In one of the gigantic store-vaults, where amassed tons of deadly 
refined uranium were waiting for their shipment to earth, the main 
latch used by the galactic cargo freights to collect the ore had been 
misplaced by the quake and the pressure of the interior atmosphere 
made it fly outward into the void. All security doors went down to 
make that compartment airtight in less then 10 seconds: much too 
slowly to save the life of at least 4 inmates and 5 guards who where 
shuffling the containers or manning the cranes. Toghether with some 
of the lightest boxes they were instantly sucked away to their death. 
And incidents slightly less grave than this were occurring everywhere.
    At the dock, the main pier had been severely damaged and the 
three consecutive security doors were leaking in different ways, but 
the suction of air escaping towards them and out into the red 
nothingness of the planet could be felt everywhere, and that was just 
the only thing you wouldn’t want to experience in a colony out on 
airless Mars. Inmates were pounding on walls and onto the special, 
ultra-resistant metallic bars segregating them in their quarters (the 
camp having no “cells” but spacious dorms and rooms, it being a 
“modern” and “model”  prison and all—which made it all the more 
suspicious in the eyes of some seasoned inmates…) and they were 
asking for explanations… “Come on, bastards! What’s going on?!” 
“What the fuck is happening to the air?” “Third shift should be long 
back, by now: where are they?” Some of them were clearly exhibiting 
signs of panicking: “I can’t breath! I can’t breath, Oh Christ! I’m 
suffocating! Can’t you see? HELP! People! We got to get out of here!” 
was screaming a massive black man, eyes seemingly almost out of 
their sockets, veins engorged and pulsing on his large neck. He 
began pounding the bars so strongly that they actually seemed to 
bend, the next guard running by forced to stop and shock him with his 
stunner, the voltage turned to maximum for added measure: Noah, 
the black massive monolith of a man, who was incidentally among the 
strongest of the inmates, was electrocuted into unconsciousness, his 
megabody going slack against the bars and slumping to the floor.
    “Well, now… That’s probably the longest speech I’ve ever heard 
the asshead utter since, like, ever…” grinned for himself Eddie 
looking at the rather handsome features of the fallen giant, causing 
apprehensive glances from those around him. You were not 
supposed to make fun of Noah, no matter how conscious he might 
be.
    Compared to the ebony overwhelming mass of muscles that was 
Noah, Eddie looked like a rather heavy ballet dancer, or a 
musclebound elf. He was christened ‘Fairy’ since the very moment he 
put foot on M01. But then you weren’t supposed to call him like that: 
those who were foolish enough to do so had learnt quickly just how 
nasty a little blond superfairy could be. He was the last inmate 
debarked on Mars from a shipment six months ago. In he came: a 
shy-looking beautiful boy, who looked like one of those old 
Abercrombie models, all smiles and attitude and sculpted little bodies. 
The inmates couldn’t believe how lucky they were. A man died the 
same night in the ferocious brawl that ensued about who should rape 
him first. Eddie wasn’t yet augmented of course, and stood scared to 
death in a corner of the enormous shower room trying to avoid the 
gigantic bodies of his new ‘companions’ who were fighting for the 
right to probably open him in two with their unbelievable cocks. He 
stood there trying to avoid the casual random blow which might have 
broken him in two, and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Those 
men seemed all as big as the superheroes that defended order down 
on earth. And they were probably just as strong. What the hell was 
happening?
    In the end Noah was the first. The night was painful and long: 
three other sturdy behemoths followed him and had fun with the new 
toy trying not to break it. Eddie survived. In the course of the first 
month the three inmates who came after Noah all mysteriously died. 
The official story was that they had accidents down in the shaft, 
mostly with their drills. But every inmate knew better. And nobody 
called Eddie ‘Fairy’ anymore. 
    Nobody could tell for sure if Noah was still alive simply because 
he was far stronger than any other man in the complex. Most of the 
inmates thought so. But then recently a sort of friendship seemed to 
have developed between the two. Eddie even teasing Noah until the 
black giant —without saying a word— usually slapped him hard on a 
shoulder making him fly and fall into a cackling heap of flesh still able 
to retort: “Made you look!” or something. And then suddenly in the 
last month Noah even began to laugh. The guards themselves were 
impressed.
    Once a french inmate who had exterminated two entire families 
just for fun, a big redhead with a furry chest, had the courage to 
corner Eddie in a shaft, having beforehand put all the drills aside. He 
was about to try and rape him there on the spot, but his body was 
suddenly engulfed in a big shadow. Noah appeared behind him. 
French guy went pale: “Ehi, Noah! Well, you too here… I was…” 
Noah punched him in the face, teeth flying, nose broken at a strange 
angle. The giant smiled at Eddie and pushed the babbling strongman 
onto his knees, forcing him down facing the blond stud. Then made a 
‘come on’ gesture with his hand. Eddie, now totally relaxed, pulled 
down his zipper. “I really appreciate, François… You know how much 
I love red hair, don’t you?” Noah grabbed the red locks in his hand 
and forced François’ face up. Eddie put a hand onto Noah’s and with 
the other forced the bloodied mouth open. His cock went inside like a 
ram, breaking other teeth, his strong abs crushing further the nose of 
the wailing frenchman. Who, his face engulfed in Eddies blond crotch, 
tears flowing, couldn’t see a thing, but clearly felt over the back of his 
head Noah’s cock ripping through the fabric. Eddie, still facefucking 
the poor bastard, leaned on Noah and began frenching him, exploring 
with his tongue the beautiful mouth and luscious lips of his friend, 
then moved his hand on top of the big unyielding plates of striated 
supermuscles that were Noah’s pecs and felt their mass, their 
unashamed unbeatable power, there for him to enjoy and ready to 
enslave, crush and punish those he disliked. They began to move 
their pelvis in unison, further smashing the frenchman's head 
between their flexed quads, fighting for dominance... Poor François 
was screaming beneath them, and of course it only made them 
hornier, more violent. Eddie was loving the feeling of his cock 
ramming freely into the head of his sex slave, the breaking teeth only 
further stimulating his sensible fuck pole. He began to stroke Noah's 
immense black manhood, which was rising in his hand majestically, 
harder then rocks, all while kissing and licking the enormous body of 
his friend, circling his nipples with his tongue, softly biting into the 
dark flesh... They began panting, hands furiously excited, muscles 
flexed and engorged, cocks titanium-like. The bastard's nose 
completely crushed by Eddie's powerful 8-pack, then Noah screamed 
and they came simultaneously, François almost suffocating on 
Eddie's great amount of cum, flowing like a river out of his mouth, his 
head almost distorted under the enormous pressure of the two strong 
pair of thighs. He rolled coughing on the floor, spitting cum and snoot 
and blood. Eddie crouched down in front of him, ripped his shirt away 
and cleaned his own cock, then passed it to Noah to do the same. All 
the while telling his victim: “You know, François… the reason why 
you’re still alive, is that I really like red hair. Silly of me, hm? So 
instead of killing you with my bare hands, or asking this impressive 
specimen of a man here, my friend Noah, to do the favor for me, I will 
content myself with giving you a lesson.” He grabbed the rather 
strong arm of François, who was still trying to recover and then rolled 
him face down, placed a foot on the shoulder and TWISTED the arm 
until ligaments snapped with a loud tearing sound, much to the 
amusement of Noah. The french yelled loud and began screaming 
incoherently… Just then the buzz of the cameras could be clearly 
heard. Noah and Eddie, as if planned in advance, quickly took their 
victim in their hands as if attending to him and began calling for help. 
A tragic incident, they would later say. Nobody really ate the story up, 
but then again nobody really cared. François knew better than tell 
anybody what really happened down there.
    Now Eddie turned his friend face-up, away from the bars. “Noah! 
Come on friend, wake up!” No answer. He sighed, then grinned and 
finally placed one of his slender hands on the inhuman crotch and 
began stroking the giant. Soon enough the big shlong seemed to 
stir… “Say! That thing’s more alive than you’ll ever be, big boy… 
Come on Noah, stand up, for fuck’s sake!  Let’s see what this little 
planet of ours is cooking up…”
    ***
    Up in the control room, the camp’s all-knowing brain, where all 
images and informations collected by the countless little floating 
cameras and the myriad of sensors everywhere converged onto 
hundreds of monitors, the shock was tangible. As personnel of all 
kind either whispered in small groups consulting each other for help, 
or run screaming around announcing some new critical situation 
unfolding in yet another sector, massive General Kröger was 
impatiently listening to the chief scientist of the camp, a non-
augmented middle aged man who was in constant fear either of the 
inmates or of his direct superiors, who where all superhuman military 
people, especially mutated into this form of muscular development in 
order to physically enable to control the potentially explosive situation 
in the facility. Dr. Hendrikson’s voice was rather shaky as he was 
explaining to the General, number 1 on M01, his startling conclusion: 
“I couldn’t explain it otherwise, Mr General. All data in our possession 
seem to point to an earthquake, or shall we say a Marsquake, eh 
eh… ehm. And yes, I know nobody has ever heard of a quake on this 
planet before, sir, but evidently we must have stirred some old 
tension around the core, where sector B as it appears, just violently 
collapsed… some tension accumulated in perhaps hundreds of years 
- we’ll never be able to tell - which thenn discharged today in this 
destructive way. And there’s no way to tell if this telluric movement 
can be considered completed, or if we should expect new shakes, 
perhaps even more violent. Bet then let me point out that wherever 
there are mineralogical extraction activities like we perform here, 
such sudden quakes are all but infrequent, as you might recall the 
recent case in…” SLAM!
    General Kröger’s enormous fist warped the hard metallic table in 
front of him, sending documents and objects flying everywhere, 
scaring the shit out of all the personnel in the control room, and 
making Dr. Hendrikson lose his spectacles not to mention 10 years of 
his life. He paled and stuttered into silence, as the General abruptly 
asked “I don’t give a shit what caused that! Are you telling me that all 
my men, not to mention the inmates, are dead? Is that what you’re 
telling me?”
    “Y… yes, General. We think so… actually, there is no way to tell 
exactly: we lost contact. All wells in sector B were unusually deep, sir, 
and if some men have survived in a trapped bubble of breathable air, 
we will need a lot of time to find them out. And time will prove a very 
scarce resource for this people. I’m afraid I have only bad news, 
today… Oh! See? It’s not over!” In fact, another vibration was being 
felt by everybody, objects moving on tables or shaking… And then it 
subsided. Dr. Hendrikson wiped his forehead: “With all our sensor in 
sector B destroyed, there’s no way to tell what is going on near the 
core at this moment…”
    ***
    Near the core, a god had just had another orgasm.
    Ben was floating peacefully in the strange, dark lava boiling in 
the cave, the walls melting from the temperature, his inhuman body 
lulled by waves and bubbles breaking the surface, enjoying every bit 
of his inconceivable newfound power. Plunging into the lake was like 
having every cell of his already powerful muscles imbued with yet 
more power, reshaped, rebuilt into a form of godliness so pleasurable 
he thought for a moment he would just pass out or drown. As soon as 
he was submerged, he screamed, the transformation coursing 
through his body like a million simultaneous orgasms, the gamma 
radiation coming from the lava reshaping him, refining him into what 
he felt he was: the first true god ever alive. He lost count of how many 
times he had cum, submerged in the liquid. Now, floating on the 
surface after the last orgasm, where his jism hit the ceiling of the 
cave, destroying it in part and making enormous boulders come 
raining down onto him, crashing into the mountains of immortal 
muscle that were his pecs and abs, pleasurably massaging him, his 
hands brushing the crumbles aside, caressing his perfect skin and 
enjoying the sensation of limitless pleasure, now he opened his eyes 
again. The strange green light seemed to have diminished somehow: 
the cave was darker. And his hands… unconsciously flexing every 
muscle in obscene, unstoppable swelling, he watched with curiosity 
the perfect shade of dark green his body had acquired. I’ve absorbed 
it! Whatever was that was emitting the radiation, now it’s in me… well, 
just right… In fact, the lava had turned almost gray.
    And then his mouth went agape: he wasn’t floating in the water 
anymore! He was erect, in standing position, only his feet weren’t 
resting on anything! “I’M FLYING! I’M FUCKING FLYING!” and he 
ROARED with a voice that made the cave tremble, walls cracking 
everywhere; he clenched his fists, his enormous, all-powerful cock at 
full mast again, every muscle flexed to its maximum: a being of such 
supreme strength that he surpassed anything until that moment 
believed possible in the whole universe. In the blink of an eye, he 
became perfectly conscious of everything he had become, he 
understood the full range of his utter invincibility and power. There 
was simply absolutely nothing that could stop him anyway. No power 
greater than his. No limits at all. And the universe was there waiting 
to be taken, to be enslaved and mastered and raped with no pity at 
all. So many things to do. And all the time he wanted.
    With a scowl of disdain on his magnificent, sensual face Ben 
went flying full force against the ceiling of the cave.