THE SECURITY COUNCIL - Chapter 1

by: John

With all five Permanent Member nations having had their greatest 
muscle representatives eliminated from the competition, there was a 
discernible increase in the cries to end this "wasteful inhuman 
spectacle". But the financial and legislative penalties that had been 
legislated were too great to ignore, even for the wealthiest of 
nations. No one could deny the vast splendor of those unbelievably  
muscled creatures that remained representing the  balance of the UN 
Security Council nations. The media and the corporate sponsors had 
way too much at stake to stop the program now.

Six of the seven remaining brutally muscled creatures had been 
preparing and pumping in the main gym so that they would each be as 
pumped, hard and ready as possible for this newest challenge. The 
pressure on each of them to succeed increased geometrically as their 
numbers dwindled. Their national popularity grew with each successive 
round as did their opportunity to secure financial gain far beyond 
the wildest dreams of most men. They had each been selected and 
developed by the best minds and trainers in their countries for the 
singular goal of being the last one standing.

The national stakes were no less astounding. The universally 
recognized global international agreement established the rules and 
protocol. Each remaining amazingly crafted mountain of muscular 
accomplishment stood as the consummate representative of his own 
country of origin. Of the original fifteen at the beginning, one from 
each of the nations currently represented on the all-powerful UN 
Security Council, eight had been eliminated. Sweden, Canada, Germany, 
Jordan, Chile, Senegal and Brazil remained. 

This was the first time that all five of the standing member nations 
of the Security Council had been removed from the competition so 
early on. What remained was a unique chance for one of the rotating 
member countries to gain control of the powerful Chairmanship 
position for the next term. This fact alone had helped pump up the 
numbers in the world-wide viewing audience. The amazing caliber of 
the phenomenal physiques and the accompanying frenzy in wagering made 
this the most watched combat ever.

The sheer global popularity of this once-a-decade encounter fed by an 
inexplicable lusting for voyeuristic violence had driven the amount 
of money collected by the various members of the international media 
for sponsoring this consummate program of international conflict 
avoidance to astronomical proportions. It was as if the world had 
been driven insane with this "simple" international agreement to 
settle their disputes in this "more civilized" singular competition 
of the best each country could create. Decades of scientific research 
and supreme training had resulted in the creation of creatures of 
such muscular stature and strength that the thought of their 
mortality was almost unfathomable.

Under the agreement, there could be only one victor - and an ultimate 
conquest by one man for one nation. The verbal battles raged on about 
the alleged value of this program being continued. A growing group of 
nations argued that mankind had passed the need to engage in 
widespread conflict and, as such, this method that had been created 
to avoid international conflict and, allegedly save millions of 
lives, was cruel and outdated. Yet, the "proof" of the importance of 
this ultimate competition measured by the lack of any large-scale 
multinational conflicts in over 50 years continued to carry the 
majority opinion as the moment. 

But that was a battle for the politicians to fight. For now, the 
charter directing this contest remained in place and the remaining 
muscle-marvels of the competition were prepared to carry out the 
roles for which they had been singularly trained and upon which they 
were unwaveringly focused. For the ultimate victor came a decade of 
glory and adulation beyond description and virtually limitless 
financial gain through endorsements and sponsorships. Added to this 
were the astounding fees a single ejaculation of their richly desired 
semen could garner.

The seven remaining massively sculpted men stood ready. Each was 
draped in billowing robing colored and designed to replicate the 
country flag to which they had each sworn their respective lives. The 
fabric hid the astounding size and muscular definition present on 
each body but could not hide the swell of muscular pride demonstrated 
by the ballooned, heaving pecs raising and lowering the waving fabric 
in shelf-sized arcs.

A huge monitor in the center of the arena swirled as it had so many 
times before with the rapidly changing names of each remaining 
country in two columns. Finally the scrolling stopped and the 
words "Chile" and "Germany" locked into view. A cheer arose as the 
two representatives moved down from the platform and toward the 
brightly lighted center of the grassy field. This was one of the 
matches for which the networks had prayed. The betting had indicated 
that these two were considered to be almost equal in every regard.

Since Chile had come up in the first column, its national anthem 
began to resound through the arena first.  As it did, the handsome 
sandy-hair genetically perfect creation shed his bright red and white 
robing. As the blue sash holding the tunic around his neck came 
undone, the silky cloth fell lightly to the ground revealing all of 
his golden-tanned naked splendor.

The five-foot eleven-inch skeletal frame was effectively invisible 
under the four-hundred pound sheathing of sculpturally perfected 
muscle.  As Julio's country anthem rose to its rousing
conclusion, he 
raised one strikingly enormous arm and beamed with the perfect smile 
that bespoke his truly gregarious personality. His colossal biceps, 
triceps, lats and pecs swayed in unimaginably heavy fullness as the 
wave coursed through the splendid body.

The confidence of the German was immediately evident as he strode 
boldly forward with the first beat of his own country anthem. His 
previous victory over the man from Pakistan combined with an 
awareness of his own staggering physical scale made him fearful of no 
one. The body revealed with the fall of the black, red and yellow 
striped covering resulted in the same awed groan from the spectators 
as it had in his first contest.

Rolf was always pumped to chiseled readiness on the public stage. His 
global endorsement contracts made him a known figure…and it was
quite 
an amazing figure. The six-foot one-inch reddish blond Aryan had 
built himself into the largest contestant ever selected to represent 
any country. All four-hundred and twenty-five pounds was the best 
muscle that had been created and manufactured to date. His body was 
as flawlessly proportioned as it was gargantuan in size. 

Another victory could only add to the already enormous product 
endorsement contract value of the German demigod. Yet a victory by 
the ultra-handsome Chilean would put him in a position of even 
greater potential commercial value and take him to the level of an 
icon in his own country.

Of course, the end of the music signaled the start of the 
traditional "pose-off". This tradition went way back to early in the 
twenty-first century when the combatants had used the routine to 
taunt and frighten each other. This particular display was amazing 
simply because of the visual equality of the two participants.

Julio never lost his magnetic smile as he swiveled and flowed through 
his series of muscle defining presentations. It did not take long for 
his perfectly carved upper arms to achieve their drool-inducing 
fullness. The 29" biceps mounded up like the high-peaked Andes of his 
home. Sharp shadowed valleys cut the deep transitions between 
painfully beautiful forearms and competitively high deltoids. The 
tanned skin stretched so thin as to reveal the fibrous lines of each 
densely balled biceps and heavily coiled triceps. Rings of striations 
curled around the ham-sized bellies of the tensely quaking arm meat. 
Power and strength oozed to the surface in the form of ropes of 
visually enhancing veining.

The Chilean muscle model brought his hands down and clasped his 
superior upper body into a vast most-muscular crunch. This was 
Julio's favorite pose as it set off his still balled biceps
against 
one of the most astounding chests ever carved from brutally grown 
male meat. His deliciously aroused nipples disappeared under the 
cantilevered flesh as his pecs blossomed thickly out to the leading 
edge of his wrists. The depth and fullness of the double domed 
breasts was anyone's guess. The sheer, monstrous beauty invited 
extended fondling and bespoke impenetrable strength.

Rolf acted by matching his challenger in a pose for pose display that 
belied belief. There had been no lie when it had been reported that 
these two god-like muscle creatures were a formidable match. The two 
inch height difference and the twenty-five pound weight differential 
served to make the two appear like twinned reflections of each other. 

Rolf possessed his own mountain range of strength with his 
unbelievable 31 inches of Alps-high biceps. His silky gold skin was 
equally translucent in its covering of the rock-like visions of 
balled meat. Rolf's triceps writhed like coiled springs as he
shifted 
the position of his massive forearms to amply display the interplay 
of both gargantuan upper arm masses. When he balled his upper body 
into a reflection of Julio's crunch, the outer flanks of the
German's 
pecs actually did reach to and past his clenched wrists.

The well-known phenomenon that was his chest was finally fully 
realized as the German finished with a mind-blowing side chest pose 
displaying pec meat thickness of lunar proportions. The surface of 
the mooned masses formed into craterless rock formations that had 
been cut with linear rifts by the tectonic forces working from within 
the impossible depths of the solidified muscle. As if to prove his 
superiority, Rolf slid one outstretched hand into the center core of 
his magnificent man-breast cleavage until it completely disappeared 
up to his own wrist.

The music began again to signal the move to the demonstration of 
strength. Usually, this involved each combatant engaging in a 
singular act that pointed out the supremacy of their muscular 
accomplishment. These two, however, as a result of all the hoop-la 
that had surrounded a possible match-up between them, had elected to 
partake in a one-fall, traditional arm wrestle. The image of 60" of 
upper arm mass intertwined in one struggle had been too much to pass 
up. Billions had been wagered on the outcome.

The magnificent creatures assumed their positions opposing each other 
each locked their right arms into the plated cup on a table readied 
for them. The cameras zoomed in and focused on the pumped and primed 
pair of flesh monster appendages. The huge screen in the middle of 
the arena filled with the image of the quaking muscle of the 
gargantuan appendages. Both men smiled in seductive readiness as the 
horn sounded.

The two enormous biceps crashed into instant action as they slid from 
rich flesh to hot lava to veined marble. Pumping veins parted from 
with the meat and wrapped the chiseled surfaces in shadow creating 
reinforcement. Neither ham-sized forearm moved from vertical. Sinews 
of lower arm muscle inflated past the 20" mark as the locked wrists 
twisted while each man sought to gain a tighter, more controlling 
hold over the other. With each small twist of the wrist, the beating 
masses of biceps meat writhed and separated into further and further 
defined lobes. Long bundle-defining lines formed as the muscular 
surfaces fissured from marble to granite

The equally commanding triceps threatened to lift the elbows out from 
the cupped restraints as they blossomed into overstuffed fullness. 
Then the audience went wild with desire and anxiety as Julio's 
mountainous muscle transformed itself from dense rock to a carbon-cut 
diamond finish complete with visible facets and brilliant with 
crystal polished reflection. The solid formation spread up into his 
sweating forearm as he began to push the hand of the larger muscled 
German down toward the table surface. Rolf's struggling
multi-peaked 
upper arm phenomenon of muscle climbed ever higher toward the 
stratosphere as he fought with immense intensity against the Andean 
muscle challenge.

Sweat flowed off both foreheads and further polished the glistening 
muscles. The heat generated within the molten cores of the two globed 
biceps specimens rose to the surface as the sweat rose off the white-
hot surfaces like steam from thermal pools.  Rolf fought with every 
ounce of impossible strength as his wrist continued to bend back 
toward the flat surface. Rolf's more massive bicep rose above the 
peak of the South American monument as it rolled further and further 
back. The fissure between the bottom of his bicep and the upper 
reaches of his colossal triceps shadowed into a crisp, deep 
horizontal canyon in the struggle.

Julio knew he had mastered the other monster meat as Rolf's wrist 
finally caved to the angular pressure and the forearm of the mighty 
German slapped loudly against the table in defeat. Julio smiled 
warmly at the German giant and bowed his head in generous victory as 
he released his winning hold.  Julio smiled broadly with memorably 
handsome pride as he stood with the victorious monster arms posed in 
a mind-shattering double-biceps. The sweat and pump of the 
undertaking washed the glowing muscle into swooning carbon-steel 
visions. 

After the much deserved show of victory, now the two mighty bodies 
were ready for the real challenge and gloriously sheathed in muscle-
enhancing sweat from head to tow.

While the arm wrestle had been a fabulous challenge and, for some, an 
erotic-defining experience, it was mere child's play in view of
the 
real task before them.  Now the two glistening muscle machines 
stepped back and apart as their minds shifted into the pending life 
and death challenge. The reputation of their respective countries; 
the chance for their leader to control the governing body of the 
globe; and the fortune and very existence of one of these two 
stupendous individuals was about to be decided.

Two men, one task, no tools, no rules, and only one survivor. Decades 
of selective breeding; years of endless training; and a life of 
scientifically controlled supplementation had brought these two most 
perfect of human specimens together. And they had been cast onto this 
field at this very moment for one purpose only - to destroy the other 
before he destroyed you. It was only through total victory that your 
country could claim its trophy. It was only through death that the 
challenge would end.

The horn sounded.

Rolf, as if to signal his rejection of his loss in the preliminary 
folly, took a few steps back and lifted his amazingly muscled body 
upright - large and proud.  Once again he hit his opponent with the 
visual spectacle of his body. His chest rippled to its full 71" girth 
as his lats widened out into giant clamshell arcs of deadly meat. His 
crisp abs resembled the diamond formations that had covered
Julio's 
biceps just moments before but they were flat cut and straddled his 
sheered 32" waist. Turning his feet slightly outward, all 35" of 
upper thigh mass billowed out in corded splendor above his pointed 
rock 25" calf muscles.

The German twisted toward his left as his preponderance of triceps 
crashed into a cave-forming view and the snakes of muscle within his 
impossible pecs climbed atop one another until they mounded out more 
than six inches over the hollow of his abdominal cage. In a show of 
pure fearlessness, Rolf continued to turn until he was peering at the 
awestruck Chilean over the top of one of his cannonball deltoid caps. 

He knew the sight of his endless upper back thickness was enough to 
unhinge the greatest of warriors. The astounding taper to the 
evergreen array of compact erectors muscles only enhanced the overall 
massiveness and impact of the vision. Then there was his ass. Perhaps 
it was the greatest assemblage of gluteal muscle ever brought 
together on one body. Rolf flexed and undulated the piled strata of 
rocklike meat as the dimpled sides appeared to be carved deeply 
enough to shelter a Pueblo village. 

The rock formations of the German ass shifted like a great flowing 
earthquake and beckoned with raw sexuality.  Rolf leaned forward ever 
so slightly on the spin and opened the shadowy depths of the vertical 
canyon between his ass cheeks. The polishing upper body sweat ran 
like a river through the base of the fissure and licked his 
intoxicating sphincter opening.  Then he shut the walls once again as 
a demonstration of his control over those who may wish enter.

By the time Rolf completed the turn, three things had happened. 
First, Julio had responded with the level of arousal Rolf sought to 
stimulate. All 10" of the Chilean formidable tool protruded in rigid 
splendor. Rolf had noted the promise of its thickness during the warm-
up ceremony and was pleased at the 3" width stretching across a 
goodly section of Julio's loin. The thick, straight instrument 
promised a solidity comparable to the muscle enshrouding the body of 
the South American creature and Rolf swore he would test that 
strength and bask in its liquid contents before the battle was over.

The second was that Rolf had, as he often did, brought his own 
spectacle of manhood to heated glory. The two inches Rolf bested 
Julio in height, he also sported in the length of his mighty cock. 
The 12" rod had speared itself into a densely honed and marvelously 
veined weapon. At 3 ˝" across at the base, it also further 
overwhelmed its Chilean counterpart. Rolf could feel the solid 
pressure within his fruit-sized balls to accomplish the victory he 
expected and to release his celebratory fountain of creamy cum.

The third was that he had underestimated his foe. Julio had begun his 
charge in the instant that Rolf's head was turning from one side
view 
to the other during the arrogant circumnavigation. Having not quite 
completed the turn, Julio was able to dive for the lower body of the 
German column of muscle and clipped him just below the back of his 
knees.

Rolf hit the ground hard. Only his preponderance of pectoral mass and 
his astoundingly massive arms kept his from smashing face-first into 
the ground. As it was, the pressure of the fall combined with the 
applied weight of the 400 pound South American as he slid up on top 
of Rolf's back knocked the air out of his lungs. Pain shot
through 
the German loins as his unforgivingly hard cock was forced up into 
his own abdominals under the pressure of his own felled body weight.  
As he drew in a quick, responsive breath, Rolf took in more dust and 
dirt than air.

Julio took immediate advantage of the situation as Rolf coughed out 
the unwanted soil. His hands and forearms shot up over his head and 
under the dangerously oversized muscle mass of Rolf's arms.
Somehow 
Julio was able to lock his hands behind the head of the prone German 
giant in a full-nelson hold. The same 60" of biceps and triceps that 
had met on the nearly table now interlocked in a new struggle.

Julio managed to maintain the hold as he locked his knees on top of 
the rear leg biceps pinned just below the phenomenal gluteal 
carvings. Slowly, Julio let his mass slip to one side as one knee 
dove in toward the previously inaccessible sphincter hole. Lifting 
his other knee off of his victim, the full force of Julio's 400
pound 
mass dug into the empty cavity between Rolf's upper legs. The
desired 
effect was achieved as just enough rear leg muscle was parted to push 
the leading edge of the invading kneecap onto the back of the 
deliciously ripe fruit-like balls.

The German's scream was as painfully loud as the contact with his 
gonads was painful in general. Using this position as the base of his 
fulcrum, Julio pulled back and pushed forward simultaneously on the 
neck of his intended conquest and forced the upper body to arc up as 
the seemingly invincible lower back began to curve dangerously 
backward.

Rolf could not believe that this could happen so simply and so 
quickly to his muscular magnificence. He knew he needed to 
concentrate. The unfathomable pain in his balls was his first 
challenge. Taking control of his perfect ass muscles and drawing on 
the untold years of gluteal training, he constricted the globed 
marvels into the rocky formations he knew them capable of becoming.

Very, very slowly the pressure against his testicles began to 
disappear as the combination of freezing gluteal mass and inner thigh 
contraction began to force the 400 pounds of dead weight up and away 
as if he was manually ejecting an unwanted invading cock. As he did 
this, his lower back muscles were able to secure needed reinforcement 
from the upper reaches of his steeled ass muscles and halt further 
backward movement for the moment.

Julio was both shocked and impressed at the strength and capacity of 
this German marvel as he felt the space containing his leg disappear 
right from under him. The more his knee was pushed out, the more 
unstable his position became. Eventually, Julio was forced to list to 
one side and place his other lower leg onto the ground for anchorage.

Problem number one solved, Rolf turned to issue number two. While 
keeping his ass locked and secured, he began to focus on the envy 
muscles of his body. He could feel his mind sending rippling 
direction to his massive pecs. Then he asked his formidable shoulders 
and ungodly biceps to add their combined abilities into the battle. 
By seeking to transform his spread-eagle position into a full most-
muscular crunch, Rolf began the process of tearing the clasping hands 
apart from behind his neck.

As his pecs billowed forward with awesome muscular contortions, they 
thickened and reached down toward the ground below them. Soon Rolf 
could feel the upper ends of the blades of compacted grasses as his 
aroused nipples tickled their way into the vegetative carpet. Fanned 
striation after fanned striation cut across the ballooning surface of 
his preposterous cleavage as every blessed fiber overpowered the 
tendoned forearm grasp.

Rolf knew he would only get one opportunity before his own invincible 
power would yield to failure. So, with one carefully concentrated, 
and dangerous thrust he crimped his biceps and deltoids forward in an 
act of a visibly astounding crunch. The sudden and spontaneous shift 
of immense muscle from fluid flesh to fractured rock ripped the 
fingers of the Chilean beauty asunder.

In the process, Rolf had heard the sound he had prayed would 
accompany his desperate action. He slide out from beneath the moaning 
figure and turned quickly to face his rising opponent. Rolf had 
steeled himself into a veritable living sculpture of impenetrable 
muscle in anticipation of any form of reaction from his opponent. As 
tears rolled down the photogenic face of the Chilean muscle statue 
Rolf confirmed what he had suspected.

Julio stared in disbelief at his inability to manipulate the torn 
tendons that were intended to work his beautiful hands. While he did 
not think that any bones had been broken, the swift ripping action 
had, at best, separated several of the precious joints from their 
controlling muscle anchors. Out of sheer anger and seeing no other 
immediate option, the gorgeous Chilean head lowered itself and 
charged toward the colossal figure before it.

Rolf clenched his waiting pecs as the frighteningly handsome skull 
crashed into the impenetrable wall of meat. A dribble of blood from 
the aesthetically noble nose was the only sign of damage immediately 
visible to the casual observer. Julio raised his chiseled features up 
toward the unaffected German monolith. The well known and impossibly 
endearing smile appeared one more time on the gorgeous face. Then 
Rolf noted the thin line of blood extending downward along one 
handsomely high cheek as it dribbled from the left ear.

With that, Rolf knew that the fate of the beautiful man had been 
sealed and that Julio was as aware of his ultimate disposition, too. 
Julio cast a glance down toward the still rodded magnificent cock 
Rolf sported and then toward his own still aroused member.  Rolf read 
the unspoken body language and compassionately moved forward. 
Reaching down he placed one partially fisted hand around the shaft of 
each of their cocks and, slowly, began a loving stroking. 

He worked to match beat for beat as a natural and increasing rhythm 
took control of his operations.  Rolf acknowledged to himself that 
the impossibly stiff erection carried by his grateful opponent was, 
indeed, as hot and solid as he had imagined it to be. The stroking 
lengthened and the pace increased as Rolf became more attuned to the 
sexual reactions of Julio. Rolf knew his own limits all too well and 
adjusted the activity of his hand on his own throbbing tool in an 
attempt to bring them both to the desired orgasms together.

He was pretty much successful. Julio's first explosion of cum
pelted 
Rolf's abdominal core with a delightful sting. The feel of the
hot 
man-juices mixing with his own sweat and rolling down onto the top of 
his cock set off Rolf's equally abundant reaction. Cum from the
two 
erupting organs splashed hot and hard into commingled globules of 
creamy white juice. Groans of joy from the two contorting musclemen 
announced each succeeding explosion of cum. Rolf continued to stroke 
the pulsing members until he could feel them slow their liquid-
draining beating. Finally, Julio smiled thankfully to his German 
conqueror and nodded authorization to conclude the ordeal.

Rolf stepped behind the aesthetic flow of South American muscle and 
capped each damaged hand with one of his own.  He thought that Julio 
would approve of this method. He raised both of the Chilean's
arms up 
and out from his torso into a double biceps position. Then, using his 
own hands to provide the leverage, he clasped hard around Julio's
non-
functioning digits. Applying what helpful force he could, Julio's 
biceps mounded up into the glorious splendors that had defeated the 
German giant at the table not so long ago.

Rolf knew that Julio must have been in dreadful pain, but the man 
uttered not a whimper. Without seeing the handsome face, the German 
was sure that it was awash with the ever-hypnotic smile. For one last 
time, the German absorbed the vision of the tremendously crafted 
biceps in all their magnificence.  These marvelous 29" creations, and 
no others, were the only forces that had ever defeated his own 
magnificence. 

Rolf had no doubt that, given more time, these South American mounded 
mountains would have achieved equal, if not greater levels of 
grandeur than the 31" marvels which he possessed. As a final signal 
of honor and respect, Rolf leaned over and kissed the very peak of 
each of the diamond hard surrendered biceps offerings.

The phenomenally photogenic double biceps pose seemed to be the most 
befitting memory with which to leave the viewing world. Rolf closed 
in on the torturously beautiful back of the South American and 
pressed his colossal 6" thick pecs against the thickness of the 
inviting upper back. For a precious moment, the two behemoths engaged 
in a mutual massage of interconnected muscle as they rhythmically 
undulated their respective upper back and bulbous pecs muscles 
together. Both spent cocks began to visibly harden again. Within no 
time, the Chilean stood in full glorious splendor. Rolf's own re-
charged organ joined in the message as it pumped itself repeatedly 
into the crevasse between Julio's globed ass cheeks.

Finally, using all the mental concentration he could muster, Rolf 
forced himself to focus on his allegiance and pledge to his native 
Germany. Concentrating all his efforts into the enormity of his pecs 
and the monstrosity of his own biceps, Rolf pushed his amazing, 
solidified tits into the body of the waiting Chilean at the same time 
that his overshadowing biceps yanked the matching beauties back 
toward him.

Just as the first sensory fulfilling renewed gush of cum escaped in 
creamy brilliance from his glowingly hard erect organ, Julio was 
presented to his god.  There was only a split second between the 
sharp sound of the cracking collar bones and the accompanying crunch 
of the crushing upper spinal cord. The heroically earned death was 
instantaneous