The Security Council - Chapter 3

by: John


The five remaining men stood draped and prepared for this mornings
round. A good night's rest and a great morning workout was what they
had each needed. As their number dwindled, the pressures to succeed
and the potential wealth to be attained by the winner increased in
multiples. The heads of each of the five astoundingly built muscle
icons swooned with the dreams of untold opportunity awaiting the
final victor and each grew more intensely aware of the expanding
expectations of their respective nations.

The vastness of muscle assembled on the expansive platform in the
arena was, even with only five remaining, a vision of remarkable
grandeur - even blanketed as it was in the shrouding they wore
bearing each of their national colors. Millions of viewers from
Canada, Senegal, Germany, Brazil and Jordan were glued to their
viewing monitors as their country names flashed by until the
scrolling image settled on Jordan and Germany.

The individuals representing their selected countries paraded proudly
forward into the center of the Arena. This, more than any of the
previous challenges, seemed like a tremendous mismatch. The smallest
verses the largest. Who would have thought just ten years ago that a
340 pound body of pure muscle in this contest would be considered
small. But, the luck of having Jordan as a member of the United
Nations Security Council required that they field a representative
and being in the contest this far into it had the entire country in a
frenzied pride.

The Jordanian was hungry for a second victory and committed to
bringing the all-important Security Council Chairmanship and it's
much cherished veto vote to his home land. Of all the contestant, his
drive was almost purely based on national pride. Hassid had virtually
no interest in the potential personal financial gain prospects so
sought after by his western opponents. Plus, being the smallest of
all 15 original competitors, at 5'-8" and 340 pounds, had kept the
odds on his perceived ultimate success fairly remote. Even Hassid's
earlier victory over the powerful Russian had done little to affect
his odds. Hassid knew it would be his agility and speed that would
defeat the German.

Rolf grew excited at his chance to make his third appearance on the
court of the Arena. Finally, with the defeat of the Swede, he was
ranked as the most favored combatant for the first time. Only the
unknown and quietly elusive Brazilian threatened his position but,
then again, the South American had not yet even endeavored to show
himself off. Sure the Swede had overcome the US, France and Zaire,
but Rolf had successfully defended the honor and glory of his great
nation over the larger representatives from both Chile and Pakistan.

As the Jordanian anthem began, its favorite son unclothed himself to
reveal his brutally conditioned body. While the others dripped with
hugely aesthetic animal magnetism, Hassid's shorter height and
larger 33" waist made him look more like a finely tuned wrestler.
Dense muscle blistered over his entire body from his inordinately
thick neck, wrists and ankles to the protruding core of his abdominal
cavity. Sweat poured off the excited body and dripped from a vastness
of vascularly netted splendor.

Then the German music invited its challenger to center stage. Seeing
the unveiling of this amazing creature for the third time in the
competition was no less awe inspiring than the first. Muscle poured
out from every angle, every corner and in every direction. Rolf stood
5" taller than his selected opponent and carried an astounding 85
pounds of additional muscle. At four-hundred and twenty-five pounds,
the likes of this muscle giant was visibly unnerving.

Every revealed muscle on the German form remained a study in
anatomically carved accomplishment. Without waiting for his anthem to
conclude, Rolf rolled into his posing routine. Hassid had braced his
mind for this sight but, now, up as close as he was, even this
stubble-bearded Arabian was visibly shaken by the tremendous body
before him.

Hassid did his best to draw the attention of the audience to his vein-
crossed physique as he pounded the densely striated musculature into
readiness. All 62" of muscle pummeled chest and lats roped themselves
into solid vestiges of power. His thick abs cut and knotted
themselves to impenetrable mounds of individually domed hardness.
Hassid hit the German with his amazingly full-bellied 25" double
bicep pose as the same veining tying his pecs and lats under his
olive skin encircled the line-creased surfaces of his painfully hard
biceps and triceps. The much admired forearms appeared as thick and
solid as the vein encrusted upper arm mass.

Rolf glared back at the smaller vision and proceeded to present a
muscle response of memorable vintage. He began by showing the
Jordanian and the rest of the viewing audience just how much of a 6"
circumference differential could mean as every fiber of each finely
crafted upper arm peaked into stratospheric flexed proportions. As if
to put the finishing touch on his demonstration of superior arm
power, Rolf permitted his hands to open slightly so that his fingers
stroked the very top of each gigantic upper biceps prominence.
Memories of his challenge with the Chilean behemoth resurfaced.

He toyed playfully with the large veins that danced over the caps of
the destructive, stiffly frozen biceps meat before pulling each arm
down to the rear side of his finely pumped body and reached back as
both triceps rounded into chiseled caves of the horseshoe shaped meat
so deep that the bottom of the inner head was totally shadowed by its
incredibly lined bigger brothers. Thrusting his shoulders forward
slightly at the same time pushed the most magnificent elements of his
lust inducing musculature into fully cut display.

The German pecs cascaded in a shower of unbelievable muscle and into
visions of massive delight and unfathomable strength. No one before
had ever been able to claim a better, fuller, richer and more
astoundingly muscled attribute. No matter how many times they had
been displayed or challenged or how often they were featured in
magazines, ads or other photos, these amazing male breasts never
failed to beguile with their intense beauty. This is what many had
come to see. Rolf knew it and he delivered on their promise.

The German had been the first contestant in the history of the
competition to be able to claim both a chest size in excess of 70" of
pure, sinewy muscle and an upper arm girth breaking the 30" barrier.
Now it was time to see these marvelous creations of muscle in action
one more time. This was the same 71" of pectoral splendor that had
crushed the life from its Pakistani opponent and the same 31" of
diamond formed arm mass that had destroyed the very existence and the
dreams of the phenomenal muscle machine from Chile.

For his display of strength, , Rolf selected a wrist-thick length of
hemp rope and strode boldly over to the still flexing Jordanian. The
German wrapped the cord tightly around the expanded 62" of upper
girth of the Middle-eastern combatant and marked the point where the
cable met up with the beginning edge. Then he took the same roping
and wound it around his own relaxed torso immediately below the
intersection with his massive arms. A combination of exhaustive
exhaling and concentrated relaxation of the enormous back and chest
muscles permitted the struggling muscle monolith to force the cord
deeply into the body of his colossal meat and make a knot on the mark
so as to make a 62" loop around his upper body.

Then, in one swift muscle-crunching maneuver, Rolf forced all of the
exaggerated torso muscle he had accumulated over the many years of
training into its ultimate of rigidly formed mass. The rope that had
dug deeply into the explosive volume of softened flesh was forced
ever outward by the hardening massiveness. Rock replaced pliable
tissue as the cable was pushed well passed its designed limits of
endurance.

The 62" of tethered hemp was no match for the demands of 71" of
concentrated muscle. The expanding upper volume of muscle moved past
rock and turned into steel. Line after line of etched fiber
crystallized with unimaginable density. Finally, the tortured twine
snapped under the impossible applied pressure and flew across the
distance to land at the feet of the awestruck Jordanian.

Hassid dared not to let the affect of this astounding display be
shown in his composure. Turning with all the disinterested arrogance
he could muster, he walked boldly up to a 6 foot long vertical 4 x 4
post made of extremely dense ebony that had been positioned for him
and locked the roots of his fingers deep within a metal ring that had
been drilled through the iron-like wood about 5 feet above the
ground. A quick prayer was offered up to his god as Hassid twisted in
brilliant swiftness.

In spite of his size, the legend of Hassid's arm strength had
preceded him into the competition. Unlike most men, the muscular mass
of Hassid's upper forearms varied very little from that of his upper
arms. As he began his assault on the post, the legend began to assume
the volume of its truth. The very fibers of muscle within his
amazing forearms billowed with untold strength as line after line of
unquenchable muscularity pronounced its presence.

Hassid pulled with no sign of struggle against the stiff mast of
dense wood. The post splintered as his astounding arms sheared the
upper section from the base about two feet above the ground leaving
only a dangerously splintered spike of wood remaining. In spite of
the size of his current opponent, Hassid left no one doubting the
ability of the man who had already conquered the muscular Russian
giant.

With the preliminary contests concluded, the bell rang out for the
battle to begin. Once again, man was to challenge man and country was
to challenge country. While both countries would survive, only one
man would. Over four-hundred and twenty-five pounds of perfectly
honed and impossibly balanced muscle turned to face three-hundred and
forty pounds of determined muscular density.

Hassid lowered his head as if bracing for an attack but, instead of
securing his place on the ground, charged directly into the exposed
abdominal core of the surprised German. Rolf rolled backward under
the pain delivered by the brutal impact. His lower cavity screamed in
unexpected agony as his hands moved instinctively to cover the point
of collision.

Hassid did not wait for any sign of recovery and charged, once again,
into the hand-protected central core. Rolf's fingers separated just
in time to avoid probable destruction by the second unexpected
battering. This time he was thrown backwards onto the ground as his
weakened inner organs demanded action from the twice-failed abdominal
muscles.

Before the German giant had any opportunity to collect his thoughts,
Hassid instigated his third assault on the visibly weakened, sprawled
colossus. Sliding one massive leg under the tenderized midsection and
throwing the other over the reddened abs, the Jordanian clasped the
previously invincible godlike muscle creature in the vice grip of his
upper leg mass.

Every fiber of leg muscle sprung into immediate action as the
Jordanian spark plug endeavored to split the two sections of the
impossibly huge muscleman in half with the sheer force of his applied
leg scissors. The German struggled in vain as each twist only
resulted in permitting a further tightening of the crushing leg hold.

More out of erotic disbelief than arousal, Rolf found, in his
anguish, that his sexual drive kicked into high gear as his cock
began to unveil its own prodigious presence. With amazing speed, the
entire foot of sculpted manhood rodded itself in hungry offering to
the heaving middle-east attacker. When completely distended, the
amazing tool carried an equal 12" diameter at its base making it one
of the most imposing instruments ever created.

As more and more heated blood from the combat pounded inescapably
into the prodigious member, the outer shell of the muscled cock
fibers assumed a consistency equal to that of their weight-built
brothers. Veins reinforced the strength of the imposing image and
Hassid found himself drawn, like so many before him, to the vitality
of the tool inviting his attention.

Hassid, himself reacted in kind as he viewed the astounding reaction
over his twisted left shoulder. His sex drive began to exercise
testosterone driven control over his reactions as his cock pushed
high and hard out from the center of his action-involved groin. Each
vice-hardening crimping by his upper legs around the girdle of the
entrapped German filled his own cock with wilder and wilder heated
excitement.

For every vein that consumed the surface of the mightily muscled
Jordanian, there were two that ensnared his own impressive cock. For
every delicious cable of muscle visible within the clasping upper
legs, there were two fibrous strands of excited blood-fed meat
pounding to the beat of his heart within the metalized tool of
manhood. For every ounce of strength exuded by the core of each
muscle on the compact, sweating body, there was twice that within the
hardened flesh of the super aroused member.

The legendary forearm size and strength was no match for the visible
capacity of the pulsing 10" cock now dimpling the hard core of Rolf's
mid-section with its engorged mushroom head. Without conscious
awareness, Hassid's scissors crunch was now being driven by the
pulsing beat within his own cock. Crunch after crunch came with each
beat within the core of the driving solidified male member.

This was the break that Rolf needed. Luck or not, he was swift enough
to recognize his opportunity. Rolf shifted his breathing cycle to be
counter to that of Hassain's pulsing in his crunching leg-lock. With
each relaxation, Rolf forced his mind to concentrate on forcing his
own considerable obliques and abdominals to reduce the effects of the
previous pressure lock. Soon he was able to breath more comfortably
as he began to take control of the actions within his own interior.

Once refocused, Rolf reached down and, hooking two fingers under the
nostrils of his attacker, swiftly yanked upward. The force of the
movement stimulated by his superior arm mass and strength brought the
desired results as Hassid screamed in brutal pain. His head flew
backward and his legs lost the control they held over the German
midsection.

Rolf rolled quickly away from the released pressure and flung the
totality of his muscular being upright with amazing dexterity. The
vastness of pumped muscle that consumed his entire frame shook as
much with delight from release as with sheer power as his feet landed
solidly on firm ground. His signature pecs bounced in flowing
grandeur with the pride of his accomplishment. His arms raised high
in a motion of victorious salute. Waves of muscle rippled through the
gargantuan breast meat and flowed with equal spectacle around through
the winged massiveness of his distended lats.

A suddenly dazed Hassid dripped blood from the cut along the base of
his nose as he struggled on to all fours. His back flared and
shoulders bouldered with muscle as he fought his way toward a
standing position. Hassid's triceps mounded up like the hind quarters
of a great racehorse as he pushed his swaying body upward from the
ground.

Before he was fully erect, the German enveloped Hassid in a mind-
boggling array of muscle. Hassid reacted without thought and
attempted to push away against the onslaught as his hand encountered
the stoned wall of one of Rolf's pecs. Hassid was half way successful
as he rebounded from the painfully hard impact.

He was just far enough away before the German regrouped and secured a
vice hold around one flailing wrist to see what awaited his return to
the center of the pectoral gravity. The German did not possess a
heavily muscled chest. No, they were a pair of veritable horizontal
mountains of global muscle proportions never before proffered on any
man. They were as desirable as they were deadly. They were as
unavoidably attractive as they were invincibly destructive.

Each rounded crescent of these meaty marvels rose and fell like
mooned globes cavernously overhanging the stratified abdominals
carved well behind the leading edge of marbled tissue. Fanned hills
of muscle pushed out from the depths of the vertical cleavage canyon
and roped their way over the tip of the domed spectacles and dove
back to the invisible depths of the shoulder/biceps penetration. The
tips of the milkless, darker dollar-sized nipples hung so far under
the cliff masses as not to be visible when viewed head-on.

The only way to guess at the meaty thickness was to explore the very
depths of the inviting central valley. As the flesh parted to show
the sweat glistened central core, Hassid found his free hand drawn
into the unreal vestiges of weight-induced accomplishment. His hand
plunged to the very base of the hidden chest-plate. As the canyon
walls of meat closed in responsively on either side of the extended
offering, Hassid stood transfixed as the precious breasts consumed
the first finger joint; then the second joint; and then his very
knuckles.

The cave of meat shut its doors tightly around the embedded digits.
The original plan by Rolf to smother the bleeding face of the
disturbing Arab within the core of his massive breasts gave way to
this alternative opportunity. Bringing his biceps tightly together
against the outside edges of his gargantuan pectorals, Rolf forced
the meat to assume its maximum depth. Soon Hassid's hand was
completely buried within the slitted core of the impossibly created
muscle.

Rolf clenched both fists and raised his lower arms as if forcing
himself to curl an immense weight. All 31" of upper arm massed into
cock hardening balled splendor against the outer reaches of his own
trapped pecs. The famous biceps split several times into lined,
vascular wonders. Each separate rounded boulder of striated meat
mounded together like interlocking scoops of lava heated igneous
rock. In the process, these outer behemoths pushed ever harder
against the sides of his own straining pecs.

At first he could feel the Jordanians trapped fingers and palm
struggling within the reaches of his constricted pectoral meat. The
sensation only drove him to clutch ever harder with both of his
exploding biceps as they pushed themselves toward a densely pumped,
multi-fissured record of 32". The feeling of the embedded appendage
sensually stimulated the deep fibrous muscle material within the very
core of his amazing pectorals.

The engaged body of manly tit muscle formed its own sweeping arcs of
corded fingers of enriched meat as they cut the blood flow into and
drove all feeling from the embedded hand. Rolf rolled his pecs in
undulating constriction as each twitching bundled mass massaged the
numbed fingers with their pain inducing strength. Rolf could feel it
as Hassid's reactively writhing body thrust his steeled cock
repeatedly against his own over-stimulated groin. He sensed the
smoothing flow of the silky precum as Hassid's unbending shaft
slipped over his abs with each succeeding thrust.

Hassid's face turned several shades whiter as the first sound of
crushing bone within his trapped hand reached his ears. Rolf's glare
turned into a smile of recognition as the grinding pectoral masses of
muscle snapped joint after joint and shifted their impregnable force
from digit to digit. When the last of the rapid cracking sounds had
receded, the German finally released the useless Jordanian extremity
from its destroying temple of muscle.

Hassid collapsed to the ground finally convinced of the futility in
attempting to conquer the Aryan collection of muscle. His own veined
and striated chest pounded as fast as his rushing heart. His good
hand instinctively covered the useless, injured body part. Rolf
glanced down at the convulsing image on the ground and took
particular note of the still thrusting groin and the explosively hard
cock. It was clear that Hassid's member was in dire need of release
and there was nothing the German would have enjoyed better than to
watch the Jordanian succumb to him in the throws of a final orgasm.

In an act of pure arrogant defiance, the German giant straddled his
conquest with his back to the Arab's face and bent forward grasping
the pumping organ with both extended hands. He relished how hard and
powerful the Arabian tool felt. Rolf tightened his grasp as his hands
began the up and down grind along the 10" length of hot, poled meat.
The German's own cock responded in kind as his foot long steely pipe
expanded to over 3 ½ inches in diameter. His balls filled to rich
hardness as an enormous wealth of cum prepared its own victory salute
over the inevitable outcome.

Even from below and with a partially cock-blocked view, Hassid could
see the extension of the Rolf's infamous, bulbous, marquee pectorals.
They jiggled in heavy undulating pleasure and flexed in still-
desirous formations as the German's working hands sought to trigger
the final release of Hassid's pipe-like organ. Rolf's amazing triceps
coiled in spring-like motion as they assisted the bodacicous man-tits
in the humiliating conquest.

For the first time, Hassid had the opportunity to focus on the
splendid ass muscles attached to the rear of the German. They were as
intoxicatingly inviting as the ponderous pecs. As Hassid began to
drift into injury numbed mindlessness, his focus became fixated on
the writhing actions of the glorious ass cheeks pumping and grinding
not far above his face. As the concentrating hands of the German
slide down toward the base of Hassid's rapidly readying cock, Rolf
repeatedly exposed the glory of the inviting sphincter ring to his
conquest.

It was at this moment that Hassid realized that this giant who could
not be conquered from the outside might be assailable from within.
Putting all of his remaining concentration into one final valiant
effort in the name of his country and his people, Hassid fisted his
remaining good hand and thrust it upward with intentional aim at the
exposed intestinal channel door.

The engaged German was completely unprepared and Hassid succeeded, in
one painful explosive move, to force his entire fist within the
brutally muscled posterior. The scream that erupted from the German
could be heard at the most remote corners of the arena. Rolf's
already overactivated cock convulsed in painful recognition. His
reacting balls constricted every drop of heated juices from within
their bellied sacs as cum spilled forward and cascaded out from his
cock in rich globs onto the lower extremities of his Arabian invader.

As the hot white liquid soaked the Jordanian's legs, Hassid shifted
his concentration to the contraction of his own amazing abdominal
construction. Hassid forced his upper body up from the ground as he
drove his immersed forearm deeply into the ass of the painfully
contracting Aryan muscle machine.

Clenching his fist from far within the confines of the German
intestinal core, Hassid's legendary forearm ballooned into
destructively rock hard fibrous muscle ripping the ringed entry point
out past its limits of flexibility. As Rolf reacted in an expected
upward shift, the Jordanian opened his embedded palm briefly and
closed it clutching at whatever it could grasp. The soft, moist
internal tissues were no match for the powerful fingers and tendoned
forearms.

While Rolf had succeeded in disengaging himself from the internal
invasion, his ripped sphincter dripped red from the mortal
destruction within his invincible outer body. In a final move of
unimagined surprise, he spun to face his assailant as his body
convulsed in one final awe-inspiring display of stupendous muscular
contraction before crashing backward onto the ground. Spasms of
muscle crossed from human form to divine definition. The legendary
chest lifted in one last, muscle-inspired, undulating heave of
striated splendor before settling into a soft meaty flowing arc of
death.

Hassid forced his pained and damaged body up to stand over the
conquered German figure. The initial shock of the astounded crowd
became a cheer louder than had ever been heard before. It was truly
the triumph of this David over his Goliath. Hassid stared down
tearfully over the remains of the gorgeously muscled form on the
ground more mindful of the truth than the cheering crowd.

In his damaged condition, there was no opportunity for Hassid to
defeat his next opponent and, according to the contest rules, he had
no option but to face another combatant. Hassid staggered away from
the massive prone figure and wandered over to the location of his
initial display of strength. He centered his body over the tortured
remains of the post he had destroyed and raised his good hand in a
signal of victory. As the roar of the crowd intensified for one last
time, Hassid thrust his body down and embedded himself on the
sharpened wooden spike he had created. It entered his ass hole as if
the act had been well planned and practiced

Before the wood took his insides and his life from him, Hassid's cock
exploded in the fountain of cum that Rolf had sought to achieve as
his own signal of victory.