The Security Council - Chapter 4

by: John


The loss of the great and glorious German muscle creature in the last
round as part of the unprecedented double elimination had thrown the
entire competition into turmoil. The international corporations that
had paid untold millions of dollars for advertising rights were up in
arms over the revenues to be lost because there would be one less
contest over which to spread their commercials. Two days had gone by
in legal maneuverings and rescheduling. In the end it was decided
that these final two matches would both be broadcast during peak
viewing hours.

The three remaining contestants from Canada, Brazil and Senegal
really didn't care when they were called to action - only that it
happened as quickly as possible so that they were still in their
absolute peak conditions. Of course, since Brazil had chosen to keep
their representative, literally, under wraps until he was called upon
to compete and, since he had not yet been selected, no one really
knew exactly what that "condition" was.

But the world was about to find out what all the mystery was because
the monitor had selected the man from Brazil to face off against the
statuesque gentleman from Senegal. The tightly controlled media of
the most populated South American country had limited the comments
about Luis to vague innuendo about the extraordinary results the
Brazilian government had achieved under their secretive and
revolutionary new training program.

The towering figure of the deep brown West African moved to the
center of the arena first as the anthem of Senegal boomed over the
speaker system signaling the start of this next-to-last battle. At 6'-
5", Yar was the tallest of all the contestants. Like Luis, he had not
been selected to fight before today. This was only the second time in
the history of the event that two "fresh" bodies were being offered
up this late in the competition.

Yar untied his yellow, red and green robe and let it slip to the
ground revealing a body that, in comparison to most, seemed much too
lean for this competition. It was not that he lacked in any
dimension, it was just that his great height tended to visually
stretch out his 360 pounds. The one amazing dimension that could not
be diminished by his height was the unusual length of his great soft
cock.

The crowd grew suddenly quiet as the music moved on to the beginning
of the Brazilian anthem. Obviously, all the media foreplay had done
its job as Luis stepped up to the center of attention in the midst of
an unusually hushed audience. As his green, yellow and blue cape
careened to the grassy carpet, the silence was lost to a unanimous
gasp of disbelief. All the assertions of immense and unbelievable
physical grandeur had not been exaggerated. In fact, most agreed that
they had been seriously understated.

It was as if the greatest elements of the stupendous German, Swedish
and Chilean predecessor combatants had been harvested from their
bodies and collectively assembled, further enhanced, and then
combined onto the body that now stood before the awestruck crowd.

The raven haired Luis was only 5'-10" tall but every inch was of
staggeringly rich and defined muscle. It had been known from the
onset that he weighed in at 420 pounds, only five pounds less than
the phenomenal German but the South American was three inches shorter
than the doomed Aryan had been. The finally unveiled result was that
every brutally carved hunk of meat clinging to his frame was
proportionally larger. That was except for the amazingly compact
waist which was, in fact, two inches trimmer at only 30" in diameter.
This incredibly tight midsection seemed all the more diminutive when
set against the delicious fullness of the prodigious, still soft,
cock swaying healthily below.

Immediately upon exposure of this most grand Brazilian body with its
marvelous genitals, the promise of Yar's own cock began to move to
fulfillment. With all eyes transfixed on the image of Luis, almost no
one had noticed that before the Brazilian anthem had concluded Yar's
cock had become a veritable flagpole of power. His chocolate colored
weapon had masted out and up to it's fully extended 15" length and
flushed out to a riveted 3 ½" diameter at the base. The two-fist
sized cap shown like the mighty crown befitting a great king. Rumors
of this weapon of mass destruction had preceded its actual unveiling.

With the conclusion of the music came the moment for the competitive
pose-off. Yar did his best to show off the lean sharpness of his 25"
biceps and reflectively cut 63" chest. The 31" waist was so distant
from the broadest part of his ample upper torso that they cut toward
each other in sharp lines rather than as a fluid arcing tapers. He
possessed an ass as crisp and lean as the rest of his fat-free body
that remained in striated splendor even when relaxed. The upper
thighs matched his waist size but seemed too small for the towering
figure and his long calf muscles moved in gently flowing richness
from their 23" center core down to his wonderfully trim ankles.

Each successive pose demonstrated just how sharply crafted his
overall form was. But none could deny the amazing scale and wonder of
his magnificent cock. The shaft stood out like a rodded pipe of
smelted iron pointing slightly upward as it move with undiminished
thickness from the rigid anchoring at his groin to the sharply flared
crown. With each pose, twist and constriction, Yar's cock waved with
pronounced power befitting its size and appearance. It bounded in
lusting delight each time Yar cast his eyes upon the flexing image of
his overwhelming combatant.

Luis relished the chance to finally reveal all that he had kept so
carefully hidden until this moment. At the direction of his trainers
and consultants, he had even had to work out alone and isolated from
the others so as not to unveil "the goods" until it was time to do
so. Luis, perhaps more than any of the contestants, had been
selected, bred and focused on the goal and task for which he had been
trained. Part of the reason for his selection by his country, in
addition to his astounding genetics, was for his mental fortitude and
drive to become the absolute paragon of manhood.

While Luis had always maintained himself in pumped and prime
condition, the excitement of this moment pushed his stupendous body
to an even more unbelievably higher level of visual accomplishment.

Slowly Luis assumed a traditional double biceps pose so as to capture
the attention of the audience immediately. As his biceps continued to
mound up endlessly higher under the painfully slow contractions, the
audience grew silent, once again, in sheer disbelief. Head-sized
spheres formed and then split onto several interlocked balls of
intensely reinforced fibers. Then, amazingly, they split yet one more
time into crystal bundles of diamond hard consistency as the majestic
peaks climbed higher and higher still.

When the uppermost peaks reached the bottom of his clenched fists,
Luis had to raise his hands slightly so that the mountains of flesh
could continue higher still. At the same time, he forced himself to
concentrate on the defined density of his beautifully billowed
triceps that hung as heavily cabled wonders below the domed upper
mountains. Soon his arms were as thick top to bottom as a woman's
hips were broad from side to side. Yet this monumentally dimensioned
wonder was composed of pure, solid, voidless meat.

His fully flexed upper arm appeared almost as thick from front to
back as it was high. When Luis had finally succeeded in the fight
between the mass of his writhing biceps and his ballooned forearms to
bring his elbows into a right angle, his upper arms fleshed out at
their full 33" girth. The vein-fed beef was a monument of lined and
billowed splendor never before known on the body of any man. The
power within was as unguessible as it was obvious.

Luis vacuumed his diamond formed abs as his 30" waist cut itself down
to 28" of brutally tendoned perfection. He did this to further
accentuate the unbelievable 45" mounded muscle differential between
his girdled loins and his 74" upper torso. Twisting hard to one side
while maintaining the raised biceps position, Luis was able to
display the grandeur of his boulder-strewn lats as they cantilevered
out with broadened layer upon broadened layer of fibrously brilliant
muscle as thick as that of his distended arm mass. The front belly of
the inhuman lats were so large that they pushed against the fully
blossomed rear portion of the most astounding pectorals ever compiled
on one human body.

The posing music ended as Luis moved to bring the equally
unimaginable promise of his pecs, legs and ass into full display.
Respectful of the rules, he left his audience with the unfulfilled
wanting for more of this awesome muscle spectacle show. He thought to
himself that there would be plenty of time for the muscle show to
continue after he secured his victory. It was, instead, time to shift
to the demonstration of inhuman strength.

Luis, already primed and working toward his ultimate muscular frenzy
moved quickly toward six loops of heavy chaining that he had asked to
be prepared in advance. Each loop was composed of a number of carbon
hardened steel links each made of bent metal as thick as a mans
thumb. At Luis' direction, the connecting ends within each link had
been welded shut so that there was no opportunity for it to simply
bend itself open. The total loop of each chain was about 28" in
circumference.

Shaking each previously pumped arm as loose as possible and
concentrating on his relaxation techniques, Luis began to slip the
nooses of metal over his wrists, three per arm. While they would have
easily slid over the upper arm mass of his opponent and most of the
other competitors, Luis struggled to get the crimping and pinching
metal up to the central portion of his painfully relaxed upper arms.

The valiant fight to position the chains by embedding them harshly
into the bodies of his relaxed arm meat sent shivers of mind-boggling
muscular display through many of his other engaged muscles - pecs,
lats, traps, forearms, legs and ass - as he gyrated the linkages into
place. Ultimately he was successful - though now covered in a layer
of shiny sweat that further enhanced the gigantic vision of muscular
splendor totally covering his body.

Then he began the painfully slow process of reforming his arms into
the brutal double biceps pose that he had offered with his
unrestrained marvelously massive appendages before. At first the
chained metal bands disappeared into the overshadowing softened
tissue. Then Luis began to mentally reinforce his fibrous wonders
with tension inducing concentration. He had seen so many young men
who had had their upper arms painfully painted with the images of
looping chains but, here, he was demonstrating the challenge of the
real forged metal against real invincible muscle.

The links locked to their maximum circumference in no time as his
forearm began to bend toward the vertical. Keeping his triceps as
free-flowing as possible, Luis focused first on the massively
mounding biceps. Link after link connected to this upper tissue was
pushed out to the very surface. With the metal came the preponderance
of rope-like veining that helped to define the solidity extending to
the very core of these mountainous muscles.

Again, the upper arm vestiges balled ever upward as each individually
interlocked bundle separated and defined its presence. Each of the
three surrounding bands on each arm creaked its resistance to the
fibrous attack as the brilliant domes of meat hardened into greater
and greater forces and zoomed higher and higher toward the beckoning
heights of the fisted palms above.

The still flaccid triceps absorbed the cutting pain as the metal
remained deeply embedded in the core of their softer tissue. At just
past the half way point in the forearm maneuver, Luis began the
secondary assault on the metal by the larger lower miraculous muscle
formations. His triceps accepted the challenge without hesitation and
demanded that the engulfed metal move out from within their hardening
depths.

The carbon steel chains were faced with the choice of failure or
proving their worth and capacity to be greater than that of muscle
that had been pounded and formed over years of practice to form
themselves with an accomplishment of density comparable to diamond
brilliance. Luis arms began to insist that the metal coils magically
become over 4" bigger than they had been constructed to be.

Blood and meat pumped and worked together as flesh turned to stone
and stone turned to diamond. The creaking was that of failure, not of
expansion as each of the chained loops shattered like heavily
impacted glass into multiple pieces so numerous as to be uncountable
as they cascaded to the ground. The magnificent pronouncements of
muscle had won. It was impossible to think of how any mere human
could even consider being able to overwhelm the awesome Brazilian
creation.

But, then again, it was only a short time ago that similar thoughts
had existed about the now deceased German and Swede.

Disappointed that his own wonderful body would not hold the attention
it deserved when compared to that of his opponent, Yar elected a most
unique display sure to awe any spectator. Moving toward an area where
several weights and bars were piled, Yar selected two forty-five
pound plates and returned to the center of arena. He asked the
Brazilian to hold one of the plates for him. Luis accepted the
request with quizzical hesitancy.

Yar grasped the remaining plate at the outer edge on each side and
held it up, as if hoisting a great shield in front of his chest with
his arms outstretched. He took several deep breaths full of
concentration. While he had done this before in the privacy of his
own gym, Yar had never attempted to show this side of his unique
abilities in public before - and never with this much weight. As
quickly and hard as he possibly dared, Yar moved the central core
hole of the weight to the end of his throbbing cock and pulled with
both sinewy arms until the head of his phenomenal cock and about a 6"
length of its shaft had been forced through the meat-plugged hole.

Yar held the heavy metal plate in place for a few seconds until he
was sure that his blood pumped organ had stiffly locked itself within
the constricting core hole. The veining on the portion of his huge
organ extending out from beyond the ring of metal corded out in a
sharply painful display of reinforced meat. Yar released his grip as
the full force of the round steel collar worked with the unforgiving
gravity of the earth to rip his member from its aroused horizontal
position.

The combination of forces failed in this first attempt to dislodge
his amazing tool. Turning with painful glee to his fellow contestant,
Yar took back the second steel plate. He dared not wait too long out
of fear that his cock would grow so engorged that there would be no
opportunity to repeat the maneuver. He positioned the object as
quickly as he could and repeated the earlier motion. This time the
more difficult struggle to succeed was apparent in the face of the
large dark man.

The second band of heavy metal stopped about two inches from the
point of contact with the first. Because of the added distance in the
leverage, Yar was initially afraid to release his hold. As the
protruding section of his cock froze into an even harder vision of
reinforced flesh, Yar decided that he had no choice but to honor the
commitment he had made to himself. His only option was to concentrate
and succeed or to face self-created humiliation.

With an audible sigh of hope, Yar let go. The pain as 90 pounds of
leveraged force unforgivingly threatened his cherished manhood was
instantaneous and unbelievably intense. The vacuum sealed joints
between the collared steel and the steely hard cock shaft ripped with
intense pressure as the uncaring force of gravity reached back
through the core of his enraged meat to the very root of his cock
where it tied itself to his groin and lower abdominal area.

Every muscle fiber in his being intensified in the heat of the battle
for his prodigious cock to remain shafted in horizontal erection.
Yar's balls rumbled with churning cum seeking release as the pain
driven pressure transformed itself into erotic accomplishment. The
brutally engorged bright crown of his cock glowed hot with the fire
of sadistic passion as it, at first, slide down with its pointed slit
aiming toward the ground and, then, rebounded to horizontally
reinforced stiffness as Yar's intensely aroused body overwhelmed the
gravitational forces acting upon his cock.

The massive Luis stood in transfixed awe at the wonder of the
victorious tool pumping through the weighted assault as if engaged in
a multi-rep workout set. The sound of the horn signaling the time to
begin the mortal battle but Yar's cock continued to curl the
astounding weighty mass of metal up and down in glorious victory as
his body pumped sensually driven beat after beat of reinforcing blood
into the trapped end of the glowing hot weapon of maleness.

Luis began to grow impatient as Yar's crotch obviously took over his
mind as his enflamed testicles screamed for the release of their over-
aroused juices. Passionately driven agony filled Yar's sexually
focused mind as his balls attempted to pump endless amounts of
pressurizing cum through his constricted, weight-blocked shaft. His
face contorted with the joy of orgasmic relief and the trapped creamy
fluid pounded to a halt behind the first collaring plate of metal.

The only thing Luis desired more right now than to partake in the
sexual liquid meal waiting behind the metal plates was the victory he
had been created to secure and that his country sought. He moved up
to the towering muscularly contorted figure. Yar, in his hypnotic
trance of uncompleted lust, seemed oblivious to the presence of the
overwhelmingly muscled Brazilian.

The very touch of the impossibly gorged organ sent shivers of raw
sexual want through the body of the South American behemoth as his
own flooded muscles quaked with desire at the intensity of the
severely pressurized tool. Luis' hands moved playfully hard over the
steely rigid flexing instrument. Yar's 15" member had been stretched
by at least another inch and inflated to over 4" across as the
combination of trapped cum and blood pounded away within and
threatened to explode.

The erotic stimulation lead Luis to move his grasp to the core of the
writhing hot shaft behind the crimping metal bands. He could feel as
well as sense the continued pumping of cum as it pounded within up
against the closed wall of exit. Luis found himself engulfed in
sensations of pleasure never previously experienced as his rough,
lusting hands slid back and forth along the inhuman shaft from plate
to groin in increasingly rapid strokes.

Seizing this rare opportunity, Luis found both of his hands wrapped
tightly around the very base where the cock exited from the groin.
His arm and pec muscles pummeled themselves into their own inhumanly
carved hardness of gargantuan proportions as he fought to close his
grip around the erotic weapon. Once he felt that his hold was as
secure as his own amazing strength would permit, Luis twisted his
entire body with blinding shearing force.

It was not possible to determine if Yar's scream was one of overjoyed
sexual release or of mortal anguish as his stupendous cock, balls and
all, was separated from his body by the assaulting muscular
Brazilian. The pressurized cum flooded backward and splattered to the
ground mixed with brilliant red blood as the freed end finally
presented the opportunity for escape by the various liquids. It did
not take long for the passion driven pumping of escaping blood
through Yar's demanding groin to drain the man of enough of the fluid
to bring his life to its untimely conclusion.

The stage was set for the final confrontation of the ungodly muscle
of the Brazilian against the impossible beauty of the Canadian.