The Security Council - Chapter 5 by: John Tonight was all about the pageantry .. and the final brutal challenge. It had been two full weeks since the megalithic muscular Brazilian had decimated the towering black cock-king from Senegal. Over the decades, the media, and the world, demanded the opportunity to dwell over the final assault between the last two competitors. Bars, restaurants, parties and the various electronic communication systems were filled with debates, arguments and pure speculation as to who would be victorious and how one or the other of the two remaining consummate paragons of muscular fortitude would meet his inevitable end. The images of the dismemberment of the challenger from Senegal by the impossibly muscled Brazilian and the strangulation of the great Swede by the gorgeous creature from Canada were played over and over feeding the growing global frenzy. The vast wastefulness of the destruction of either of these most glorious of human creatures was bantered about by human rights advocates. At the other end of the spectrum, staunch defenders held fast in their belief of the value in the program because of the countless lives they alleged to have been saved by the virtual elimination of global confrontation at the expense of only fourteen knowing, essentially voluntary, victims. Photos and videos of the impossibly perfected naked bodies of the two waiting combatants plastered magazines, walls, monitors and papers everywhere as the phenomenal creatures were elevated to the level of icons by a lustful and sex-starved public. Billions in wagering heated the conversations about how one could be destroyed or where the weakness of the other lay. Of course, it was pointed out in countless languages, whichever man was the victor would claim the opportunity for untold wealth, and glory along with the title for their respective country. In addition, the two nations from the UN Security Council still represented reveled in the time afforded during this extensive interval to spin their own mythical tales on the glory of their candidate and countryman. After all, one of these nations was about to be the beneficiary of enormous world power for the next decade simply because their uniquely muscled gladiator was able to overwhelm the other vastly spectacular being. The successes of their respective muscular creations had earn both nations the right to be represented on the next Security Council and, with that, to send contenders to the battle scene ten years from now. Rumors were already in circulation about new and better gene technology and training programs in the works. Just looking at the vast muscularity gains since the last competition where none of the men were over 400 pounds, had the world already excited about the level of magnificent muscle and strength they might witness in the next challenge. The spin that had been woven this year by the two nations for tonight's competition had been no different than for those in the recent past. Brazil smothered the various forms of global communication with tales of the immense, invincible power of the god- like creature they had created. Luis had been elevated by their hype to being proclaimed already as the epitome of human muscular accomplishment. They fed the demanding public with sexually evocative imagery and quotations about invincible muscle presented by the spin doctors of his native homeland. Brazilian officials bespoke of how the four-hundred and twenty pounds of incomprehensible muscle that had been witnessed for the first time only two short weeks ago was merely a foreshadowing of what the world would see on this night of the last great battle. Indeed, his coaches, trainers, nutritionists and protectors had rushed Luis away to hidden, undisclosed quarters and, as they reported, subjected him to a training and diet program so intense that the Luis they would witness tonight would be a newer, even better paragon of manhood. The media swallowed the leads completely as report after report and article after article suggested that, in Luis, a human form of such prophetic magnitude had been created that the concept of anyone being able to overcome this awesome spectacle was beyond comprehension. Stories began to surface about how this living mountain of incomprehensible muscle had been selected because of his singular drive to succeed in addition to his remarkable genetic potential. Canada was no less intent on attaining a positive focus aimed toward its marvel of manhood. Picture upon gloriously sexual picture of Maurice in all his impossibly handsome perfection were everywhere and assaulted the basic animal lusts of each and every viewer. How, the ads asked, could anyone who was good and caring even consider destroying this absolute and ultimate achievement in human muscular beauty? Certainly, no one could deny how immensely pleasurable and dream-like this three-hundred and sixty pound Canadian spectacle was. The silken tanned flesh oozed with raw sexuality. Signature images of the interplay of perfectly sculpted body part with perfectly sculpted body part and the woefully inviting deep blue eyes and pouting lips were everywhere. Men and women around the world swooned with verbal platitudes over the inexplicable sexiness of this perfectly muscled form and figure. Plus, as a more well-known entity, the guile and quick-thinking qualities possessed by Maurice could not be, and were not, underestimated by the gambling public. What ever the remarkable beauty of Maurice yielded in muscular dimensions, he more than compensated for with his sharp and tactical mind. By the time of the evening of the final conflict, the public support had given a slight advantage to the Canadian beauty over the painful muscularity of the Brazilian beast. Luis, who was, in his own regard, angularly handsome of face and, obviously, dazzling in figure, reportedly was very upset over the "Beauty and the Beast" scenario. And, while Maurice was pleased with the sudden influx of interest in his flawless beauty, he did not want the world to forget that it was his muscular development, agile skill and astonishing strength that placed him in the same final arena with his worthy opponent. The night had arrived. One of the greatest and most popular Canadian singers had just completed another overproduced version of their national anthem when the multi-storied curtain in the form of the flag of Canada signaling the entrance of the first of the two representatives. The expertly oiled, naked and glorious body of Maurice had never looked more appealing or imposing than it did on this night. He, like Luis, had undergone the best training, dieting and preparation that his country could provide. Knowing cameras zoomed in quickly and swept repeatedly over the astounding form and figure as it floated to the center platform. The stadium filled with audible sighs driven by pure passion and raw lust. There was not a man or woman present who would have rejected any opportunity to spend time bestowing endless admiration and worship on this body of living sculptured brilliance. The word flawless had been used repeatedly when attempting to define this marvelous creation, but it was exactly the right word to explain what existed in and on this breathtaking body. Maurice moved like a flowing statue of living muscle up onto the platform. The sheen of his oiled body reflected in brilliant splendor under the caressing lights of the arena. He cast a warmly captivating smile to the audience from his model-perfect face. Silky brown curls blew thickly across his carved brow in the pleasant evening breeze. Raising one huge 26" arm that was as perfectly honed and proportioned as every other part of his body, Maurice met the resounding cheers with a friendly and thankful wave. Then the cameras focused on the orchestral performance of the Brazilian anthem. The choir of children who sang were much more inviting than the overdone Canadian presentation. The Brazilian officials who had planned this rendition were pleased that it had been exactly the right choice needed to sway the audience to an appropriate sympathetic welcome for their gladiator. The curtain parted upon completion of the tune and the emerging image of the naked Luis, once again, was accompanied by gasps of disbelief. For a second time, the bragging of the Brazilian rumor-mongers were, if anything, understated. As the figure of his weigh- in statistic flashed on the monitor, the disbelief grew to astonished awe. The 5'- 10" man that had been the consummate compilation of muscle at four- hundred and twenty pounds now appeared as an invincible immortal carrying four-hundred and thirty-five pounds of intensely created muscle-meat. Since both men were about the same height, the visual difference of this additional seventy-five pounds of densely crafted muscle on the body of Luis was something beyond description. There was so much preponderance of muscle assembled on the frame of the Brazilian that every minor movement of the oil polished body resulted in a memorably awesome and sexually arousing readjustment in the totality of muscle involved. The platform steps thundered and groaned under the brutally applied forces as the impossible image of Luis mounted the stage and announced its unavoidable presence next to the limitless beauty of the Canadian. And, yet, all too soon, one of these intense physical specimens would no longer exist in the world of the living. This, indeed, was to be a competition of legendary stature. This would be a contest of which the world would speak for many, many years to come. Suddenly, all the fears and worries held by the various sponsors and media concerning the matching of two "secondary" countries dissolved to the level of humorous anecdotes. Even the growing band of nations that had refused to participate in what they described as "an unnecessary carnage in the name of corrupted and perverted power" found that they had large viewing audiences drawn in by the addictive hyping. This time, each man was to have three minutes of his own for the posing demonstration. As the show began, it also afforded the two challengers the chance to mentally speculate on their greatest chances for success. Following the same order as the randomly selected entry, Maurice moved to center stage first. As if the swooning beauty already apparent in the muscle cascading over the length and width of his astonishing body wasn't sufficiently displayed, an array of carefully located lights replaced the more general arena lighting. Soothing shadows formed across the liquid strength of the perfectly muscled creature and reflected off of the combined oils and sweat. The soothing shading of a naturally accomplished tan added even more depth and volume to the vision of Maurice's awesome musculature. He flowed from luscious display to luscious display with the grace and wonder of a finely polished professional ballet dancer. Only the scale and scope of the inordinately created muscles signaled his true calling as a devotee of strength and power. Maurice began by pulling both arms into a gracious and marvelous double biceps pose that was intoxicatingly enhanced by the twisted flow of his lower abdominal core designed to accent the smallness of his trim 29" waist. Holding the masterful arm pose with all 26" of cut, interlocked upper arm muscle in prominent display, Maurice let one stretched and gracefully muscled leg drift backward as he lowered his torso down toward the floor so that the front upper leg mass sat splendidly on top of the ballooned calf muscle curled below it. His ample cock and balls draped down into contact with the platform surface. Luis was immediately captivated by the brilliantly beautiful creature and, in his own way, saddened over his need to destroy this rare level of perfection. Yet even as he watched, Luis envisioned the possibility of simply twisting the fabulous upper torso from its lower extremities at the point where the aesthetically trim waist joined the amazing body together. He could also sense the opportunity to completely demolish the wonder of the impossibly handsome face within the very depths of his own colossal pectorals. The warm touch of the tip of his marvelous maleness against the heated flooring surface switched Maurice's overcharged sexuality into high gear. As he held the position, Maurice began to twist, again, from side to side. His extended leg pushed his exposed gluteal mass into a raised lined array of locked magnificently dimpled meat. The open space at the base of his groin between the widely spaced upper leg masses provided plenty of room for the rapid expansion of his pendulous cock. From his vantage point Luis began to dream of the possibilities afforded to him by the magnificently formed domes of sculptured ass laying spread open before him. The smooth deeply etched vertical central cavity offered by the flexing Canadian virtually invited invasion. The only decision was as to what specific weapon to use in partaking of this special posterior offering. Surely complete insertion of his 17" of hardened pile-driving cock would be sufficient to render the ass apart internally. But, then again, the mounded globes of desire begged to be literally torn asunder by hand. Unaware of the postulations of the Brazilian, Maurice's meaty manhood blossomed toward fully aroused ripeness in an ever lengthening, thickening and rising arc as his posing continued. Maurice tilted his upper torso back slightly and extended his more upraised arm out straight. The mass of the billowing triceps replaced the image of the fully realized biceps splendor. The flowing movement also began the display of the thickening upper pectoral mass by the extended arm. Maurice began to lower both marvelously muscled arms as he, simultaneously, raised his torso back up to a standing position. Now Luis imagined the possibility of severing the meaty upper appendages from their fluid connection and tie into the cannoned Canadian shoulders. Or, maybe he could just crush the years of painfully formed size and shape out of the muscle-laden upper arms until the sheer skin torn away and the fractured bones broke the now- flawless surface. The Canadian cock was rising to full promise as fast as his body was growing to full-height as he stood upright. The pecs fashioned themselves into wondrous balls of fully mooned meat, graceful as any extraordinarily well endowed woman but with the rich thick consistency of sharply strong male muscle. As the shapely meat filled the image of his upper torso with brilliant., great cascades of muscle, Maurice's cock asserted its own completed rise to irresistible wonder. All 3" of diameter and 14" of length of actualized steely accomplishment paraded itself from the tiny muscled loins in a softly upward curve from its anchored core to its mythical crown. A web of finely reflective veining surfaced between the glowing, stretched skin covering the fabulous shaft and the bounty of meat packed within the beating cylindrical tube. The site of this most splendid sex organ reminded Luis of his efforts on the man from Senegal. What better way to bring his own cause to a successful conclusion than with a repeat of the previous method of victory. He could already envision this paragon of human beauty destroyed and rendered into a useless lump of flesh by separating the very core of his maleness from the rest of his marvelous body. Maurice continued as he swiveled in a complete circle in a slow, continuous and graceful heal to toe spin so that every section of the viewing audience had the opportunity to assess his overall magnificence, including Luis. The marvelous taper from 64" of strength defining upper body mass to the 29" diamond cut waistband left everyone wanting to taste of the muscular eye-candy. The turning glutes rose and fell as piled living relief sculptures on a pair of lovingly chiseled legs. Adding the aesthetics of one of the most beautifully realized cocks with the fully rounded, free-waving balls, pushed most every viewer to giddy abandon and wild lusting that this phenomenal creation should not be touched, damaged or destroyed. But that, of course, was exactly what Luis was charged to do. The Canadian wonder finished with a simple but elegant bow as the astonished audience witnessed extraordinary flexibility for a creature of such bountiful muscle as his full pouting lips placed a solid, wetting kiss on the head of his own magnificent organ. It had been quite a show, indeed. But now it was time for a very different, but no less amazing display from the Brazilian paragon of muscle. As the flowing image of Maurice moved off into the shadows, the overpowering figure of Luis filled the ring of lighted stage with overwhelming muscle. Four-hundred and thirty-five pounds of monstrously magnificent meat commanded the center of attention. There was no way to describe a vastness of honed muscle so enormously mounted that it had never before seemed even remotely possible that all of this could coexist on one brutally handsome frame. While it was not the same form of aesthetically balanced beauty sculpted onto Maurice, it was, none-the-less, an awesomely beautiful sight to behold. If muscle was the name of the game and the primary goal, then Luis was the epitome of that accomplishment. Yet it remained the challenge of Maurice to prove that this magnitude of muscle could not only be overwhelmed by the actions of another man, but that it could be decimated and destroyed. They had seen his biceps and triceps demonstration once before but, so that the memory of Maurice's demonstration was pushed far into the back of everyone's mind, Luis pounded the audience with the instant vision of the mounded monstrosity contained on each of his mind- shearing arms. Instantly, the audience not only forgot about Maurice, but were dazzled with arms an additional inch larger that those that had rendered the impossibly strong core of the West African's maleness useless when last displayed. The unseen Canadian shook with the shock of the spectacle that he would have to face in a few short moments. There was no way he could let these arms gain control over any part of his body. The power and strength within those writhing fortresses of muscle was too much to ponder. The newly presented upper arms now flexed in at a record breaking 33" of overall girth. While they had virtually achieved equal status in scale with the chest size of an average human, there was no cavity of empty space within the core of their bulk. These were vestiges of solid, crystalline meat from leading edge to leading edge. The monstrous wonders were as brilliantly dense from outer surface through to the very bone at the central core. It would take four large hands to extend, finger tip to finger tip, around the full circle of rock-like meat. Memories of the shattered chains filled the minds of many awestruck observers as they tried to image the feel and wonder of these two vast appendages. Their combined size exceeded the total diameter of the Canadian upper torso they were about to encounter. How that beautiful muscle-covered cavity could defend itself against these invincible creations was unfathomable. Maurice could not let himself continue to think of his desperate situation, he had to find a method for success. Under any other circumstances, Maurice would have chosen to pursue this magnificently monstrous collection of muscle for purely lust-fulfilling sexual purposes. There had been a constant stirring of longing emotions within the Canadian mind from his first sighting of the Brazilian wonder. But now he had to figure out how to penetrate and destroy an amazing anatomy that was well beyond human. It was clear that there was no way to challenge the bounty of muscle through the colossal arm mass. In the last round, Luis had been unable to display those other awesome accomplishments he called his chest, back, ass and legs. This time he was determined that everyone would understand the completeness of this previously unattained level of muscularity by any living human creature. Leaving his arms raised, Luis turned his concentration to driving his expansive lats to their maximum glory . He mentally forced the muscles to flare into truck-tire rounds of steel belted, pressurized meat. The distance from outer edge to outer edge where the wheeled wonders were interrupted by their intersection with his ballooned triceps was almost four times wider than the same measured distance across the width of his vacuumed waistband. Luis knew that a tape placed around the uppermost reaches of his inflated torso would now read in at 76" - this was a full foot more around than that of the waiting Canadian and the results were all the more dramatic knowing they shared the same 29" waist size. The preponderance of flaring upper back and immensely splayed pectoral muscle also offered little hope to the aspirations for success to Maurice. A glimmer of hope lay in the disproportionately small midsection. As astounding and lustfully desirous as it was in creating the exaggerated display of upper body overabundance, the displayed waist was clearly an area in which the two men were equally matched. The simple question was how to get around or by the other extraordinarily sized compilations of inhuman muscle to secure the hold needed in or around the minuscule midsection and maintain it long enough to separate the man from his spinal column. As Luis swiveled to show off the preposterous differential of chest to waist to its greatest effect, he shoved one of his enormous legs into front and center. His huge, soft, tingling cock and balls were pushed heavily to one side by the invasion of the massively thick meaty thigh. Forcing his kneecap back as straight and hard as possible, it disappeared within the deeply constructed shadows created by the striations of overhanging upper leg meat. There was no visible space between the inner thigh volumes of each upper leg. The 26" calf muscles appeared as if a chisel had been driven in long vertical sweeps to carve out the ribbons of notches between each splendid bundle. A second avenue of opportunity suddenly occurred to the sweating Canadian. No matter how much muscle this man had gathered on to his body or how densely structured it was, there were parts that were still as vulnerable as those of any other man. Perhaps all Maurice needed to do was to follow the lesson of the great legend of Achilles. He could see himself collapsing this tower of muscledom by simply crushing or ripping apart those wonderfully exposed ankles and feet. Maurice shivered at the thought of this giant of billowing muscle forced to drag itself to over his own victorious feet and begging for mercy before it succumbed to its wounds. By now Luis, who had always held amazing control over his own sexual stimulation, sensed that he was becoming aroused by his own demonstration and the gawking reaction of an unbelieving public. A pair of apple sized balls, that were obviously packed heavy with stored cream, appeared out from under the shadow of his swelling organ. Once again the audience wondered if this man had not been constructed with the augmented best body parts of those who had preceded him in this competition. Adding now to the enhanced elements of the German, Swede and Chilean was the vision of this growth- enhanced cock that could have originally belonged to the very man from Senegal Luis, himself, had destroyed. Luis' erect organ shared a consistency of structure with the overwhelming density of the rest of his vast muscles. Netted veining reinforced the fortitude of the tool as they dove in roped thickness into the intersection with the solidity of the groin. The fibrous vision of the beating meat appeared as if steel rods held it impossibly unshakable as it posted ever outward in a rigidly straight line from root to melon-sized crown. The 4" width held for the full 14" shaft length. The 3" long crown collared out at the leading end of the masted shaft a full 5" across and mushroomed around to the already dripping piss slit. Uncontrolled lust filled the slobbering handsome face of Maurice once more as his thoughts drifted back to his wants to simply possess this astounding body and cock and ravish it with endless forms of sexual conquest. Why he had to destroy this "eighth wonder of the world" momentarily escaped the suddenly confused Canadian mind. This was a creature built for raw sexual use and enjoyment, not one intended to be seminally deleted from the human gene-pool. Shaking himself back to reality, Maurice refocused on the fact that, however much he may wish it to be different, it was his obligation to cause the demise of the fantastic image flexing before him. For his close, Luis offered the audience a final drool-inducing inspection of the most awesome muscle-ass ever developed. The muscle was nothing less than two majestic mountains layered with stratified plated rock under the guise of flesh undulating beneath a sheen of oiled toning skin. They appeared to have been molded by the hands of the god Vulcan out of lava hot stone; cast in place; then carved by Michaelangelo himself as befitting the rest of the magnificent body. Maurice was no less affected than anyone else in his animal want to penetrate the inviting cave and let his own cock feed the yearning cavity with the milk stored in his own screaming loins. Maybe, before he closed out the life of this living massively muscled human sculpture, he would have the chance to revel in the pleasure of consummating his conquest in cum filling fulfillment. One thing was certain to the observing Canadian, it would be brain power more than muscle power that would defeat this lustful collection of muscle. The horn sounded. Enough of the dreams and plans. It was time to move toward the mortal battle itself. Man against man, muscle against muscle. For one last time, two men who were clearly at the peaks of their respectively marvelous muscular pinnacles were to face off against each other and only one would come away alive.