Countdown - Part 3

by: JOHN

The sponsors were pleased with the physical stature of the four
remaining men. Collectively they were referred to as "Group E",
Individually they were called by their numbers: 2, 3, 5, & 12. Their
names were Bill, Craig, Frank, and Stan. "The Grand Experiment" was
drawing toward its fateful end. Two of these four robed men were
about to compete while the other two were forced to wait patiently
for the next round. The monitor had already made the chose and the
two whose numbers had not come up moved off to their seats.

The two others stood ready and wanting to participate in Round #9 as
the countdown for one of the four to achieve ultimate physical glory
continued. Soon only three would be left. Both of the two selected
men had now moved off the platform. Today, it was the chance for Bill
and Stan to demonstrate the capacity and power of their awesome 490
pound muscle-bodies against one another. When all was over, the
remaining men would finally cross the 500 pound barrier.

Their bodies were muscular dreams unlike anything ever previously
created. They transcended the term "bodybuilder". They were gods of
muscle accomplishment possessing muscle dimensions that would have
seemed impossible only a year ago. Upper torsos big enough to
envelope two normal men were chiseled onto tight and sharply muscled
minuscule waists less than 32" around. Legs as large and hard as
century-old tree trunks rode atop pillared calf muscles of staggering
power. Yard-wide shoulders curved down into monstrously proportioned
upper arms averaging a yard around.

Today's two participants disrobed to reveal the swooning beauty
of
their bodies to each other.

Bill lived for muscle … muscle and fucking. It had been way too
long
in his mind since his number had come up. His face, shaved head and
body were hard and angular carrying the image of his disposition as a
cocky city punk. As he eyed Stan's delicious body, Bill's
mind was
already conjuring how marvelous it would be when Stan's
superlative
ass was forced to surrender to Bill's most remarkable cock. He
could
feel his cock already stirring with anticipatory excitement. Bill
knew it would be hard and fully charged even before the exercises
began and that was more than fine with him. He wanted Stan to see the
enormity of the cock that would be his last fuck. Bill flexed his
entire overwhelming body further stimulating his own sense of sexual
arousal.

As Stan stood eyeing Bill's massively constricting figure, he
noted
that Bill's cock was already unfurling. The monstrous head slid
down
along Bill's immense thigh muscles and, just as it moved level
with
his kneecap, the ungodly shaft started to pull away and arc up into
triggering position. As alarming as Bill's cock head appeared, it
was
the unusual and magnificent shape of the muscle-hard shaft the drove
fear into the heart of the viewer.

At 19" long, it was already a weapon with vast destructive power. The
piped shaft turned steely hard to the view as it rose up past
horizontal. The heavy veins Glowed with reinforcing power as the
unbelievable torpedo shape solidified into terrifying proportions.
Stan's body shuttered at the sight. Bill smiled back enjoying the
effect his tower cock was having on Stan's confidence. He turned
slightly toward one side so that the full impact of his cock would
been seen and its destructive force understood as it swelled to its
full presentation.

Bill clenched his stunning groin muscles surrounding the base of his
weapon of mass destruction. The gargantuan cock shaft shifted up and
down slightly as Bill's muscles drove the erotic motions. The
rock-
hard shaft erupted from Bill's groin at almost 3 ½" wide. Then
it
began to taper slightly as it moved out from the shaved area where
his pubic hair should have been. About 8" from his groin, The
tapering reversed and his cock grew fatter and looked even harder
with each passing inch of length. Six inches later, about 3" from the
collared base of the capping cock head, it was an astounding 4 ½ "
in
diameter. The shaft retreated back to 4" across by the time it
reached the bloated crowning collar of the cap. Bill's
fruit-sized
balls were ripe for the picking and clung staunchly to the underside
of his frightening cock nestled against the hardened swell of his
inner thigh meat.

The bowling pin shape coupled with the obvious rigidity of his waving
cock demonstrated the impossibility of survival to anyone unfortunate
enough to be on the impaling end of Bill's stupendous organ. At
the
same time, the thought of having Bill's monster-meat driving its
way
deep into your gut was almost hypnotically desirable. The roped
veining wrapping the pressurized meat beat visibly as they forced
increased stiffness into the great organ. Bill knew Stan wanted his
cock and Bill intended for Stan to get it. The excitement pushed
Bill's cock to more and more pronounced stiffness. He flexed his
abdomen offering Stan one last staggering wave of his cock's
deadly
power and brilliant hardness.

Stan tried hard to hid both his fear and his desire. He had not come
this far in this contest to give up now. Stan had already faced and
defeated three other challengers. He could not and would not let
Bill's taunting cock and body drive him from his course toward
ultimate victory. Stan was built like the proverbial `brick shit
house'. The vast muscle covering his body was breathtakingly
dense.
The veining that gave Bill's cock its awesome appearance did the
same
across the expanse of all of Stan's supercharged musculature.
Yet,
somehow, the webbing of endless veins only made Stan's body even
more
sculpturally appealing.

The bronzed skin and hair blond looked almost too perfect as Stan
focused his sea-blue eyes away from Bill's flexing image and
glanced
over the power of his own enormous body. Next to Frank, Stan
possessed the largest upper arms. Stan pulled his fisted hand
together in front of the individual eight islands of his plated abs
forcing the iron balls of his flexed biceps to battle the rising
glory of his crunched pecs. The impenetrable 36" of bind-blowing
upper arm meat forced Stan's muscle tits into shuttering rises of
head-thick striated muscle wrapped with a webbed netting of
fortifying veins. His writhing forearms rubbed provocatively against
the stiff projections of his aroused nipples.

Stan knew he was ready. With his confidence regained moved up to Bill
to offer the traditional kiss. Bill's outstretched hand stopped
Stan's advance. Instead, Bill pointed Stan toward the head of his
smiling cock. Stan stifled the initial sensations of anger and,
instead, bent down and kissed the top of the amazing organ. Rising
up, He shoved a monstrously flexed bicep in Bill's face. A
surprised
Bill's laughed deep and hard and then kissed the offered sphere
of
muscle. It was finally time to begin.

The choice of the first exercise fell to Bill. The great strength of
his mid-section lead him to select leg lifts. The great vision of his
cock also helped him make that selection. Bill wanted Stan to come to
know and understand the power and magnitude of the great cock that
would conquer him. Bill wasted no time in positioning his colossal
body along the length of the waiting flat bench with his arms locked
onto the top above his head and his legs draped from the other end
down onto the floor.

Stan tired to straddle Bill's massive thighs but, because of
their
preposterous scale, had to settle to ride them in a `side
saddle'. He
forced his hands in between the delicious thickness of Bills inner
thighs to serve as a means of maintaining balance and Bill began his
first leg lift almost immediately. His movements were sure, thorough,
fast and full of self confidence. The ride for Stan was both rough
and erotically exciting. What sexual triggering the sight of Bills
immense cock had not sparked in Stan's cock, the thundering ride
on
Bill's stiffly flexed legs did. Soon Stan's 18" cock arched
solidly
up in it inviting upward curl as his balls slapped loudly against
Bill's quads.

Bill's cock rose straight up and frigid from his plated loins as
if a
steel rod had been driven through its endless shaft and into the
bedding of Bills groin muscles. The great rectangles of Bill's
working abs glowed with power as they swelled convex under the effort
of lifting Stan's 490 pounds of muscle aloft repeatedly. Twenty
reps
became thirty and thirty became forty and Bill kept pumping through
them as if Stan's weight was barely perceptible.

The surges of strength stimulated Bill's libido forcing
reinforcing
blood into his already impenetrable cock shaft. The vision of
Bill's
emblazoned cock swelling harder and harder pushed into Stan's
aroused
mind. The rhythmic movement provided by Bill's stunningly muscled
legs fed the erotic thoughts from Stan's mind into his bouncing
balls
and beating-hard cock. Over the swell of his gargantuan breast meat,
Bill could not see the reaction his workout was having on Stan, but
he could sense its effects. The knowledge of the impacts caused Bill
to work harder and faster.

He knew that this first exercise would only serve as a warm up for
Stan. At the end of the sixty-fourth rep, Bill finally surrendered to
abdominal exhaustion. He laid flat on the bench for the permitted ten-
count as his abs slowly absorbed the immense pain of their workout.
Enriched with muscular-enhancing blood, Bill's abs stood boldly
etched onto his heaving lower torso. The intense tightness of his 32"
waist made his 64 rep accomplishment all the more dazzling.
Bill's
deadly cock projected perfectly still and staggeringly hard from his
groin as he rose to change places with a completely aroused Stan.

Stan got into position as quickly as he could. Bill showed amazing
dexterity as he succeeded in straddling Stan's monstrously huge
thighs. Bill's cock cross by one side of Stan's rigid tool
near the
base with the great head extended up past Stan's naval. Bill
leaned
slightly forward so that Stan could feel the weight of his imposing
cock on his abs. Bill want Stan to realize how deeply his cock would
penetrate Stan's insides when he was ultimately victorious.

The effect worked on Stan. He began his set of leg lifts with the
shuttering image of Bill's unforgiving cock meat exploding inside
his
body. Stan worked hard on his first reps trying to refocus his
thoughts on the exercise. He was surprised by how much easier the
movements were than he had expected considering that, he too, was
hoisting 490 pounds of shredded muscle locked onto his upper legs up
and down with his abs. Then it occurred to Stan that, by leaning
forward, Bill had unknowingly shifted his center of gravity higher.

Stan smiled with this new knowledge and attempted not to send any
signals of this to Bill. Bill seemed more focused on maximizing the
impact his cock could have on Stan's flexing groin and lower abs
than
anything. Stan worked through a full fifty reps before the pain of
his aching workout started to scream for an end to the torture. Stan
did not want to give in. He knew the benefit of having the choice of
the exercise and was determined to rip that opportunity from
Bill's
gloating hands. The pain grew worse until Stan finally lost count. He
forced out two more reps; and then one more rep; and then one final
rep out before letting his legs crash to the floor.

As he rose, Stan was greeted with the number `66' showing on
the
official counter. He had won this first round. He paraded with
obvious pride in front of Bill as he walked toward the camera. Stan
worked hard not to let his opponent see just how much his legs hurt
as he walked by. The second exercise was his to choose. Stan, like
Bill, knew his strengths. He knew what he wanted to do and his
seeming hesitation before selecting was mostly a ploy to buy time for
his aching legs and abs.

Stan waited the maximum permitted time before announcing shoulder
shrugs as his choice. He turned and presented his back to Bill
forcing the full width of his shoulders to explode into view.
Stan's
traps erupted from the base of his neck. The massive upper part of
the wishbones of muscle swirled with striated meat ultimately diving
beneath the meloned swell of his stunning delts. The v-shaped muscle
surrounded the core of his traps and were carved into a deep,
cavernous valley separated by the shadowed depth of his spinal cord.
Stan shoved the massive roundness of his shoulders forward adding the
unfurled brilliance of his lats into the equation. All this
astounding muscle swept in great arcs of meat into Stan's lower
back
where the fingered lines of his erector muscles pulled the
overwhelming spread into the tight, narrow knot of his minuscule
waistband.

Bill salivated over the offered image of hotly plated back muscle but
found his eyes constantly drawn to the core of his desires -
Stan's
flexing ass. It was cavernously beautiful and brutally powerful. So
much dense muscle laid carved and chiseled onto Stan's ass that
the
slightest movement was translated by the voluminous meat into an
endless dance of erotic temptation. Bill moved in to get a closer
overall look. As he did so, the tip of his monstrous cock head
scraped along the cleavaged dimpling of Stan's intersecting
mounds of
gluteus muscle leaving a wet line of precum inscribed along several
inches of the closed, meaty canyon.

Moving away from the tempting pressure of Bill's cock, Stan
climbed
onto a waiting platform. Bill assumed the required kneeling position
in front of and below Stan's overshadowing torso. Reaching up
over
his head, his hands came in contact with Stan's. The tow
interlocked
wrapping fingers to flexing wrists and Stan launched into his set. He
had bent over slightly to gain a good grasp. When he straightened up,
he carried Bill's full weight up with him. Rolling his shoulders
high, Stan began to pound through a muscle-carving set of shrugs.

With each rep, Stan could feel the top of Bill's shaved head
sliding
into the base of his heavy, fleshy balls. They slid liquidly over
Bill's polished scalp. After about twenty reps, Bill turned his
face
upward as he tried to lean back slightly. The next several reps were
spent in Bill's struggle to bring his biting mouth in contact
with
Stan's apple-sized testicles. Just when Bill was on the verge of
success, Stan reversed the rolling direction of his shoulders
catching the living weight below by surprise. He continued to shift
the direction of the lifting motions randomly keeping Bill's
lurching
mouth off guard until he completed his set at 70 reps.

As they exchanged positions, Bill shot Stan a stern look of
challenge. Stan knelt in place trying to fathom what devious
methodology Bill had in mind for his set. By the twenty-fifth rep,
Stan still had no clue as to what Bill would do. What Stan knew was
that his head kept nestling into the base of Bill's unparalleled
cock
and huge balls. Deciding he had nothing to lose, Stan attempted to
mimic the ball-mouthing that Bill had tried to pull off.

Much to Stan's surprise, not only did Bill permit the titillation
of
his gonads to transpire, he even seemed to be inviting it. After
several more reps, Bill leaned slightly forward as if to offer the
underside of his steel-hard cock shaft to Stan's exploring
tongue.
The shift in position pushed the meaty swell of Bill's undulating
man-
tits out precipitously over Stan's face and offered a cringing
view
of his cavernous triceps from below. The sight of these massive
muscles surging through their meat-embellishing variations and
severed by the dark piping of Bill's pendulous cock shaft and
globed
balls was a stupendously erotic vision.

It only took a few more reps before Stan found himself visually
engrossed and sexually engaged by the tasty equipment erupting from
Bill's sweaty groin and the succulent images of shatteringly huge
muscle dancing above. Stan continued to suckle on Bill's balls
and
cock while his own throbbing organ quaked harder and readier with
each stimulating rep. By Bill's sixtieth rep, Stan found himself
in a
great mental struggle. He knew that his actions were sure to be
having an affect on Bill's libido, but his own cock and churning
balls were sending signals of pending release shaking through his
body.

With tremendous reluctance, Stan forced himself to stop his tonguing
stimulation and to focus, instead, on seeking to control his own
yearning desires to erupt in a fountain of surrendering cum. A sudden
feeling of Bill's body shuttering to the growing exhaustion of
his
set of shrugs finally offered Stan a glimmer of hope. As each rep
became increasingly unsteady, Stan felt a level of personal
confidence returning. Bill tried to force one final rep out but
collapsed to the platform before getting his arms locked out
successfully. A silent curse formed on Stan's lips as he read the
screen showing that Bill had completed 74 reps.

Now it was Bill's turn to strut and prance in front of Stan. The
shrugs had pushed the vision of his upper body muscle to a level of
breathtaking sharpness. Bill strode directly in front of Stan and
twisted his torso so that the width of his shoulder spread and depth
of his gruesomely carved pecs were maximized and the trimness of his
impossibly small waist was minimized. Forcing his near arm straight
down by his side, Bill's triceps exploded into mesmerizing hams
of
spiral-cut meat displaying all 36" of marbled muscle and filled with
infinite power. As he locked his elbow in, Bill's triceps grew
into
an immense overhanging cliff of layered muscle surrounding the head-
sized depths of its central horseshoe shape.

Bill's pecs swirled with striated cables of twitching muscle as
he
forced his arms, shoulders, abs and traps to their maximum density.
The staggering tit-meat of the closer pec careened forward until it
hung out over his heaving ribcage over a full hand-span thick with
his aroused nipple dancing feverishly over the writhing surface of
undulating lower quadrant of the monstrous, flexing globe. The
partially blocked rear pec became a shredded display of countless
lined cables of steely muscle separated from its closer brother by
the hand-deep canyon of Bill's cleavage.

Glowing more prominently and proudly than any other muscle was
Bill's
excitedly waving cock and jiggling balls. The skin covering the cobra-
collared shaft was stretched so thin over the vein-reinforced cock-
muscle that it seemed to be nothing more than a coloring translucent
sheen. Bill worked his well-trained groin muscles so that the
embedded root created a rhythmic sway of the unearthly shaft lifting
the gravity-defying crown up higher and harder with each constriction.

Bill was enjoying the view of Stan's stunningly pumped body and
cock
as much as he knew Stan was of his. The clear drool of Stan's
precum
assured Bill of his provocative success over Stan's mind.
Stan's
torso muscle was gruesomely and gorgeously charged from the workout
that it was almost impossible to imagine that any more muscle could
be applied beneath the vein-covered, onion-thin skin.

Bill wandered slowly around to each side of Stan's pounding body
catching fleeting glimpses of Stan's unmatchable ass muscles as
he
dreamed of when it would succumb to his dangerously hungry cock. It
was the excitement of seeing Stan's flexing ass muscles that
drove
Bill's decision to call for leg presses as their next exercise.
Bill
climbed into the incline leg press machine locking the bottoms of his
feet up against the underside of the waiting platform.

Since their legs were so powerful, the platform itself already
carried a half-ton of weight. Stan seated himself on top of the
platform to add his 490 pounds to the equation bring the total weight
to almost 1,500 pounds. In this workout position, Bill's cock
stood
charged and ready extending ever upward just in front of his massive
thighs with the huge capping crown well above his knees and smiling
up toward and between Stan's dangling legs.

As he began to lower the seat and the weight, Bill's lower back
rolled upward causing his cock shaft to arc away from his thighs
toward the his mountainously high pecs. At the same time, Stan's
body
moved closer toward Bill's heaving chest until their cocks
crossed by
each other like great swords preparing to duel. By twitching his
groin muscles and twisting his hips ever so slightly, Bill was able
to swing his monstrous cock shaft up against the side of Stan's
stiffly piped organ.

As the two insanely hard cocks crashed against one another, a spray
of sweat fountained into the air from the point of contact. Bill
continued to fold his legs up against the stunning assemblage of his
chiseled pec meat dragging the side of the thickest part of his cock
along the side of the Stan's equally hard member. Bill groaned as
he
forced his balls to be captured within the core of his impacting
thigh and ab muscles at the bottom of the movement and then began to
force the ¾ ton resistance back up. Stan's precum-dripping
cock head
kissed the upper end of Bill's majestic cock shaft as they passed
back by one another sending orgasmic chills through both stupendous
bodies.

Bill worked his way through a slow and deliberate second rep as he
studied the best way to position his body and cock to have the
maximum erotic affect on Stan. He also searched for a way to minimize
the stimulating impacts caused by Stan's cock as his legs forced
the
weight back up again. By the fifth rep, Bill knew how to control both
his speed and the positioning. His legs grew hot with the joy of the
exercise as his quads and other upper leg muscles pummeled through
the emotionally charged reps.

Sweat rolled down Bill's legs and across his abs shining his
torturously beautiful muscles to diamond brilliance. Stan, too,
glistened with sweat as he struggled against the stimulation of their
engaged, tower cocks. The sound of Bill's painful groans as his
balls
became more deeply crushed in their trapped position against
Bill's
thighs, cock shaft and abs gave Stan hope. Between the erotic
stroking of his cock by Bill's, Stan could well imaging how it
was
going to feel to him when he did his set..

As he continued to force each incredibly stimulating rep, Bill closed
his eyes dreaming of the sight he would have of Stan's heavenly
pumped ass when Stan was done with his set. The thoughts were so
deliciously stimulating that it helped drive Bill to power fast and
harder through his own reps. He could still feel their astounding
cocks dueling past one another, rep by rep. Then, he felt the roll of
hot, hot sweat pouring off of his massive pecs and onto his
staggeringly hard abs.

Stan's unrestrained groan brought Bill's eyes open just in
time to
witness the second explosion of cum cannoning from Stan's over-
stimulated cock. Before he could react, the thick stream of cum
slapped against Bill's face drawing a flowing line directly
across
his waiting lips and onto curving surface of his striated pecs.
Bill's cock convulsed reactively at the sight. It took all his
self-
control to keep from erupting with his own responsive tirade of cum.
The volcanic churning inside Bills' balls made his cock shake
with
desire as he drove his legs up and flipped the human-weighted seat
into the locked position.

Stan screamed with a combination of unbridled passion and woeful
disbelief as the cum continued to sail from his quivering cock down
onto Bill's flawless muscles. Craig and Frank were already
positioned
on either side of their two competitors scooping Stan's cum from
midair as the faucet of his cock issued its seemingly endless stream
of enhancing fluid. Bill licked his lips clean and began to gather
the flowing cum from his hardened pecs in his hands for consumption.
Craig and Frank took turns sucking cum directly from the end of
Stan's stupendous cock head. Bill ingested whatever fell onto his
hot
body when the other two feeders switched off.

They knew that their bodies had reached the point where their gains
would now be more measurable in muscle power, density and
impenetrability. Soon Craig's Frank's and Bill's body
began to
shutter through their anticipated enhancement. They could feel the
very fibers of their vast muscles solidifying toward a perpetually
pumped and excited state of existence. The growing richness of the
meat covering their bodies forced the sharpness of each muscle to
diamond hard brilliance.

The three men watched as each others bodies turned into living
statues of muscled perfection. Bill flexed his freshly pumped legs
and thighs as the granite quality of his muscle swelled to over 42"
in diameter. Craig inhaled deeply letting the fullness of his new 82"
chest and upper back meat announce its staggering presence. Frank
curled his colossal arms as all 39" of his biceps and triceps peaked
and sizzled into severely charged beauty.

After a few minutes of self-absorbed flexing enjoyment, Bill began to
re-focus his own attention on the pride of his even more staggering
cock. He could tell just by looking that it had grown past the 20"
point. The huge crown was red-hot and red-hard to the touch. Yet,
even Bill was overwhelmed at the sight of his newly fortified cock
shaft. The cobra shape was more pronounced than ever as it flair out
from its 3 ½" width at the half way point to almost a full 5" wide
just a couple of inches below the glowing collar of the enraged cock
head. Bill couldn't even fathom a guess as to how much this
stunning
monster weighed but it had to be close to 20 pounds. It stood as
bold, straight and unmoving as ever. Curiously and cautiously, Bill
pushed down on the steely shaft at its fattest point only to find it
even more rigidly anchored into his tightly flexed groin.

By now, Stan's defeated body had climbed down from the seat of
the
machine. A wanting smirk crossed Bill's face as he watched
Stan's
delicious ass dismount. His cock quivered with want as Bill moved in
to claim his prize. Neither Craig nor Frank relished the thought of
what now lay in store for Stan. They had liked Stan as had everyone
else. Bill was another story but the victory and the rights that went
with it belonged to Bill now. Not wanting to be part of it, both
Craig and Frank chose to leave offering Stan one final kiss and
embrace.

Bill was glad to be rid of the other two. He would have his way with
them later. Right now, Stan, and his superlative ass, was his for the
taking. Bill's cock jumped again with the excitement. He wanted
Stan
and intended to enjoy every minute of the time that he had. Stan
remained surprisingly docile as they moved over to one of the flat
benches nearby. It was as if he had already resigned himself to his
fate. It would not be long before Stan's body would shut down on
its
ability to absorb the cum proteins needed to maintain and enhance his
size. Once this ability was lost, it could not be recovered. A fate
of continued physical diminishment awaited him. Know this, Stan laid
his phenomenal torso face-down along the length of the bench with his
knees and lower legs on the floor spread as far apart as possible.

As Bill moved into a kneeling position behind Stan, he let his hand
languish on the great wealth of gluteal muscle and flawless beauty
plated before him. Stan cringed at the touch sending luxurious waves
of flexing meat through his ass cheeks. This only served to excite
Bill all the more. They continued to share in Bill's
self-pleasuring
for several minutes before Bill decided it was time to claim his
trophy.

More for his own satisfaction than out of a concern for Stan's
comfort, Bill applied a silky coating of lubricant to the monumental
girth of his painfully hard cock shaft. As he did so, Bill enjoyed
the feel of his own stupendously hot and hard cock. As he stroked his
monster organ, the feeling of his clutching fingers stumbling over
the heavy ropes of veining strung between the taunt skin covering and
the unyielding cock meat added to the sense of stimulation shooting
into his loins. Bill forced himself to cease his self-appreciation so
that he could partake of the main course of Stan's ass.

Stan murmured at the touch of the tip of Bill's deadly organ
against
his exposed sphincter. Bill rubbed the end of the huge head around
Stan's sensitive opening ring of muscle sending stimulating
charges
surging into Stan's swooning brain. The stunning cables of muscle
carved over Stan's splayed ass cheek quaked reactively pulling
Bill's
lusting hands hypnotically onto their flexing surfaces. Slowly
Bill's
exploring hands found their way on to the upper reaches of the
shredded butt meat providing him an amply bouldered handhold location.

Twisting his groin forward, Bill's solidified cock head lurched
slowly forward attacking the closed ring of inviting muscle. The more
Bill shoved, the more the resistance grew. Bill grasped Stan's
tight
hips and began to force the spectacular body toward his wanting cock.
Ultimately, the endless power of Bill's cock began to force
Stan's
resisting orifice open. Once broken, the great controlling muscles of
Stan's sphincter moved to embrace the growing width of the
invading
organ.

Stan's initial groans of passion shifted to emissions of pain as
the
broader portions of Bill's snaking cock head forced their way by
the
portal ring. Soon Stan screamed the pain of man being invaded by a
cock head larger than two clenched fists. His entire body convulsed
with muscle sharpening beauty as it showed its reaction to the
murderous invasion. The sight of Stan's insanely large
musculature
chiseled to perfection and under attack only pushed Bill's
desires
for ultimate conquest higher.

Leaning back, Bill withdrew most of his kissing cock head. Stan
sighed and began to relax. Then, without warning, Bill shoved the
entirety of his gargantuan cock head into Stan until he could feel
the ripped ring of sphincter muscle clasped around the leading edge
of his steely shaft right behind the sensitive tissue of his excited
crown collar. The vision of Stan's suddenly flexing body made
Bill
oblivious to Stan's painful screams. Bill's mind raced with
lust as
he began to force the first few inches of his monumental cock shaft
inside the god-like muscle form of Stan's body.

Seeking to enjoy the experience as long as possible, Bill pulled the
few inches of embedded shaft back until the rings of collar cap and
sphincter massaged one another. Bill's entire body shivered with
overwhelming stimulation. With knowing desire, Bill thrust his cock
back into Stan up to the very fattest swell of the cobra-shaped
shaft. The five inch diameter was too much for even Stan's
stupendous
musculature. The ring of sphincter muscle was ripped and torn beyond
repair within.

Bill shoved again pushing almost half the shaft length into the
stunning muscle creature. Stan's ass muscles became images of
unbridled striated glory as his body began to surrender to its fate.
Bill's hands and eyes absorbed every possible memory of the
flexing
imagery and power as his groin rapid maneuvered his cock further and
deeper into Stan's carved muscularity. Stan's body spasmed
uncontrollably as while Bill pummeled through his mindless fucking.

Stan continued to vibrate through the last moments of life as
Bill's
cock exploded its cum into his ripped interior. The hot cream flooded
Stan's intestines and ripped its way into his muscle-shrouded
cavity.
Bill continued to drive more and more of his stone-hard shaft into
Stan's conquered body until all 20" had been inserted. Cum kept
fountaining from his torturously hot cock for a seemingly endless
period of time.

Finally spent, Bill unceremoniously pulled his still hard shaft from
Stan's meaty carcass. The sensations of fucking the mountain of
muscle that had been Stan had been all that Bill had dreamed it would
be. As he began to clean off his proudly waving cock, Bill was
already dreaming of his next conquest.