Countdown - Part 6

by: JOHN


The day had finally arrived for the final confrontation between the
two remaining men. Thirteen had started in this competition but, over
time, it had been whittled down to these last two 550 pound nearly
perfect muscle creatures. Bill & Frank understood the challenge
before them. Prodder, the supreme muscle creation remained with them
to welcome the final victor into the ranked of the elite group to
which he already belonged.

Bill's uniquely gorgeous 21" cobra-shafted cock was already as
charged for action as the rest of his tremendous body. The iron-hard
cock shaft was as dense and solid as every other muscle on his vast
body. Bill flexed semi-consciously as he awaited the signal to begin
the competition. He had won the coin toss and would have the
opportunity to select the first exercise. His mind rang with the
words offered to him by Prodder earlier in the week. As he waited,
his eyes continued to measure his opponent.

Frank was a stunningly muscled man and, Bill was sure, would prove to
be a worthy final challenger. Bill did not want to let Frank's
shorter stature fool him into underestimating Frank's immense
strength. For every inch in height Frank gave away to Bill, he more
than made up in the scale of his various individual muscles. In spite
of Prodder's warnings, Bill's mind raced with the visions of his
desire to sexually conquer Frank's 39" biceps and head-thick pecs.
Bill longed for the moment when he would be able drive his prodigious
cock-weapon into Frank's defeated asshole.

Frank was astonished that Bill's unbelievable organ was soon already
powered to a complete state of erection. Seeing Bill's frightening
cock sent shivers of excitement into Frank's aching groin. Frank knew
that it would not take much more visual stimulation before his own
massive organ zoomed to its 4 ½" rooted girth and 23" length. For
now, Frank focused his mind on the need to win and away from his
sexual desires. Frank's muscles quaked evocatively as he sought to
control his passions and emotions as Prodder had suggested.

Today's competition was, in many ways, different than all of those
that had preceded this. Today it was all about raw strength and
personal focus. There would be contests, just as before, but the
range of them was much less limited. In fact, the more personally
challenging the better. This would permit Prodder to better assess
the training needs of the final victor. As usual, the first to cum
would be the looser, but creativity in the challenge was expected.

Bill was not about to let them down in this regard. For his first
selection, he requested `bar-bending'. While Frank possessed
individually larger muscles, Bill believed that his taller stature
and greater arm length would help provide an advantage in leverage.
They would each take turns bending solid steel bars, each about 6'
long, of increasing diameter around a steel column. The first to be
unable to force the two ends together would be the looser. Bill loved
his muscle, and as beautiful as Frank's larger muscle were, Bill
believed that his conviction and focus would prevail.

They started with ½" diameter bars. Bill went first. Placing his body
with the column between it and the bar, Bill grasped each end with a
hand and began to pull the ends of the metal tubing toward him. His
back, shoulder, arm and chest muscles jumped into the challenge
immediately. It only took a few jerking seconds before the two ends
crossed by one another in front of his proud chest. It was no more of
a challenge for Frank though it was harder for him to reach out as
close to each end of the bar as it had been for Bill. His more
voluminous chest and shorter arms pushed against the nearer surface
of the fat column as he tried to reach out as far as possible. In the
end, it didn't matter because the ½" bar proved far to puny for his
great muscles.

The ¾" bar was not much more of a challenge to either of them. The
most they were getting out of this exercise so far was a good warm-up
pump for their massive muscles. Bill's already stiff cock relished
the easy workout and jumped and waved its excitement as his great
muscles powered their way against the easily bending bars. Frank,
too, found himself getting aroused. His reaction was more from seeing
Bill's great body and surging cock driving through its early workout.

They both breathed heavier and harder over the 1" diameter bars. It
took longer to bend but, in the end, they both felt better for the
increased challenge to their blossoming muscles. The first signs of
strain came with the 1 ¼" bars. Bill's pecs jerked solidly as he used
a series of quick yanking movements to force the bar around the pole.
His cock jerked with equal excitement at each pull. Bill's pecs stood
fractured and striated across his chest as he forced the two ends
together.

By now, Frank's cock was half way to full erection. The visions of
Bill's pulsating pecs and delts as he powered through the bending
exercise along with the excitement clearly shared by Bill's cock was
hard to resist. Frank struggled at first but ultimately found it
easier to use the power of his pecs pressed against the column to
help him. The twin rocks of man-breasts worked like two great
boulders into which Frank could lean his attention. This permitted
his massively muscled biceps, triceps and delts to do most of the
work for him. The column tried to push its way into the valley of
Frank's frozen cleavage, but the rigidity of his pec muscles proved
too strong.

The 1 ½" bars through the 2 ½" bars were a wonderfully welcomed
challenge for both men. Their bodies were now pumped and flushed with
the power of the workout and they both had their techniques down pat.
As the bars got thicker, Bill's jerking motions during his turn grew
more and more erotic to watch. His torso muscles were ripped to
shreds and glowed with striated power. His waving cock slapped hard
and loud against the side of the tortured column as if beating out
its percussion tune of victory. Frank wanted not to watch, but his
lustful desires would let him turn away. He, too, succeeded with both
bars but not without a struggle and not before his cock had risen to
its full and remarkable 23" glory.

The real battle finally erupted over the next bars. The solid 3" wide
and 6' long bar weighed in at over 150 pounds. Bill flung the bar
into position with a loud clang against the column. Grimacing with
determination, every muscle on his upper body became crystal perfect
as he began. Bill's back, glutes and arms shredded into maps of
stupendously fibered meat webbed with pronounced veining. His forearm
muscles writhed with stupendous musculature. Bill's pecs glistened
liked great ridged mountains of sweat-polished rock. He groaned with
each shockingly vigorous yank against the resisting steel tube worked
against the straining inhuman muscle. His body and cock shook with
violent desperation as the fight continued. Sweat rolled from Bill's
crested musculature flying out in all directions with each painful
tug. It took almost two full minutes before the ends of the bar
ultimately surrendered to Bill's overwhelming power.

It was Frank's turn. To Bill's surprise, Frank elected to jump
directly to the 3 ½" diameter bar. It was a bit of a struggle for
Frank to get the 200 pound rod in place with the locked between it
and his enormously thick pecs. Once settled into position, Frank
closed his eyes to help him focus on the task. He added his own
little silent prayer as he tightened his monstrous man-tits against
the column for leverage and began to pull using the vast strength of
his stupendous back and bulbous upper arms. Frank's achingly hard
cock pushed hard against one side of the column adding its unique
power to Frank's endeavor. Grunts of pain and determination spit out
of Frank's clenched mouth as he worked to overpower the solid steel
of the bar.

Frank's biceps, triceps and forearm muscles grew so large and
pronounced that they threatened to rip right out of his over-
stretched skin. Roped veins jostled for position over his forearms
and biceps in the vacuum formed space between tissue-thin skin and
diamond hard muscle. The supporting column fought to compress the
thickness of Frank's straining pecs but the monstrously hard meat
refused to yield as the twinned globes of muscle-tits thrust every
ounce of their immeasurable power toward the bending of the huge
steel bar.

The scraping sound of metal against metal echoed through the room as
the twisting bar was forced around the circular post. Frank's
majestic cock reflected the light from the room off of its vein-
faceted surface as it responded to the battling pressures with its
own powerful reinforced hardening. The huge cock head gleamed with
reddened fulfillment in its excitement. The bending thick steel
seemed to possess insignificant power against that of Frank's
insanely flexed body. Frank lowered the bar to waist height as the
two ends were drawn toward each side. The narrowness of his waist
permitted him to bring the ends closer together than his gigantic
upper torso would have allowed.

Finally, after almost four minutes of endless struggling, the two
ends were brought to within the acceptable distance needed to qualify
for acceptance of completion. Frank released his hold on the bar
letting it clang to the floor on top of the pile of previously bent
bars. He staggered back from the column with his amazing musculature
still sculpturally honed onto his sweating and convulsing body. Even
his massive cock stood rigidly proud wearing the same petrified glow
that possessed his severely striated and straining muscles.

Bill stood in awe at both the accomplishment and the sight of Frank's
unbelievably chiseled muscles. He knew the struggle he had had with
his last bar and, accepting the defeat with surprising grace, he
acknowledged Frank to be the winner of this first contest. Bill
stopped short of a congratulatory handshake and Frank, dismayed by
that failure, launched into an earth-shattering most muscular pose
intended to taunt his fellow competitor. It worked! The sight of
Frank's completely hardened body with its superiorly mounted cock
almost brought Bill to orgasm on the spot.

After the prescribed moment of rest, it was Frank's turn to make a
selection. The tiring pain still at work deep inside his overtaxed
muscles did not keep him from following Bill's lead to be inventive.
Frank's choice was simple and, yet, because of the greater volume of
his muscle mass, obvious. For his challenge Frank chose to pit his
biceps directly against Bill's as he directed that they would engage
in a one-fall contest of arm wrestling.

It took a couple of minutes for Prodder to set up the room for them.
Frank had counted on that to give himself more rest time. When all
was ready, the two naked muscle creatures assumed their leaning
positions on either side of the small round bar-height table. Laying
their opposing elbows onto the surface, the men shifted for position
as they locked their right hands tightly together.

Even before Prodder signaled to begin, their monstrous biceps
quivered with anticipatory power. The huge globes of biceps meat
quaked like massive planets of muscle in the throws of immense
seismic activity from deep within their cores. At Prodder's count,
the contest began. Both gargantuan biceps froze instantly solid as
did their intensely muscled forearms. The monstrously peaked muscles
swelled upward until they threatened the very space occupied by the
interlocked fists.

The fullness of Bill's 36" upper arm mass became saturated with
vascular definition as cables and tributaries of veins danced into
reinforcing view. Each heavily trained round of muscle forming his
chiseled bicep was divided from the next mass by clear lines of
striated division. Each monstrous peak became ripped with fibrous
definition and the overall sphere of the entire muscle formed sharp
cliffs of granite-like meat where it dove into the equally striated
shoulder, triceps and forearm.

For every fiber and striation carved onto Bill's bouldered bicep,
there were two chiseled onto the staggering surface of Frank's larger
bicep. Even Frank could sense that the 39" solid monster on his
struggling arm had been so pumped and charged by these exercises so
far that it would surely tape out at a full 40" by now. The shorter
length of Frank's upper arm only added to the immensity and eroticism
of the scale of his stunning bicep. Peak after Alpine peak of
fissured muscle rose to fill every inch of space between his bulbous
forearm and writhing shoulder. The giant sphere of hardened flesh
cantilevered precipitously over Frank's coiled triceps cast long
shadows down onto the lower arm muscle.

The pronounced veining on Frank's shattering bicep appeared as if a
knowing butcher had wrapped the huge cut of meat with thick cables to
hold it all in place and then stuffed the lean meat into a sausage
tubing of skin far too small for the contents. Frank glanced over to
his sensational bicep repeatedly drawing renewed inspiration from the
sight. With each look, the surge of power in Frank's mind helped to
move Bill's bending forearm further and further from the vertical and
toward the surface of the table.

Sweat rolled off of Bill's forehead as he fought to resist the
growing momentum of Frank's arm. His painfully hardened bicep peak
began to spiral even higher as its massive bulk was forced to twist
around on his arm. Bill, too, found the sight of Frank's brutally
flexed 40" bicep to be swooningly erotic. Bill's cock jumped under
the table surface with each look pounding the underside of the top
like a beating drum with its solidified cock head.

As Bill's hand and arm rolled further and further back, Frank smiled
proudly at Bill's straining face. The volume of Frank's steel-belted
forearms rolled over top of Bill's vein-lined lower arm pulling the
front of Frank's hugely balled bicep between them. As if to announce
his forthcoming victory, Frank leaned slightly forward and gently
kissed the uppermost peak of his astounding bicep. The vision was too
much for Bill. He knew his choice was to either surrender to the
muscle or surrender the waiting cum churning hotly in his balls. He
chose the former. His wrist and forearm resounded loudly as they were
slapped onto the table top by Frank's overwhelming bicep.

As they rolled away from the table, Frank repeatedly flexed and
kissed his victorious upper arm muscle showing off its massive beauty
to and at Bill. Once again Frank shifted into a stunning most-
muscular pose forcing his winning biceps prominently into display
framing the staggering swell of his thickly trapped pecs below the
striated melons of his deeply etched deltoids and traps. Standing
more proudly than all of these overwhelming muscles and rock solid
with waiting power was Frank's stupendous 23" cock.

The more Frank flexed and showed off, the more angered for victory
Bill became. Silently he swore that, in the end, it would be his own
miraculous organ that would taste the victory of Frank's inviting
ass. Frank, of course, had other plans. He pondered his next
selection carefully and then announced his choice. Knowing that his
arms needed a rest, Frank, still pushing the competition envelope,
called for a tug-of-war.

With Prodder's assistance, the two heavenly pumped competitors soon
found their taut waistlines wrapped and bound within a linkage of
heavy steel chaining. About ten feet of loose chain was draped
between them with a yellow ribbon tied at the middle. Two green lines
were taped onto the floor about five feet apart and the ribboned
chain link was laid exactly in the middle. Bill and Frank wrapped
their fingers around the massive links. Their already hard arm and
shoulder muscles writhed with veined power as they lifted the extreme
weight of the chain in readiness.

No time was lost by either man at the instant that Prodder counted
out the signal to begin. Frank immediately launched into a program of
short, swift yanks in an attempt to keep Bill's immensely flexed body
off balance. Frank's thicker musculature filled with solidified
meatiness. Every insanely large fiber of his monstrous thighs and
superbly defined ass glistened into stunning view with each measured
yank on the chain. His straining lats unfurled like great steel-
belted wheels of handsomely carved meat as his arms surged back and
forth in their erotically charged chain-pumping motion.

Bill's staggeringly pumped legs froze into columns of striated rock
as his upper torso leaned back onto the stretched swell of his
invitingly formed haunches. The rhythmic yanking on the tortured
chain by his anatomically displayed opponent sent bolts of chiseled
perfection deep into the meat covering Bill's arms, shoulders and
chest as his torso muscle absorbed the repetitive tensile shocks. It
wasn't long before Bill could anticipate the pattern of Frank's
consistent pulls and releases.

The sight of Frank's tensing and twitching body and waving monster-
cock in Bill's eyes was immediately translated into a further cock-
hardening response in Bill's loins. The sense of acting muscle power
in Frank's mind combined with the threatening image of Bill's
dangerously hard muscles and cock caused a similar response in
Frank's glowing hard cock.

It seemed to Prodder that this could be a long, visually stunning
contest. Bill had other ideas. Anticipating just the right moment, he
waited until Frank launched into one of his strenuous yanks and,
rather than responding with full resistance, Bill gave Frank a
seeming momentary advantage by move into the pull instead of against
it. The reaction was exactly that for which Bill had hoped. Frank's
monumental body rolled back with unexpected awkwardness.

As Frank struggled to regain his balance, Bill tensed his entire body
into a living sculpture of infinitely defined muscle and pulled with
all his might. Frank's body spilled forward onto the floor. Bill
continued to pull without remorse dragging Frank's splayed
musculature across the floor until the yellow ribbon cross the
victorious blue line nearest to Bill.

Bill dropped the chain and, anxious to demonstrate the power of his
win, moved over Frank and, placing one foot on top of the swell of
Frank's towering muscle-ass raised his torso up into a drool-inducing
double biceps flex of victory. Frank's gluteal muscle froze into
solid mountains of deeply etched meat reactively. Enjoying the feel,
Bill's foot wantingly explored the power of the rocky ass surface.
His frighteningly hard cock jumped several times with wanting desire
as the sense of power in Frank's brilliant ass muscles filled Bill's
lusting mind.

After a few short victory poses, Bill announced his competition
choice to the stunned expressions of both Frank and Prodder. Frank
immediately offered an objection to the selection. Prodder considered
the objection for a moment before acknowledging that the choice was
within the parameters of the competition intents. In the end, Prodder
concluded that the cock they possessed was as much a competition
muscle as any other muscle.

It took several minutes before the arrangements had been completed.
Both men soon found themselves kneeling, face-to-face, on platforms
about six feet apart with their preposterously huge cocks
cantilevered toward one another and their precum dripping heads about
18 inches apart. A hanging basket" had been created out of a 45 pound
plate laid flat over four links of chaining. These were in turn hung
from each of the staggeringly hard cocks with the linkage crossing
just behind the tender swell of tissue defining the crowning flair of
each crimsoned cock head.

If the fact that the erected power of each cock seemed totally
unaffected by the 60 pounds of plate and chaining hanging from their
insanely hard aroused positions wasn't enough, the goal of the
challenge was even more shocking. Prodder began by simultaneously
placing an additional 25 pound plate onto the flat 45 pound base. The
challenge was to see which man could endure carrying the most weight
the longest using only the power of their hardened cocks.

The upward curve of Frank's brilliantly beautiful cock appeared to
give him the initial advantage but the extra two in length of his 23"
member also meant that he would have to endure the greater pressures
of increase torque. Bill's amazing cock shape with its cruel cobra-
shaped shaft had become legendary for its unforgiving strength but
only time would tell for the narrower anchorage into Bill's groin.

A second twenty-five pound weight was added after the prescribed
thirty seconds. Again, neither monstrous organ seemed affected
although beads of renewed sweat streaked both stern faces. Both
bodies turned into stone-hard muscle displays as they fought to
support the cantilevered burden swinging far out from their stiffened
torsos. At the end of thirty seconds, a third twenty-five pound plate
was placed onto the stacks bringing the total cock-hung weight to an
amazing 135 pounds.

With the latest addition, Frank's massive musculature quaked
momentarily in response sending out stunning images filled with
sexual tension. Bill, noting the affect and wanting to conceal the
pressures within his body, turned his concentration to the great
power he knew his cock possessed when it was this aroused. Slowly
focusing, Bill began to force his great cock to flex upward several
lifting the basket of weight with it.

After one painfully controlled cock-flex, he forced out a second rep.
This was followed by a third, fourth and fifth cock-curl. Even
Prodder's god-like perfection reacted to the sight of Bill's flexing
organ. It took only a few short seconds for Prodder's 26" latex-
sheathed cock to stand proudly aroused.

The power of the exercise took over Bill's mind as he powered through
the sixth erotic cock-flex. His balls churned with desire as they
sought to feed the orgasmic feelings within but Bill was so focused
on the exercise that his mind was not paying attention to the sexual
response he was evoking within his body. With the seventh rep came a
showering of pec-covering cum.

Bill looked down with reality-focusing surprise as the heat of the
erupted cum brought him back to immediate awareness. Frank was
equally overcome as the power of the second explosion of cum erupted
from his weight-draped cock. Watching Bill flex his heavily burdened
cock had been too much for him to take.

Frank's cock continued to spew its hot cum with undiminished force.
Bill lost no time in scooping the rich, thick syrup from his soaked
pecs and abs. He did not want to waste a drop of the precious meal.
With the basket of weights still swinging wildly from his own cock,
Bill slide off of the platform as the Frank's flowing cum arced down
onto the floor. Kneeling on the floor, Bill relieved his cock of its
chained burden as he lapped the reminder of Frank's cum from the
floor.

Then Bill moved his face to the dripping head of Frank's gargantuan
organ to lick the final oozing vestiges of man-juice. Wrapping both
strong hands around the steely hard shaft, Bill scraped the last
drops of cum from within the defeated shaft. As the weights finally
began to pull down Frank's drained shaft, Bill's body began its final
shuttering toward muscled perfection.

Bill could feel the growing density pounding within his muscles. His
pecs and lats quaked with each surge of growth. His legs and arms
burned hot with increasing musculature. The muscle covering Bill's
upper torso pushed against his arms as the inhumanly dense meat
pushed his skin to translucency with the demand of their 86"
dimension. This was then challenged to become 88" and then, finally,
90". The same transaction flowed over his striated thighs as they
expanded to 46" and his calf muscles pushed out to 29". The envy Bill
had of Frank's 39" arms soon drifted into memory as his own upper
arms exploded with new impenetrable muscle until they had grown to
over 42" around with the same brilliant muscle-quality that was in
endless display on Prodder's 44" arms.

As compelling as Bill found all this ultimate muscle covering his
body to be, it was Bill's love for his cock that still caught his
greatest attention. It took only a couple of minutes before the great
cobra-like monster stood an inch longer than Frank's at a full two
feet long. As he unconsciously triggered his stunning organ to pump
with increasing hardness, Bill could sense that the 135 pound weight
it had just flexed to victory would be mere child's play for him now.
Bill lovingly stroked his new cock muscle-shaft with one hand while
exploring the greatness of expanded muscles draping his god-like body
with the other. Finally, his balls sent their message of need to bee
fulfilled to his staggered mind.

Bill's eyes shifted away from his own impeccable muscle to Frank's
supremely pumped, sweat-covered body. Frank's cock was still half
hard and had lost none of its phenomenal luster. His pecs heaved with
dense, rich meat as thick as Bill's outstretched hand. The sweat from
his head rolled into his canyon of cleavaged tit-meat dripping from
his erect nipples onto the floor below. Frank's great upper arm and
forearm muscles were carved with striations and marbled with roped
veining. His massive biceps were still solidly dense from the
previous workout. Each flatly plated abdominal muscle was etched onto
his lower torso and surrounded by the deeply carved moat of sinew
between each of the eight clearly defined muscle-islands. Frank's
thunderous thighs shook from size-induced exhaustion as he remained
kneeling on the platform and his delts rose like great rounded
epaulets on his yard-wide shoulders.

Slowly Bill closed the distance between them until his yearning cock
poked against Frank's breastplate immediately below the fleshy
mountains of his pec meat. As Bill stepped closer, the power of his
insanely hard cock forced Frank's torso back on his knees. His abs
stretched flat as he rolled backward and his man-tits arched skyward.
Bill's invading cock slide over and into the spreading valley between
Frank's solid pectorals until the drooling slit at the end of Bill's
cock head pinned itself under Frank's sweaty chin.

Bill reached out and secured a firm grasp on Frank's drained cock. He
squeezed until Frank whimpered in pain under Bill's unforgiving
pressure. Bill pulled on the huge organ while still holding Frank's
head back with the power of his excited cock. Frank screamed in
anguish as Bill pulled his lower body off of the platform an held
Frank's gorgeously muscled 550 pound body aloft suspended from his
own cock. Drooping Frank unceremoniously to the floor, Bill swooped
the spent figure up with little effort and, flipping Frank's body
over, slapped his heavily muscle figure onto the platform with his
ass hanging off of the end.

Frank's crushed cock shaft was already turning red from the internal
damage but Bill was not yet ready to finish the conquest. His hands
moved in on Frank's exposed back as they explored the stern muscling
that covered the broad, dense back. The thickness of Frank's
staggering lats spilled out wide to each side from the narrowness of
his perfectly honed lower back and waist. Each of Bill's hands
locked onto a great chunk of the flaired lat meat and began to
squeeze. The captured muscle instinctively turned stone hard as Frank
responded to the assault. Bill increased the pressure until,
eventually, the rock-like meat caved in to his stronger hands. Purple
swellings formed around the severely damaged tissue.

Next Bill reached up to one of Frank's signature biceps. Again, the
hugely perfect muscle balled into a vision of mountainous perfection.
Bill toyed with the roped veining for a few brief moments pleasuring
himself in the heated power of the pumped muscle. This time his
action was swift as his fingers crushed the marbled meat within his
grasp. Before Bill could inflict any more damage, Prodder moved in
and advised Bill to proceed with the consummation of his victory
reminding him that Frank was a worthy opponent, not the enemy.

Bill had satisfied himself enough with the knowledge of his new,
invincible power. Now, he wanted to satisfy his hungry cock. Frank
was in too much pain and only semi-conscious at this point so he did
not even attempt to put up any struggle. Bill spread Frank's
stunningly sculpted ass cheeks apart and pushed his cock head up
against the waiting ring of sphincter muscle. The cobra collar of
Bill's inflexible cock shaft had swelled to over 6" across making it
almost half as wide as Frank's waistband.

Bill knew that the entry of his cock shaft into Frank's ass alone
would kill him. So, before he penetrated, Bill, using both hands,
pumped his own cock until he felt himself on the verge of cumming.
Then, as quickly as he could, he forced his cock head and over half
of the great shaft into Frank. Frank's insides ruptured almost as
immediately as Bill's waiting cum erupted. Whether Frank died before
experiencing the feel of Bill's hot cum in him would never be known.
Bill lived for muscle and for fucking. Now he had reached his own
personal epitome in his experiences of both. Pulling his cock from
Frank's broken carcass, Bill sprayed his streams of continuous cum
onto the back of his conquest until the last drops finally leached
from his deadly organ.

"All that stuff about wasting away after loosing was just a line of
crap, wasn't it?" Bill asked turning to Prodder as he finished
draining his still-hard cock.

"It was something that was necessary to have everyone believe to
maintain order and to measure your individual drive and conviction."
Prodder responded.

"Call it what you will. It was still bullshit." Bill spat back. "All
those guys with all that fuckin' beautiful muscle gone to waste … and
you think I'm the self-centered, arrogant one here!"

"In our group, we need to depend upon one another in life-or-death
situations." Prodder answered sternly. "Any kind of weakness could be
deadly to us."

"It's still bullshit!" Bill smiled flexing his huge muscles and great
cock. "But, I don't care. All I know is that I have what I want - one
of the greatest muscle-bodies ever created; a cock that others would,
literally, die for; and a chance to use them both the way I want to."

Then, looking down at his staggering cock, Bill added. "I think my
new name will be `Cobra'. I can't wait to use my `venom-cum' against
my enemies!"

"You mean `our' enemies." Prodder corrected.

"Your enemies! My enemies!" Bill spit back flexing his gargantuan
muscles for his own eyes to enjoy. "I frankly don't give a damn what
we call them as long as I can feel the power of my own muscle and
death-cock at work!"

"That's not what it is all about here, Bill … I mean - Cobra."
There's a world of evil that needs to be stopped. That's what we do!"

"You guys just wasted 12 of the most amazing bodies that were ever
created and you lied to them about their fate just to keep them under
your control. None of them were your `enemies' but you stood behind
your `precious system' and let them kill each other off. Now you want
to tell me just how `wonderful and pure' your cause is?" Bill
snarled. "Hey, I'll do my job with all of you, but maybe you should
all take a good hard look at your precious program. At least I am
being honest with myself.. Can you say that, too?"

Bill grinned silently and, ignoring Prodder's attempts to respond
began to lovingly stroke his monstrous two-foot long cock and
brutally huge muscles. Then, as Bill's 600 pounds of invincible
muscle moved off to clean himself up, Prodder covered Frank's body
while mouthing a silent prayer. Bill had been the ultimate victor.
Prodder began to sort through Bill's comments.

After a couple of minutes, he shook his head and stood proudly re-
affirming his commitment to their cause to himself. Prodder watched
as Bill continued to wipe his amazingly muscled body dry as he
thought to himself that this one would take a lot of work before he
could fit into the organization to which he had now become a member …
if Bill would ever fit in at all.