Pete glanced around the room. Most of the well built men had 
realized there was no way out of the building by now

      Clark boomed, "All of you...Strip out of your clothes...NOW!"

      As everyone complied, Clark grinned seeing all cocks rigid 
and pointing straight up. "So, you ALL like what you see, eh?" he 
smirked. He jumped off the stage and stepped into the small crowd of 
men, flexing his massive body and bobbing his pulsing cock. The men 
reached out to touch the rippling, powerful teen. Some erupted in 
orgasm as they touched the hot, steel hard body from which such 
strength and power emminated.

      Pete stood, transfixed, watching the mindless muscle orgy 
beginning to take place in front of him. He wasn't gay, 
but...DAMN!...this was turning him on, a bit!

      Clark trapped two of the muscle sluts under each arm, 
between his bulging biceps and his winged lats and chest. "Watch 
this, Pete!" he boomed as he slowly flexed his oaken arms and the 
rest of his torso.

      The four little men beat and kicked at the muscle boy that 
bound them...They hit his grinding muscles so hard that their 
pathetic wrists snapped upon contact with the boy of steel. The 
snapping of bones could be heard as Clark continued to flex, ever so 
slowly, his powerful frame, crushing their puny little bodies 
against his unmoving, rippling mass of muscle. His dick rose and 
shot pre-cum with such force that it exploded the heads of those 
standing in its path as the heads and upper torsos of the four men 
trapped in his deathly embrace audibly popped, one by one, and were 
smashed to pulp in his manly armpits, sandwiched between his bulging 
and grinding musculature. Blood and gore dripped down Clark's arms, 
waist and legs as their frail bodies spasmed in death throes, 
hanging like little dolls stuck to his rippling frame.

      Pete's breathing became ragged as he witnessed Clark 
uncaringly muscle snuff at least 8 muscular, full grown men with his 
rippling, powerful body and his pre-orgasmic cock release. He ran up 
to Clark and began rubbing one blood covered biceps and triceps, 
feeling the power, the strength....His cock exploded in orgasm as 
his hands felt the rock hard, pure and unbridled power of his best 
friend. It had nothing to do with being gay or straight...It was 
just the uncaring, god-like hyper-masculine power of Clark that sent 
him into orgasmic bliss. He backed away from Clark's massive body, 
his cock still spewing cum, embarrassed and afraid. Would Clark be 
pissed at his outburst?

      Clark looked Pete in the eye and grinned as he said, "It's 
okay, Pete...How could you not? Look at me!" With that, he grabbed 
another man, lifted him over his head, flexing every glorious muscle 
for Pete's benefit (the flattened heads of the previous four men 
clearly visible and stuck like flattened bugs on Clark's rippling 
chest and arms), and quickly brought him down across his oaken 
thigh, cleanly snapping the unfortunate bug's back in two upon 
impact. With a quick flex of his back, he ripped the man in two, 
organs spilling onto those men left, scattering to the sides of the 
building, knowing there was no escape.

      Pete began to spew cum anew as he heard the load SNAP of the 
doomed man's spine upon Clark's granite leg...He grabbed his aching 
and spewing cock as he heard the RIIIIP of flesh as the man was 
effortlessly torn in two and his guts splashed out into the building 
by his bulging uncaring super friend.

      Clark ripped the bodies stuck to his frame from his muscles 
and crushed them around his throbbing fuck tool, lubing himself for 
release with the muscle mashed bodies. He grabbed  another man and 
lifted him over his hungry cock head...he impaled the man slowly and 
began masturbating with the doomed man's muscular little body. He 
made sure he was facing his little fuck buddy as he began to impale 
him deeper and deeper with each thrust.

      "Awwww! Fuck YEAH!" Clark boomed as he flexed his rippling 
ass and shoved the crushed and spasming body of his fuck toy to the 
base of his throbbing dick, "Watch THIS, Pete!"

      With that, Clark began to cum...His first shot rocketed 
through his victim like a torpedo, killing him instantly, exiting 
the top of his head and penetrating the ceiling like a spent bullet. 
He then crushed the lifeless body hanging on his jerking member down 
so that his cock head exploded through the skull, still jettisoning 
his super cum like bullets. He pushed his cock down and aimed his 
cum shots at the remaining bar patrons, mowing them down as with a 
machine gun, the wads of cum hitting them with such force that it 
went completely through their bodies and embedded in the walls.

      "Awww, fuckin' A, Pete...I could fuck 'em all to death, 
man...These weak, pathetic little creatures...This planet is in for 
the ride of its life, man."

      Pete stood, trembling, as Clark walked up to him, 
effortlessly kicking bodies aside that lay in his way, his huge semi-
erect cock swaying back and forth before him like some new and 
lethal biological weapon. "What's wrong, Pete?" Clark grinned, "I 
told you I'd never do anything to hurt you, didn't I?"

      Pete couldn't help but reach out and rub his hand across the 
expanse of Clark's rippling, blood slick chest. As he reached the 
cleavage, Clark slowly flexed, securing Pete's hand in the 
unbelievable fist deep crevice, then releasing the pec-grasp. Pete 
gasped as he continued to feel the rippling, powerful muscle of his 
friend. He stepped back as he, once again, erupted in orgasm, 
splattering Clark with his cum. Clark wiped the cum, mixed with the 
blood, from his abs and chest, and licked it from his fingers as 
Pete fell to his knees...spent from exhaustion.

      Clark carried Pete outside, through the wall, of course! He 
proceeded to eradicate the scene of destruction as he had 
previously, leaving no trace, and sped home, dropping Pete off on 
the way. He removed the ring and, once again, drifted off to sleep.