BODY GUARDS - Chapter 11 By: JOHN It was the second night that Wells and Klein had spent in the stone cell of the underground stronghold here on the border of Chechnya in Russia. The trip from Sicily had been difficult enough but the waiting was, in many ways more torturous. The two staggeringly muscled men were left naked and desolate in their cell. The small door had clearly been reinforced with men of their massive muscular power in mind. The M3 level guard could be heard laughing each time they tried to use their vast strength to try to break out. Since they left Weir's stronghold, Hong Tu had been in charge of overseeing them. Considering the efforts that Weir had undertaken to undermine the M-Unit program, it wasn't hard to understand how Hong Tu, in addition to Oscar, had been able to infiltrate their unit as a spy for the Coven. Just like yesterday, Hong Tu brought their rations. Today, however, he stayed and the door had been shut behind him. He knew that either of these monumental musclemen could tear him apart like a rag doll, but he stayed none-the-less. Neither captive moved toward the offered food at first. "I can't stay long." Hong Tu finally whispered. "I told the guard that I needed to inspect your cell and that he was to call for help if I didn't knock to come out in two minutes." "So, go ahead, traitor!" Klein spit. "Please, I wanted you to know that I am on your side." Hong Tu continued. "Kill me if you must, but I was assigned to investigate Weir - only he was too far ahead of me by the time I found out what was going on so I just let him continue to think I was working with him. That's why, in part, he took me with him from Bolivia. When I come tomorrow I can help, but only if you trust me and act very fast. Just be decided and be ready." "Ready for what?" Wells demanded. " And how can we trust you? That's a lot to ask for from someone who…" The rest of the conversation went unspoken. Hong Tu had been eyeing his watch and knocked on the door at precisely two minutes. The guard opened the door and the slight Asian slipped out. Wells and Klein were left confused and befuddled. First Weir sends them along on this assault, clearly to use them as targets and to throw the public off of his trail and that of the Coven. Now, a man they thought they knew, who has been playing spy tells them to trust that he is a double agent. All of this on top of the re-emergence of Vesuvius! They could still remember that last day less than a week ago at the Italian villa vividly. Weir's smirking smile still sent shutters down their spines as they recalled the feel of the enormously muscled forearms of the unseen captor outside of the lab containing Ryan One. They could still hear the horrific laughs from both Weir and their unseen assailant. The shock at seeing Vesuvius alive was one thing. The sight of his more-enhanced body was almost unbelievable, even today. Weir had been quick to re-introduce them to Vesuvius and his new M5 level body. He laughed at the two Americans over their "meager attempt to destroy his unstoppable muscle" in Bolivia. There was 90 pounds of erection-inducing new muscle rocked onto Vesuvius' flawless 6' frame. No one had ever had their body pushed that far and all the theories about the sheer magnitude and power of a solidly-muscled 600- pound human body were nothing compared to the visual reality. Vesuvius had obviously taken great pleasure in his vast additional musculature and power. Wells and Klein had been lead down to the main gym at the villa and given a simple but compelling (and arousing) demonstration of Vesuvius' ultimate muscle development. Then they had been loaded up with him, Hong Tu, two M3-level muscle "drivers", and four M4-level Coven members each as fantastically muscled as Wells and Klein for their planned attack on the Chechnya rebel leadership. The muscle and strength displayed by Vesuvius before they were taken from the Villa had been both memorable and frightening. Even the still-fresh scars crossing Vesuvius' previously picture-perfect face hadn't detracted from the monumental beauty of his physical development. The two American's stood transfixed and speechless as Vesuvius shifted through a series of nude poses and exercises that showed off every phenomenal inch and foot of his god-like muscle. First Vesuvius' recently enhanced naked body knocked out a set of 15 bicep curls with a full 1,000 pound barbell without breaking a sweat. His massive biceps balled, split, re-balled, fissured and striated into wrist-thick bundles of granite hard meat soaked in ropes of enhancing veining. The flexing biceps were as wide as they were deep and made all the more visually monumental when set against the lined sides of each stone-pillowed pec. The biceps show was followed by 15 reps of incline presses with the same weight. His pecs rose so high above his chest cavity as he reached the zenith of each press that his smirking face was invisible from below. Each massive mammary monster was thick and voluminous enough to swallow two human heads inside its solidly muscled depths. Then Vesuvius had gotten up and reloaded the straining barbell until the warped bar carried a full ton of weight. Once loaded, he had entertained the astonished Americans with a set of cock-numbing squats. His supremely narrow waist seemed almost too small to support both his massive torso and the staggering weights but each singularly defined plated ab and his riveted glutes met the challenge with glowing beauty as his unbelievable upper leg masses coiled like great steel springs effortlessly through the exercise. When Vesuvius was done teasing them with the "simple" warm-up exercises, he pressed the full ton of weight overhead in one clean movement. With another one of his handsome smiles pasted proudly across his scarred face, Vesuvius proceeded to bend the straining barbell shaft in half as if it was made of rubber. By this time, Vesuvius was sporting an erection as prodigious as any other part of his breathtaking body. His steel-hard cock stood immovably straight out from his vein-lined groin and had to have been 18" long and at least 4 ½" in diameter for most of the length of the stone-hard shaft. Using a chained, weighted waist belt, Vesuvius "treated" the two lusting Americans to a final demonstration of unbelievable power by doing 20 "curls" with four-45 pound plates clanging at the end of the chains suspended from the end of his pistoned cock shaft. By the time he finished maneuvering the impossible weight through a full 45% arc using only the power of his vein-reinforced cock, both Americans were sporting super-hard erections of their own. Next Vesuvius summoned a particularly handsome young M3 coven member over to him to assist in massaging all of his gargantuanly pumped muscles as he showed them off to his reluctant admirers. It was obvious that the beautiful 420 pound Coven muscleman relished the opportunity to be of assistance as his own stupendous 27" biceps, 70" pecs and lats, 42" thighs, and 25" calf muscles, all deliciously tied together through his erotically trim 30" waist and supremely carved glutes, became sharply fulfilled on his own sculpted body as he massaged and polished Vesuvius' superior musculature to perfection. The young man even used his own 12" adoring cock as an added muscle stimulator as it slapped repeatedly against the various flexing muscles of Vesuvius' immense body. The adoring young man started on his knees before Vesuvius' 29" calf muscles. Sweat covered the vast undulating muscles of the salivating assistant as he tried to manipulate the fissured diamonds of Vesuvius' lower leg muscles. Then he was just barely able to clasp both hands together as he wrapped his entire erotically flexing arm masses and torso around the full 48" girth of Vesuvius' coiled upper legs using the undulating actions of his richly muscled pecs and multiply-split biceps to work over the unyielding surface of the great quads and leg biceps. The longing younger hands and writhing forearms then reached up from below and slid their strong fingers over and around each plated abdominal. His groping fingers dug into the matching fingers of Vesuvius' striped obliques as his youthful face and tongue fought unsuccessfully to dislodge the humungous cock from its ridged anchored position into Vesuvius' vein-lined groin. Reluctantly, the young man ultimately moved past Vesuvius' 32" waist and on to the precipitous mounds of each mountainous pec. He explored each continent-sized male muscle mammary and nibbled playfully with each succulently offered nipple. Vesuvius forced the monstrous pec meat to relax as much as possible letting the vast cantilevered arcs of springy flesh flow out to their maximum expanse projecting almost a full foot from the dark line defining their intersection above his stupendous abs. Raising his arms upward, Vesuvius' lats blossomed into endless wheels of stupefying meat pushing out the difference in width between his flexed lats and taut waistband to about a 4-to-1 ratio. Inhaling deeply, Vesuvius pushed the diameter of his petrified upper torso muscle past the seven-foot mark and continued pumping until it finally fleshed out at a monumental 87" around. Then, as if to prove that there was no end to the sheer brilliance of his muscle, Vesuvius rolled his arms into the most amazing double- biceps pose ever to grace any human body. The multi-split mountain peaks of muscle climbed high enough to deserve to be snow capped and named. The upper extremity of the basketball-sized marvels reached up past the lower part of his clenched fists forcing him to bend his hands upwards to make more room for the quivering mass of rock-hard biceps muscle. The pre-cum dripping younger Coven member then used his entire 420- pound muscle mass to work on these godly creations by wrapping his great forearms around the 38" striated visions and hanging, with fingers interlocked, from the top of the unshakable and impenetrable meat of one arm. Vesuvius laughed and hoisted the suspended body up and down flexing and stretching his unbelievable bicep under the clutching fingers. At an unspoken signal, the beautiful M3 massager returned his own glowing musculature to the floor and permitted Vesuvius to lift him up as high as possible with his hands buried under the beautiful assistant's anatomically flexed underarms. The young man swung his massively carved legs around Vesuvius' tight midsection exposing his waiting sphincter to the glowing fist-sized cock head pumping feverishly at the end of Vesuvius' impregnable cock shaft. A groan of joyful pain escaped the young lips as Vesuvius impaled the phenomenally sculpted young ass on his unflinching 4 ½" wide cock. In a move that the observing Americans would have thought to be nearly impossible, virtually the entire foot and a half of Vesuvius' inhuman cock disappeared into the hungry muscular insides. The younger figure wrapped his own flairing lats and arms as far around Vesuvius' quivering pecs and lats as possible clutching the outer flanks of the endless steel-muscled upper back as he forced his weight down onto Vesuvius' cock. As the last of Vesuvius' monumental organ filled the assistant's insides, his tender balls slapped against the great muscle of the larger man's lower abdomen. Vesuvius slipped his great hands down onto each side of the smallest part of the impaled waist and began to use the entire 420-pound muscle-condom as his personal masturbation tool. It wasn't long before the base of Vesuvius' writhing pecs became soaked with the fountains of cum erupting from the handsome rider's overcharged cock. Vesuvius drove the embedded body up and down along his demanding organ with greater and greater veracity until the younger man could no longer hold on. Vesuvius' need for fulfillment overtook every other desire The beautiful young body soon became a blur of uncontrolled muscle movement as the shaft of Vesuvius' cock rapidly appeared and disappeared into the ripping interior of the stunningly gorgeous ass. As the first explosion of cum surged through the length of Vesuvius' cock, he reactively tightened his grip. The sound of the hips and lower spine being crushed beneath the failed side and lower back muscles were muffled by Vesuvius' groans of orgasm induced ecstasy. Cum pumped into the sweet, young ass until the volume of white-hot juice became too much to be held within the destroyed lower cavity. Sprays of leaking cum mixed with the redness of blood splashed around from the dripping asshole covering Vesuvius' legs with the mixture. Exhausted and drained, Vesuvius finally collapsed into a restful state. Slowly he removed the young man's corpse from his still hard cock and carefully laid the beautiful dead body on the floor. That had been five days ago and the image of the beautiful young man with all 420 pounds of heavenly developed muscle laying in a posture of eternal rest still sent chills coursing through the minds of both trapped Americans. Tonight Wells and Klein pondered Hong Tu's request while pushing their heavily muscled bodies through a series of shared isometric exercises. The power and glory of their great M4-level bodies required intense work to maintain and all they had available to them now were each others stupendously muscled bodies. The two American prisoners forced their muscles to a maximum pump until they could no longer resist the attraction between their lusting bodies. First wells mounted Klein's layered ass filling the core of the flexing posterior with the entirely of his petrified 15" cock. Wrapping his meaty arms around the vastness of Klein's overflowing lat muscles, Wells explored Klein's erect, sensitive nipples enjoying the sensations of his partner's writhing pec muscle under his groping fingers. Just when he knew his cock could not contain its flow of hot cream any longer, Wells pulled the massive shaft from within Klein's clutching ass and laid the steel-tubed weapon in between the canyoned crevasse between the two stratified ass cheeks. Klein's glutes grasped the hot cock tightly and squeezed the trapped organ with delightful pain. He could feel the powerful surges of cum seeking to force their way through Wells trapped cock only to be cut off by the closed walls of his flexed ass muscle. Wells whimpered with orgasmic joy as the buildup of his hot cum forced its growing pressure against the inside tunnel of his demanding cock. When the pressure of Wells pulsing cock shaft signaled to Klein that it was choked full with the last of Wells trapped cream, he unlocked his capturing ass muscles releasing an instant ocean of cum into the bowl of his flexed lower back. Hot wet cum flooded between the cavernous walls of Klein's fissured ass muscle and burst out in an endless white torrent filing the cupped valley of his arched back. Wells protein-hungry mouth swooped in to lap up his own liquid offering. After emptying the pool of Klein's lower back, Wells tongued his way through the muscled gluteal rift reclaiming the last of his own cum. Klein ached for his own manly release and Wells was only too happy to oblige. Klein placed the meaty flanks of his polished ass cheeks into Wells waiting palmed hands and threw his legs up to lock around the delectable tightness of Wells waist. Assuming the burden of all 485 pounds of Klein's statuesque muscle, Wells arms exploded with visceral power as his biceps, triceps, forearms and delts turned to marbled carvings of perfect muscle. Pulling Klein's undulating torso tight and close to his rolling abs. Wells struggled to relax his heaving pecs as much as possible. The 14" poled cock protruding rigidly from Klein's groin slipped in between Wells two mooned male breasts with the sensitive underside scraping along the cleavage valley floor. Several inches of rolling cabled pec meat closed in engulfing the upper 2/3 of Klein's steely cock shaft and the entire glowing head. Klein began to gyrate his massively carved groin and ab muscles forcing his inflexible cock shaft deeper into the clutches of Wells massaging pectorals. As anticipatory excitement surged through Klein's naked body, his rhythmic motions increased in intensity and desire. The sensitive collar of Klein's muscle shrouded cock head crushed through the lined pec meat growing hotter and more ready with each stimulating thrust. As the first groan of orgasmic fulfillment escaped Klein's pouting lips, Wells relaxed the upper mounds of his mountained pecs. The first surge of hot cum slammed up against the bottom of Wells strong chin. Forcing his lower jaw down against the undulating masses of his own upper pecs, Wells waiting tongue and mouth welcomed the second gush of cum. Klein kept pumping until the last of his cream had been evacuated from his overjoyed cock shaft. Several hours later, the sound of the door locks being handled woke the two interlocked slumbering muscle-gods. They sprung to readiness with all of their sharply exercised muscles aglow with deadly power. The door finally swung open and closed quickly behind Hong Tu's small, slight image. "I need to fuck you now, Wells." Hong Tu stated emphatically unbuttoning the loose shirt and pants covering him. "We don't have much time. We will be leaving in a few hours and I need to give you an M5 charge quickly." "M5!" Klein whispered forcefully. "The M4 shot almost killed him! But maybe that's exactly what you have in mind!" "Look, I told you I am working on your side … our side!" Hong Tu spit back letting his clothes fall quietly to the floor with an audible gasp from both American prisoners. "The only way to stop Vesuvius' M5 body and his team is with another M5 and Wells is the only one of you two with enough of the right genetic triggers identified to potentially handle M5 level sperm." "And I suppose you are the only one capable of giving it to him." Klein snapped back. "There are only three known M5 potential handlers, and I am one of them." Hong Tu responded while unwrapping the cloth strips he had used to ties his immense, hard handler cock to his torso. "If it helps convince you, the only person more dangerous and deadly than Weir to us is Dr. Singh. He is the one who initially identified the DNA triggers and the ways to filter the Ryan cum. He is another one of the three identified M5 level handlers - not to mention that he happens to be my father!" "And that's meant to convince us that you are on our side and that this is safe!" Klein laughed. "He's right." Wells finally interrupted as he positioned his vastly muscle torso face down splayed across the small wooden table in the cell. As the last of the cloth bands came undone, 24" of stunningly hard and aesthetically shaped cock sprung out to readiness. Hong Tu walked quickly up to Wells spectacular waiting ass. His bloated cock head kissed the warmth of Wells sphincter muscles well before Hong Tu could reach far enough forward to gain a secure hold on Wells breathlessly sculpted hips and glutes. When he noted the slight lessening in the hardened muscle texture of Wells ass, Hong Tu unceremoniously pushed almost a foot of his weaponed cock inside. Wells relaxed as best as he could as more and more of Hong Tu's seemingly endless cock pole surged through his screaming intestine. The slight Asian figure began to rock and gyrate as the last of his magnificent organ disappeared into the towering muscle figure. A gentle rhythm took control as Hong Tu shifted into his well-practiced fuck-trade. The warming embrace of Wells tubed lining carried Hong Tu's actions and mind from driven assignment to lusting want. Hong Tu drove the fullness of his pumping meat harder and faster into the swallowing muscle cavity until the sound of his cream-filled balls slapping against Wells rock-hard inner thigh meat became dangerously loud. Then, with a last satisfying thrust, Hong Tu launched a painfully hot and filling stream of enriched cum well up into the hungry intestinal chute. Wells ass coursed with undulating muscle as he used his external meat to draw all of the leaking cum into him. When the last of the precious cream had been planted, Hong Tu withdrew the staggeringly long sausage of meat and began to quickly redress. "They will be coming to get you in a few hours." Hong Tu whispered as he walked toward the door and knocked. "Please trust me that I will take care of everything else. Just do what Vesuvius orders." "A few hours!" Wells cried to Klein after Hong Tu was gone. "It takes much longer than that for my body to react to this cum-charge." Before Klein could even mouth his agreement and confusion, Wells body contorted into a stupefying vision of constricted musculature as the first of the inevitable absorption shocks surged through his entire being. Klein rushed over and smothered his friend in the envelop of his own staggering muscle. Wells broke into a sever cold sweat as the cramps and pains continued to evolve and zoom past the point of normal endurance. Klein hugged Wells close letting the shivering partner share in the warmth of his pumped muscle. The two spent the next several hours together as Klein muscle-nursed Wells through the uncontrollable internal attacks against his stupendous body. The morning light came none-to-soon. Wells had weathered the worse of his reactions to the shocking cum treatment. He tried not to flex or exercise so that his muscle growth would not respond until he needed it to. Hong Tu arrived about mid-morning accompanied by an impressively muscled M3-level guard. Hong Tu tossed a pair of overly skimpy posing trunks and a billowing sleeveless tank top to each of the two sweating Americans and ordered them to put them on and come with him. The posers were more like a pair of thongs with an oversized pouch that was still barely enough space in which to package their tremendous sexual equipment. The tank tops hung down almost to their knees. They followed Hong Tu and the similarly dressed 420-pound M3-quality muscle guard. The loose cloth of his tank top clung to his handsomely flexing ass as he walked. The severity of the scale of his imposing lat spread spilled out well beyond the confines of the low-cut sides of his top. His short-cropped raven hair exposed the fullness of his handsome neck and trapezius muscles. Klein and Wells silently bemoaned the fact that so many of the enemy Coven organization were so astoundingly beautiful. The walk was short. They were directed into the back of a simple looking van. There was a similar vehicle both in front of and behind the one into which they were directed. They could see Vesuvius' monumentally muscled form standing by the sliding side door of the front van. They crossed the open space quickly and got in. As Hong Tu slid the door closed behind them, he pushed a piece of folded paper into Klein's hand. The handsome guard got in the front seat. They were separated by a set of built-in wire shelving loaded with containers of various name-brand muscle-building supplements. Soon all three vehicles were bouncing down a well-weathered road with the one carrying the two Americans still sandwiched in the middle. That way, it would have been impossible for them to try to escape without notice and Wells and Klein were sure that suitable armament capable of stopping their M4 level bodies was ready to be used against them. Hong Tu had gotten into the front vehicle with Vesuvius. As they bounced along, Klein took the first opportunity he could to open the message given to him by Hong Tu. After reading it carefully, he passed it on to Wells. He read it and then, as they had been trained, the two shared in eating the paper. The message was quite informative. They were heading into Chechnya under the auspices of being a bodybuilding exhibition and symposium organized to promote goodwill between the Russian government and the local population. According to the note, Vesuvius and his men were scheduled to "perform" with most of the rebel leadership present. The Coven had been retained by a band of former Soviet soldiers to wipe out the Chechnya rebel leadership making it possible for Russian forces to tighten their control over the area and bring an end to the rebel uprisings. It would also launch a campaign by the dissident soldiers to begin to recreate the former Soviet empire. This was the perfect opportunity for the Coven to covertly show their super-muscle potential as a weapon. Apparently to help create confusion, Wells and Klein were planned to be sacrificed when their explosive-loaded van was driven into the gates of the facility filled with rebel leaders. The presence of their dead bodies would serve as proof that this assault was a planned American/Russian action by the current "cowardly Russian leadership. This way, the people in Chechnya and the Russian people would be drawn closer together in a shared, renewed suspicion of their former American enemy and the struggling Russian government. Even if this failed, it was a clever way to deflect attention from the Coven allowing them the freedom to "sell" their services to other governments and groups. Hong Tu's note concluded by saying that they needed to be prepared for his planned signal for Wells and Klein to act. It was an unusually hot early fall day and the air in the van was stifling. It wasn't long before the flimsy fabric of the tank tops was glued by sweat to their amazingly muscled torsos. Wells and Klein could tell that the handsome driver was fairing no better. The two Americans took turns napping and keeping an eye on their movements. When it was Klein's turn to stay alert, he could not help but note the visible growth showing on Wells stupendous body. Finally, in the early afternoon, the vans pulled up to a stop just before they turned on to an old narrow truss bridge crossing a rapid-filled river they had been following for some time. Peering over the massively mounded shoulder of their driver, it appeared that they had come upon a Russian checkpoint. The driver's heavenly deep blue eyes peered at the two American's through his rearview mirror and advised them in broken English to stay still and silent and to do only as they were told. There appeared to be five Russian guards at the checkpoint. Two walked up to the front van and Vesuvius could bee overheard trying to speak to them. First he tried Italian to no avail. The guards responded, as expected, in Russian. Finally, they settled on English. Vesuvius explained that they were an Italian bodybuilding team and were going in for a performance; just as Hong Tu's note had outlined. Vesuvius handed them some papers but the guards still acted suspicious and insisted on seeing the members of this "goodwill" troop. Vesuvius called to the back van as the other three guards rushed over to the opening door of the rear vehicle with their guns in ready position. Slowly the side panel slid open and one of the M4- level Coven behemoths emerged. The gasp from the guards at the sight of the tremendously muscled figure was clearly audible. Then a second, equally massive, form got out followed by a third. Finally, the `smaller' figure of the M3-level driver joined the group. Then the M4 muscled driver in Vesuvius' van stepped around slowly and joined the others. Finally, the side panel on the front vehicle slid aside and Vesuvius' breathtaking form stunningly erupted into view. The unbelieving astonishment by the five guards at the sight of over 3,400 pounds of perfectly formed muscle smothering the six stupefying figures left them speechless. At Vesuvius' slow signaling, all six reached down and simultaneously lifted their sweat-drenched shirts over their heads. As their dazzling torso's flooded into full view, the five guards could be seen drooling with desire. Gay or straight, the sight of all this unquenchable muscle was enough to induce instant erections. "What about that vehicle!" One of the guards demanded choking back his squeaking disbelief while trying to use his gun to shield the growing swell in his uniform pants. "That contains most of our supplements and a couple of our smaller men who take care of them for us." Vesuvius responded nonchalantly while redirecting the guard and as the driver directed Wells and Klein to wave slowly through the window while staying very low. "But my men and I are the main reason for the visit, as you can see. I assure you, neither you or our friends across the river have ever feasted your eyes on this much quality muscle!" As Vesuvius finished his comments, all five of his poser-clad men shifted into a staggering display of rehearsed double biceps poses. The M3's 27" arms were enormously erotic enough but then the guards took note of the mountainous 30" to 32" arms peaking skyward on each of the four heavenly sculpted M4 bodies. To completely draw the attention of the five Russian guards away, Vesuvius stepped into the middle of the sweltering line of muscle and launched all 38" of rock- carved arm meat into the air. The posing men pumped and flexed their arms repeatedly drawing each of the five drooling guards closer to their writhing masses of expansively pure muscle with each vein crunching repetition. One by one these six men drifted into their personal favorite poses offering the aroused guards their chose of meaty promise. One M4 monster rolled into a dazzling lats spread with all 71" of winged muscle unfurled widely enough to block a strong wind from moving forward. The next twisted into a side chest pose that forced the massiveness of his thundering pecs out far enough to eclipse the hot sun. The other two M4 muscle mammoths became a pair of bookends with their matching 31" arms slung behind their heads and their supremely trim waists and obliques shredded with definition to maximize the differential between their immense upper torsos and their astonishingly small midsections. The M3 forced one insanely massive leg forward while locking his forearms behinds his crisp waist and crunched down on his explosively muscled abs and showing off the anatomical separations and striations of his delicious quadriceps. Vesuvius' ultimately muscled 600-pound body quivered and quaked into a mind-blowing most-muscular pose with his arms chiseled to gargantuan perfection. His traps spiraled up over the mountains of his cabled delts and his pecs became lined continents of impenetrable marbled meat each as large and thick as two men's heads. Veins and striations crisscrossed his body moving the image of his colossal muscle from breathtakingly beautiful to godlike. By now the guards had forsaken any pretense of disinterest or shyness. Their five fat, hard cocks had been released from the confines of their military garb and were fully engaged by their frantically pumping hands. The exposed cocks ranged from an acceptable 6" to one that was probably a tad over 8" long. Wells and Klein found themselves equally aroused at the viscerally fulfilling muscle-engulfing image. The flexing bodybuilders continued to undulate and gyrate their extraordinary bodies drawing the hungering guards closer and closer. One had moved in on each of the offerings of muscle with one wedged between the two flexing `bookends'. As the muscled beauties continued to flex, they began to excite themselves. Soon, it became apparent that the struggling pouches of their specially designed posers could no longer contain their expanding manhood. Knowing that they would need their trunks at their final destination, they began to remove them to permit the inevitable growth of their monstrous cocks. The smallest, as was to be expected, was 10" and belonged to the M3 poser. The four M4 men ranged from an attention getting 12" to frightening 14". Then Vesuvius revealed his 18" long by 4 ½" wide pile-driver cock leaving the guard who had dared to be drawn to his supremely muscled body gasping for breath as his hand became a flurry of activity along the glowing length of his own uncontrollable cock. Vesuvius smiled his encouragement to the stunned Russian guard and stepped closer to the salivating soldier. Taking one shaking hand into his own strong grasp, Vesuvius led the quivering Russian around in between the rear and center vans giving the two Americans a ringside seat to his muscle taunting. It was impossible for Klein not to notice the increasing girth and length of Wells M5-cum enhanced cock. He only hoped that their driver could not see it. One by one the guards were drawn away from their discarded weapons and toward different areas around the back two vans. The matching bookend musclemen swooped the lucky guard between them off of his feet and carried him to the near side of the American's van. There they continued their magnificent abdominal undulations guiding the shaking observers hands onto the power controlled plating of their deeply scored abs and down into the shaped tufts of curly hair framing their vein-lined foot-long fuck rods. Their chiseled obliques showed like raked washboards of lined muscle inserted sharply into the base of their curvaceous flanks of distended lat meat. The M3 team member slipped his feet far apart pushing his astounding body into a controlled and erotically charged deep leg split until his dangling balls hung swinging with their heavy, waiting load mere inches above the ground. Slowly he drew his attentive guard down and under his waving masted cock with his longing face securely locked between his bulbous inner thigh masses. The delirious guard wasted no time in enjoying the nibbling opportunity offered by the sweet male nuts while one hand stroked the generous cock shaft and the other traced the deep crevasses of the various striated quads and glutes. The remaining two M4 Coven members entertained their entranced spectators with the joys of the volume and power of the endless meat piled heavily onto their stupendous breasts and lats. Soon the guards found their wildest dreams being fulfilled as two sets of succulent projecting nipples were offered for their mouthed enjoyment while their hands became busily engaged on the steeled cocks arcing out and up from a pair of sizzling hot muscle-groins. The M3 attendant was the first to cum, shooting his load up against the underside of the Coven members pumping cock. Then the `smaller' muscle-team partner responded with his own shower of hot flowing cum shooting far enough out to clear the body spread out between his waiting legs. This guard was also the first to die as the twitching monstrous legs closed in against his frailer sides. The massive swells of quad and calf muscles froze into stone columns of pressing meat taking the trapped lower ribcage apart with their shearing power. The Russian sandwiched between the twin towers of Coven muscle was next. The two flexing torsos closed ever closer swallowing the entire upper body of the unsuspecting guard within the closing walls of their ab, groin and pec muscle. The two pairs of mountainous pec meat absorbed the small, delirious guard's head within the core of their great swelled masses. The pecs crashed together and then became lined moons of solid steel. The bones of the tender imprisoned Russian skull were no match against the unforgiving muscle. A spray of escaping red blood fountained up from the conjoined line of compressed muscle cleavage just as the two facing muscle-cocks exploded simultaneously with cum covering the dangling legs of the trapped Russian corpse. The two remaining M4 team members permitted their respective attendants to cum and to bring them to voluminous climaxes before clasping each of their captives in muscle-laden headlocks. Their astonishing 28" and 29" biceps balled into meaty specimens larger than the heads trapped between their chiseled volumes and the captors' muscle-swollen outer lats. The snapping sound of the severed Russian necks was muffled by the vastness of the vulcanized muscle vices surrounding them. Wells and Klein watched in dreading awe as Vesuvius entertained his adoring guard with his unearthly supreme muscle. His yardstick diameter arms, globally proportioned pecs and tree trunk cock were amusingly unaffected as the guard was taunted to try and invade their granite hard flexed volumes. Vesuvius lifted the small Russian and balanced him on the shaft of his huge organ both permitting him greater access to his insanely developed arm and torso musculature and astonishing him with the endless power of his superlatively hard cock. The swooning guard finally dared to lift his unbelieving feet from the ground with his slender legs wrapped his around Vesuvius' unflinching cock shaft and, using the swelled peaks of the gigantic spheres of Italian biceps as handle grips, began to slide his seated posterior along the rigid length of the great cock. Vesuvius allowed the Russian to enjoy the ride until the first volleys of cum erupted from the guards excited cock. Then, as the Russian continued to pump warming cum onto Vesuvius' flexing abdomen, the massive Italian lifted the trim man off his poled male weapon and laid him gently across it's 4 ½" beamed width, balanced on the small of his back. Vesuvius' vein-webbed pumped arms came to rest with one massive forearm spanning the Russian's thighs and the other laying across his stretched chest cavity. The gargantuan Coven leader arms and pec muscles became shredded visions of perfect muscle as he pushed down with both weighty arms snapping the cantilevered guard's spine in half over the immovable cylinder of his rigid cock shaft. With the execution of the last guard completed, Vesuvius and his massive muscle-troop had a job to do and needed to get it done and back before anyone discovered the disposition of the Russian sentries. Vesuvius moved his troop along with his unreleased cock still in primed position as they hid the bodies in the small guard quarters building and got back into their respective vans carrying their discarded clothes with them. The bridge was old and had seen little upkeep. The combined weight of pure muscle and vehicles concerned Vesuvius so he directed that they should cross one at a time. His vehicle with Vesuvius, Hong Tu and their driver crossed first. They stopped long enough to signal back and then moved forward slowly. To be sure that there was no attempt to escape, the one with Wells and Klein went second. When it was clear, the last vehicle moved forward. It was about ¾ of the way across when the air was filled with of the noise of the deafening explosion and the sky burst into flame as a great thunderball of fire and black smoke filled the air.