BODY GUARDS  - Chapter 12

By:  JOHN


The heat of the explosion sent waves of sweltering heat as the huge 
ball of fire and dark smoke drifted slowly away from the epicenter. 
Most of the second half of the bridge was gone and, with it, the 
third van. The wreckage of the lost structure and vehicle tumbled in 
jagged, melted pieces down into the clutching rapids of the river 
below. Nothing had survived.

Wells and Klein were instantly overcome by thoughts of the waste of 
the four astonishingly muscled and superiorly endowed Coven men. Then 
the sudden memory of Hong Tu's message forced them back to their well-
trained military reality. The front passenger door of the front 
vehicle flew open and Hong Tu's slight form could be seen rolling out 
of the cab and, hitting the ground running, tear off into the 
immediate shelter of the nearby woods. The double-agent handler 
tossed the remote control with which he had set off the explosion of 
the muscle-loaded rear vehicle. Apparently he had switched the 
explosives from the center to the rear vehicle.

Vesuvius was next. He literally ripped the heavy steel sliding panel 
door from hits hinges and threw it in the direction of Hong Tu's 
escaping shadow. The door missed the running man by mere inches and 
the obviously angry image of Vesuvius' still-naked 600 pound body 
spilled from the van. The remaining M4-level driver of the front 
vehicle was out quickly with a semi-automatic gun clutched firmly in 
his writhing muscle-arms. He fired several rounds into the woods in 
the area where Hong Tu had disappeared from view and finally stopped 
at Vesuvius' command.

The handsome Coven driver of the second vehicle reacted with well-
trained precision. His immensely muscled body rolled across from the 
driver's seat and, then, the passenger seat swiping up his own semi-
automatic weapon in the process. Before Wells and Klein could exit, 
he was positioned and ready outside as they reached for their side 
panel door.

Wells acted as the studly driver lower the gun toward the side panel 
door. The sensations of growing power that he had been experiencing 
during the trip swelled within driven by a mad rush of surging 
adrenaline. Reaching over, Wells reacted much in the same fashion as 
Vesuvius. The sound of failing connections of metal to metal filled 
the air as the entire sliding door was freed from its hinged joints 
and steel tracks. Wells expanding musculature turned harder than 
stone as he thrust the heavy door forward with astounding speed.

The driver responded to the flying sheet of deadly metal by turning 
instinctively to one side taking the full impact of the steely 
projectile across the shredded masses of his canyon deep left triceps 
and tortoise shelled unfurled left lat. The force of the door 
connecting against the power of explosively charged muscle meat 
caused the panel to bend almost in half sandwiching the handsome 
muscle-drive between its warped form. Man and door sailed back 
several feet in the air before crashing up against the first 
unfortunate tree trunk in their path. 

The snapping 24" diameter trunk brought the main body of the tree 
tumbling forward sailing over the gorgeous driver pinning him 
unmoving under the tent of bent door metal. The full weight of the 
array of leg-thick tree limbs and multitude of leafy branches landed 
squarely on the roof of Vesuvius' van caving in the rear cab in the 
process. Vesuvius and his driver jumped in opposite directions 
placing the M4 driver on the far side of the fortress of tree 
branches from the van with the Americans and Vesuvius' supremely 
muscled body standing between the two vehicles.

Taking advantage of the time and confusion, Klein rolled out of the 
back of the van and into the front. He pushed his heaving body behind 
the tightness of the steering wheel and slammed the gas petal of the 
still running vehicle to the floor. The wheels spun frantically at 
first until they secured enough of a foothold to shoot the two-ton 
machine forward with a great roar. The sudden jerking motion sent 
Wells gigantic body tumbling to the back of the van. 

As the distance between the two vehicles rapidly diminished, Vesuvius 
found himself trapped without enough time to remove his presence. He 
braced for the inevitable impact. His entire body turned from 600 
pounds of astounding human muscle to an image of impenetrable power. 
Vesuvius' legs dug into the ground like great stone pillars with 
every carved, lined and chiseled muscle filling their 4 foot round 
upper girth turned into an anatomical chart of individual muscles. 
Vesuvius' trunk-thick arms rose up in front of his quaking torso with 
his outstretched hands positioned like two great bumper guards.

Vesuvius' pecs swelled to over a foot thick and cascaded into 
thundering fans of striated meat wedged between the enormous 
mountains of his tensile-ridged biceps and triceps. Even the 
unforgiving mass of his still enflamed cock head glistened in a state 
of supreme readiness as if a great fist of steel had been mounted 
onto the end of an iron-wood battering ram. Only the marbled effect 
of the pumping veining webbing his tremendous musculature offered any 
sign that the flexed creation was a living, breathing creature 
instead of a superlatively sculpted piece of dense stone.

The van and the man came together with blinding force. Vesuvius' 
stupendous arms locked onto the upper metal surrounding the van's 
grille as he leaned into the impact. The power of the several-hundred 
horsepower engine forced the feet of the columned muscle body to skid 
backwards until Vesuvius' astoundingly carved back and ass muscles 
encountered the rear portion of his tree-trapped van. His brutal rear 
musculature rolled up against the locked rear door panels lifting his 
struggling pecs into two hugely rounded globes of muscle with the 
upper volumes of their inflexible masses pinned under his handsome 
jaw line.

As his back began to consume the space previously occupied by the 
rear portion of his van, Vesuvius' pillared arms began to sink into 
the twisting front steel of the van with the two Americans. Klein 
pushed his foot harder against the floor irking every last ounce of 
power out of the van's engine. The unmoving wheels spun into the 
ground tossing back clouds of dust as they gouged out deepening 
holes. The noises of the crumpling sheet metal on both vehicles could 
be heard over the roar of the screaming engine.

Vesuvius' body continued to be pushed deeper and deeper into the rear 
end of his van but his insanely tensed arms and torso refused to 
yield forcing the front of the attacking van further back into 
itself. As more and more of the front of Klein's van turned to 
wrecked metal as the two-point attack connection between man and 
machine became a three-pronged attack. Vesuvius could feel the heat 
of the engine just under the grille burning around his 4 ½" wide 
bloated cock head as it was forced up against the chrome grillwork. 

Vesuvius' muscle-reinforced cock shaft, like the stupendous muscles 
of his vast arms, refused to driven from its poled anchorage. Klein 
continued to force the collapsing machine against the impenetrable 
wall of Vesuvius' gargantuan muscle to no avail. Vesuvius' knowing 
smile was only a few feet in front of Klein's angered features as the 
Italian's staggering muscle continued to crush the metal compartment 
surrounding the overheating engine. Then, the pressure became too 
much for the frailty of the glass windshield at just about the same 
time that Vesuvius' superior muscle became too much for the weary 
engine.

The safety glass shattered into a fog of silvery crystals obscuring 
the view of the two glaring musclemen from one another as the last 
sputters of the defeated engine coughed its death knoll in a billow 
of thick white smoke. Klein knew that even his vast muscle would be 
powerless against the unstoppable strength of Vesuvius' staggering 
body. He called back to Wells as the only opportunity to challenge 
Vesuvius and directed his own attention toward the M4 driver of the 
front vehicle.

Using the temporary shield of smoke as his screen, Klein flung open 
the driver side door of their now-useless van and darted around the 
far side of the ruined front vehicle and network of leaf-hiding 
branches. As Klein dove into the fallen wooded coverage he discarded 
the remnants of his torn, sweat-soaked tank top. The feel of freedom 
as his staunch musculature loomed into fulfilled view charged the 
cautious American with renewed vigor. The air of excitement caused 
his semi-hard cock to tingle with erotic anticipation

The thickness of the tangled leaves and branches offered Klein great 
camouflage as he peered carefully through the small openings for any 
sighting of his Coven prey. Finally Klein caught sight of the 
stunningly muscled driver. He, too, was shirtless and his body 
glistened reflectively as the hot sweat soaked his fantastic, 
chiseled muscles. The driver's face was more staunchly angular and 
stern than the gentle beauty that the smaller driver of Klein's 
vehicle but the body was a creation that deserved to be admired.

This M4 driver had been the massive muscle tower Klein and Wells had 
seen at the checkpoint with the astounding 71" torso and unbelievable 
lat spread. Even now as he struggled to reload his gun, the masses of 
his voluminous back muscles forced the struggling muscle of his 28" 
upper arms out to the side. He had barely had time to get back into 
his thong-like posers. The fat head of his semi-swollen cock and plum-
sized left testicle hung out from the over-stuffed fabric pasted to 
his left leg. His back, pec and shoulder muscles were shifting cables 
of stunning meat as they flexed through the efforts of the firearm 
reloading.

While Klein would have liked more time to prepare his assault plan, 
he knew he needed to act now before his gorgeous, unsuspecting enemy 
had a chance to complete his work on the deadly machine gun. He 
slipped quietly behind the wreckage of the open driver's side van 
door and, with a focused burst of strength, tore it from its hinges. 
Using the crumpled metal like a great shield, Klein charged the 
surprised Coven muscle monolith.

Wells responded immediately to Klein's outline of attack. He could 
feel the surges of growth and strength to the very core of every one 
of his tremendously empowered muscles. He had no idea just how many 
times more powerful he had become or how much larger and denser his 
stupendous muscles had grown. He could, however, sense and feel the 
swell of untold strength within his still-responding body. The tank 
top was now way too tight for his expanding torso. 

Exercising the easier option, Wells ripped the material from his 
upper body. While there was no time to explore the continuing effects 
that Hong Tu's enhancing M5cum had had, a quick glance down at the 
heaving mountains of his steely pecs and thigh-sized forearms was 
enough to let him know that the growth had been spectacular. The 
sensations of unstoppable power coursing through Wells filled him 
with the needed conviction to face what he knew would be his ultimate 
challenge.

Even the full width of the doorless side opening proved to be a 
challenge as Wells attempt to force his new bulk through the too-
tight doorway. Wells had left the van none-to-soon. Suddenly and 
violently the entire vehicle jerked back several feet as Vesuvius 
launched its tangled mass away from himself. Wells noted the caved in 
shape of the destroyed front as it smashed down hard onto the ground 
nearby. Vesuvius' hand hold was carved into the upper frame and there 
was a deep indentation where his arm-thick cock head had overpowered 
the polished metal of the concave grille.

As the dust settled the two gargantuan muscle creatures caught sight 
of one another. Wells was as overwhelmed as ever at the image of 
Vesuvius' god-like form. His 600 pounds of petrified meat stood in 
bold relief  on his stupendously beautiful framework. Vesuvius' 
conquest ofover four tons of metal machinery in the two vehicles had 
pushed the definition of his unbelievable musculature beyond belief. 
The sculpted perfection and the impenetrable scale of his body was 
breathtaking.

Every muscle had become a carved anatomical image with the sheen of 
over-stretched skin serving as nothing more than an equalizing toner 
to the multitude of shredded muscle fiber that possessed every inch 
of his colossal body. Vesuvius' unshakable, precum-dripping 18" cock 
stood as a bold and proud symbolic column to his unconquerable 
magnificence. Wells stupendous body quaked with the sudden 
realization of the power of his challenger.

Vesuvius did his best to hide both his surprise and his fear at the 
sight of Wells shockingly enhanced body. It was clear that the man he 
now faced was as large or larger in every dimension as he was. 
Vesuvius had come to think of himself as the supreme definition of 
muscular development and potential yet, suddenly, he found himself 
face-to-face with a man as stunningly bountiful as himself and even 
more inspiringly handsome.

Wells had not yet had the chance to see the results of the ingestion 
of Hong Tu's cum charge. But, here he stood, ready for the ultimate 
muscle battle with almost 94" of pectoral and upper back girth 
composed of stone-solid meat. His pecs alone cantilevered almost 14" 
beyond his plated abdominals. Wells lats were so voluminous that they 
forced the god-like mass of his ham-sized triceps out at a 45% angle. 
The arc of the triceps formed a hollowed cave as deep as a man's hand 
was long in the pit of their great carved horseshoe shape. Wells 
straining biceps had swelled out to be as big as a basketball - even 
only partially flexed showing the promise of their full 39" flexed 
diameter.

Wells thighs outsized Vesuvius' 4-foot circumference monsters by 
another 4" and his calf muscles shattered the 30" barrier. The power 
and glory of Wells immense musculature was staggeringly exaggerated 
by the fissured crispness of his astonishingly sculpted 30" waist. 
Wells hadn't even bothered to either notice or sense the presence of 
his remarkably hardened cock. Vesuvius' still-demanding 18" immovable 
member surged suddenly seeming to swell wider than humanly possible 
with desire as he took in the breathless beauty of Wells 21" long 
slowly up-curving steadfast rod of inhuman male meat.

A pair of full-rounded pear-shaped balls swung heavily below the vein-
webbed 4" diameter shaft as if begging for someone to empty them of 
their creamy burden. The double fist size of Wells stiffly glowing 
cock head showed as the perfect crowning glory to his speechlessly 
perfect cock. The bowling ball swell of Wells delts was essential to 
compliment the vast crescent of his power-filled traps. His thumb-
thick nipples and silver-dollar areola appeared appropriately scaled 
on the enormity of his cabled pec meat. The mindless depth of Wells 
canyon-muscled cleavage begged dangerous invasion.

Yet, in the end, Vesuvius found himself longing for a renewed view of 
what he knew would be the most stunning gluteal creation ever 
compiled to adorn a human specimen. He recalled the singular 
opportunity he had back in Bolivia to invade the depths of that 
unforgettable posterior. 

Now, Vesuvius stood facing this newly enhanced foe knowing three 
things. First, the regime that Wells represented had destroyed not 
one but two of his gorgeous personal muscle troops. Second, the 
sounds and fury of the exploding vehicle on the bridge would have 
been heard miles away destroying any opportunity for them to succeed 
against their target. And, third, he swore silently that his cock 
would partake of that deliriously perfect ass once more knowing that 
the size and power of his own formidable organ would destroy the 
unmatched beauty of the creation that Wells had become.

The thoughts of Wells ultimate destruction by the power of his own 
muscle and cock stirred Vesuvius back to action. His exquisitely 
pumped body locked down into a stupefying most-muscular pose forcing 
his already exemplary musculature to the bursting point. With his 
handsome head buried deeply into the upper masses of his shredded pec 
meat, Vesuvius launched the full force of his muscle against that of 
Wells.

Klein slammed the metal sheet and framing of the van door into the 
surprised body of the sternly muscled driver. The main bulk of the 
metal paneling met its resistance against the Coven member's plated 
abs and steely thighs and groin. His monstrous pecs found themselves 
suddenly thrust through the gaping rectangular frame opening that 
used to contain the vehicle window. The twinned mammary meat monsters 
reached through the constricting opening slapping their American 
assailant in the face with their hardened forms.

Both men careened in the direction of the impact until the sublime 
upper mass of the backward moving driver came to rest against the 
trunk of an adjacent tree. Klein continued to press the ripping metal 
door into the pinned driver's torso. As he did so, more and more of 
the expansive pec flesh was forced into the constriction of the 
hollow window opening. The driver reacted instinctively by tensing 
his embedded pectoral meat turning it from barely pliable to granite 
solid. As the muscle solidified, it applied increasing pressure to 
the surrounding window framing until, with a loud crunch, the welded 
metal corners snapped off sending the upper band of metal shooting 
away and leaving the two side posts of steel bent outward at odd 
angles.

The sudden release of the drivers massive pec meat also freed his 
tremendous arms to reach up and yank the remaining metal door 
paneling from between their two mammary muscle masses dragging one of 
the bent window posts against the confluence of their paired, 
intertwined pectoral masses. As the driver forced the wedged sheet 
metal out from between their two writhing bodies, the unfortunate 
metal post was torn away by the power of their engaged breast meat.

Impeccable pec rubbed against impeccable pec. Undulating plates of 
abs jockeyed for a superior position and aroused groin ground against 
aroused groin as the two muscle marvels struggled together in their 
entangled dance for a position of supremacy. Klein forced the power 
of the driver's stupendous back muscles deeper and deeper into the 
trunk of the tree upon which it was splayed. A shattering crack 
sounded the failure of muscle against hardwood and the main body of 
the tree crashed to the ground taking the combined 900 pounds of 
fighting muscle with it.

Klein landed on top of his opponent with their massive bodies still 
locked together and his legs spread to either side of the gloriously 
muscled Coven member midsection. The two sublime muscle bodies 
grinded into each other. Klein's sphincter sensed the cooling breeze 
of the late afternoon air as his cheeks were forced open by the 
felled log and expansive muscle below that his legs had to span. 
Their monstrous arms fought to surround each other in deadly bearhugs 
but the scope and scale of their astonishing back muscles would not 
permit either to secure a winning grasp.

Klein caught the driver by his wrists and, pushing their astounding 
arms far apart to either side of their kissing torsos. He dragged his 
opponent's meaty arms as far away from their flexing cores as 
possible. Klein began to force the driver's stretched, vein-ribbed 
arms back toward the ground using the tree trunk as a bench. The 
muscular Coven member moaned with growing pain as the American 
applied greater and greater pressure. Every cable of intense muscle 
contained within his pulled pec, bicep and delt meat grew clearly 
visible as the driver fought against Klein's attempt to separate his 
arms from his shoulder blades.

The powerful American could feel the driver's corded pec meat rubbing 
across his own writhing pecs as he drove his enemy's shoulders closer 
and closer to the breaking point. He could also feel the power of the 
struggling man's hardening cock and the pressures of his own growing 
organ as their massive torsos massaged each other in their deadly 
battle. Suddenly Klein reeled upright loosing his grip on the flayed 
arms of the M4 driver as a sharp pain exploded into his exposed 
muscle ass.

Wells waited until the last possible second and then sidestepped 
Vesuvius' charging compilation of dangerously dense muscle. The 
momentum achieved by Vesuvius in launching his body forward made it 
difficult for him to stop. His lower legs encountered the widest 
diameter of the fallen tree trunk lying across his destroyed van 
sending the huge Italian body rolling over the top in a complete 
tumble. Vesuvius landed full and flat on the wrenching thickness of 
his fissured back knocking the wind out of him.

Without missing a beat, Wells darted around the end of the fallen 
tree. When he saw his opportunity laying there on the ground before 
him, Wells squatted down at the end of the broken tree trunk and, 
exerting more power than he even knew he possessed, pressed the 
entire bottom end of the tree overhead. He sighed briefly at the 
sight of Vesuvius' staggeringly beautiful body with his head-thick 
pecs rising and falling in their living mountains of muscle mass and 
his upwardly mounted supreme cock columned far above the vacuumed 
waistband. Then, with one groaning thrust, Wells tossed the full 
weight of the tree over and onto Vesuvius' waiting chest.

The sudden shadow of the huge trunk momentarily eclipsing the sun in 
its fatal arcing descent toward Vesuvius snapped the prone musclegod 
back to his senses. Instinctively his hands flew upward catching the 
huge log in their mighty grasp just above the peaked mass of his 
inflated pecs. Vesuvius' stupendous musculature reassumed its molten 
rock hardness as he brought the full burden of the falling weight 
under control. His endangered pecs became lined wonders of steel-
cabled meat and all 38" of the carved flesh covering his upper arms 
balled and coiled with limitless strength. As if playing with a log 
made of balsa wood, Vesuvius pushed the trunk overhead and let it 
fall loudly and safely back to the ground.

Wells jumped back and away to reassess his next options as Vesuvius' 
muscle-shredded form got up. Vesuvius smiled his anger toward Wells 
as he lifted one huge leg over the trunk to straddle it. Bending 
forward, Vesuvius locked his legs around the tree and, lifting the 
trunk slightly, severed a 8-foot long section that had to weigh near 
1,000 pounds with one muscle-defining twist. Still smiling toward 
Wells, he hoisted the wooden cylinder high over his head and then, 
without hesitation, smashed it down across the top of his 4 ½" steel-
poled cock.

Wells gasped in pure astonishment as the huge trunk splintered in 
half over Vesuvius' unaffected cock. Wells was still shaking with 
disbelief when the phenomenal Italian creature launched both sections 
directly at him. The logs rolled through the air and Wells did his 
best to spin out of their way. One section burned across his unfurled 
lats and upper back leaving only a tingle of pain as a memory. The 
other hit its mark at the side of Wells neck. Only the massive size 
and strength of his stupendous trapezius muscles kept his head from 
being sheared off.

Wells fell to the ground clasping the back of his pain-filled traps 
and delts with his opposing hand. Vesuvius rushed in on his victim 
taking advantage of Wells momentary disorientation. He swept the 
larger bulk of Wells stunning body up off the ground and jostled it 
high over his head, just as he had done with the tree trunk. Then, 
using the same motion, he flung Wells immense musculature down onto 
the top of his stiffly waiting cock. Wells shrieked in pain as the 
power of his flexed lower back slammed into the rigid steel of 
Vesuvius' hungry dick.

Vesuvius, too, rolled forward in pain at the unexpected solidity and 
stupendous burden of Wells 650 steel-hard mass on his cock. As he did 
so, Wells curling body slid off of his pained man-pole and crashed 
heavily onto the ground. Vesuvius let go of Wells rolling mass as his 
hands moved in to massage his paining cock and groin. He could feel 
both the hurt and the fact that he had not seriously injured himself. 
The failed encounter only reinforced Vesuvius' drive to soothe his 
aching cock inside the destroyed ass of the disruptive American.

Wells lower back felt as if a million needles had been pushed into 
it. He rolled onto the ground and, in spite of the terrible pain, 
twisted quickly away from Vesuvius toward the cover of the nearby 
stand of trees. Forcing himself onto all fours, Wells crawled into 
the darkness of the umbrella of trees and bushes. Once there he made 
himself get up, hands massaging the tender muscles of the small of 
his back, and he headed deeper into the forest knowing that Vesuvius 
would not be far behind. 

Once he knew that he had not been seriously injured, Wells permitted 
his curious hands to explore the potential power of his own steaming-
hard cock. Even with his own immeasurable strength, Wells discovered 
that it was almost impossible to force his battle-petrified 20" organ 
to shift from its welded anchorage into his chiseled groin. Yet, as 
he explored the strength of his mammoth cock, he could also feel the 
surges of sexual response as he stroked and handled the sensitive 
meat-wonder. Suddenly he heard the sounds of shattering branches 
signifying Vesuvius' stalking advance.

Klein knew the feel of a penetrating cock in his ass all too well. 
Having been invaded by the best that the hugely endowed handlers had 
to offer, he sensed this hot man-tube to be in the range of 10" to 
11". It had been thrust unceremoniously inside the core of Klein's 
intestine until he could feel and hear the slapping of pumping balls 
against the base of his spread ass cheeks. His best guess was that he 
had been assaulted by the beautiful young driver of his own van.

As the gorgeous young man's steely arms locked under his armpits, 
Klein sought to regain control of his position over the larger M4 van 
driver spread out on the log beneath him. The bottom man had reacted 
quickly and wrapped his superior arm muscle around Klein's taut waist 
pinning their raging cocks in the undulating sandwich of their rocky 
abdominals. The M3 driver continued to plow his explosive cock 
unceasingly into Klein's ass as his Coven partner tightened his 
crushing grip around the invaded American body.

Klein could feel his lower back muscles beginning to fail under the 
pressures of the double-teamed attack. The embedded cock shaft plowed 
deeper and harder as the painfully handsome driver's personal 
passions took control of his charging motions. Klein could feel the 
worthy cock beating harder as it readied itself for its desired 
release. As the first hot jolt of seedy cum shot into his sucking 
ass, Klein reached up as high as he could with his two free hands 
locking his biceps and triceps into rolls of granite hard meat. He 
brought both fisted hands down hard into the face of the superiorly 
muscled driver under him.

Instantly the bearhug was gone as the bottom man sought to cover his 
bleeding, broken nose from further damage. Klein flung his body off 
of the larger driver carrying the still-cumming beauty with him. The 
suspended young man slid down to the ground gracelessly. Klein 
whimpered in pain as the embedded organ was ripped out of his 
reddened asshole. Turning quickly, he swooped the model-handsome 
young driver up into his immensely muscled arms and sadly threw him 
several yards in the air. The beautiful body landed hard and solid 
near the foot of the destroyed bridge.

The beautiful young driver got to his feet immediately and crushed 
his wonderfully sculptured figure into honed sharpness as he prepared 
to charge the larger American showing no sign of fear or intent to 
give up his challenge. His wonderfully shaped cock began to arc 
downward and dripped with the last of his spent cum. Klein did a 
quick overview both of the overwhelming beauty of the stunning youth 
and of the challenge he offered. The young man caught sight of a 
twisted piece of shredded metal shrapnel from the explosion near his 
feet and grabbed it up as he began to charge.

Klein, too, charged directly toward the center of the pumping young 
muscle-form. The focused driver brought the razor sharp edge of his 
twisted metal weapon down hard against Klein's left shoulder as the 
two men crashed together. A line of blood ran freely across Klein's 
sliced shoulder. Only the power of his tensed muscles had prevented 
the deadly tool from digging in too deeply. The pain of the shallow 
cut was enough to anger Klein and push aside any consideration of the 
phenomenal attractiveness of his assailant.

Klein's more significant body mass won the power of the impact 
carrying both men out onto the wavering cantilever of the ruined 
bridge. Even in the rage of pure anger, the face of the young driver 
appeared like a vision of sculpted perfection. Klein locked his hands 
around the crisp oblique muscles carved onto each side of the 
unstoppable youth and lifted him from the ground as they continued 
barreling out further onto the remnants of the bridge. Only the 
imposition of a twisted and knurled section of the metal angle 
guardrail prevented the two men from tumbling off the side and into 
the death awaiting in the rapids far below.

Pinned together face-to-face, Klein was once again overwhelmed by the 
staring perfection of the flawless young face. Then, as he felt the 
point of sharp pain in his lower abdomen, he noticed that the 
stunning stare seemed frozen on the handsome face. Klein looked down 
as he pulled back from the gorgeous man. About an inch of pointed 
metal dripped red with a mixture of their blood. The bent spike of 
rail had gouged slightly into Klein's abs but it had completely 
penetrated the fantastically muscled lower back and midsection of the 
now-dead driver.

A great sensation of unnecessary lose temporarily overwhelmed Klein 
as he stared in disbelief at the beauty of the dead young man. This 
sensation was short-lived. The charging mass of the M4 driver rammed 
into Klein's back like a Mac truck pushing him back onto the youthful 
body; forcing the tortured rail beyond its capacity; and spilling all 
three great muscular forms down into the unforgiving grasp of the 
deadly rapids below.