BODY GUARDS - Chapter 13 By: JOHN Wells continued forward through the cover of the woods listening for the sounds of Vesuvius. Finally, he stumbled upon the trial of a dirt road - the kind cut out for construction of a new road. This also marked the end of the woods. A nasty, marshy field extended for several hundred yards of the other side of the dirt roadbed. The Coven invasion had been planned for a Sunday so, while there was plenty of equipment scattered about, there were no workers. Sounds of Vesuvius pounding through the woods alerted Wells that here was no way to turn back. He finally concluded that it would be best to finally face his stalking foe here; out in the open. The body of the 650-pound, well-trained American muscle machine emerged into the long shadows of the late afternoon sun. His gleaming body stood like boldly chiseled marble with the vastness of each stupendous muscle heightened by the dark shadowing as defined by their cavernously deep lines of intersection. For the first time since leaving the van, Wells permitted himself a brief moment of self- appreciation. His powerful hands slid along the varied ridges and valleys of each cold-rolled plate of etched abdominal muscle. The voluminous swell of his astonishing pec meat forced him to rely on the sensations of strength and the carved solidity of his abs that his exploring hands told him existed. Sliding his hands higher up the ladders of ab muscle, Wells could feel the pressure growing in the battle between his monstrously heaving pecs as his curling biceps. He lifted his elbows further away from his side in order to provide more space for the two sets of gigantic sets of muscles to expand. Wells hands finally encountered the bottom walls of his stone-hard pecs and began the outward climb along the undercarriage of his solidly meaty mammary planets. When his hands were fully cupped onto the underside of each globe of finely crafted pec meat, he spread his fingers as wide as possible along their hidden cantilevered prominence but was still unable to see even the tip of his extended thumbs. Lifting hard, Wells tried to hoist his massive breasts. With tremendous effort they moved upward like pressure packed, over- stuffed sacks. He quivered in a sexually charged response as his thumbs encountered the sensitive power of his projecting nipples. Wells massive 21" cock jumped responsively as it begged for attention and release. He knew better than to succumb to the wanting desires of his aching cock at this moment. The stirring feelings did force Wells to focus downward. He did a double take at the sight of his 4" wide cock head far out over the horizon of his stupendous rounds of pec muscle. The gleaming crown appeared as large as two clenched fists and glowed with petrified power. He leaned forward to take in a view of the leading third of his endless cock shaft. If one could be in love with a cock, then Wells was instantly in love with the stunning beauty and magnificence of the tool he possessed. Tearing his eyes and mind away from the hypnotic vision of his cock, Wells turned his head to one side as he brought one of his newly enhanced arms up parallel with the head-sized swell of his ridged deltoid. Bending his forearm up perpendicular with the ground, the most astoundingly carved and shaped biceps ever created began to rise. The multiple elongated, cabled masses of muscle rolled into intersecting spheres of granite. A network of roped veins rose above the ultra-dense rough, chiseled surface as if wrapping the hot meat in a web of reinforcement. The several upper peaks climbed higher and higher above his arm, mountaining skyward far above the impressive peaks of his delts. The overall swell of biceps muscle fleshed out at least as large as a soccer ball or basketball. Line after line of shredded muscle appeared making the skin look like nothing more than a finely applied coat of paint over the astonishingly visible meat. Opening his clenched fist, Wells could easily grasp the Himalayan top of his flexed biceps. The monumental sphere felt both warm and silky while, at the same time, giving physical notice as to its immeasurable hardness and power. Wells excited cock jumped again as he continued to admire the godlike creature he had become. A sharp cracking sound not far into the wooded area brought Wells attention back into the focus of reality. Measuring the array of construction materials from which to choose, Wells selected a piling of telephone poles nearby. He carefully wrapped his amazing arms around one of the poles near the top of the pile, just past the midpoint of its 30' length. Wells stooped and lifted the entire ton of treated wood pole as if it was nothing more than a good warm-up weight and tucked the back portion so that the pole trapped between his arms and lats. Wells carried the pole horizontally and stood hidden behind the cab of a flatbed truck loaded with three huge wooden wheels of wrapped telephone cables. He turned the rearview mirror so that he could use it to see where Vesuvius came out without being seen himself. Wells knew that the pole wouldn't stand a chance against Vesuvius' superlative musculature, but he knew where he wanted to aim. As Vesuvius naked form cautiously stepped into the open glow of the sunlight, Wells thought to himself that `superlative' may not have been the right word to describe Vesuvius' body but he did not believe that the right word for something that magnificent had yet to be invented. Their previous encounter and the struggle between Vesuvius and the two vans had forced an anatomically defining pump into every one of his endless muscles. The sun reflected sharply in several directions off the striated lining of Vesuvius' mooned pecs, delts and biceps. Each ridged line of coiled perfection glistened in sweat polished light along Vesuvius' abs, triceps, quads and traps. The rounded fury of his pristine lats and calf muscles stood in bold relief. The minuscule waistband was shredded with the lining of his serratus and obliques. Then, atop it all, Vesuvius' arm-thick cock paraded forward like a brilliantly crafted battering ram mounted on the front of a great warship. The massive Italian stepped forward out of cover gingerly but unafraid. He, too, absorbed the scenery of the construction area sensing lurking danger but not knowing from where it would come. Since he had wandered into the open area only a few feet from the front end of the trailer behind which Wells stood, the answer came almost immediately. Wells swung the great pole as he rushed into sudden view aiming its power directly at Vesuvius' handsome head. Vesuvius stood fast until the last possible second making it impossible for Wells to adjust his swing. Then, like a great cat, he dove for the ground and for Wells legs. The momentum of the ton of wood forced Wells to continue to spin. When he realized that his endeavor had failed, he let go of the pole. It crashed up against the side of one of the wooden wheels loaded with phone cables knocking it off to the far side of the truck. Vesuvius' bulk slammed into Wells just above the ankles spilling his immense musculature hard onto the ground on his back but not before his head grazed the steel bumper on the front of the truck cab. The sight of Wells confused body laying on the ground with his head partially beneath the truck cab gave Vesuvius an idea that appealed to his devious character. He dashed around to the point behind the cab where the front and the truck bed were connected. He ripped the connecting wiring apart easily and then, with a shutter of stupendously displayed back and gluteal muscle, Vesuvius lifted the connecting ball and pin apart. Placing his back against the rear of the disconnected cab and digging his legs staunchly into the ground, Vesuvius forced the entire cab forward. The sun was suddenly eclipsed from Wells whirling head as the engine part of the cab hood rolled over him. With the angle of his body and the truck, it was clear that the left wheels would ride directly over his lower groin placing the crushing tonnage of the entire machine onto Wells right at the smallest part of his midsection. Praying for strength, Wells took in a deep, deep breath as he forced all of the energies in his mind to the mountain swells of his pecs, arms and hidden back muscles. As Wells shifted his arms up toward the turned metal edge of the bumper, the three-ton cab continued to roll forward. Then the lower face of the moving vehicle encountered the stupendous bouldered masses of Wells' rocky pec projections. The sudden meeting between the moving metal object and the invincible muscle of Wells pecs ground the forward movement to a surprising halt. Vesuvius pressed his feet deeper into the soft dirt of the roadbed base. Sweat began to run from his forehead as his massive musculature reddened in shredded perfection in their effort to overcome the sudden imposition. The front line of the metal bumper grillwork worked to embed itself into and over Wells incomparable pectoral muscles. Wells focused all his efforts as the force seeking to crush the upper swell of his meaty breasts by locking his curled hands onto the bottom of the bumper and using the ground as a solid backing for his monstrously straining triceps. The sound of failing metal ripped through the air as Vesuvius' unforgiving efforts against Wells unfailing muscle began to intent both the front end of the truck over Wells sensuous body and the rear end crushed into Vesuvius' insanely muscled back. Vesuvius pushed down on the cab as well as back at the same time that Wells, taking one more muscle penetrating deep breath, launched his staggering arm masses upward engaging the front of the truck as his weight in a spring-loaded bench press. The American's torso turned diamond hard and visibly saturated with unbelievably cut muscle as he forced the full weight of the front of the cab to rotate speedily up high into the air above his staggeringly sculptured form. The front of the cab rose several feet until, under the equally magnificent muscle-efforts being applied by Vesuvius, the entire vehicle rolled upward onto Vesuvius' surprised back. Momentarily all three tons of machine and metal rested completely on top of the staggeringly muscled back and legs of the astounding Italian creature. As Vesuvius' body struggled to assume the full impact of the unanticipated burden, Wells realized that he only had a moment to act. He rolled quickly upright and sprung onto his feet. The sight of Vesuvius' inhumanly beautiful body shouldering the entire truck was indescribably arousing. He could never have previously imagined just how glorious and magnificent a being so possessed with muscle could look. Vesuvius did not have the time to appreciate the brilliance of either his body or what it was doing. All his efforts were focused on dealing with the immediacy of the situation. Three tons of deadly metal was crushingly mounted on top of him. With great effort, he stopped the arcing roll threatening to force the vehicle over his head. Then, using his gargantuan 48" upper leg muscles as a pair of great fulcrums, he forced his body backward sending the truck crashing back onto the ground from which it had come. The sound of the twisting, ripping metal and explosion of air from the defeated tires filled the air. As it hit the ground, Vesuvius let go with a sigh of relief. The relief was short-lived as Wells immense forearm and flexed elbow caught Vesuvius square in the core of his heaving abdomen. The vast air of relief that had just been drawn into Vesuvius' lungs was driven out by the sudden painful assault. The rear of Vesuvius' body slammed back into the partially destroyed truck and sunk into the crumpling metal forcing the back of the cab seat all the way up to the console. Vesuvius' torso doubled over from the pain shooting through his gut trapping the massive girth of Wells forearm between the crystallized meat of his striated pecs and the immeasurable power of his perpetually hard quads and cock. The same pressures sending grinding pain surging deep into the core of Wells captured forearms trapped the flow of enriching blood from leaving Vesuvius' projecting cock head. The huge 4 ½" knob of sex meat turned crimson hard and flared solidly as if it were ready to burst. As the sharpness of the pain dissipated within Vesuvius' strained abs, the beating heat of the blood sequestered in his sensitive cock head fed his erotic sense of arousal and sexual power. Wrapping the full power of his 38" biceps around to the underside of his constricted leg muscles, Vesuvius forced the vice-closure of his quad and pec muscles tighter and tighter around Wells pinned forearm and his own excited cock. Wells fisted his hand at the end of his entombed arm forcing the tremendous musculature of his forearm to match the hardness of Vesuvius' controlling muscles and cock. He could feel the pumping beat of his own heart as his surfaced blood vessels pounded rhythmically against the containment of Vesuvius' steeled muscle. Vesuvius re-doubled his efforts as Wells writhing forearm muscle warningly massaged his lower pecs, abdominals and quads. Wells shifting, massive arm tendons undulated erotically along the upper surface of the stupendous Italian organ. Gobs of preparatory precum oozed from the piss-slit lips of Vesuvius' stimulated cock head. Wells winced in pain as the cocky Italian responsively applied more and more pressure. Wells knew that his arm, powerful as it had become, could not last forever in this position. He could already feel the beginnings of the numbing effects from reduced blood circulation in his forearm. Having witnessed the sublime sensitivity of Vesuvius' massive cock on several occasions, Wells stiffened his free little finger and provocatively slipped it into the pool of dripping precum. The tender cock lips parted under Wells touch and opened enough to kiss the end of the probing finger. Vesuvius' entire body quivered in reaction to the overwhelming eroticism applied to this most-sensitive area. Wells pushed the tip of his finger deeper into the sexual channel. Vesuvius' entire 4 ½" wide cock shook with abandon and raw desire. He could feel the growing reaction within his own crushed balls as they heated and churned the wealth of cum waiting within. When he came, Vesuvius intended it to be of his own volition and inside the ass of this mortal enemy, not now! Acting quickly, Vesuvius let loose of the clasp between his massive arms and legs. Flinging his near arm around Wells neck securing a hold on one monstrously meaty trapezius while, at the same time, unlocking his muscle-choking grasp of the American's arm, he flung Wells body around like a giant top. The American's immense form spiraled out and away spinning dangerously toward the detached truck bed. He slammed back-first against the edge of the flat bed. The mass of his rock-hard body threatened to split the thick wood platform in half. As the perimeter steel framing warped inward under the unforgiving force of Wells impregnable muscle, the bolts holding several of the thick wood planks in place were severed and the remaining wooden wheel of electric cables began to roll at Wells. Wells tried to turn to catch the multi-ton coiling but did not have enough balanced footing available to his unbalanced body. The weight of the wheel combined with the amount of platform destruction Wells' impact had caused sent the rolling cabling and container crashing down toward the ground taking Wells struggling torso with it. Only the bent channel of framing steel digging into Wells twisted lower back kept his body from being forced down underneath. As the wooden cylinder plummeted by his head, part of the falling wheel caught him on the side of the head knocking him unconscious. The American had no idea how long he had been out cold. The fact that the sun still hung above the horizon told him that it could not have been too long. The sense of wetness was reinforced with a second pelting of water slapping across his aching head and torso. He tried to reach up to wipe the water from his eyes but found his arms capable of only limited movement. He shook the water from his eyes and tried to sit up but found his upper body equally limited in its ability to move. "Now, you will finally know how it feels to be fucked by the greatest muscle cock on the greatest muscle body ever to have been created." Vesuvius laughed as he moved his scarred, handsome face over Wells. "Go ahead and try to escape." He added snapping a section of wrist- thick telephone cable above Wells handsome features. "There is no doubt that, in time, you can break free but. I assure you, you will be dead long before you can gain your freedom. This is a wonderful material! Strong enough to restrain you for a good while yet flexible enough for me to enjoy the sight of your great struggling muscles as I rape and kill you!" Indeed, as Wells tried to move during Vesuvius' arrogant speech, his hands, neck and waist told him that his upper body was staunchly secured. From the feel of things, Wells guessed quickly that he had been tied down spread-eagle across the flat circle of one of the wire coil wheels that laid table-high on its side on the ground. He could lift his head high enough to see the rounded horizons of his pecs that remained head-thick even outstretched from shoulder to shoulder. He could lift and bend his arms almost to a 45% angle from the wooden platform before the cabling would not permit any further easy movement. Wells could also sense that, while sections of cable belted the smallness of his midsection to the wood table, his legs were free to move. Tied as he was, the ability to use the full power of his massively formed legs as an effective weapon was quite limited. "I must admit, that, while I will enjoy my time exploring and destroying your precious body" Vesuvius continued "it is as magnificent a creation as my own and its loss will be a true pity." "Fuck off you Goddamn pig!" Wells spit back. "You can go to hell with the rest of your disgusting Coven brotherhood!" Pain shot across Wells handsome face as the power of Vesuvius' slap ripped across his tight cheek. Wells turned defiantly toward Vesuvius but before he could say anything else, the great Italian hands forced a wad of wet cloth into his mouth. "I had hoped you would die more heroically and understand my admiring respect of your physical perfection." Vesuvius smirked. "But we can do it this way just as easily." The same pain inflicting hand then gently soothed the high-boned cheek that it had just struck. With unexpected tenderness, Vesuvius swooped Wells disheveled hair back from his face and rolled his fingers lightly around Wells full, tender lips. Vesuvius moved around to one side of Wells splayed body and began to gently caress his proudly muscled neck and corded traps. Vesuvius then moved on to the nearer lined cables of rolling deltoid muscle that shook and convulsed beneath Wells paper-thin skin as the American body fought to understand the restrictive ties of the phone cabling around his wrists and neck. Vesuvius then longingly stroked the immensity of promise in Wells fissured biceps and triceps anticipating the balling swell of the great show muscles he knew would happen as he fucked the bound giant to death. Vesuvius dallied in his grasping admiration of the 40" girth of Wells steel-formed arms and the river-mapping of finger- thick veining covering the gargantuan meat. It took an unusual and arousing amount of kneading pressure to force the roped veins to slide across sections of the fissured upper arm muscle. The great torrents of veins covering the writhing snakes of Wells forearm muscle were stiffly conjoined to their feeding meat. The Italian's entire fist disappeared into the horseshoe cave formed in between the three tremendous heads of Wells triceps. The endless muscle rolled from elbow to chest like a coiled steel spring. Saving the exploration of the mountainous torso for later, Vesuvius moved down to the nearer thigh careful not to let Wells have any opportunity to use the any of the incalculable power contained in the vast 52" diameter slabs of stark, dense upper leg meat. He stroked the inner thigh as his anxiety to dwell within the cave opening buried under its voluptuous mass rose within Vesuvius' aching groin. Moving upward along the remarkably carved hips, Vesuvius examined each and every finger of striped serratus and oblique muscle and danced his hands gingerly along the exposed flanks of the plated ridges and valleys of the most sublimely sculpted ass ever carved onto a human being. Tied and stretched as he was, Wells vacuumed waist formed an astonishing hollow of intoxicating beauty with its 30" measurement appearing impossibly small for the strength it possessed. Wells flattened abdominal plates were each clearly defined even through their concave shallowness. The upper abs swooped up to lock onto the ring of muscle surrounding the form of Wells lower ribcage. The three wrappings of black cables securing the staggeringly small waist in place could not distract from the flawless beauty of the captured body. Wells arms were pulled out to each side at an angle measuring more than 90 degrees from his waistband forcing the vastness of his lat width to be astoundingly displayed. The force of the flat round of the wooden upon which his back rested also helped to maximize the amount of visible lat meat. Each lat was full and thick enough to occupy the space of the entire upper torso mass of any average man but Vesuvius knew that there was nothing hollow about the stiff wedges of muscle blossoming from Wells girdle of obliques and serratus muscle and sweeping ever outward until the width of his back was almost four times the span of his waist. The lusting Italian hands drifted slowly across the veined plains of one stupefying lat and then crossed the great field of winged muscle until they arrived breathlessly at the heaving mountains of Wells breasts. Lines of striated splendor fanned upward and around the continental plating of pectoral muscle from the pinning connection hidden between the triangle of deltoid, biceps and latissimus meat. Long wrist-thick bundles of pec meat arced high across Wells heaving breasts zooming up to more than hand-span thick before turning suddenly downward into stiffly mounted canyon walls of meat defining Wells central line of cleavaged maleness. Pointing skyward near the outer flank of each gargantuan pec; surrounded by a moat of deep brown skin; stood the finger-thick tower of the most erogenous nipples the Italian had ever encountered. Vesuvius played with the quivering masses of mind-boggling breast muscle and stiffly sensitive nipples until he was satisfied the memory of their magnificence would be engraved in his mind forever. Turning momentarily away from the direct view of the colossal 94" torso, Vesuvius pointed his attention to the ivory column that was Wells cock. He was pleased to see that, in spite of the trauma that Wells superlative body faced, the huge organ had responded to his erotic handling of its possessor. The double-fist-sized crown was fitted solidly and proudly atop the swooning perfection of Wells monumental cock shaft. Silently Vesuvius had to acknowledge the superior beauty and awesome spectacle of Wells 21" member. It emerged from Wells ring of groin muscle at a full 4" diameter and, a foot and a half later where the shaft was interrupted by the flared collar of the massive crown, it was still all of 3 ½" in diameter. The steel-muscled cock-pole curved ever-so-slightly up toward Wells undulating chest. A netting of spectacular veining turned the image from one of polished stone to sculpted marble. From the side, Vesuvius could see the filled promise of cum contained in each of Wells balled, apple-sized testicle sacs. Vesuvius' own magnificently mounted 18" cock gurgled with the precum of desire as his hands and eyes partook of Wells' Taj Mahal of human cocks. This is where the Coven member knew he wanted to begin his conquest. Before Wells' ass would taste its final meal of Vesuvius' cum, Vesuvius was determined to dine victoriously on the cum of his enemy. Knowing the power and needs of his own cock, the Italian's hands moved in tightly around Wells' massive organ just below the ultra- sensitive ring of flesh projecting outward where the stupendous crown collar dove into the vertical shaft wall. Vesuvius' heart beat quicker as the feel of Wells hot steely cock meat slipped roughly beneath his rubbing palms. The rich collar of the cock cap was pliable yet stiffly inviting. Wells groaned through the cloth as the sexual stimulation affected his mind and sent charges of want surging through his struggling body. Just as Vesuvius had hoped, Wells began to fight against the restraints as his massive muscular form both rejected and embraced the erotic stimulation of his monstrous cock shaft. Wells struggling upper body muscles exploded with resistive, striated spectacle as the cable bindings coerced his muscles into brilliant display. Biceps, triceps, delts, lats and pecs quaked and shifted like vast tectonic plates succumbing to unstoppable seismic forces deep within their very cores of muscle. The very sight of all this monstrously carved meat in god-like action drove Vesuvius' sensual needs to passion-driven lust. His hands sent orgasmic inducing friction surging far into Wells cock and groin muscles. Wells' hips tried to wriggle the control of his heated cock from the stimulating power of Vesuvius' pumping hands but the entrapping cabling wouldn't permit it. The swaying motions of Wells body just added to the stunning beauty of his fighting musculature pushing Vesuvius' shifting hand grip into a cum-inducing strangle hold on Wells inflexible cock shaft. Vesuvius' own superlative muscles stood out in bold relief as he strengthened his hold and forced his entire being into the task of bringing Wells gigantic 21" tower to orgasm. Under Vesuvius' lustful and practiced working, Wells' cock burned hot with unquenchable desire. The rhythmic stroking lengthened until Vesuvius' clasped hands pulsed up and down almost 2/3 of the surging length of Wells steaming organ. Then the massive marbled sculpture froze with immeasurable density as it became a great, gushing fountain. An ocean of erupting cum screamed through the cannoned organ and rocketed several feet skyward without a break in the emerging river of cum. Vesuvius' hands kept pumping frantically as volley after ceaseless volley of cum exited Wells spewing cock shaft spilling thickly onto his writhing torso and filling the vacuumed cavity of his stretched abdomen to overflowing. Still, Vesuvius drove the beating organ to squeeze every last drop of hot cream from Well's great milk-sacs. By the sixth or seventh ejection of cum from the spewing slits of Wells' cock lips the heavy cream began to gurgle out and roll down over the vast cap, dripping thickly from the eaved overhang of the broad cock's 4" wide collar of crowning flesh. Sensing that he had drained the massive American muscle god of all his liquid manhood, Vesuvius stepped up to the soup-filled abdominal bowl and filled himself on the promised meal of Wells cum. He scooped as much of the thick cream into his hands as he could and ingested it with great relish. When he could no longer secure the remaining volume in his cupped hands, Vesuvius bent forward and used his sucking mouth and wanting tongue clean the last vestiges of the salty liquid meal off of Wells glistening muscle-plate. Feeling filled with both cum and aroused power; Vesuvius stooped down and gathered a large rock in one clenched fist. The American waited in confined dread as Vesuvius moved his supremely muscled torso up near Well's straining face as if to give his conquest one last look at the body that would consume him. Repulsed as Wells was by everything Vesuvius represented, he could not help but admire the mountain of muscle cascading from every square inch of Vesuvius' staggering body. The shadows of Vesuvius' beyond-huge pecs covered Wells sweating head. The twinned monsters of god-like meat flexed and rolled filling his nostrils with Vesuvius' erotic musk. Leaning forward, Vesuvius placed the full weight of one giant breast onto Wells lips letting him feel the stiff arousal of his excited nipple while the other globe of heavy meat settled solidly on top of one of Wells' own massive muscle-mammaries. Vesuvius turned slowly dragging his massively muscled breast meat roughly across Wells gargantuan, marbled pec until the points of their stiff nipples locked against each other. Wells whole body shook with convulsively sensual muscle as his sensitive teat battled Vesuvius' equally stubborn nipple. His drained cock began to swell back toward its stupefying hardened proportions as the massive Italian tried to force their impenetrable breasts together. The heat from their heaving chests combined into hot muscle- lust as the friction of their two great mountainous breasts rolled and cabled with unforgiving meat against one another. The huge Coven conqueror languished Wells' body with his own massaging muscle enjoying the sight of the gargantuan American muscle under his control ripped and sliced with astounding beauty as Wells struggled against the bonds of his constraints and the erotically charged contact between their massive torsos. The promise of Wells 40" steel-hard biceps and triceps curled into spectacular fulfillment as his body twisted and pulled against the unforgiving cabling that held him fast. The coils of the restricting cords forced Wells bounty of arm, deltoid and pec muscle to become staggeringly defined and richly enhanced with roped veining as he battled. Then, twisting sideways as he pulled back away from Wells hot body, Vesuvius placed the full awesome power of his own brutally flexed biceps over Wells petrified face. The 38" sculpted marble structure coiled and peaked with unforgiving beauty and boundless strength as his hand closed in harder and harder around the rock it held. Wells gawked unblinkingly as he watched Vesuvius' writhing biceps and triceps flesh turn into a shredded stone sculpture harder than the very rock pushing the muscles to unfathomable proportions and density. Vesuvius' free hand explored the stony saturation of muscle covering Wells tortured torso. Every undulating muscle surged with oozing heat and shifted as the great tectonic forces working deep, deep within their painfully dense cores pushed the lava flow of hardening meat to ever more voluminous proportions on Wells still-growing body. Vesuvius knew that the struggling American carried a musculature significantly larger than his own. He could feel the expanding power of Wells impenetrable pec meat against his own as the American torso fleshed closer and closer to a full eight feet in muscled circumference. Vesuvius reveled in the thought of his capacity to control and overwhelm this living spectacle of muscledom struggling beneath him. Vesuvius continued to flex his stunningly muscled arm over Wells handsome, sweating face pushing the carved scale of his own meaty biceps nearer and neared to the same 40" monsters his captive possessed. Wells cock continued its re-expansion at the erotic vision of unstoppable muscle power. Soon he was once again fully poled as his 21" column of man-meat responded instinctively to the dreadful stimulation of his body. Wells winced as the dust filtered down from the grinding sound of the clasped rock signaling its surrender to the awesome spectacle of Vesuvius' straining arm muscles upon its surface. A series of loud crunches preceded the rupturing of the stone into a handful of coarse pebbles and fine granules. Vesuvius' handsome scar-lined face smiled down over Wells as he enjoyed the sensations of endless power surging through his spectacular musculature. But Vesuvius was not yet done. His body turned back again. The sight of the twin breast-moons came back into view over Wells handsome features and then were eclipsed as the full 4 ½" breadth of Vesuvius' astounding 18" long cock shaft filled Wells field of vision. Vesuvius leaned forward slightly permitting the full length of his amazing, weighty organ to be drawn along the top of Wells nose. Vesuvius' stiffly filled balls slapped against the American's cheek announcing their need for release. Then the endless shaft slipped backward as inch after monstrous inch of the veined pipe taunted Wells with its supreme power. Finally the meloned mass of Vesuvius' steaming cock head floated its crimsoned crown past Wells face. Vesuvius had learned yesterday of the loss of Weir and his friends in Sicily at the hands of Wells' American partners. Now it was time for Wells to pay the ultimate price for their interference in the great cause of the Coven. Fortunately Dr. Singh had managed to get away, but Wells would not be given any option now other than death to avenge the damage he and his muscle-troop team had inflicted. Wells had seen the scale of Vesuvius' superlative cock and, now, Vesuvius was determined to let him know its true wealth of destructive power. The bit of inter-body foreplay had been enough to force a large glob of precum onto the surface of Vesuvius' frantically starving cock head. Vesuvius figured that the clear juice would be just enough lubrication to force his entry into the unmatchable beauty of Wells ass. Vesuvius stepped around so that his body was positioned between Wells massive legs. He knew their potential power but also understood the limits placed upon them by the tight bindings holding Wells securely on the round wooden tabling. Wells struggled against Vesuvius' efforts to lift his feet and force the front of his stunningly muscled thighs up and into his overwrought abs and chest. Vesuvius drooled with desire as more and more of Wells ass unfolded into stretched readiness for his anal assault. As Vesuvius coerced Wells legs wider apart, the invitation of his sumptuous sphincter blossomed into view. Finally positioned. Vesuvius stepped up to the treasure trough of Wells access panel. The wet lips of his lusting cock kissed the great pink doorway as the two adjacent body parts merged together. Vesuvius intended to relish and savor every long-awaited moment. Slowly he began to force the powerful cap of his 4 ½" diameter relentless organ against the deliciously inviting anal tissue. He could feel the power of Wells surrounding ass muscle pulling the slotted lips at the mouth of his cock apart as the first fleshy tissue of his stupendous organ burrowed into the moist darkness of Wells interior. Wells bit down hard on the rag in his mouth as the pressure of Vesuvius' invading arm-thick cock head grew with as more and more of its expansive width found its way past his shrieking ring of sphincter muscle. The pressure soon turned to pain and the pain to anguish as the massive cock head became completely embedded. The lack of appropriate lubrication only reinforced the brutality of the invasion as one, then two, then three inches of the diamond hard and iron hot shaft shuttered through Wells screaming passage. Only the cloth in Wells mouth prevented the scream from escaping as three more inches of steel-hard cock shuttered into Wells ass in response to the noise of gunfire combined with Vesuvius' stinging response. A second shot rang through the air. This time Wells stifled scream was from the pain inflicted as Vesuvius' great cock was unceremoniously ripped from his ass. The great fist of Vesuvius' cock head exploded angrily skyward as it exited Wells warm anal tunnel. The huge tensed muscle on Vesuvius' front torso spun toward the sound of the shots as the sound of a third bullet sliced through the air. The speeding shell streaked across the rocked mountain of Vesuvius' left breast deflected away by the impenetrable density of the solidified meat leaving only a dripping red line where it had scorched across the silky sheen of skin covering the petrified muscle. Vesuvius' back still burned where the first two bullets that had impacted against his convulsing back muscles. He knew that the fortified power of his muscle had succeeded against the tiny capsules of metal, but his anger at the interruption of his conquest forced his attention. Vesuvius threw his massive forearms up in front of his more vulnerable head as the fourth bullet sped toward him from the gun in Hong Tu's hand. A red-stained rag was tied tightly around one of his arms where, apparently, Vesuvius' driver had only been partially successful in shooting down this Coven traitor when he escaped into the darkness of the woods. The bullet bounced off of Vesuvius' clenched forearm muscle cutting another bloody channel across a length of his tanned skin. Vesuvius growled as he folded his body into an anger-driven most muscular pose. Every fiber of every muscle covering the stunningly flexed body announced its unstoppable veracity. Hong Tu stood about 100 feet away shivering at the sight of Vesuvius' unquenchable massiveness. Then, as if recognizing the futility of his attempts, he turned and ran at a diagonal from Vesuvius' flexing form toward the far-off woods. The angered Coven member, knowing that his own muscular prey was safely held for a while and seeing an opportunity, took off in the direction across the marshy open field to cut off Hung Tu's retreat. Splashes of shallow water vacated the area of Vesuvius' pounding feet as he sloshed through the wetland with amazing speed for his mass. His vast muscles flowed with the grace of the most stunningly sculpted gymnast preparing to conquer a floor exercise passing as he rapidly closed the distance between his amazing body of muscle and Hong Tu's small doomed figure. Vesuvius was no more than thirty feet from Hong Tu and smiling with the knowledge of his eminent success when, suddenly, he found himself calf-deep in a murky mud with no sustainable footing. He forced one hugely balled 29" calf muscle up out of the muck only to have the other one disappear completely as his supporting leg sank deeper. The columned lines of both fantastically muscled lower legs were soon buried knee-deep from view. Vesuvius flexed his calf muscles and feet in an attempt to raise himself from the spongy soils only to drift down another two or three inches into the gloomy dark goo. Anger turned to instant fear when he saw the smile pasted broadly across Hong Tu's watching face and realized that he had been lured into a bed of silty quicksand. Vesuvius writhed with renewed anger and determination as Hong Tu's taunting laughter boiled in his ears. The vast sculptural formations of each individual thigh muscle coiled into view as Vesuvius fought to stop the downward suctioning of the slithering soil against his staggering muscle. Striated line by striated line of cabled thigh meat sunk below the surface. Not even the full 48" girth of his upper leg meat proved sufficient to halt his immersion. Within a few short moments, Vesuvius could feel the lapping wetness of the spongy sand tickling the base of his cream engorged testicles. The loose soils began dribbling into the closed canyon walls of ass muscle as line by striated line of his gorgeous glutes were folded into the murky darkness. The subtle pressing of the shifting sands against the fullness of his sensitive balls churned his wanting semen within. Soon the glory of his frightfully hypnotic cock began to become entombed. The superlative 4 ½" width of his tremendous cock shaft was ferociously outlined as the bottom side of the steely- veined shaft disappeared. The great melon of his powerful cock head lifted its full beauty up from the sands for one last moment as the soils moved up around the stupefying smallness of his crisply carved waistband. Just as the last gurgling of sand covered the remainder of his massive cock head, there was a sudden boiling of the adjacent soil followed by a geyser of liquid white. Line upon line of thick white cum stained the surface of the quicksand as Vesuvius' god-like muscle shuttered through orgasm. The still visible upper torso ripped with a new definition of muscled perfection as the jolts of cum seized control of his staggering mass. Tears of joy and defeat could be seen rolling down Vesuvius' sharp features as the sand swallowed the road markings of his cum. Finger by finger and plate by plate his heaving abs and ridged serratus drifted from view. The sight of his immensely muscled 87" upper body severed by the sand around his 33" waist brought Hong Tu's observing body to full erection. His hands began to massage the stupendous length of his handler's organ as the mammoth muscle creature sunk erotically from view. The sand and water crept up to lick Vesuvius' down-pointing nipples. He raised his arms in a final attempt to avoid being consumed letting the stunning fullness of his colossal lats flesh out above the sucking soil. His wealth of breast meat pushed waves of slow-moving sand away from their half-mooned bulks as the cabled ridges of pec meat slid into the muck. As the sand reached the top of his massive breast meat, Vesuvius clenched his fists in a last act of silent defiance. His arms became cut with stupendous muscular definition as his triceps and biceps blasted out one last chiseled look at their massive power. Vesuvius tilted his handsome head back as the sand lapped up against his chin and consumed the last of his writhing trapezius muscles. His forearms rolled with muscle as each thick tendon and vein forced his hardened fists tighter. He cast one last glaring look at Hong Tu's masturbating form before their sharp peering vision was lost to the depths along with the rest of his handsomely carved face. Only Vesuvius' fisted hands remained visible for one last moment. Then, the entirety of the glorious body was gone. Hong Tu marked the spot with a wreath of his own cum before moving on to help his bound partner. It was almost two weeks before they made it back to the comfort of their home base outside of Washington and another two weeks before Wells could bring himself to report back to the renewed M-squad. Ryan was safely back in his compound and seemed quite content not to want to wander away again. Wells was pleased with the promotion of Hanson as their new leader and liked Antonio a lot. An appreciative Russian army had done their best to help find Klein but neither he nor his body was found. The price they had paid had been dear, but the American M-troop of body guards had done their job well and proved their worth - this time.