BODY GUARDS  -  Chapter 4

By:  JOHN



"You heard the Commander, men." Vesuvius ordered his troop as the
door locked shut behind their exiting Commander. "Please take care of
our two visitors. This is not a test!"

The three youthful trainees shifted to standing attention and
muscularly carved readiness. Carl stilled struggled briefly with the
embedded dildo locked in his stress-clenching ass. A loud sucking
sound separated the dildo from it's suctioned securement to the floor
leaving Carl standing with half of the black plastic monster
protruding from his posterior. Definition inducing undulations surged
across the three massively crafted Coven cadet forms as they crouched
into most-muscular stiffness.

A brief second of sighed sorrow over the need to destroy all the
impressively muscled beauty crossed the angered minds of Wells and
Klein. Then the reality of their task and overpowering desire to
revenge the deaths of too many of their companions pushed the
sexually created lesser thoughts aside. They had all been betrayed
and used by their own self-serving leader. What distorted direction
drove Major Weir now didn't matter for the moment. All Wells and
Klein knew was that it was time to kick some serious enemy butt - no
matter how stupifyingly beautiful that butt was.

Wells pecs pumped instantaneously into steeled mountains as all 70"
of upper torso muscle shredded to attack stance. Veins of anger-
forged starkness wrapped Klein's 29" multi-split muscled biceps and
triceps to honed perfection. Both sets of legs cabled with starving
power of chiseled brilliance. Their still-hard cocks swelled with the
erotic excitement of the pending battle. Their well-trained minds
moved to automatic understanding as the years of military training
kicked in to focus.

Wells charged first, lowering his head as he did so. Carl was caught
completely off guard as Wells insanely muscled left shoulder slammed
into the trainee's granite-hard pecs. The handsome youth's 28"arms
flailed with heavy waves of meat as they spun to help his beautiful
stumbling body of muscle regain some sense of balance. Just as he
seemed to be regaining control, his heels were caught up against the
back of the raised platform upon which they had secured their dildos.

Carl's 13" pounding cock slapped up hard against the bottom of his
cascading pecs as his torso folded forward over his descending body.
His striated glutes hit the floor with the hard crash of rock against
wood. His eyes widened with a look of terror across his youthfully
handsome face and his body crystallized for an instant with every
muscle fiber in sharpened display as the still-embedded dildo was
driven through the lining of his intestines and into the core of his
unbelieving body

The giant cock exploded with a river of cum as Carl's great upper
body fell back against the floor in silenced repose. Cum continued to
spout with the last beats of his dying heart as his musculature slid
from an image of straining unfulfilled power to the soft flowing
comfort of death.

Klein had not been as fortunate. The other two Coven trainees
directed their attention to his sternly muscled body in united
action. By the time Wells spun away for his first conquest, the two
other had Klein's body splayed on the floor with one their
fantastically muscled figures on either side. Each had locked his
feet against Klein's huge traps and chiseled lats. Their bent-over
torsos sat on the floor with their hands securely grasping Klein's
wrists. The extreme differential in the span between billowing lats
and crisply carved waist of the nearer body of the raven-haired cadet
was shown off to its maximum, breathtaking impact.

They were using Klein's body like a greatly muscled wishbone as they
strove to force his massive arms to the outstretched position so that
they could tear the great meat-packed appendages from the severely
muscled jointing to his cannoned shoulders.  Klein's always-
impressive biceps were visions of raw magnificence as they fought
against the two inhuman forces acting upon them. The pressures on
them were so great that, even partially extended, they remained lined
masses of spectacularly peaked meat.

Wells spotted a nearby weight rack and grabbed a pair of loose 45-
pound plates. He hurled one with his right hand at the astonishingly
flaired back of the nearer, black-haired attacker and then, shifting
hands, flung the second plate at the face of the other man. The first
plate clanged against the severely displayed lats. The nearer
shoulder shrugged off the impact as if flicking off a small insect.

The second, clean-shaven man, hearing the sound, caught sight of the
plate saucering toward him and rolled his torso to one side. The
plate sped by without contact but the shift in position had
unbalanced him just enough to loose his foothold against the sweaty
roundness of Klein's impossibly hard lat meat.

Before Wells could move in to help his partner, the feel of Vesuvius'
thigh-sized forearm drifted around in front of Wells throat. The
American rolled his thundering traps up like great stone walls of
equally hard muscle forbidding an easy opportunity for the larger
Italian muscle creature to secure the attempted chokehold. Then the
feel of Vesuvius' gargantuan mountains of pec meat invaded Wells
central back muscle. Finally, the huge battering ram head of
Vesuvius' cock-weapon knocked against the closed muscle-canyon of
Wells ass.

"I think you have caused quite enough damage, my handsome friend."
Vesuvius whispered. "Besides, I swore to myself that, if it came to
this, your exceptionally fine ass would taste the pleasure of my
throbbing cock before you died."

"Over my dead body." Wells spit back.

"If that is how you prefer it!" Vesuvius laughed. "But I think you
would enjoy the feel of my steaming hard meat inside you more if you
were still alive when it happened."

The supremely muscled Italian thrust his hips forward slightly. Wells
crystallized ass muscles proved no match against the insanely hard
muscle-pole as the multiple-inch wide cock head sliced its way
between the layered marble of his ass cheeks and plowed its precum
dripping head against his previously inaccessible sternum. The
tendoned snaking muscle of Vesuvius' forearms crawled around Wells
veined neck muscles as the Italian fingers dug hard into the stoned
wall of flexed trapezius muscle. Vesuvius forced Wells muscle-charged
body toward a nearby heavily weighted Smith machine.

Klein had taken advantage of the brief instant of unbalance offered
to him as the foot of the tower of pure muscle threatening his
screaming right bicep slid from his meloned, sweat-greased outer lat.
The reduced resistance on the one side of his body permitted the
flexed specimen of muscle to roll toward his other attacker pulling
the enormous unbalanced 420-pound figure with him in the roll. The
rock hard body of the struggling attacker smashed into his steel
muscled friend sending all 850 pounds of petrified meat avalanching
toward a nearby loaded rack of heavy dumbbells.

Almost a ton of loose weights slammed down onto the two disoriented
figures along with the heavy metal rack. Their shredded, primed M3
quality muscles were bombarded by the uncaring dumbbells. The
collective poundage rolled helplessly onto the floor as each colossal
muscle cloaking the two trainees deflected it all harmlessly away.
The great raven-haired body found itself momentarily pinned under the
caging of the toppled weight rack, His formerly perfect hair was
disheveled across his sharp brow and his strikingly hard 11" cock had
become wedged between a pair of the support racks.

The vast muscle of the shaven headed monster kicked away the last of
the cluttering weights and rolled his unblemished muscle back to
steely readiness. The sharply chiseled meat bespoke of fabulous
strength and unforgiving power as muscle upon muscle was seized with
fully ripened size. His crimson-hard 10" cock seemed reduced in scale
by the sheer quality of the muscle shredded around his 68" upper
torso. His massive, head-thick pecs sizzled into their three distinct
sections of lined wonder with his particularly well-formed upper pec
meat shadowing over the huge mounding of the central body of his
chest meat. The lower, outer reaches of his cavernous pecs were
chiseled like the lined surface of great protective seashells topped
with a pair of deliciously oversized aureole.

Shimmering striations bowled over the rise and sweep of his
cannonballs of delt meat. Each separately carved bundle of bicep and
triceps muscle filled the space between the clenched forearms and
precipitous pecs. The smallness of his writhing abs placed them well
into the shadows of his pectoral projections. The reddened cock head
glared like an angry animal hungry for a conquest from the blackness
of the shadowed lower torso. A pair of billiard ball testicles glowed
full with waiting cream.

The 41" thighs were striped with banded muscle that swelled ever more
solid as his enormous figure loomed ever upward toward its full 6'
height. As he rose, the heavy breathing of the angered man pushed
hard against each severely defined ab coming into the reflecting
light of the room.

Klein was ready. As the rear foot of the shining-headed muscle-
spectacle shifted forward underneath the great flexing body, the
American dove headfirst at the carved abdominal target. For a second
time, the huge younger body flailed and rolled under the inhumanly
strong impact. Klein's head and neck screamed with agony as they
struck the stone abdominal formation. His lurching body slammed
against the floor as the resisting mountain of muscle flew backward,
absorbing the momentum created by Klein's impacting mass.

Shards of knifed glass flew out in all directions as the great body
of younger muscle slammed through the wall-mounted mirrors. The
simple stud and plasterboard wall behind proved inadequate and
splintered away from the point of impact. The huge body of solidified
muscle smashed down onto the floor straddling the former location of
the wall and mirror. The sound of laugher escaped richly from the
heaving, prone figure. The sheer density of his vast muscles had
suffered nothing more than superficial scrapings.

His raised cock pounded out a fountain of creamy cum as he responded
to the arousing struggle and the sensation of orgasm-producing
strength surging through his brilliant muscles. The thick pec muscle
rose to planeted perfection over his heaving chest as refreshing
reinforcements of air were drawn in to prepare for his next assault
against the American. Cum washed his huge pecs and filled the
vacuumed cavity of his aching abs. He relaxed his midsection to
permit it the opportunity for an immediate recovery.

This action proved to be his singular mistake as a two-foot long
blade of mirror chose that moment to dislodge itself from the top of
the broken mirror framing directly above his cum-covered lower torso.
The spike of razor-sharp glass sliced neatly through the abdominal
offering and pinned itself against the inside of his spine. Blood
gurgled the laugh to shocked silence as the life of the stunningly
muscled trainee ended with one last cascading fountain of cum.

At the far end of the gym room, Vesuvius shoved a flat bench half way
through the framing gateway of the Smith rack with one foot and
forced Wells trapped figure face-down onto the warm vinyl with his
lower back directly below the line of the weight bar and his
throbbing cock and balls just behind the end of the bench. The bar
had been previously loaded by the trainees during their workout and
still had ten 45 pound plates locked onto each side. The Italian
assailant was so enamored with this lust-worthy body that he seemed
oblivious to the goings on elsewhere in the room.

Vesuvius' massively muscled free 33" arm twisted the bar with its
half ton of weight from the locked position and lowered it onto Wells
lower back muscles at the smallest part of his 30" waist. The immense
weight coerced the narrowed abs into the cushioning of the vinyl. The
huge weight of the bar captured the striking figure inescapably
between the tremendous swell of Wells 70" upper torso and the crested
rise of his sought-after, striated glutes. Vesuvius relished the
opportunity to ravish the gorgeous body of brilliant muscle now under
his control.

The pleasure of sexual conquest dispelled the immediacy of the
command to destroy this superlative creature plated in readiness for
him. Vesuvius let his unlocking hands slide longingly over the
quaking mounds of Wells deltoid muscles, pleasuring in the feel of
each corded bundle of hot strength. Wells body oozed power and
strength equal to the glory of the visible muscle itself. The upper
back flowed with the hot lava of dense meat ready to freeze into
rippling hardness at any second.

The pump of Wells heart beat through the netting veins amplifying the
muscular fortitude of his chiseled lats. Vesuvius languished over the
vastness of the cabled outer back muscles tracing the great sweeping
shape from deltoid to lower back. It seemed to take forever for his
gliding hands to cross the continental scale of Wells lats and
retrace their path back to the intersection of marvelous muscle
between lats, delts and triceps.

Wells arms tensed under Vesuvius' hot touch. An endless horseshoe of
triceps meat formed in coiled rolls from outer head to inner head of
his achingly large triceps. The canyoned depth of the carved valley
within the center of the petrified triceps muscle was as deep and
broad as Vesuvius' clenched fist. The Italian fingers traced the
fibered walls of the pit defining each individual muscled head of
meat before jumping across the vast open hills of back muscle again
to the ever-inviting ass.

The raven-haired beauty lying on the floor near Klein dislodged his
steely cock and pressed the twisted metal of the former weight rack
toyfully. His pecs rose like wonderful mountains of muscle thrust
upward by great tectonic forces churning deep within the hot cores of
breast meat. The vast strength of his granite-hard abs pulled his
upper torso and the secured rack up to a seated position on the
floor. Curling one immense lower leg under him, the remaining trainee
sprung angrily upright with the rack still clasped rigidly in front
of him. His freed 10" cock stood as rigidly secured as the metal
framing.

This time Klein was caught slightly off guard. His dazed body had hit
the platform floor hard. He groaned from the impact of his stiff,
solid cock being pinned between his rocky abs and the hard wooden
platform. Klein gently fondled his own testicles to ensure that the
pain that filled them was not related to any permanent damage. His
huge, carved arms fissured with all 29" of pronounced strength
visible in the rise of their cabled meat as he pushed all 415 pounds
of muscle upright. He turned back toward the room just a spllit
second before the remaining muscle-student and the distorted metal
rack he was carrying slammed into his intense muscularity.

The force of the impact sent both bodies and all of their combined
835 pounds of striated human muscle careening across the room.
Klein's thick, dense back muscles slammed up against the resistive
forces of a cold concrete block wall. Cracks spread through the
mortar joints of the adjacent blocks but the wall remained intact.
Klein found himself wedged between the flat hard surface of the block
behind him and the even harder massively sculptured surface of the
gleaming muscle in front of him.

The square-jawed Coven trainee shoved the remnants of the bruised
weight rack hard against Klein's flailing pecs. The equally muscular
arms of the dark-haired attacker became images of vastly shredded
muscle as he attempted to force the metal angles of the former weight
rack into the rounded splendor of Klein's heaving breast meat. The
mindless forged steel began to curl around the striated masses of
Klein's upper torso muscle as the trainee applied crushing pressure
in his drive to squeeze the breath from the impressive American chest.

Metal scraped against muscle as Klein forced the boiling muscle of
his arms up even with his struggling pecs behind the encircling metal
rack with his massive triceps anchored against the concrete block
backing. The astounding thickness of his own assaulted pec meat
remained hand-thick as the preponderance of muscle contained within
their global proportions spread wide between the raised arms and
lined cleavage. Klein curled the insanity of his perfect biceps to
mountainously rich peaks as his forearms fulcrumed out from the
bracing wall and he wrapped his strong hands around pieces of the
twisting metal being forced against his brilliant body.

Across the room, Wells equally secured body continued to be
ravishingly fondled by the superior muscle covering Vesuvius'
painfully handsome form. The model-perfect face of the lust-filled
Italian smiled in the pleasuring he was securing for himself. The
evergreen tree pattern of Wells minuscule lower back stood powerfully
prominent as the trapped man fought to keep almost 1,000 pounds of
dead weight from crushing through his strikingly protected lower
spine.

Vesuvius found himself facing a visionary assemblage of gluteal
muscle on Wells body as magnificently sculptured as his own vastly
formed pecs and arms. Geological strata of carved muscle shifted
under the longing Italian touch as Wells sought to resist the
ultimate penetration by his assaulter into the warm cave opening of
his hidden sphincter. Vesuvius momentarily pondered how the loss of
this superlative muscle creation would, indeed, be a sorrowful
experience but at least he would know the pleasure of its existence
for its few remaining moments of life.

Klein stared intently at the pair of enormously flexed arms
threatening to crush the life out of him. The awesome wonder of those
wondrous appendages carrying their 29" of meaty splendor equal to his
own sent shivers of wanting lust coursing through his pronounced
veins. He was almost distracted by his passionate desires to
experience the erotic power of the sculptured arms and disturbingly
beautiful body until the pressure of the harsh metal digging deep
into his own pectoral accomplishments reminded him that the goal of
this stupendous figure was to destroy him.

Their eyes met in mutually focused determination. The two great naked
bodies quaked with fighting muscle. The heads of their painfully hard
erections butted together repeatedly as their writhing hips gyrated
to secure the best position in the struggle. Twinges of pain danced
through their powerful organs as each cock tried to push the other
rocked wonder away from its desired locked position. Precum spewed
from both slitted openings polishing the opposing head with a glossy
sheen.

Their supercharged biceps and triceps reflected the harsh light off
of their multi-faceted, sweat-stained surfaces. Roped veins helped to
feed the granite balls of upper arm meat while neither set of waist-
large muscles showed any sign of fatigued surrender against the
other's brutally carved appendages. Klein growled his conviction from
behind the metal cage dimpling into his striated pecs. The young
trainee groaned his unspoken commitment in return as he fought to
reinforce the power surging through his torturously flexed upper body
against Klein.

Klein could feel the pressure going against his erotically rippled
pecs. Using the controlling exercises drill into him over years of
relentless training, the American sent one final surge of focusing
concentration coursing through the core of his biceps, triceps and
pecs. The frozen meat turned to granite. The invading lines of the
crushing steel angles were pushed back to the very surface of Klein's
impenetrable breasts. At the same time the determined attacker
focused all his power into the driving forces of his equally charged
29" flexing arms. The reddened veining wrapping the pressurized meat
threatened to melt the sheen of thin skin binding the inhumanly
evolved muscle together.

Something had to yield. In the end, it was the concrete block wall
that succumbed first. Each block in the area of the impacting muscle
shattered into the dust from which it had been first formed. Over 835
pounds of stronger-than-stone muscle spilled through the new opening
from the room. Klein raised his lower legs up to catch the falling
trainee in the lower abdomen with his knees and, simultaneously
yanking down of the tumbling wreckage of the weight rack, flipped the
huge muscle of the other's body over his head. The beautiful young
man slapped hard against the floor flat on his back.

Vesuvius let his fingers do one last longing trace over the grid-work
of muscle that was Wells lower back before settling down into the
serious business of raping the mind-boggling beauty of Wells ass. As
his hands drifted from ridge to valley repeatedly over the stratified
surface of Wells glutes, Vesuvius forced his knee and the vastness of
one great thigh to separate the legs of the trapped sacrifice. Fight
as he might, Wells own great leg muscle was no match for the superior
size and quality of the muscle covering Vesuvius' legs and body.

As Wells knees slide apart on the floor, the muscle of his straining
ass dimpled tightly concave on each outer side and fissured into a
multitude of striated cords of petrified meat. As the upper reaches
of his glutes slammed the leading edge of the central canyon walls of
rising muscle shut, the lower ranges of his gluteal flanks opened
exposing the pink gate to the warming cave of internal conquest. His
fruit-sized balls partially spilled through newly created gap between
Wells inner thighs and the painfully hard line of the underside of
his beating cock glowed like a great column of man-meat in the grotto
between his legs.

Vesuvius lifted the cream-packed balls, marveling at their readied
weight. He rubbed Wells testicles against the outer lines of his
sphincter hole lubricating it with Wells own sweat. One daring finger
moved in on the spongy softness of the fleshy invitation and found
its way into Wells inner sanctum.  A second finger soon followed and
then a third. The ring of muscle surrounding the moist gateway
struggled between forbidding entry and aroused want. The wanting
sensations seemed to be winning as a fourth finger slipped inside.
Vesuvius was pleased with both Wells capacity and the muscled fight
facing his great cock.

Klein crawled back through the masonry hole while the other figure
still lay as heaving pile of rich muscle on the floor. He staggered
up onto his feet using the remaining tower of a partially destroyed
cable crossover machine. The steel cabling lay strewn about having
been dislodged from the pulley system to which it was usually
attached. The broken machine gave him an idea. His hand found the
hardness of his own cock and, wrapping his wide fingers as far as he
could around the bloated shaft.

His straining fingers told him what he already knew. Klein's cock was
harder and hotter than he could remember it being in a long, long
time. The almost equal match of massive muscle and superior strength
in a truly life-threatening struggle had excited him more than he
cared to admit. Klein applied some of his own tremendous arm strength
against the rigid anchoring of his cock to his groin. A sensation of
warm discomfort grew to erotic pain as he tried to force his
frighteningly hard meat downward or from side to side.

Knowing fingers tripped staunchly over the greatly sensitive tissue
of the collared flesh flaired out at the intersection between Klein's
marbled cock shaft and aroused cock head. The shaft burned red hot as
he drove his clenching hand back and forth over the reacting meat of
his cock. Klein could feel his body rolling toward launch of the
heated male juices in his testicles. It was not long before his 12"
cannon fired off its fire steaming charge of electrified cum.

Wells entire body tensed and flexed with earth-shattering muscle
definition much to Vesuvius' joy as the larger man inserted his
entire extended hand within the pinching ring of muscle surrounding
the captured anus. His free hand wandered over the undulating plains
of rolling muscle as Vesuvius' tunneled fingers massaged the
intestinal lining in preparation for the main insertion. The
mountainous assaulter spread the lubrication of his flowing precum
over the head of his great cock as he shifted into final positioning.

The lips of his hot organ kissed the prepared gate of Wells
sphincter. Half of the ever-widening cock head filled the dark open
circle. Vesuvius wanted to derive the greatest amount of personal
pleasure with the insertion of his 4" wide cock head and 14" long
vein-hardened shaft. Wells yelped and grasped the nearby legs of the
flat bench as Vesuvius forced the full 4" width of glowing cock meat
into his over-stuffed tubing. Cross striations surged across his
torso as every phenomenally displayed back and arm muscle sheered to
granite hard resistance.

Vesuvius pushed almost half of his steely cock shaft into the
perfectly muscled posterior. The warming moisture of Wells vacuumed
intestine enveloped the unyielding meat. Vesuvius inserted another
quarter of his cock until he could sense the curving resistance of
the bend in Wells cylindrical love-chute. The gargantuan muscle
creature bent forward slightly, grasping Wells chiseled hips and
whispered "Try to bend this!" as he forced the last few inches of his
pistoned cock inside.

Wells cringed in pain as the fat cock head threatened to puncture the
diaphragm controlling his breathing. He realized that his best option
lay in exhaling whenever the huge length of manmeat was pushed in him
to the root. Vesuvius withdraw almost the entire length of his
bloated cock shaft and shoved the brutally hard meat completely in
once again. He could sense the methodology being employed by his
strikingly muscled plaything.

"You are a very quick learner." Vesuvius applauded Wells. "Much
quicker than poor Carl had been."

Klein aimed the torrent of his heavy cream so that it splashed out in
huge lined-puddles on the floor just a few feet in front of the semi-
destroyed cable machine. Volley after volley of rich, hot cum formed
a small white pool surrounded by a number of white-lined channels.
The heat of the arousal brought forth more than the amount of wet cum
than even Klein had hoped for. His spent cock still dripped with the
last vestiges of the orgasmic release as the huge chiseled figure of
the raven-haired challenger struggled through the irregular opening
in the block wall that their massive bodies had created.

Klein gathered up the loose end of cable lying on the floor and
wrapped it once around the part of the cable machine opposite that to
which the body of the cable was still attached. He moved himself into
position between and behind the bent wreckage of the machine. The
Coven trainee was covered in concrete dust that only served to
further enhance the stone-like sculptural value of his magnificent
musculature. His waving hair partially covered the discolored area of
a small head bruise.

The obviously angered young man wore a look of gruesome determination
on his face as he launched his massive body forward toward the
waiting figure of his enemy. As his feet encountered the slippery
flows of cum deposited by Klein just moments before, they flew out
from under his massive torso. Klein pulled tightly on the strong
steel cabling in his hand bringing the line of cable bridging between
the two uprights of the cable machine up to waist height in front of
the sliding muscle monster.

As the cadet's body tumbled toward the floor, his neck and chin was
caught up over the tensioned steel wire. The cord cut against his
throat as it dug into the brilliant muscles of his neck. Klein dared
not to lose a second of opportunity. He rushed forward even before
the amazing figure was fully deposited on the floor and quickly
wrapped the cord one full circle around the handsome head at the
throat. The splayed mountain of throbbing muscle reached up too late
to get a finger hold on the taut cable. The vastness of his insanely
muscled arms and spectacular lat spread came into view for one last
strikingly beautiful time as all 29" of unspeakable bicep and 68" of
torso power curled to their maximum dimensions.

The writhing body contorted with ghostly beauty as it gyrated through
a series of air-restricted dolphin-like motions. The pillared young
cock shuttered its final signal and exploded in a geyser of hot cum.
The arcing fountains of cum drew flowing white lines as the juicy
liquid rivered over his undulating pec meat and pooled down to fill
the moat lines surrounding his beating abs. As much as Klein hated to
see the destruction of this marvel to manly development, he held the
choking cable fast and tight until the last great heaving of the
marvelous pecs settled into mortal stillness.

Finally Klein released the deadly cord from the dead man and, without
pause for any rest of his own, turned his attention to his struggling
companion and the superlatively muscled creature pounding his
trumpeting cock into Wells ass. In any other circumstance the sight
of these two god-like muscle forms engaged in raw animal passion
would have been a dream come true. Right now, it was a dangerous
engagement that needed to be stopped.

Klein rushed toward the invading muscle-giant from behind picking up
a loose steel barbell bar in the process. As he came in from behind,
he swung the bar back like a great, long bat. He swung with all the
might he could muster striking the phenomenal creature full across
the broadness of his continent-wide lats. Pain filled Klein's hands
as the bar curved to conform to the shape of the rocky meat and
vibrated from his grasp. The only visible damage was a slight
reddening under the surface of the translucent skin at the point of
contact.

"Forgive me, but I need to take care of this fly!" Vesuvius laughed
as he unceremoniously withdrew his unfinished, painfully hard cock
from Wells ass.