BODY GUARDS  - Chapter 5

By:  JOHN


The tower of godlike muscle dripping from Vesuvius' body stood ready
and threateningly primed in front of Klein. The smiling face showed
no sign of anger from the unexpected attack across his immense upper
back. Every muscle on Vesuvius' 6'-tall, 480-pound frame stood
prominently displayed in brutal sharpness. As he stepped closer to
Klein's shaking body, Vesuvius constricted all his fibrously carved
mass into a bold most-muscular clasp.

The 80" upper torso swelled with indescribable power as the full head-
thickness of his dazzling man-breasts rolled with staunchly cabled
muscle. The ribbed muscles immediately on either side of the vertical
line of the centered cleavage crashed against each other forcing the
massive pecs to cantilever out another full inch beyond the
supporting abdominal cavity shadowed below their stupefying
projection. Veins fought with cables of muscle for position over the
rock-hard surface of the corbeled male breast meat.

Vesuvius' delts and traps rose up like two great boulders flanking a
pair of stratified rock cliffs climbing from the ridged delts to the
pulsing neck muscles. The ever-handsome face shifted from gleaming
smile to threatening snarl as the consummate creation of human muscle
moved closer to its intended victim. The smile reappeared and
shuttered into a mocking laugh as Klein instinctively took two steps
back from the approaching moving sculpture.

"Be afraid, my little insect! Be afraid!" Vesuvius taunted. "Your
scientists were so wrong on so many things. They projected that
an `M4' quality body like mine would be twice as strong as your
insignificant `M3' physique. But, my doomed friend, in addition to my
extra 80 pounds of pure, perfect muscle over yours, I am at least
four times as strong and my muscles are four times as dense."

Vesuvius closed the distance between them once again as he curled his
arms into ungodly images of untold power and blinding muscle-beauty
in a demonstration of his statement. The 33" of crystal-sharp upper
arm mass suspended on each arm rose away from the clenched body and
upright into a staggering double biceps presentation. The global-
sized pecs spread out into great continents of quivering meat without
loosing the thickness and striated vitality that described their
awesome power.

The split peaks of Vesuvius' rocked biceps soared high above the
level of his closed fists as they threatened the very heights of the
adjacent Andes Mountains. Roping of veins cascaded over and down
their fissured surface turning the perfect muscle to honed marble.
The great sweeps of tensed triceps muscle coiled like an extended
accordions carved from granite. Vesuvius' forearms were as large as
the upper thighs of a professional bodybuilder and just as cut. The
vastness of his hard, meloned biceps fought against his struggle to
bring his fist over top of the mountainous biceps peaks.

Klein saw an opportunity. Quickly he swung the heavy length of
barbell back like a bat and brought the solid steel as hard as he
could against the exposed round of one incredibly large lat muscle.
The forged metal bent, against the ultra-hard meat with a painful
thud. The uninjured muscle monster swiftly brought the adjacent
raised arm down against his side, trapping the intended weapon
between the writhing mass of his unharmed lat and the coiled rock of
his triceps and bicep.

With a jarring twist of his torso, Vesuvius wrenched the captured
steel pipe from Klein's grasp.  Pulling the shaft from its muscled
container, Vesuvius tossed it to the floor with a loud clang. He then
turned and gathered up another undamaged bar. Turning back to face
his attacker, Vesuvius grasped the 45-pound length of tensile steel
as far apart as he could with his two hands.

"You think something as simple as a weight bar can hurt muscle as
strong and great as mine!" Vesuvius dared. "Let me show you how this
silly steel compares to the steel of my muscles."

Without any sign of struggle, Vesuvius began to bend the bar in the
middle. The steel tubing groaned as his arms and pecs froze into
brilliant spectacles of inhuman quality muscle. Every fiber within
the cores of the huge chunks of perfectly forged meat pushed the
quivering volumes of muscle into a swooning display of seemingly
unstoppable power. The bar continued to fold easily under the endless
strength and pressure until the two weight collar ends almost
touched.

"This is the power that will destroy you!" Vesuvius glared, "And, I
assure you, every muscle on my perfect body is as strong as it looks
and as invincible as it seems."

As if to prove his last statement, Vesuvius took the bent pole and,
holing the crook of the u-shaped pole, forced about a third of his
ragingly hard cock between the two parallel sides of bent metal. Then
he dropped the bar so that it hung, swinging in the air, held up only
by the power of his erect organ. Then he began to curl all 45 pounds
up and down using only the strength of his 14" long muscle-cock.

Vesuvius could feel the sensations of orgasmic arousal churning
through his coconut hard testicles. But his unfulfilled sexual
conquest still laid trapped and waiting on a nearly flat bench and
Vesuvius had promised himself that this load of cum belong up Wells
heavenly ass. Gingerly he removed the arousing weight bar leaving his
cock more heartily charged for release than he could ever remember.
The insanely pumped organ glowed with steely readiness.

It was time to make short work of this other interfering muscleman.
Besides, this disturbing man had destroyed Vesuvius' handsomely
muscled squad. The months of work, the waste of the muscular beauty
of those men, and the disruptions to the long-term objectives needed
to be avenged.

Wells continued to lay pinned in the Smith machine under nearly 1,000
pounds of confining weight plates. His lower back muscles screamed
for relief as the pole of the bar pressed hard against his failing
back strength. His ass still hurt from the memory of Vesuvius' 4"
wide member pistoning its way back and forth within its tender
interior. Wells was perfectly capable of consuming the almost 2 foot
long organs rising up from the groins of some of the corps handlers,
but none had the girth attached to Vesuvius' 14" long pile driver and
Vesuvius' cock had been much to hard and thick to redirect inside his
bruised gut.

Vesuvius grasped the bent barbell with both strong hands and began to
swing it in the face of Klein's shrinking body. He couldn't help but
admire Klein's massive build. The 415-pound man was wonderfully
proportioned with his heaving 68" chest tapering lustfully to his 31"
waist. Klein's upper legs were corded with severely cut muscle
reinforced with an enhancing webbing of rivered veining. His calf
muscles stood out like great, carved caps on the chiseled stone
tendons of his lower legs.

But the fabulously muscled arms are what had first caught Vesuvius'
attention back in Buenos Aires and, now again, today. Their 29" girth
was a magnificent accomplishment even for an M3 level soldier. The
splendor of their handsomely carved angular cuts of meat folding and
flexing was erotically stimulating. They were as stunning as the pair
of arms that had existed on Vesuvius' raven-hair trainee that laid in
the beautiful rest of death on the floor across the room. Vesuvius
was sorry that he had been too personally preoccupied to have
interceded earlier and, probably, saved the lives of one or more of
his men.

Klein's biceps curled into cabbages of interlocked split balls of
rigid meat as he raised them in front of his tremendously muscled
torso for protection against the deadly steel bat wielded by
Vesuvius. Klein backed away, trying to both watch his step to keep
from being trapped helplessly on the ground and keep an eye on the
movements of the dangerous attacking muscle-behemoth.

Spying another cable machine, Klein darted behind the strong metal
upright on one side. The folded steel tubing of the flying barbell
rang against the side of the machine with an earsplitting clang. One
of the four vertical steel angle supports was ripped away in the
process. A second swing eliminated another of the posts and tore the
cabling from its pulley system. The third frantic swing missed the
construction completely angering the massive muscle-machine in
control of the deadly weapon but caught the end of one of the loose
cables.

The flying cable slashed across Vesuvius' face just below one eye.
For all his gargantuan muscle, his handsome face still remained as
one of the very few vulnerable spots on his otherwise perfect body. A
trickle of blood ran down over the high-boned, model-perfect cheek.
The cut was deep enough to cause serious discomfort and, Vesuvius
knew, would leave his previously flawless features marked forever.
The cut was insignificant to him, but the thought of his outstanding
features being scarred for life drove him wild with renewed anger.

Vesuvius' muscles shredded, again, into vast wondrous visions of
godly magnitude as his body reacted visually to the stimulating anger
seething within his mind. Klein recoiled at the sight. The body
before him was covered with muscle everywhere that was so
astoundingly rich and dense that he could not imagine anyway by which
he could defeat it, let alone damage it. The cable had been a lucky
fluke but, at the same time, it had driven and already improbable
challenge to an angered impossibility.

One more mighty swing destroyed both remaining supports and sent the
enter half of the rack construction sailing across the room. Another
mirror in it path exploded into thousands of shards of flying glass.
Klein smothered his face with his own taut bicep meat and the back of
side of his head with the snaking muscle of his thigh-thick forearms
to protect himself from the slicing chunks of glass. Several pieces
scraped across his brutally flexed muscle but the density of his
meaty appendages proved to be a sufficiently strong shield.

Vesuvius had been neither as fast nor as lucky. A large sharp section
of flying mirror had caught him in the face just above the eye on the
side opposite the cut from the cable. Again, a flow of blood coursed
out from the open wound. While not as deep or damaging, this one,
too, would always leave its memory mark upon his handsome features.
It had taken only a few seconds of anger to ravage a face that had
had its perfection pampered and maintained for many years.

The cry of roaring anger tore through the room. Wells jumped at the
shock of the sudden noise. In the sudden bolt of adrenaline-driven
movement, his body had slid several inches loser along the bench. The
huge weight still held his body secured against the sweat-soaked
vinyl of the bench but now it rested about half way up his intensely
flexed back on the broader expanse of his great lower lats. This
offered much needed relief to his lower back muscles and spine. It
also offered an opportunity to use the greater strength of his
staunchly muscled upper torso in his battle to free himself from
confinement.

Wells gasped in as much of the thin Andes air as he could gather.
Placing the palms of his hands flat on the floor below, Wells
launched into one stupefying push-up. His triceps thundered into
their massively cut rolled horseshoe of coiled meat. His pecs swelled
his torso to its full 70" diameter of solid muscle. The lined breast-
meat flashed into diamond hardness pushing his heaving torso up
several inches from the bench with its own gorgeously carved
thickness.

His fighting arms began to quiver as the half-ton of pressing weight
refused to give in. Wells held the inverted press for several second
before collapsing back down onto the bench in failure. In his
depleted state of temporary exhaustion, this struggle was proving to
be more of a challenge than he had imagined.

The struggle transpiring on the other side of the room was no less
fitful. A steady flow of blood burned into one of Vesuvius' clear
blue eyes making vision through it blurry at best. Klein's super-
tensed body stood boldly wrapped in concentrated muscle as the last
of the shattered mirror flickered to the floor surrounding his
crisply displayed beauty. He lowered his tremendously flexed 29" arms
keeping all their fantastic muscle in sharpened readiness. Small
droplets of blood streaked his writhing forearms where the shards of
glass had scraped their surface as they harmlessly impacted the rock-
hard density of his shredded meat.

Klein's massive body had protected a clear path through the knife-
sharp glass scattered thickly on the floor all around him.
Unfortunately, Vesuvius' overwhelming muscle mass stood at the end of
that path.  Klein knew that the more massive muscle-god would soon
clear the smattering of blood from his eyes and that, in spite of the
reddening flow from his previously perfect brow, had suffered only
superficial cuts. The danger of the inhuman amount of muscle chiseled
onto the 480-pound frame to Klein was, if anything, even more
heightened with the anger that now consumed the impenetrable body of
muscle.

Klein swooped down and grabbed several of the rectangular twenty-
pound weights that had been part of the wrecked cable machine.
Grasping one like a steel football, he let one sail toward the
insanely thick core of one of Vesuvius' globed pecs.  The weighty
projectile thundered into the brilliantly gorgeous muscle at its
thickest point slightly above the erotically charged nipple. The
impact briefly dimpled the continental shelf of the cabled meat and
started its tumble, ineffectively, toward the floor below. Its trip
was deflected to one side as the dead weight encountered he power and
hardness of Vesuvius' gargantuan cock.

A second flying block of metal crashed into the other pec only to
encounter the same useless fate against the stern perfection of the
undulating man-tit. Vesuvius swiveled the trimness of his tightly
bound muscled hips. His painfully hard cock caught the side of the
second falling steel plate like a great baseball bat and sent it
flying into a pile of racked plates halfway across the room.

Klein grabbed a third and fourth plate as he dared a step toward the
laughing, unaffected wall of muscle. The next throw was flung at the
center of the lined target of Vesuvius' own rectangularly plated abs.
Vesuvius finished wiping most of the spilt blood from his eye and his
red-streaked face and reacted with well practiced speed and locked
the eight crisply chiseled ab muscles into a pattern of sternly piled
bricks forbidding any harm to befall their splendid existence.

The fall of the third plate led Klein's eyes to his next target. The
fourth hurled rectangular steel football was launched with expert
precision and dove hard into its intended location. Intense pain shot
through Vesuvius' balls as the vastness of his muscle curled into an
unspeakably striated fetal position in response. His 4" wide cock
head poked its way through the closed granite walls of pec, thigh and
arm muscle that captured the steely shaft within their folded grasp.
The pressured cock head showed as a deep crimson blossom under the
crushing power applied against the beating shaft sausaged inside the
collapsed cave of inhumanly dense muscle.

Klein grabbed the opportunity and swooped by the folded muscle
mountain shoving the elbow of one of his own tremendously carved
muscle-arms into the back of Vesuvius' exposed neck with brutal
force. The 29" diameter of Klein's stone-hard upper arm muscle met
the diamond hard brilliance of Vesuvius' traps sending a shock of
pain radiating through the very core of Klein's vein-reinforced meaty
appendage. Both gigantic muscle specimens rolled onto the floor. The
smaller muscle guardian grasping his battered elbow; the larger
muscle sculpture still clinging to his tenderized balls.

The pain slipped to unwanted discomfort as Vesuvius' hands confirmed
that there was no significant damage to his coconut hard testicles.
He rolled onto his back with his ever-ready cock towering up from his
unhappy groin. Precum oozed from its capping lips as the sensations
of staunch arousal slowly replaced the memory of the attack to his
cream-filled base-sacks. Vesuvius' impossibly thick pecs heaved and
chiseled their way up with their amazing rounded meat-mountain peaks
pushing inches beyond the end of his 14" cock pillar atop the
vacuumed sweep of his stretched, quaking abs.

Klein had landed on top of the raised platform of flooring between
Curt's body and the gaping hole in the concrete block wall. He laid
on his side still clinging to his injured right elbow. His stroking
delts were fleshed into a great lined ball of corded muscle with his
pecs rigidly described in their trapped position between his crossed
arm meat. One leg sat with its knee joint rose from the platform
pushing the muscles of his writhing ass cheeks into curves of dimpled
and striated beauty. His own large, reddened balls peeked through the
dark cave of his separated glutes and inner thighs.

The awesome spectacle of Vesuvius' thigh-sized triceps exploded into
view as he forced the palms of his hands flat against the floor and
began to push the vastness of his muscled torso up into a sitting
posture. The brutal thickness of his expansive lats were pushed into
sight from behind the godly muscle of his triceps as they locked into
maximum size and strength in a straight-armed position. Several
inches of winding triceps meat coiled around the dark depths of their
horseshoe shaped canyon.

Drawing his immense leg muscles in underneath, Vesuvius forced his
rolling 45" thighs to lift his 480 pounds of perpetually chiseled
muscle upright to standing. The stiff poling of his ready cock
pointed the way to his intended victim still cringing on the floor.
Klein did not believe that his arm was broke, only that it was
seriously bruised.

"I have had enough of this toying." Vesuvius called as he stood to
tower over his fallen prey. "You will know the pain that my
magnificent muscle can cause before you die. I shall bend you until
you break and then your companion will know the power of my cock as
it forces its unbreakable power inside him."

Klein wanted to roll away but Vesuvius' vastly superior body
straddled his own considerable mass. His museum-quality musculature
on fully pumped display. From below, Vesuvius' body looked even more
formidable and imposing as the mind-boggling sweeps of his pecs, calf
muscles and thighs cast huge shadows across Klein's heavily muscled
body. Vesuvius bent forward. The 33" splendor of his vein-marbled
upper arms closing in to secure Klein's waist within their steel-
powered grasp. Vesuvius displayed amazing agility as he rolled into a
stupefying moon pose and slid his hands beneath Klein's minuscule,
tightly muscled waist.

"Bend this!" Came the shocking voice from behind.

Vesuvius screamed with a combination of white-hot pain and surprised
terror as the broad, unlubricated fat end of a barbell pole slammed
past his exposed ring of offered sphincter muscle. Wells rammed the
3" diameter steel tubing in as hard and far as he could. The force of
the thrust drove the flaired end of the weight rod into Vesuvius'
intestines all the way to the wide collar that usually restricted the
weights from sliding any further onto the bar. Then Wells, placing
one raised foot on the projecting end of the 6' steel post, shoved
with all his might. The collar and several more inches of the deadly
shaft disappeared deeper inside the beauty of Vesuvius' assaulted ass.

Vesuvius screamed a second time as he lost his balance and began
careening toward the remainders of the partially destroyed concrete
block wall. A huge length of barbell still protruded from his now-
clenched asscheeks as he powered toward the wall. The unexpected
intrusion into his ass had set off Vesuvius' monstrous cock. A
fountain of cum left a great white line along the tumbling path of
the miraculously muscled Italian. Vesuvius' stone-like muscles plowed
through the wall taking out enough to make the immediate construction
unstable.

He fell to the floor inside the next room just as tons of concrete
and block crashed down covering the insane wonder of his muscular
body. Rubble and dust piled up waist high over the buried marvel. The
free end of the embedded barbell poked its way out from the
surrounding heap of concrete and stone. It jerked three or four times
as the last vestiges of cum were ejected from the buried body. Then,
suddenly, it stopped twitching and slid into a marking stillness.

"Thank you." Klein whispered as Wells heavily muscled form assisted
him up from the floor.

"My pleasure." Wells assured. "I'm just glad you were able to keep
him focused until I could free myself from that painful pile of
weight on me!"

"What next?" Klein inquired.

"I'm not sure." Wells responded pointing to the dark opening that had
been created in the plasterboard wall that had previously held the
mirrors in place. "Lets try this way out."

As their eyes grew more accustomed to the dimmer light of the
adjacent room, they discovered that they were not alone. Both nude
muscle figures froze into readied brilliance. They relaxed as they
were able to identify the huddled forms as those of Klein's handler,
Oscar, and Weir's former handler, Mark