It’s hard to believe that our latest tale in the Body Guards series about intrigue, espionage and massive muscle is moving toward a conclusion. Only one more chapter to come after this. Be warned that this story contains graphic man-to-man sex and violence. BODY GUARDS – HANDLER CELL – Chapter 13 By: JOHN “What the hell happened to him?” A shadow in the dark passage asked. The M-squad men stood staring down at the immense body of all consuming muscle that had been Indigo. His massive, blood-covered form laid exposed in the streak of harsh sunlight streaming through the gaping opening where the Elmina “Gate of No Return” had previously stood for those many dreadful centuries. Rivers of red still ran over the surface of the ripped skin. The steeply sloping stone floor channeled the blood to the exterior where it ran down the whitewashed face of the fortress wall mixing with the receding seawater. An array of sharks splashed feverishly at the base searching fruitlessly for the cause of the blood. “I guess he was just became a little to full of himself.” White responded both sarcastically and automatically. “I guess that just proves that too much of anything can be bad for you … even the muscle we all love.” The shadowed voice laughed. “Black!” White cried turning to the unseen figure with a sudden recognition of his lover’s voice. “Black, you’re alive! I thought I had lost you forever!” White continued sweeping his lover’s pearly white muscle-laden form into his own mammoth wealth of arm and pectoral muscles. “ I thought you had died in the flooding chamber along with the Cuban!” “Not to my knowledge!” Black joked back enveloping White’s vast, dark muscle in his returned hug. “There was a pocket of air trapped in the room up by the vault of the ceiling. Our Cuban friend was terribly weak. After several tries, I was able to I resuscitated him but thought it best to wait until the flooding had settled down before attempting to get him out of there.” “All I care about is that you’re alive” White crunched his lover’s muscle-torso with his own 32” arms and 84” chest while noticing the beautifully chiseled form of the Cuban standing in the shadow nearby. “Both of you.” “From the mess in the courtyard and the body down here, I guess I missed all the fun.” Black added while rubbing the head of his stiff 16” cock up along Black’s steely left thigh. “No, nothing really.” Antonio chimed in. “Just a small skirmish with an M6 level body of muscle.” “What about our good Doctor friend?” Black inquired nodding out toward the dot of the vessel racing away across the ocean. “I’m afraid we may have lost him again.” Gray responded as Mark leaned heavily against his side. “But at least we saved Mark and put this Coven handler experimentation cell out of operation. “Can’t we get him?” Black asked. “I wouldn’t try right now.” Looker warned. “He has Hong Tu. Plus, there are so many ways for him to escape from here that anything we do would only jeopardize Hong Tu’s life.” As much as the men standing in the gaping opening of Elmina wanted to go after Dr. Singh then and there, they had to acknowledge Looker’s advise. The handsome man had been a secret spy within the Coven stronghold for several months and knew a lot more about it than they did. The Coven and Dr. Singh would certainly turn up somewhere and some time soon. All that this group could do for the moment was to be proud of what they had accomplished; pleased that they had gotten Mark back; and wait. The M-squad contingent needed to get out of Elmina themselves before the guards and public started showing up. They would leave it to the various government officials to explain and cover the damage and bodies of Amir and Samir in the courtyard. Mark needed immediate medical attention. Looker, Gray and the Cuban headed up to the main entrance with Mark in tow. They would “requisition” a vehicle and be waiting for their three well-muscled partners at the gate. There would be no way that anyone would be able to explain the likes of Indigo’s impossibly massive body. Looking down at the sea, Antonio, Black and White slid/carried Indigo’s astoundingly heavy, blood-drenched form to the end of the wall and carefully pushed it over for the sharks to devour the evidence. On the boat, Dr. Singh lowered the high-powered binoculars. The Doctor fondled the unused hypodermic needle with Indigo’s stabilizing solution that was still inside his pocket. Indigo had served his purpose for the Coven. If he hadn’t been so greedy in his drive for muscle and to be the first man with an M6-level body, then he would probably still be alive. Now there were other things that needed to be done. The canisters with Mark’s stem cell products and several more filled with high-level processed cum were on board. Dr. Singh regretted having to take his own son, Hong Tu, into Coven custody but he needed ‘insurance’ and Hong Tu was his only option left at the moment. He just hoped that Hong Tu would be smart enough not to give him a reason to have to kill him. Sun and Moon had the three Cubans safely stowed and under guard. A plane was waiting at the salt field site to take them back to Bangkok. There was still unfinished business there that Dr. Singh needed to be sure was concluded. Indeed, the hours ticked away slowly for Wells as he waited to meet up with Klein under the veil of night in Bangkok. After his workout at the Embassy, Wells disappeared into the bowels of the port area at the southern edge of Bangkok. He found shelter and hiding in one of the unoccupied shipping warehouses. They all looked s much alike and Wells wanted to understand their structure and their workings well before proceeding to the address left for him by Klein. With so much time on his hands, Wells soon found himself trying to figure out exactly how he could appeal to Klein in the hopes of making him remember who he really was and where he true allegiance lay. Hour after hour clicked by. Wells waited until the appointed time and then drove to the prescribed destination. His body was so huge with muscle that the fatigues he wore looked more like body paint over the voluminous proportions of his chiseled muscles than clothing. Only the massive, over-stretched bulge extending down his left pant leg told any onlooker that he was wearing fabric. Still, the outline of his preponderance of man-meat and globed balls was clearly visible. Wells was early; he had planned it that way. He knew that Klein wanted him and would stop at nothing to get him and kill him. Wells had another plan. He would not give Klein the benefit of meeting him here. The idea had come to Wells late in the afternoon. Wells checked out the warehouse. He knew exactly what he was looking for and it didn’t take long to find it. Every one of these giant buildings came equipped with its own crane designed and intended to hoist heavy cargo on and off the ships. Wells was certain that what he needed to find would be somewhere nearby. There were several very large, sealed containers and a number of tarp-wrapped objects. Taking the time to remove his cloths before the swell of his muscle destroyed them, Wells began his search. Walking up to one of the metal containers near the hoist chain, Wells flexed his upper body a few times until he could feel the full pump from his earlier workout restored. Wrapping the fingers of both hands around the corner of the container, Wells massive arms, shoulders and back flowed suddenly from gargantuan flesh to infinitely dense stone hardness. The cover of the container was gone in a flash exposing an array of smaller boxes. This wasn’t what Wells sought. The sealed steel doors of four more containers fell to Wells insanely huge muscle before he found it. Within the container was a large object covered by a tarp. Wells ripped the tarp away. The glistening gold of the famous Buddha statue that Klein had taken from its temple sparkled back at Wells smiling face. Smaller cloths protected the gleaming surface where chains had been wrapped around it. The statue had been the lure and Wells was meant to be the bait. Wells had to work fast. He had waited just long enough for the last of the workers to leave and knew that his assailant would not be far behind him. Klein had certainly planned to use the statue to get Wells here and, probably, as a weapon to try to kill him with its immense weight. It’s a plan Wells would have used himself and, in spite of the brainwashing to which Klein had been subjected, Wells believed that Klein would still be relying, subconsciously, on much of his old training from the M-squad. Wells stepped into the container and slowly forced his huge, muscular body around behind the stunning sculpture. Stooping into a deep squat, Wells groaned as his legs turned into solid levers each with their 60” girth fully challenged. The 5,000 pound statue moved up slowly at first until Wells could get his hands in the best position underneath its great bulk. Wells cock began to rise as he carried the amazing image out from its container and over to where the steel hook of the hoist chain was waiting. The immense muscles of Wells unmatched ass cheeks flowed like hot lava as he embraced the full two and one-half ton weight. His 40” arms stood anatomically pronounced as they juggled to maintain the balance. Wells could feel the fullness of his rock-carved 96” pecs pressing against the back of the sculpture and he worked carefully and slow so that the petrified meat of his massive man-tits would not injure the famous relic. Using both of his legs and the shaft of his now-hard cock as fulcrums, Wells lowered the statue safely onto the warehouse floor. He returned to his fatigues long enough to retrieve what he had buried in one of his pant pockets. Securing it taunt onto the statue, Wells hooked the huge object to the hoisting chain and, seeking the control cabin for the crane, lifted the sculpture high into the air where he suspected Klein had intended him to find it later. Sweeping up his clothing, Wells disappeared into the shadows of the night and back to his van. His unbridled erection kept him from being able to don his fatigues. He needed to get to the US hanger at the airport and to get there fast. There was a lot to do where he was going and Klein would not be far behind. Hopping into the back of the van, Wells used both hands to massage the pumping heat of his colossal cock shaft. He worked feverishly letting the desires of sexual passion take over the driving of his hands along the 21” poled perfection of his hot cock. His already sharpened muscles swooned and rolled as the sensations of his rising passions pumped their immensely hardened perfection. Wells needed to cum and needed to cum fast. Within moments, his self- stimulation paid off with a sea of van-soaking cum. The hot cum flew out with such velocity that it dimpled the sides of the van outward wherever its hosing stream slammed against the sheeted metal. Wells carved body convulsed with orgasm-induced power. His striated ass cheeks quaked under the tectonic- like forces working within pushing every jet of rich cum out with the force of a cannon shot. Thick globules of cum leaked from the vertical pits of the van walls and drifted thickly toward the van floor as river after river of white cream drew its line along the walls. The last throws of cum left the massive muscle-giant fully pleasured. Wells needed to move but before going, he helped himself to several handfuls of his own cum to enrich his protein intake. Just as he climbed into the driver’s seat, Wells saw the headlights of an arriving vehicle moving in at the opposite side of the site. A huge dark figure got out and went into the building. Wells knew it was Klein and headed the van out quietly and without using his headlights. Dr. Singh arrived at the warehouse in Bangkok along with Sun, Moon and his captives just in time to hear the shrill sound of Niel screaming. Leaving Moon to guard the captives, Dr. Singh and Sun rushed into the gaping volume of the building. Niel was standing naked and obviously angry. The giant golden statue swung and turned on a chain only a few feet above the floor. Niel was holding a piece of paper and handed it to Dr. Singh without exchanging a word. The doctor read the note. So, the silly American wanted to reverse the roles now. That didn’t bother Dr. Singh. He briefly explained what he had in mind to Niel and Sun but they needed to move fast in order to catch up with Wells. Niel was clearly delighted with the plan. The statue and its purpose now being useless, they left it where it was and rushed back to their car. Dr. Singe phoned the plane on which they had just arrived and directed the pilot to file a new flight plan and to get the plane ready for another trip as quickly as possible. It was a long trip, again. They would sleep on the plane – all except Niel. He would be a little preoccupied to get much rest. It was early morning when Wells arrived at his final destination. Not much had changed her over the past eighteen months. The bridge over the river to Chechnya had not been rebuilt yet and stood in sharp contrast to the beautiful fall foliage of the forest. The river itself was flowing much lower with the diminished waters of early autumn, which made the rapids even more dangerously pronounced. The day was quite warm for mid- September. Because of what Wells and the M-squad had done for them during that last dreadful encounter with Vesuvius and his henchmen, the Russian’s had been very accommodating to Wells. He knew that the Coven had their own way of getting here, Klein’s existence after having fallen into the river proved that. Wells had been sure to leave enough of a trail for Klein to follow. Thoughts of the long ago battle against Vesuvius and the pain related to that day still burned in Wells mind. His ass muscles constricted almost involuntarily as Wells recalled the feel of Vesuvius’ immense cock digging into him. His mind choked with sadness as he looked out over the remaining pieces of twisted metal and broken concrete where the bridge had stood and thought of how he had believed that Klein had been lost here to him forever. All Wells could do now while he waited was to pray that this place, of all places, might just juggle Klein’s mind enough for him to shake off the gripping holds of the Coven brainwashing. A helicopter drifted across the sky near the tops of the trees and began to descend to Land by the trees near the smaller Russian copter that had been loaned to Wells for the last leg of the trip here. Wells remained half hidden as the chopper landed. Wind whipped across the small opening. As the blades spun to a stop, the large door panel on the side slid open. “So we finally meet!” Came the booming voice as several figures stepped out from the helicopter. “If you wanted to die in the middle of nowhere, there are many more convenient places you could have chosen.” Klein led the way into the opening of the abandoned roadway to the missing bridge. The ground shook as Klein’s massively dense muscle pounded down the last step. Wells looked directly into Klein’s eyes for any sign of instant recognition of the place to which he had been lured but saw nothing that signaled any change in his awareness or demeanor. A pair of M2 level Coven soldiers that looked Irish or Scotch were next with Hong Tu tied between them. Wells had been made aware during his flight of the abduction of his Handler by the Coven in Ghana. The guards were young and neither was particularly handsome in face. McFee and McGee were from Northern Ireland and had been recruited from the rebel forces there when their killing activities made them too dangerous to keep around as relations within Northern Ireland began to warm up. Their naked bodies were well muscled and thicker waists made them both look more ‘boxy’ in appearance. Matching 10” cocks jostled as they lined up between Klein and the others that soon exited. Dr. Singh and his two bodyguards, Sun and Moon, were the last ones out. Wells attention wandered briefly over the vast, naked bodies of Sun and Moon. They were certainly a sight with their 480 pounds of M3 level muscle. Their cocks were as charged and hardened as the rest of their staggering figures. With his M5 level of development, Wells would have normally not considered the two Asians as much of a threat, but the Coven had proven to be much more challenging than the M-squad had originally thought and all of its men needed to be taken seriously. Hong Tu was naked also. He was tied to the length of rope between Sun and Moon by a thick cord wrapped around the shaft of his blood-pumped 30” cock. The tightness of the cord wrapping around the base of his magnificent organ just in front of his groin and the loop surrounding his fruit-sized testicles made the rope serve as much like a cock ring as a tether. Clearly Hong Tu was part of the bait to keep Wells off focus. Wells was angry as his own stupidity for not realizing that the Coven would use Hong Tu this way – even if he was Dr. Singh’s son. While it seemed like minutes, it was probably only seconds where Wells had focused on the other members of the Coven gang present. It was Klein that drew most of Wells attention. The face and the stance were as familiar as ever, but it was Klein’s body that made Wells drool with a mixture of desire and disbelief. “You like it? Don’t you?” Klein laughed. “Take a good look because this is the cock that will fuck you and these are the muscles that will crush the life from you.” With that Klein flexed into a raised double biceps pose that was as awesome as it was deadly. How the Coven had brought Klein to the M6 level was beyond Wells immediate understanding. He had heard of this level and the M-squad had talked about it in theory for years. But actually seeing an M6 muscle-body was way more potent than anything covered in training or discussion. Klein’s muscles were so big and so perfect that every muscle seemed to have it own second set of muscles on top of them. Klein forced his flexing biceps to rise ever skyward as the front mountain peak of balled muscle gave way to a second and third peak of enormously dense mass beyond each curving horizon. The triceps hung like inverted mountain ranges of coiling muscle swirling from front to back in ever-widening arcs with ridges so defined that each deserved to be named. Forearms as big around as a champion bodybuilder’s thighs fought against the pressures of Klein’s rocked biceps as he forced his lower arms up at a right angle to the line of his raised upper arms. Veining as thick as Wells fingers reached over and around the fibered surfaces of Klein’s arm muscles shifting with each twitch as the insanely dense meat pushed them over their surfaces in the vacuumed space between translucent skin and petrified muscle. Inch by monumental inch, Klein’s biceps rose and his triceps billowed. The capping shoulder muscles formed a secondary range of shredded mountain formations peaking so high that they seemed to be pushing Klein’s biceps still higher as their tectonic forces worked their way up to the cliffs of biceps meat. Wells could only guess at the size of Klein’s arms using his own 40” guns as a starting point for comparison. As Wells arms clenched into a reactive flex, Klein smiled at the effect his arms were having on his enemy pushing his arms even tighter and harder in response. Another inch of rise and a fourth split peak of muscle now capped the Himalayan scale of Klein’s flexing arms. Wells finally calculated Klein’s flexed arms to be a foot bigger at a good, extremely solid 52” around. And those were just his arms. Next Klein pushed one leg forward. As he did so, the immensity of his cock pointing defiantly at Wells became painfully visible to the gawking American. Six feet of diamond blade cut upper thigh and three feet of fissured calf muscle splashed forward and slid from living rock to hardened granite. With it, 27” of 5” thick cock meat slipped to a slight angle to one side as Klein’s hardened legs forced the pillared meat off center. The cock was as straight as if it had been hammered out of hot-rolled steel and never yielded as much as a fraction of an inch in width for the entire length of the ramrod pipe shaft. Another half inch of fleshy meat protruded around the projecting collar of the deeply cut cock crown before launching into the five-inch roll to the moist piss-lips of the volcano shaped head. Klein had always had a larger waistline then Wells. He still did. The four inch difference between Wells astonishing 30” circumference would have seemed much thicker save for the outward swell of the torso as Klein’s body moved from the chiseled waistband to the 110” of unbelievably honed muscled sweltering on his chest, lats and upper back. Paired row upon paired row of moated abdominal muscle climbed from Klein’s muscle-ribbed groin and fingered obliques to the base of the cantilevered outcroppings of his lower pecs. Even with his arms raised in full flex, enough pec meat overhung Klein’s heaving ribcage to shelter an entire Pueblo Indian village beneath their protective coverings of marbled muscle mass. Klein twisted his torso slightly back and forth showing off the massive power of his upper body and wealth of stunningly dense back meat atop the tightness of his chisel- carved midsection. Klein’s cock drifted unflinchingly from side to side as he turned pushing its arm-length meat to maximum visual advantage. His laugh was both fearful and tenacious in its knowing arrogance. Klein wanted Wells to see and know the muscle and manhood that would destroy him. Klein could feel the growth surging through his body. The more the massive creature flexed the denser and harder and bigger his muscles became. Klein had no doubt that he had added several more inches and a dozen more pounds just during the posing for his enemy. As he twisted, Klein got a better view of his quaking arms, shoulders and pecs. The head of his cock grew out to keep pace with the expanding swell of his chest meat. It had only been six hours since Dr. Singh had injected Klein anally with processed growth-cum from the Ghana lab. He had no idea how much muscle he would gain, but Klein was enjoying every stupefying pound. Wells, also, had no idea how big Klein would get, but every minute of posing time made any potential for his victory over Klein that much less possible. What Wells didn’t know was that Klein was playing for the same victory treat that Dr. Singh had previously promised Indigo. What Klein (Niel) didn’t know was that the doctor had the same intention of providing the stabilizer to Klein as he had for Indigo. Once Klein (Neil) had disposed of Wells, then Klein would be of no further use to the Coven. Sure, the brainwashing had been done by the best that money could buy but nothing could offer the same guarantee that came with a life-long devotion and commitment to the Coven cause and Klein did not carry that pedigree. With Mark’s stem cells and the processed cum safely delivered to the Asian stronghold of the Coven and the ability to manufacture an army of M-level bodies, Klein had become dispensable. Wells had been enough trouble to long enough and Dr. Singh had a chance now to get rid of both problems at once. Wells needed to act. He measured his odds and weighed his chances. He knew what he needed to do first. Looking as overawed as possible, Wells drew a deeper and harsher laugh from Klein while the giant man flexed into an unbelievable side chest pose. Klein turned from one side to the other. With his body turned from the rest of his Coven clan, Klein’s monstrously beautiful pecs exploded out over a full foot from his supporting rib undercarriage. It was a sight that was as immensely erotic as it was dreadfully dangerous. But it was just the chance Wells wanted. Klein glanced briefly down at the shelf of pec muscle pressing up against his chin. Wells charged. But he did not charge at Klein. Instead, Wells aimed his own massive form directly toward his Handler, Hong Tu. McFee and McGee stood confused and transfixed as the massive naked body eliminated the distance between them in a flash. Just as Wells got to Hong Tu, He swept both ends of the rope into his hands and, then, wrapped his muscle-smothered arms with practiced precision around the waist of his Handler. Wells embracing body carried Hong Tu several yards toward the trees. Their hardened cocks rubbed harshly against each other’s loins as they two great organs found their way between their legs. McFee and McGee stood befuddled and bewildered. The burning sensations in their hands turned to screams as the fire of the ripping rope tore through their now-empty palms. Dr. Singh yelled and Sun and Moon responded immediately. Wells dropped Hong Tu onto the ground with both men in a measured run. Just before hitting the trees, Hong Tu and Wells turned in opposite directions. Wells had whispered for Hong Tu to find shelter in the woods. Hong Tu had another plan of his own. Doubling back, Hong Tu was on top of his now-unprotected father in an instant. The two slight bodies hit the ground hard. Dr. Singh struggled against his son. The fight between father and son only lasted a few seconds before Sun and Moon were charging back to aid their master. McFee and McGee were not far behind with their hands still stung from the brief encounter against Wells immeasurable strength. Dr. Singh and Hong Tu had rolled beneath the body of the larger helicopter requiring the charging muscled-foursome to make their way around the huge machine. Hong Tu slammed the back of his father’s face with his open fist one last time as he separated from him. “You would attack your own father!” Dr. Singh spit out from his bloodied mouth and turned to the smaller guards. “Catch him! Kill him if you must!” “And you would order the killing your own son!” Hong Tu shouted back as he disappeared into the cover of the woods. “I have no father and you have no son!” Sun and Moon turned back to help Dr. Singh out from under the chopper. McFee and McGee’s muscular forms soon followed Hong Tu’s slighter figure into the darkness of the forest. Hong Tu knew exactly where he was heading. To help Wells and, hopefully, Klein, he needed to get rid of these two Coven pests and was counting on his memory of this place from the past to assist him now. Dr. Singh called Sun and Moon to stay with him. The battle he wanted and the battle he needed was between Klein (Niel) and Wells. Indeed, the fight was already underway. With Klein’s sweltering muscle size, Wells could not afford to give his former partner any chance to get a solid hold of him. In spite of Wells own 650-pounds of petrified muscle meat and 21” steel-formed cock, he knew that Klein had several times his strength. Wells dove for the back of Klein’s knees as he rushed back from the edge of the woods. His aim was perfect. Wells slammed into the rocky columns of Klein’s calves and rear leg biceps with all the force his chiseled body could throw at them. The larger mountain of muscle folded at the knee joint and landed hard on the ground face down. The greatest pain was from the pressure of the hard, dry earth against the poled shaft of his enormous cock. The massive hills of Klein’s solidified pec meat rolled over the ground taking some of the sting away from his point cock head. When he rolled aside, Klein could se that his cock had forced a hole almost a foot deep into the ground. His staggering cock tingled with lusting desire from the stimulations of its own raw power. Wells was several feet away and already on his way back. Klein tried to move to one side but was still unbalanced on the ground. Wells had grabbed a section of rusted steel girder lying on the ruined surface of the bridge as he turned. He hoped not to use it but could se no immediate option. His cry to Klein for recognition and memory as he approached did nothing to stop Klein’s shift toward a warrior position so Wells swung the ten foot, 1,000 pound steel beam directly at Klein’s heaving breasts as he passed. The steel of the girder met the steel of Klein’s ripped pecs with a resounding thud. The power of the impact shook the beam from Wells grasp. Wells spun on his heels and ducked just in time for the flying girder to clear his head by inches as its new boomerang shape spiraled past him. Klein’s massive chest quaked from the contact but was otherwise unaffected. His face and body curled with muscle-defining anger. Several more pounds of staggering muscle blossomed on Klein’s crunching body. New veining was ripped out onto the surfaces of his intensifying muscle mass. Anger seemed to speed the development process. Dr. Singh stood a safe distance away taking mental notes as he watched. Sun and Moon were awestruck by the image of Klein’s swelling muscularity. Klein lifted one arm up to check his shivering breast meat. His biceps exploded into immense spheres of boiling muscle and his triceps swirled with corded meat as his hand covered the continental scale of his cabled muscle-breast. Sensations of erotic lust rather than pain filled his heaving chest. Precum dripped from Klein’s pounding organ lips. Drawn by the beating of his hungering cock, Klein leaned forward as he continued to massage his thundering pecs. The crimsoned cock head was as large his two fists clenched together. Klein’s cock shaft looked as hard as steel and he could see each beat of his heart as blood pulsing through wrapping veining reinforcing the petrified surface of his cock shaft. Sun and Moon simultaneously reached for their beating cocks and began to massage their massive shafts to the image of Klein’s self-exploration of his limitless muscle. The steel beam crashed to the ground several feet beyond Wells. Unfortunately the back of one end of the twisted beam caught Wells by surprise as it twirled up against his muscle-ribbed left lat and stunningly ridged shoulder. He twirled and spun reaching for the sudden pain with one hand. His naked body spiraled unbalanced from the base of the bridge to the edge of the woods. Wells projecting cock spun with him like a compass needle out of control. Wells tried to keep his focus in spite of the surging pain and lack of balance. Klein dug his feet into the ground, his mind and body filled with anger, and charged at Wells. Hong Tu broke into the clearing he sought at the opposite side of the wooded stretch. His excited 30” cock led the way out of the cover of the trees. The road that had been under construction and the poles and wiring that had been waiting to be raised a year ago were all in place now. The stripped hulk of a truck cab still occupied the same ground where Vesuvius and Wells had last battled. The indentations from their insanely hard muscles were still visible in the twisted, rusted metal. Noise from behind signaled the rapid approach of McFee and McGee. Hong Tu moved to the far side of the road and, half-hiding behind one of the telephone poles. Waited for their arrival. He didn’t have to wait long. McGee burst out into the sudden clearing first. The surprising openness brought him to an immediate and cautious stop. McFee zoomed out right behind his Coven partner and slammed hard into McGee’s naked back. His solid cock dug into the inviting cleavage of McGee’s handsome ass muscles. Their bodies knew each other well and the sliding cock felt right at home. Their interlocked bodies began to undulate rhythmically almost instinctively. Their M2 quality 350 pounds of shredded muscles convulsed with lust and desire. McFee locked his 28” arms around McGee’s 64” upper torso forcing one grasping hand into the equally inviting cleavage of McGee’s striated pecs while the other explored the various ridges of plated abdominal muscle. The pumping motions of their entwined bodies continued unabated for several delirious seconds before McGee finally reached back and pushed McFee’s pumping torso away. They had a job to do first. Then they could enjoy the pleasures of their sexual wants. McGee eyed the open field carefully noting the destroyed truck; the obviously new road; the expanse of marshland opposite the road; and the line of diminishing poles. Stepping carefully around the front of the body of the truck, McGee caught sight of what he was looking for. Most of Hong Tu was safely hidden from view behind a pole but the enormity of his pendulous cock shaft stood straight out from one side of the thick wooden pole like an unwired arm set way too low. McFee stepped up next to his partner, his hands working the 10” stiffness of his cock. Lust had taken over more of his mind and his cock did not like being denied fulfillment of what it had started within the depths of McGee’s chiseled ass cheeks. “Surrender now and you will live.” McGee called in the direction of Hong Tu’s cantilevered cock. “If only I would make it that easy for you!” Hong Tu laughed back. “If you want me, you’ll have to catch me … that is, if you and your partner are finished ‘fucking’ around on the job.” “Your father only wants to have you with him.” McGee tried to tease. “And your mother raised a saint.” Hong Tu retorted. “Leave my mother out of this you cum-whore.” McGee shouted with obviously triggered anger in his voice. “How much Coven cum did you fill your ‘precious’ mother with before you abandoned her?” Hong Tu taunted. “Does your saintly mother even know that she raised a muscle- faggot traitor?” Hong Tu darted from behind the pole and out into the open marsh. He tread cautiously as he tried to remember the exact location he sought. Both Coven men were approaching fast. Water splashed around Hong Tu’s ankles as he ran. The distance between them continued to close. McGee seemed intent on catching Hong Tu. McFee appeared more focused on catching McGee. Their well-carved bodies flowed with charging muscle. The thick abs covering their lower torsos bulged in and out as they sucked in more and more air. Their cocks pointed their arrowed heads toward Hong Tu. Water splashed everywhere as they ran. The three bodies were saturated with the polishing wetness of the marsh. Soon Hong Tu reached the spot he sought. Stopping suddenly, Hong Tu turned back to face his assailants. Confused and cautious, the two Coven soldiers also came to a sudden stop several yards from Hong Tu. Hong Tu was disappointed; the men were only a few feet short of where he needed them to be. McGee was still writhing with obvious anger. McFee was a couple of feet behind his partner. Hong Tu carefully and slowly maneuvered himself to one side placing the piece of marshland he wanted them to cross between them. McGee and McFee turned slowly keeping their fronts aimed at Hong Tu. “Afraid of a little dampness?” Hong Tu played with McGee. “Maybe your precious mother will show up to wipe your wet ass for you and lick you cock dry.” “Fuck off, dead man!” McGee shouted as his great body shook violently. All his surging muscles raged at Hong Tu’s staunch face with form-enhancing menace. Standing naked in the swamp, McGee’s dripping body had turned into an anger-reddened statue of fibrously etched muscle bloated with thick wrappings of pronounced veining. In any other circumstance, Hong Tu would have found McGee’s fireplug body orgasmically desirable. Every muscle was brilliant in its individualized display on McGee’s shaking body. The Coven soldier’s 10” cock and filled balls jostled at his groin as Hong Tu’s taunting sent chills of uncontrollable hatred coursing through McGee’s veins and arteries. From behind McGee, McFee’s lusting body was instantly drawn to the stunning display of quaking muscularity. He stepped up to McGee’s clenching ass once again driving his own bating cock between the waiting chiseled inner thighs. McFee’s cock rubbed the moist gate of McGee’s sphincter as the length of hot pole invaded the wealth of thigh and ass muscle. McFee thrust his beating organ through the entombing leg muscle as pure desire replaced all other emotions and wants. It only took four hard thrusts to draw out the cream from his aching loins. “Not now you fucking asshole!” McGee screamed at McFee spinning his partners body and cock away from him. A stream of rich cum lined the path of McFee’s spiraling body as it was flung around McGee and fell into the marshy ground several feet in front of McGee. A second fountain of cum shot skyward from McFee’s prone muscle-form. Emotionally hurt by the rage displayed by McGee, McFee pushed his palms into the muck of the marsh to lift his torso up. Instead, his arms sunk into the slimy soils clear up to his elbows. A third shot of white cum pulsed from McFee’s pumping organ. Only then did McFee realize his dilemma. Hong Tu had lured them to the very spot where Vesuvius had met his demise. McGee, sensing the danger his partner was in inched forward with his well-muscled arms extended as far as possible. His feet told him not to chance moving even another inch toward his sinking compatriot. All of McFee’s waist and most of his lower abs had disappeared beneath the surface of the dark, murky water. The bulge of his biceps and triceps were etched with definition as his arms flailed to try to escape. McGee stretched his reach as far as humanly possible. The muscles of his upper arms and forearms turned to rock as he tried to force his hand further. MeFee’s knee afforded the best opportunity for McGee to grab hold but it was still a full foot away from his waving fingers. McGee begged for his partner to lean toward him but the sucking soils refused to permit McFee the chance. McGee’s head spun as he sought out anything to use to help his sinking companion. The head of McFee’s cock gurgled out one last bubble of thick cum before the commanding quicksand swallowed it. McFee’s pointing nipples disappeared and the thick swell of his heaving man-breasts soon followed. McGee searched in vain as the soils climbed up to McFee’s moaning mouth. With a parting cry, McFee’s head drifted into the life-consuming muck. The last strands of his hair slid across the thick watery surface until they, too, were drawn under the surface. A few minutes passed and, finally, the last of McFee’s exhaled bubbles marking the spot that had claimed his handsomely-muscled body popped.