Our second tale in the Body Guards series about intrigue, espionage and a massive amount of muscle continues. Be warned that this story contains graphic man-to-man sex and violence. BODY GUARDS – HANDLER CELL – Chapter 3 By: JOHN Mark sat silently in the back of the vault-like room. Escape was foremost on his mind but the most remote possibility from reality. Indigo sat between Mark and the single heavy steel door from the room. The huge black man had donned a traditional central African tribal robe minus the pants that, even though it covered him from head to toe, his gargantuan bulk was still clearly discernable. Mark remembered very little of the flight. Once in Havana, Mark had been whisked away in the van to this wretched old storage building on the border of the city. The place smelled of the tobacco leaves that had been stored and dried here for years. Mark was naked and his hands were tied securely behind his back. They had been sitting here for about two hours while Indigo’s handsomely muscled accomplice had gone off in the van that had brought them from the airport. Indigo’s body stiffened with the sound of the outer door to the storage building opening. Keeping one eye on Mark, his great bulk rose to peer through the small narrow window sliced into the room door. “Come.” Indigo demanded hauling Mark up roughly from the floor. Mark could feel the monstrous power of Indigo’s chiseled and shifting pecs against his back as he was forced forward and out into the vast empty warehouse area. The van stopped about 25 feet from them and Indigo’s muscular partner spilled out of the cab along with a much smaller driver only about the size of Mark. From conversations on the plane ride, Mark knew the other Coven man’s name was Liberty. His attire covering his 435-pound M3 level body was very similar to Indigo’s. “Only four this time.” Liberty spoke to Indigo. “Dr. Singh will not be happy.” Indigo responded. “Unless our American friend here proves to be as valuable as the Doctor thinks he will be.” “What is our schedule?” Liberty asked. “We wait until nightfall. If we leave then, that will get us home late tomorrow morning” Indigo answered. “Dr. Singh isn’t expected until the next day. He has some other business right now at the Asian cell. That will give us time for what we need. Let’s see what we have to choose from.” Liberty moved to the back of the van and opened the rear door. With the help of the small driver, they coached or pulled four ragged-clothed young men from the van. They were tied together by the wrists and were all slight of build and looked like they needed a good meal and a bath. Beneath the grime and dirt they appeared to all be in their mid to late twenties and very pleasantly built; almost athletic. Indigo walked up to the irregular line of men. Audible gasps erupted almost simultaneously once they got a good look at the size of Indigo’s robe and the lines and curves of the pulsing muscle it covered. He moved by the shaking men eyeing them one by one. “Well use him.” Indigo announced pointing to the smallest of the four men. Liberty moved in on the selected man and, reaching down to the tether of rope that linked him to the main rope shared by the others, he simply torn the rope from it’s connection to the astonishment of Mark and the four nervous men. As Liberty led the selected man toward a room near where Indigo and Mark had waited, Indigo and the driver pushed the remaining three back into the van and locked the panel door behind them. “What about your American friend?” Liberty called back toward Indigo in an accent that placed him from Jamaica or another nearby Caribbean Island. “I want him to see this.” Indigo responded grabbing Mark’s tied hands and forcing him toward the same chamber. Dr. Singh and his proudly displayed muscle giant sat quietly in the back of another small room in one of the more isolated private homes on a secondary canal that the Coven maintained in Bangkok. He was pleased with how things had gone in Singapore and anxious to fill the hole that the elimination of the bodybuilder and his trainer left in their organization. The flow of the diamonds and, especially, the new cum strains were critical to the Coven. Dr. Singh looked forward to the day that the Coven would be able to carry high-level processed cum inside the bodies of stable handlers. Word of Mark’s capture had also reached the small-stature oriental doctor and he smiled silently knowing that they had moved one step closer to that day. Stem cell research had come far and, with Dr. Singh’s help, was now ready to make the next great leap forward. The noise of the small pole-shafted outboard motor out in the Bangkok canal signaled the arrival of the boat with their guests. They could hear the sounds of the small vessel being tied to the rickety pier and of the men clambering onto it. One of Dr. Singh’s most trusted bodyguards, Sun, led the way into the concrete and masonry room. Two fantastically built bodybuilders wearing only loose shorts and string banded tee shirts intended to show off their great upper body bulk followed him. Last to enter was the other Coven bodyguard, Moon. The two bodybuilder/guests possessed M2 type bodies that were ‘gifts’ of the Coven. Sun and Moon had the M3 level bodies that were required for their position in the Coven and the doctor knew that they would want to disrobe as quickly as possible. Dr. Singh rose and moved toward his guests. Niel remained in the dark shadows of the back of the room. Dr. Singh nodded his appreciation to his two bodyguards who wasted no time in discarding their cloths. Sun and Moon were both from North Korea and served the Coven with total dedication. They were happy to be free from the intolerable conditions of their homeland and extremely proud of the muscle that the Coven had permitted them to develop. They knew they possessed the triggers to move higher in muscle development and had no doubt that the good doctor would give them the chance so long as they continued to demonstrate their loyalty. Sun and Moon had already been cleared to be the first recipients of stem cell stabilized Handlers once the process was perfected by Dr. Singh. “Welcome, gentlemen.” Dr. Singh greeted the two new arrivals as he eyed their pumped bodies. “I am pleased to see that you have accepted our gift to you. And, I am happy to report that we find ourselves with a courier opening to fill in our ranks.” The two men straightened up and tightened the muscles on their stupendous bodies as the doctor finished his statement and moved in close enough to touch them. As he did so, Sun and Moon moved in directly behind the bodybuilders in a clear sign of protection for their leader. “You both look very good indeed.” Dr. Singh continued stroking the exposed arm of the nearest man. “And very strong. But, alas, we only have one opening. We have brought you here for the final selection. You are familiar with our need and we know of your desires to make it big in the world of professional bodybuilding. Well, only the biggest and strongest in that world get the top prize and the same applies to those who work for the Coven.” Dr. Singh could see the confusion in the faces of the two men. Both were exceptionally handsome. That had been a prerequisite. Superior bodies was one thing, but to get the public recognition that would buy the way through customs, questions and other potential barriers, the man selected to replace the poor, recently deceased leading bodybuilder had to be spectacularly handsome, too. Though the doctor had hoped for another Asian, both me were from Eastern Europe. Today that part of the world was filled with wanting and hungry men yearning to escape the drudgeries of their bitter lives there. It was that hunger that Dr. Singh and the Coven fed on. Both also had appropriate criminal records that made their allegiance all the more dependable. “If you don’t mind, we shall try a simple test of strength.” Dr. Singh smiled at the men. “I have always been fond of arm-wrestling as a way to measure both a man’s strength and his endurance capacity. So, if you will kindly disrobe, we can get this decision process underway immediately.” In the heat of Havana, Mark was grateful that the ceiling fans worked in the room into which Indigo and Liberty escorted him and the chosen Cuban. It was still dreadfully hot but the churning breeze brought welcome relief to his sweating body. The room was filled with several coolers and a large refrigerator or freezer. There was a flat medical table and several small tables of other implements. Liberty slammed the steel door shut with him holding tightly onto the rope of the Cuban. Indigo took Mark and tied his bound hands to a pipe column in the middle of the room. Then the massive black muscle-giant moved over to the Cuban and, with one pull, ripped the tattered cloths from his body. The man was obviously overwhelmed at the site of Indigo and his unbelievable bulk. It was probably a good thing that the huge black man was covered with the tribal robing as the sight of his naked muscle without warning might have been too much to absorb quickly. The exposed Cuban figure was lean with the build of a swimmer. Indigo dumped a bucket of water over the man’s surprised head and then, with surprising gentleness, wiped him clean and dry with a nearby towel. As Indigo rubbed down the slight body, the man’s cock began to respond to both the sight of this great muscle creature and the sensual feel of him wiping him down. As the cock swelled, Mark became suitably impressed. The organ lengthened several inches before it began rise from his groin. Soon the frightened man stood with a solid 12” or 13” erection rocked out from his groin. He seemed embarrassed but, considering the impact that Indigo would have on anyone, his condition was certainly understandable. “What do you intend to do to him?” Mark finally spoke up. “I intend to turn him into a Handler.” Indigo responded. “I intend to turn him into a Handler just like you.” “That’s not possible!” Mark spit out. “It would kill him.” “That option will be up to you.” Indigo laughed. Not seeking to continue the conversation with Mark, Indigo turned back toward the shaking Cuban and began to remove his own robe. As Indigo’s naked body unfurled into view before the Cuban the man gulped and nearly fainted. Liberty kept firm hold of the small man as more and more of Indigo’s voluptuous muscle filled the room with its magnificence. Once naked, Indigo immediately began to gently flex and push his massive muscles into ever-sharpening focus. Indigo’s massive pecs rolled in the Latin American’s unbelieving face. Then he twisted slowly to one side slipping into a side triceps pose in the process. As the gigantic scale of Indigo’s meloned man-tits and cavernous triceps churned into colossal mountains of steel-hard muscle which became breathtakingly exaggerated as his impossibly small waist line disappeared behind the screening of his leg-thick forearms, the Cuban finally gave in to his un-accepting brain and collapsed. When he came to, the Cuban was tied by his hands faced-down onto the medical gurney with his legs secured to two of the beds legs and his ass exposed as if for mounting. Liberty stood in front of him now, completely naked and hard as rock, including his pendulous, upward-curving 16” cock. Mark had seen many, many muscle and handler enhanced cocks but the thickness of Liberty’s concrete-hard organ was nothing short of astounding. It had to be almost a half a foot across at the base and not less than 4” wide where the shaft attacked the fleshy collar of the staggering mushroom head. The outer flanks of the collared cock head pushed the crowing diameter back to over 5” wide before diving conically to the thick-lipped piss slit. The overall affect was that of a space capsule sitting atop a huge tapering wedge of vein-lined steel. Liberty played with his piss slit as the groggy Cuban drifted back to consciousness. As Liberty worked his cock head with his fingers, the massive muscles of his arms, lats, shoulders and chest shifted from full-bodied to magnificently striated. While Liberty’s M3 level body was no match when compared to Indigo’s muscular development, it was a very, very good body with its 435 pounds of muscle firmly and evenly spread beneath the thin sheen of his brown Caribbean skin. The more he fingered his hot cock, the harder and more rigid it appeared to get until it seemed that not even the power of his own 30” biceps could push it from its mounted position. The tied Cuban groaned with unbelieving desire as Liberty slowly forced the lips of his cock-slit apart with his little finger and began to insert the digit into the precum shined orifice up to the first joint. Even Mark’s exposed cock grew hard as he watched the awesome self finger-fucking by Liberty of his cock. The man’s fantastically muscled body flexing reactively to his self-stimulation was enough to induce and instant hard-on, but the added bonus of this visceral cock fingering treat by Liberty with his dangerously wedged organ was almost too much to bear. He watched captivated for several minutes until it became obvious to Mark that all of Liberty’s self-induced foreplay was being used to keep the confused Cuban distracted from Indigo’s preparations at the other end of his splayed body. A sexually charged moan from the Cuban drew Mark’s attention toward Indigo. All the while, Indigo had been finger-fucking the cock-hypnotized man and plying him with thick, slippery lubricant. Sitting on one of the small instrument tables next to Indigo was a roll of 2” wide clear tubing to which a very large turkey baster was attached. The tube was coiled several times before disappearing into a large metal canister that had been taken from the refrigerator or freezer unit in the room. The strapped man was so focused on Liberty’s cock and flexing muscles that he did not even seem to notice Indigo’s actions at his sphincter. All of that changed with one pain- filled scream as Indigo shoved the entire baster and several inches of tubing up the man’s ass. Turning a lever on the canister, white fluid immediately began to surge through the tube and into the invaded man’s interior. As the cum moved from plastic to human tissue, the burn of the Ryan-level cream forced a second ear-splitting scream from the Cuban. By now in far away Bangkok, both bodybuilders were totally naked and in position for the arm wrestling competition. It had been important to the Coven that whoever they finally selected to replace the preceding delivery man had to be capable of winning the best of the world'’ top bodybuilding contests. One of the things that had drawn them to these two men was the fact that both men were only about 5’-8” tall. Usually the shorter statured men had a more difficult time in winning contests but the combination of their boyishly handsome faces and the massiveness of 330 pounds of Coven-dense muscle on their shorter bodies made them spectacular creations of publicly-aware muscular development. The added benefit of their enhanced M2 level cocks trying to force their bulk through the minimal fabric covering of their specially created posers was the veritable ‘icing on the cake’. With the posers gone, the hard cocks of the two competitor bodybuilders pointed sternly at on another beneath the flat surface of the arm wrestling table. One bodybuilder was platinum blond with flowing hair that swept playfully across his handsome and determined brow. He had the larger of the two cocks at 13”. The other was much more angular and wore his brown hair cropped close to his scalp with his thicker 11” cock already dripping with anxious precum. Their photogenic muscles were cut, pumped and primed for their Coven selection competition. Dr. Singh’s bodyguards stood on either side of the single door into the room and the huge M5 Coven muscle-mountain stood naked above the table and between the two bodybuilders to serve as judge and referee. The minute he had drifted into the light from the shadows of the room the cocks of the two astounded bodybuilders turned rock-solid with awe. They had never seen nor dreamed that such a compilation of gargantuan and perfect muscle could exist. Their dreaming eyes moved from stupendous muscle to stupendous muscle trying to take in the enormity of Niel’s fantastic cock in the process. As always, each subtle movement by the colossal muscle phenomenon caused his various muscles to explode with rippling mass and unlimited visions of power. As they climbed into position, Dr. Singh smiled his promise to the drooling bodybuilders that the winner, given time and continued demonstration of his commitment to the Coven, might hope to move closer to this level of muscular development. That was the main reason, though not the only reason, for having Niel present. Regardless of their position in the room, all four Coven men enjoyed the view of the two bodybuilders as they leaned in ready for combat. Having 330 pounds of professional quality muscle on a 5’-8” tall body was nothing to sneeze at; not even for a Coven member. The muscles covering the two beautiful and handsome men were as voluptuously full as they were densely carved. Each bodybuilder had his best features visible. The angular brunette had a stunning sweep of tapering muscle covering his finely etched back extending from his cannonball shoulders to the fingers of his lower erector muscles. His striated ass cheeks glowed with their cable-cut meat as it flowed curvaceously around its dimpled flanks from the small of his back to his invisible and inviting sphincter. The promise of the youthful-looking blonde’s upper arms showed in the glorious balling of his biceps and arcing mass of his extended triceps even before the two had locked their strong hands together for the competition. As soon as hand-to-hand contact was made, the blond man’s upper arm erupted into a 26” ripped bicep sphere and coiled triceps and corded veining seemingly made of moving stone instead of human meat that begged to be challenged. Both possessed thickly muscled pecs on chests over 60” around that pushed their undimpled masses hard against the edge of the competition table with their excited nipples pinned just below the tabletop. As the cum pumped its way into the trapped Cuban’s ass in Havana, the burning pain of its richness ripped at his consuming intestine. Bound to the table, he was helpless and Mark was in no position to be able to help. As an M6 level rated Handler, Mark knew the power and pain that high-level Ryan-cum could create. From years of practice and experience, Mark also knew how to minimize the discomfort and potential destructive forces. This poor Cuban had neither benefit of experience nor the temperance of time. He was being forced to consume a huge quantity of what was obviously very powerful Ryan- type cum. The man screamed over and over but the cum continued to pour into his ass without any sign of care or concern from Indigo or Liberty. “Stop that!” Mark shouted to Indigo. “Can’t you see that you’re killing him.” Indigo continued to adjust the feeding valve to maintain the flow of burning cum into the ass of the Cuban. Liberty still stood in front of the Cuban’s pain-twisted face taunting him by playing with his own deadly cock head and cock shaft. Indigo’s superlatively muscled Coven assistant seemed to be getting great pleasure from the sight of the struggling Cuban at the hands of the immensely muscled Indigo. It took both of Liberty’s hands and what was obviously a lot of effort for him to work over the enormous girth of his diamond-hard cock. “Oh, no, this won’t kill him.” Indigo laughed. “As I said before, only you can decide to do that. Right now, we need to test our new arrivals and prime them for their trip. It is also time for Liberty and me to be fed and, unless you want to service us, we need one of these men to do it.” “They can’t possibly help the two of you.” Mark protested. “Ingesting cum at the level you need would be deadly for someone like him!” “Deadly – only if he doesn’t have the genetic triggers to process and sustain it. These men have most of the triggers we need for now.” Liberty interrupted as his powerful hands stroked his inflexible cock-monster. “You have the others that aren’t active in him. Maybe you would like to loan him yours to save him?” Indigo and Liberty both laughed at Liberty’s suggestion. Mark could only watch and hate as the two massive Coven musclemen continued to force the lethal cum into the screaming Cuban. After a minute or two Indigo closed the valve cutting off the white flow through the tube. The Cuban was still in great pain and delirious from the infiltration of cum. Indigo pulled the dripping tubing from within the small man careful not to let any of the searing cum get onto him. The sight of the dripping tube being pulled from the mind-numbed Cuban seemed to be all that Liberty and his cock needed to finish off his self-stimulation. A sudden surge of finger-thick cum gushed from the great cock slit washing the head of the unresponsive Cuban with its silky whiteness. The second surge of cum erupted with enough force to clear the splayed man’s head and fall into a great pool in the hollowed small of his lower back. The third stream of Liberty’s cum crew a rich white line from the base of the man’s lower back clear up to his neck. Cum continued to spill out for some time. Mark had seen many, many M-level cum ejaculations but, with the exception of Ryan himself, could not recall ever seeing so much cum expelled from one man at one time. Within moments the body of the sprawled Cuban began to convulse as the essence of the cum moved into his blood stream. The spasms turned quickly into uncontrolled convulsions that lasted for almost five minutes. Then the entire body went limp. Indigo and Liberty moved in and untied the stilled body. Their powerful muscles tossed the Cuban face-up onto the medical table as if it weighed nothing. Mark could see that the man was still breathing slowly. At the beginning of the process, the Cuban had looked small and drained. The semiconscious man lying on the table now was markedly different. The frail body was gone and in its place was a wonderfully muscled body that any middleweight bodybuilder would kill to have. The muscles were sharp and exceptionally well defined. Though the man was limp with pained exhaustion, his delicious body carried the sculpting of anatomically chiseled development and the defining cuts of an international quality gymnast. The plated fingers of fanning muscle covering the Cuban’s chest heaved as awareness drifted back into his overwrought mind. His clenched fists turned his triceps into visions of cabled muscle with each of the three heads finely carved and wonderfully striated. The splayed position on the table made his waist look almost nonexistent. More importantly, Mark’s eyes grew wide as he noted the other significant change to the man’s body. The promise of the Cuban’s cock had not only been realized, but was visibly growing right before Mark’s eyes. The organ was as hard as his own and was already over 16” long and 2” across. Within five unbelieving minutes the Cuban cock stood as a solid tower of man-meat almost 20” long and 3” broad. His testicles had also tripled in size and were still ballooning. Within half an hour the shaft growth had seemed to stop at an extremely solid two feet in length and about 3 ½” diameter with a pair of coconut sized balls anchored near the base. “Bring in the next man.” Indigo ordered Liberty as he re-tied the still unconscious man and pulled him from the table. The arm wrestling competition had been going for over ten minutes already. The handsome faces of the two bodybuilders were bathed in sweat. The hair of the blonde beauty was now glued to his brow and beads of water poured from the scalp of the neatly shaven brunette. The same sweat polished their struggling biceps and muscle-ribbed shoulders, backs and pecs. Lines of moisture ran down their chiseled backs and into the quivering crack between their luscious, pulsing ass cheeks. Their adrenaline powered cocks pounded loudly against the underside of the table staining it with a mixture of their sweat and precum. Above the table surface, two gorgeously muscled and supercharged arms quaked as they fought for domination. Their shredded biceps had grown so defined and hard that they battled against their own forearms and shoulders. Raised, rope-thick central veins beat on top of the fissured muscle fiber surface of their biceps along with their racing hearts. Football scaled triceps were sweat-glued to the table top looking as if their surfaces had been scraped over with a serrated knife. Each struggling arm looked as if it contained enough muscle and power to crush a granite boulder to fine dust. During the ten-minute battle, each man had gained brief advantage several times only to be dragged back to the starting position by his opponent. Both men were visibly exhausted. The fight had also pushed the muscles carved onto the two professional quality bodies to stunning proportions with the density of all 330 pounds of marbled meat prominently displayed stretching their skin to a thin coloring over the visible muscle fibers. As if silently agreeing that they needed a break, the two bodybuilders maintained their centered locked position for the next two minutes until Niel’s lumbering body stepped in and jaded them to get on with the battle. He was silently enjoying the competition and the sight of these men with their bodies charged with naked and aroused power. So were the two Coven bodyguards and even Dr. Singh. The bodyguards were hard at work on their visually aroused cocks and a line of stiffened cock meat was clearly visible along Dr. Singh’s pant leg as was the strapping that tied his cock to the side of one leg all the way down to his calf. Niel’s cock head poked at the bodybuilders clasped hands threatening to take charge of the fight if they did not. The huge cock head was as big if not bigger than their clenched hands and the leading end of Niel’s cock shaft was almost twice as thick as either combatant’s wrist. Beads of precum percolated from the generous cock head slit catching the attention of the struggling brunette. The blonde contestant remained focused on their hands and on the sight of his quaking bicep. His love and appreciation for his own great biceps had drawn him to it almost immediately in their battle. The blonde had spent years developing the huge meat and shape of his signature arm muscle but had never seen it so spectacularly and powerfully displayed. His cock thumped against the table with a want to be released more by his own desire to enjoy his flexing arm muscle than from the erotic sensations of the wrestling competition. A sudden surge of thick precum pushed a huge glob of the clear, syrupy liquid out to run down the head of Niel’s cock. The brunette salivated over the tasty morsel as he watched it run slowly toward the underside of the iron-hard cock shaft before dripping thickly onto the tabletop. The momentary distraction was all that the blonde needed. With one powerful, screaming surge, he took control of the battle and forced the brunette’s arms almost half way down to the table surface. The sudden shift in the struggle brought focus back into the mind of the surprised brunette as he brought the dissent of his hand to a halt. In this position, the brunette’s bicep was twisted and pushed to the most astounding peak and density it had ever achieved making it even more beautiful a spectacle than the larger meaty wonder covering the blonde’s shaking arm. At the same time, the angled features of the brunette turned sharply handsome as his beating cock reacted to the sight of both his competitor’s voluminous and stunning bicep and the oozing, fruited cock head of the impossibly muscled referee. His cock pounded harder and harder against the underside of the table as it twitched its desires for release. Each successive throb stirred the creamy passions within his aching balls. The brunette continued his struggle to keep the beautiful blonde from further advances against his painfully hardened arm muscles drawing power from the erotic drives in his steely cock. Finally, the combination of the wonderfully muscular visual images surrounding him and wanting need of his cock and balls erupted in a fountain of fulfilling cum. The rich cream splashed into the bottom the tabletop and spilled thickly onto his competitor’s monstrously hard organ. The slippery fluid washed the blondes cock with its white polish until the last throws of the brunette’s orgasm was completed. In spite of his discharge, the beautiful brunette was able to keep the struggle under control for almost a minute before the exhaustion from his orgasm and the torque caused by the severe angle of his arm became unbearable. His immensely striated and muscle- shredded bicep convulsed as he tried to force every ounce of concentrated strength into it's endangered mass. The blonde breathed deep and slow as he paced his attack. He could feel the warm wetness of the brunette’s cum running along and around his red-hot cock shaft and dripping from the heavy swing of his weighty balls. When he felt the moment was right, the arm of the blonde made its final all-or-nothing assault. A large slapping sound announced the blonde’s stunning victory. “Well done, my friend!” Dr. Singh congratulated immediately. “You have won the right to be the Coven’s new carrier and the world’s newest and greatest bodybuilder.” The blonde beamed proudly; his body filled with the rush of victory. He flexed his winning arms as he admired them as much for himself as over the man he defeated. “Now, to seal your victory and position with the Coven, we are pleased to give you your first assignment.” Dr’ Singh continued. “You know that the privacy and security of the Coven always needs to be protected so you will kindly kill your opponent.” The blonde stood for a brief second as too many thoughts to count surged through his surprised mind. Looking toward Niel. The victorious bodybuilder knew instantly that, if he didn’t do as asked, that both of them would be dead. What he needed was a method and he needed it fast. The beautiful brunette was still dazed and confused by his loss but would certainly come around very quickly. As he eyed the sprawled figure of the loser, the blonde was briefly filled with sadness over the pending elimination of such a stunningly muscled and handsome man. Just beyond the heaving muscle of the brunette, the blonde could still see Niel’s beating, iron-hard cock head and shaft. The idea came immediately. The blonde grabbed the brunette by the back of his thickly muscled neck and literally dragged his face over the to Niel’s gigantic cock post. The spinning brunette began to yell. The blonde wasted no time and shoved the gaping mouth onto the bloated cock head in front of it. Standing behind the surprised brunette, the blonde bodybuilder placed one of his strong hands at the back of the handsome head and pushed with all his might. A series of loud cracks announced the shattering jawbones and teeth as more and more of Niel’s invincible cock head disappeared into the growing opening. The blonde continued to push until the entire massive cock head and several inches of the imposing cock shaft had been forced into the defeated brunettes choking throat. As the brunette’s mouth tongue and throat reacted to the impact of the massive meat filling every widening inch of space, the involuntary muscles that controlled them began to create a gag-reflex massage of the entombed cock meat. The flexing action of the surrounding throat tissue pushed Niel’s already-sensitized cock until it, like that of the brunette, exploded into it with a geyser of Coven-enriched cum. The massive volume of hot cum exiting Niel’s passioned cock shot down the brunette’s torn esophagus and air pipes filling the choking man with its endless flow of creamy liquid. The wonderfully muscled body of the invaded bodybuilder started to convulse as his lung’s demand for air was replaced with the invasion of a sea of Coven muscle-cum. With each mindless gulp, the blonde could feel the surging power of beautiful brunette muscles as the life was drained from their years of massive, hard-built gain. The victorious bodybuilder locked his heavily muscled arms into place behind the shaking head and quivering torso until the Coven cum filled the struggling lungs and stomach. Soon, all movement ceased and the heavenly body slipped into the softened flow of death.