Our ongoing tale in the Body Guards series about intrigue, espionage and massive muscle 
continues. Be warned that this story contains graphic man-to-man sex and violence.


BODY GUARDS – HANDLER CELL – Chapter 7

By:	JOHN


Indigo was filled with a great sense of irony at the thought of someone actually breaking 
into Elmina - especially an African black man.

The tide was low along the shore of Cape Coast here in Ghana. Indigo and Liberty stood 
naked letting the refreshing breeze of the late night cleanse their massively muscled 
bodies with its soothing feel. The full moon added a touch of danger of discovery and 
excited the two impossibly muscular men as they stood in the dry western moat of the 
fortress. Fear from assault was minimal since superstition and foreboding history here 
would keep all but the youthfully ignorant away. Plus, the power and density of Indigo’s 
and Liberty’s flexing muscles made their bodies virtually invincible to any threat that any 
resident unfortunate enough to be out and about might represent.

The moon glowed brightly as it worked its way to toward setting on the equator of the 
western ocean horizon washing the adjacent walls of Elmina with its quirky light. The 
sky twinkled with unblemished stars as the shine of the moon cast long, languid shadows 
across the sand and rocks of the low-tide exposed beach. The towering southern and 
western walls stood guarding the great fortress as they had for almost 500 years. Indigo 
and Liberty stretched their magnificent muscles as they stared at the moonlit surface of 
the long south wall. Only the sliver of one tiny, dark puncture almost 10 feet above the 
beach interrupted the whitewash and water stained surface of the thick rock wall. Indigo 
glanced up briefly from the huge rocks at the base of the moat that were his task at the 
moment and laughed again at the irony.

Imagine two black men actually breaking into Elmina!

The small dark slit in the south wall, of course, marked its only point of exit from the 
deadly fortress. During three centuries, over twenty million people had been forced 
through that dreadful opening, one by one, to their fate. “The Gate of No Return” had led 
all those millions to the merchant and pirate ships that then carried them to foreign lands 
as slaves. The water level had dropped a lot since those centuries when slave trade 
prospered exposing some of the base rock upon which the dreadful fort had been built. 
The rocks by which the two stunning Coven muscle soldiers now stood had been 
constantly submerged those hundreds of years ago but now marked the secret back 
entrance created by the Coven into the deserted catacomb of dungeons and tunnels used 
by them today. The “front” way in was certainly easier, but not nearly as much fun.

The disguising rock facing Indigo weighed between four and five tons. Indigo had no 
doubt that he could move it alone but, with Liberty’s help, rolling the massive boulder to 
expose the access hatch cover was a much simpler task. Both men wanted the exercise. 
They flexed and posed briefly under the carving light of the moon as they prepared to 
take on the great rock. Every inch of mind-boggling muscle on both bodies rose and 
swelled to gargantuan proportions as Indigo and Liberty twisted and turned their 
staggering forms as much to pleasure themselves as each other. Four piercing mountains 
of peaked biceps meat climbed toward the umbrella of starlight as Liberty and Indigo 
forced their monstrous ‘show-muscles’ into diamond-hard spheres of chiseled muscle.

A low murmur caught Indigo’s attention only briefly. Twisting his immense torso, he 
eyed the small, seated man nearby. The man’s hands were still well tied and the rag in his 
mouth was still secure enough to keep any louder sound from escaping his throat. Gray 
was obviously uncomfortable but that was of no immediate concern to Indigo. The huge 
black man never stopped flexing or pumping his brutal muscles even as he visually 
assured himself that Gray was not going to get away. Closing his hands tightly around his 
fingers, Indigo forced his 39” biceps to dance dangerously high in Gray’s astonished 
view. He pulled in his crisp abs tightly to show the vast difference between his 98” chest 
and 32” waist to its most ruthless advantage as if to warn Gray not to attempt anything 
stupid. The reflection of Indigo’s deep blue eyes shining in the moonlight from his dark, 
handsome face only added to the terrifying yet beautiful spectacle of Indigo’s immensely 
flexed muscles.

Indigo turned his attention back to Liberty and, as if acting on cue, both men pulled their 
quaking arms down hard on to the manta ray-like flair of their viscerally carved lats. 
Their clenched fists moved forward forcing the watermelon scale of their globed pecs 
into harsh, striated reality. Not a single fiber of single colossal muscle was left unexposed 
as Indigo and Liberty saluted each other solidly with their ‘most-muscular’ poses. Eight 
feet of petrified meat froze into place around Indigo’s sweltering 640-pound, M5-level 
upper torso. Sweat poured from Liberty’s struggling M3-level brow as he pushed his own 
voluminous 84” chest for all it was worth. Arms measuring 39” and 32” respectively 
erupted into multiply-split spheres of crushing biceps and coiled fans of gargantuan 
triceps. Lust rose in their endlessly muscled bodies as Indigo and Liberty repeatedly slid 
one hand past the other, more and more striations and cables of staggering meat exploded 
across their sculptured bodies until their translucently thin skin seemed almost ready to 
burst. River systems of flowing veining rose deliciously in the vacuumed space between 
their skin and impenetrable muscle meat.

The closed meat of their columned upper legs forced their weighty balls forward on top 
of their vein-carved inner thighs. Both men sported erections so hard that there was no 
visible difference between the density of their inflexible cock shafts and the rest of their 
stunning muscles. Indigo’s 20” cock poked forward like a great ramrod ready to 
challenge the very walls of Elmina itself. A drop of precum bubbled from the end of 
Indigo’s great organ and glistened like liquid silver in the moonlight. As Liberty turned 
and shifted his 435-pound M3 body through its series of tantalizing poses, his remarkable 
cock stood out in the darkness like a massive wedge-shaped anvil of terror. As erotic as 
the sight of Liberty’s unique cock was, fear filled Gray’s mind as he recalled the 
destructive powers of that deadly 6” wide and 16” long organ in action.


Not far away, a vehicle moved slowly up to a small house just down the tightly packed 
street leading to Elmina. It traveled the last few blocks with its lights off so as to attract 
as little attention as possible. Several dark images of various sizes exited the car and 
darted cautiously to the nearest building. They ducked in quickly locking the 
weatherworn wood door securely behind them.


Feeling well pumped and ready, Indigo nodded to his naked muscle companion and the 
two huge men turned their attention to the rocky wall. Their strong hands explored the 
crevasses between two huge boulders until they found the hidden handholds they were 
searching on each side. Gray watched as every muscle on both naked bodies took on the 
appearance of flowing lava. The sheer scale of the muscle dripping from both men was 
almost unbearably erotic as the meat shifted from human to godlike as they forced the 
great rock out and away from the rest of the wall. Gray’s eyes shifted from Indigo to 
Liberty and back again. Liberty stood in a half squat as he worked with his ass carved 
into a vision of anatomical perfection. His huge balls hung darkly visible between the 
mooned upper muscles of his wide-placed legs.

The more massive muscle sweltering on Indigo’s body ultimately captured Gray’s 
primary attention. The sandy bottom of the old moat acted both as a subtle lubricant and a 
track-disguising agent. Indigo dug his feet deep into the sand as he pulled. His 
mountainous shoulders and wrenching traps divided and re-divided with countless cables 
of striated beef. Back muscle after back muscle became lined with the veining of extreme 
effort. Tons of rock yielded to Indigo’s monstrously perfect muscle. The massive boulder 
was slowly ripped from the balance of the wall until Gray could make out the outline of a 
heavy steel door. Two huge ship chains were attached to the back side of the rock. Once 
the rock was far enough away to permit the yard-deep thickness of Indigo’s upper torso 
to squeeze by, he moved in and twisted through the combination on the lock. As the lock 
was opened, Liberty turned back to Gray and swept him up roughly into his granite-hard 
arms.

Gray found himself inside a small airlock about 12’ long cut out of the bedrock. Before 
closing the steel door Indigo hoisted both chains up and wrapped them once around the 
amazing smallness of his muscle-etched waist. Indigo let the extra length of chaining fall 
onto the top of his ram-hard cock. Gray had no idea how heavy the chains were but their 
size and clanging sounds assured him that they were extremely heavy yet Indigo’s cock 
never budged so much as a fraction of an inch from its excited and aroused position. 
Using only the power of his chiseled legs, Indigo dragged the entry rock back into place 
and then, discarding the chains, closed and locked the outer steel door. They moved to 
and through a second door. Liberty half dragged, half carried Gray with him through 
several rock-cut corridors.

They passed a few doors along the way. The doors were glass and had large viewing 
windows placed next to them. The vaulted shape of the rock ceiling identified the 
hollowed caves as old storage dungeons from the decades of slave trade. Gray did not 
want to think of the horrors that had filled these musty rooms all those many years ago. 
With the Coven now occupying these long-lost spaces, Gray had no doubt that there were 
new horrors in progress here and now. The old iron grilles were gone from the ‘corridor 
end’ of the dungeons and the glass walls and doors had been put up in their place.

As they passed the various dungeon vaults Gray could see that there were people busy in 
most of the rooms. The workers wore white smocks. Muffled screams drew Gay’s 
attention to one of the rooms. He recognized Mark’s pained face instantly as he spied him 
lying face up on a gurney. Mark’s massive 26” cock was erect but seemed to be tied up 
into its raised position as if it was being held in place. Several doctor-type people were 
working behind Mark. It didn’t take much for Gray to realize that they appeared to be 
operating on Mark’s lower abdomen or groin. Gray wanted to break away to help Mark 
but Liberty’s hold was much too powerful and any attempt to get away right now could 
only prove to be deadly for Gray and, probably Mark, too.

They passed another set of windows where the vault containing four Latin-looking men. 
They each possessed astoundingly well-cut bodies. Except for the fact that they were all 
naked, they could have been in the ‘Pump Room’ preparing to go on stage as the 
middleweight contenders in a professional level bodybuilding contest. But that was not 
what caught Gray’s eye in the fleeting seconds of passing. There was no doubt in Gray’s 
surprised mind that these men were somehow connected to the Coven Handler program. 
Only Handlers possessed cocks like those protruding from the tattered pants of the room 
occupants. The passing had been very fast but Gray would swear that every one of the 
men had cocks at least as long as Mark’s, probably longer and larger. Plus, hanging 
beneath these massive cocks were pairs of pendulous balls that had to be almost as big as 
great, ripe coconuts.

Finally Indigo and Liberty turned into one of the doors and went into a large space that 
had been equipped as a small laboratory. Liberty virtually threw Gray onto a lab table and 
then tied him tightly to one of the table handles. Once secured to the table, Liberty 
removed the cloak that they had forced onto Gray for the trip here. Liberty pointed and 
smiled as Gray’s erection rose into prominent view. His 20” M-3 Handler cock was 
choked with arousal from the vision of these two human muscle-machines in muscle-
defining action. Gray hated himself for his lack of control but was responding as an 
aroused human to the wonder of the two naked muscle-carved bodies attending to him. 
Gray hated the Coven and everything it stood for but his personal lusts could not deny the 
wonder of the muscle smothering Indigo and Liberty’s amazing bodies. Liberty muttered 
something to Indigo about giving their captive the ‘show’ he wanted. With apparently 
nothing else to do for the moment, Indigo seemed more than willing to comply with the 
suggestion.

The flexing competition that had begun in the moat now continued as if the two 
fantastically muscled naked men were posing for more of an audience than just Gray. 
Disgusted and angered as he was, in the brighter light of the chamber, Gray found it 
virtually impossible not to be captivated by the astounding muscle show being presented 
by the two god-like creatures. Liberty’s 435 pounds of muscle, along with his spectacular 
cock, was nothing short of phenomenal. Every muscle seemed carved perfectly into place 
and spoke of immense strength with each pose and flex. Pec meat rubbed against pec 
meat and ass meat did likewise as the canyon walls of his man-tits and glutes were 
ground together over and over again. The coils of meat wrapped onto his upper legs 
rolled and folded with muscle as Liberty turned and positioned his legs to support the 
tower of packed torso muscle above them. His signature cock beat to the pounding of his 
excited heart as Liberty pulsed through his routine for Gray’s and Indigo’s enjoyment.

With 200 pounds of additional stupendous muscle slabbed onto his body, Indigo was a 
king among gods in comparison to Liberty. Gray had seen pictures of the legendary 
Wells from their M-squadron but had never appreciated the true overwhelming nature of 
that much muscle on one single body until he had actually seen Indigo in the flesh. A 
mixture of emotions stirred within Gray’s confused mind as he tried to understand why a 
man as monumentally beautiful as Indigo would dedicate his superlative body toward the 
evilness of the Coven. On one hand, Gray prayed for the likes of Wells to come and 
destroy Indigo to free him while another part of him longed for such the collection of 
muscle belonging to the gargantuan black man to be deified and worshipped.

As they posed, the flexing attentions of Indigo and Liberty turned more and more toward 
each other. Soccer ball biceps filled solid with hardened meat pushed against each side of 
Indigo’s foot-thick pecs as he forced his body into increasingly sharp muscle-crunches. 
The muscles of his back rolled with layer upon layer of fibrous muscle as Indigo’s lats, 
traps and erectors expanded to movie-screen proportions atop the miniscule width of his 
laddered lower back. Layered plates of gluteus muscles gyrated one on top of another as 
his curvaceous ass meat boiled around his chasm-deep dimpled flanks. Calves as large as 
tree trunks stood atop his trim ankles as their fluted masses turned to rock strong enough 
to support the six-hundred pounds of blood-enriched beef pounded onto the rest of 
Indigo’s flexing body. A post of forearm-thick man-meat projected its diamond-hard 
shaft out over a foot and a half from its anchoring at Indigo’s lusting groin.

Unable to endure it any longer, Liberty moved up to Indigo’s colossal body to let his 
wanting hands feed on their contact with the larger man’s succulent muscles. The heads 
of their immense cocks kissed accidentally and repeatedly as Liberty moved back and 
forth in front of Indigo tasting every exposed and offered muscle with his salivating 
tongue. Not even Liberty’s tremendous strength could penetrate the steel-hard meat 
covering Indigo’s hot body. Indigo continued to flex body part after astounding body 
apart in Liberty’s face. The smaller muscleman groped, grabbed and caressed each offer 
muscle as he tried to take in the impossible girth and grandeur of every spectacular and 
endless inch of Indigo’s staggering body. The sides of their shattering cocks crashed 
against one another as the bodies of the two men became more immersed in their mutual 
pleasuring. Sweat and precum polished their great fighting cock shafts and muscles until 
they glowed with shining moisture in the bathing light of the lab chamber.

As Liberty’s mouth enjoyed more and more of Indigo’s behemoth presence, his hands 
began to enjoy the pleasure of his own uniquely formed cock. Gray couldn’t help but 
notice just how stunningly hard Liberty’s entire cock shaft and cock head appeared to be. 
He recalled how that monstrous cock width had ripped into and destroyed the body of 
their unfortunate driver just the day before. Even though Liberty’s cock was four inches 
short than either his or Indigo’s there could be no denying its superiority due to massive 
half-foot girth at the base and succulently hard and bulbous crown. Liberty wrapped one 
strong hand around the steely organ just above the flesh collar dividing the shaft from the 
great cock head and squeezed. His triceps turned to coils of stone as he applied erotic 
inducing pressure to the sensitive but unyielding tissue. Clear globules of thick precum 
gurgled from the huge piss slit as Liberty manipulated his cock while continuing to 
tongue and bite Indigo’s finger-thick nipples.

Slowly Liberty’s clasping hand walked up the length of his crimson-hard cock head until 
his little finger reached the ejaculation orifice. Indigo pummeled his own body into an 
almost skin-free image of pulsing inhuman muscle causing Liberty to become more and 
more excited. Working with careful deliberation, Liberty forced his little finger into the 
slitted opening of his cock head and continued to push until the first knuckle joint found 
itself at the lips of the precum-lubricated opening. Groans of passion slid out from 
Liberty’s nipple-sucking mouth. His body turned into a statue of pure muscle as the 
knuckle joint disappeared into the begging hole running through the interior of the 
solidified cock meat.

Indigo’s mind continued to sink into the erotic sensations coursing through his body as 
Liberty’s groping turned stronger and harsher. He loved the feel of the unlimited strength 
surging through his unmatched muscle. All he needed now was a shot of Ryan-level cum 
to fill his gut while Liberty pleasured his body. Pushing Liberty away, Indigo darted from 
the room. While Indigo was gone, Liberty focused on his unbelievable cock shaft finger 
fuck. He forced his small finger deeper and deeper into his piss tube until the second 
knuckle had worked its way inside the fleshy lips of his cock head. Moans of 
uncontrollable passion told Gray that Liberty was completely self-absorbed.

Liberty pushed his finger in until the entire digit was encased in the pressing cock meat. 
Then he slowly and deliberately began to withdraw the embedded finger. Then Liberty 
pushed the finger back in. His entire body shivered with unbridled delight as the erotic 
feelings sparked the wanting nerve endings within his pounding cock head. The in and 
out sliding motions of his finger became more rapid as Liberty sunk deeper and deeper 
into his orgasmic trance. His body was one huge convulsing tower of mindlessly 
beautiful muscle.

Indigo burst back into the room dragging a cart with a large clear tube wrapped on top of 
it and one of the Latin men with him. The cart was a curiosity to Gray but the man got 
most of Gray’s attention. He was dark olive in color and a wonder of finely carved 
muscle to look at. He was probably not more than 200 pounds but they were fantastically 
chiseled pounds of deeply etched muscle. The man was so cut that it looked as if he wore 
a thin layer of dye directly applied to his muscle meat instead of skin. Gray swore that he 
could see each and every fiber of surface muscle covering the man. Even his ass was so 
finely ridged and lined with striated meat that Gray wanted to reach out and grab it just to 
see if it were real.

“I brought him for you.” Indigo called to Liberty. “I claim our new man here for myself.”

“Oh, good idea.” Liberty smiled wryly pulling his finger out from within his cock head 
with a heavy sigh of accepted interruption.

“Let’s show him just how good being a Handler with the Coven can be!” Indigo laughed 
connecting the tube to the canister on the cart. “Get him ready.”


Dr. Singh was anxious to check out the reports of success in creating new, stable M6 
handlers from the four men Indigo had brought back from Cuba. As soon as Moon had 
locked the door of the small Cape Coast Coven house from the inside the foursome 
headed down to the small, damp basement. Sun was already at work showing Fuxinov 
how to access the secret panel that hid the ancient passageway to and from Elmina. The 
tunnel had been used to shuttle women from the deadly dungeon to soldiers for their 
personal use during the centuries of slave trade. Strangely enough, this had proven to be 
the one and only hope for a select few women. If they happened to become pregnant as a 
result of the forced rape, they were usually removed from the dungeon and permitted to 
stay in one of the Dutch or Portuguese owned houses to raise their half-breed children. 
Today, the long-lost tunnel served as the front doorway for the Coven to creep unnoticed 
between the town and their stronghold beneath Elmina.

Fuxinov had been brought here to collect a shipment of diamonds and a precious 
container of stem cell enhanced cum to take back to the shelter in Bangkok. As 
previously directed by Dr. Singh, the parcel was waiting in the small airlock between the 
basement and the access tunnel. Fuxinov had no reason to be taken beyond this point. He 
didn’t even know what lay on the other side of the locked inner door and the Coven felt 
more secure that way. Sun handed the bag to Fuxinov and the handsome winning 
bodybuilder turned to leave. The private plane was waiting for him just a short distance 
outside of town.

Dr. Singh and Moon hadn’t even reached the bottom of the stair before they heard the 
thundering crash on the floor above. Fuxinov dove under the stairs as the other three 
rushed into the airlock pulling the disguising panel back into place. Fuxinov shrank as far 
back into the darkness beneath the stair as his muscular bulk would permit. Several sets 
of running footsteps pounded over the floor above. Fuxinov shook with fear as he heard 
the door to the basement being torn from its hinges and cast loudly onto the floor above. 
Six people rushed down the stairs. Each successive man cast a larger and larger shadow. 
As the last man came down, almost half the light of the room was blocked. The stair 
creaked loudly and the second step from the bottom was reduced to splinters as the huge 
last man came down.

Fuxinov choked back his astonishment at the immensity of muscle saturating the body of 
the final man. Even covered in the ultra-stretched smattering of flimsy fabric servicing as 
cloths, the body was clearly as astoundingly muscled as Indigo. For a brief instant, 
Fuxinov got a glimpse of the silhouette of the gargantuan’s upper body from the side. 
Fuxinov was, and openly admitted to being, a ‘breast’ man. He had never in his life 
dreamed that any single human male could possess either the quantity or quality of 
pectoral man-meat that hung and projected from this god-like creature. Only his charge 
with and for the Coven held Fuxinov back in the shadows of the stairs as he fought his 
lusting desires to touch those mountainously superior pectoral wonders.

“There’s a secret way out of here.” Looker whispered to the others. “There’s a panel by 
the back wall. I’ve seen them open it several times during diamond and cum pickups.”

“Let me at it!” Antonio shouted pushing his huge body past the others.

Antonio clasped his hands together and twisted his colossal torso to one side as if 
preparing to swing a bat. The sudden crunching action of his upper body muscles were 
rewarded with a loud ripping sound as their hardening masses reduced his over-stuffed 
shirt and fatigues to rags. His anxious cock sprung from its destroyed leather bindings as 
the sensation of unlimited power seized his activated muscles. Antonio’s cock was 
ramrod hard before the last pieces of the vaporized access panel had settled harmlessly to 
the dirt floor of the basement.

The six men peered through the cloudy dust and could just make out the outline of the 
steel vault-like door that now faced them from the opposite side of the small exposed 
chamber. The sheer massive size of Antonio’s muscle-saturated body left little room in 
the airlock as all five other bodies tried to pack their way in. Antonio was angry and 
Antonio was tired of all the obstacles, physical and mental, that had put in his way of 
reuniting with Mark. Antonio looked over his shoulder to direct Black, White, Looker, 
Rod and Hong Tu to evacuate the small airlock so that he could take care of the steel door 
but a sound from behind and a swiftly moving shadow caught him up short.

Fuxinov took the rickety stair three steps at a time. His tight shorts got caught on a 
fragment of the step that Antonio’s massive weight had destroyed. Fuxinov yanked as he 
continued to climb leaving the tattered pants behind freeing his beautiful groin, legs and 
butt from the confines of the fabric. Fuxinov clutched the cargo assigned to him tightly to 
his heaving chest as he rushed through the first floor of the house and out the leering 
opening of the demolished front door.

“Looker, you go after him.” Antonio called. “The rest of you are with me.”


Gray was in Liberty’s unbreakable grasp in a flash. Without unlocking the wheels, 
Liberty hauled the gurney carrying Gray half way across the room until he could reach 
the cart next to Indigo. The industrial caliber gurney screeched across the floor as Liberty 
dragged the several hundred pound piece of equipment plus Gray’s weight. Liberty’s 
sensational muscles, already pumped to rock-hard perfection by his temporarily 
suspended cock head finger fuck and forced entry into the labyrinth seemed almost 
diamond hard as the heat from their primed meat warmed Gray’s shivering body.

Picking up a huge, filled hypodermic needle from the cart, Liberty stabbed the shining 
point directly and forcefully into the soft tissue between the bottom base of Gray’s rigid 
cock shaft and his filled testicles. Gray screamed. Liberty laughed at the wasted vocal 
energy. The pain was both immense and strangely pleasurable. Liberty emptied the warm 
contents of the syringe into Gray’s reproductive system. The pain changed slowly to a 
warming, sweat-inducing tingle. Gray’s head began to spin as the heat in his balls and 
cock spread throughout his body.

Then Liberty ripped the bindings apart, removed the cloth gag from Gray’s mouth, and 
forced Gray’s torso over the top of the gurney with his legs and exposed ass hanging 
down to the floor. Gray was retied in no time and, without warning, found the clear tube 
deeply embedded in his screaming asshole. He heard the sound of a pump or small motor 
and, within seconds, felt the hot stinging pain of raw Ryan-like cum fill his intestines. 
The burning cum seared into his gut threatening to fire its way clear through the thin 
intestinal wall. More and more cum poured into him until Gray could no longer handle 
the fiery pain and passed out.

He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but from how little things had 
changed in the lab room; Gray could only guess that it had been mere minutes instead of 
hours. He was still tied to the gurney but he was now flat on his back. Gray glanced to 
one side and then the other as he pulled against the bands that secured his wrists to each 
side of the wide table. What he saw made him gasp. As he pulled, Gray’s arms 
blossomed with unbelievably rich and stunningly etched muscle. Glancing down, Gray 
caught sight of the top swell of his fan-ridged and painfully stretched pecs. They, too, 
were filled with ripped and severely visible muscle. He knew he had seen something like 
this before. It was only a moment or two before he realized that his body was now a 
spitting image of that belonging to the Latin man Indigo had previously dragged into the 
lab.

Gray looked up as a huge dark shadow drifted between his prone body and the central 
light of the lab room. The groaning metal of the gurney warned Gray of Indigo’s gigantic 
weight hovering above him with his legs set on each side of Gray’s trim hips. A sense of 
unbelieving touch was the first signal to Gray that the huge cock head pressing solidly 
against the moist ring of Indigo’s standing asshole was his own. An endless length of 
wrist-thick cock shaft bowed its way down from the ass-kissing cock head until it finally 
disappeared from view just below the horizon of Gray’s stretched pecs. The churning 
sensation in his loins told Gray that the cock shaft continued down into his groin. A 
slight, erotic pain warned Gray that his cock was hot, hard and ready to invade the 
colossal body of staggering muscle towering above him.

A loud moan directed Gray’s attention to the floor on one side of the gurney. There he 
found Liberty’s ultra-flexed 435-pound body in a similar position above the Cuban on the 
floor. The Latino’s cock was already half way into Liberty’s posterior core and the huge 
Coven muscle soldier was moving deeper and deeper into a full cock-consuming squat. 
Liberty’s own monster-dick was visibly beating with increased desire as inch after 
fabulous inch of Latin handler cock worked its way further and further into him. As he 
sucked the Latino cock into him, Liberty was, once again, fully engaged in the amazing 
finger-fucking of his own cock head. Only this time, it was the full length and girth of his 
middle finger that jostled around inside the slitted core of his mind-numbing cock.

Liberty’s flexing hand moved his finger in and out of the cock head with almost blinding 
speed as he worked his petrified body into a frenzy of quivering muscularity while riding 
the Cuban’s cock for all its 30” length was worth.

A sudden rush of pressure forced Gray’s eyes back upward. Indigo was mimicking 
Liberty. The stupendous muscle creature had already swallowed almost a foot of Gray’s 
massive new organ and was continuing his succulent consumption of Gray’s over-
stimulated cock. A second foot of piped man-meat disappeared into Indigo’s hungering 
intestines. Gray could feel the muscle-giant’s internal organs shifting and guiding his 
unique Handler cock through the marvelous muscle-maze of Indigo’s insides. The 
massive man seemed insatiable as more and more of Gray’s dick slid deeper into the very 
core of the sexually focused body. It was only when Indigo’s shredded ass checks laid 
their meaty presence on Gray’s balls that he got a sense of just how huge the cream-filled 
sacs now felt. Suddenly Gray was aware of an all-consuming desire to drain his over-ripe 
balls of their demanding man juices.


Looker had managed to keep up behind Fuxinov’s car all the way to the secluded airstrip. 
Once Looker had a general idea of the direction in which Fuxinov was heading, he knew 
where they were going. Looker had made this run for the Coven several times. He had 
heard that they secured the services of a new courier and was vaguely familiar with 
Fuxinov from European bodybuilding magazines. But Looker was not completely ready 
for what he saw when Fuxinov darted naked from the car toward the waiting plane.

Looker knew just how handsome he, himself, was but tried to never let it go to his head. 
Yet the man who was running toward the plane now was every inch as handsome and 
beautiful. Looker wanted Fuxinov the instant he laid eyes on the M2 level body and 
carved face that the Coven had built for him. The two men were almost a dead match in 
size and weight. Their blond hair made them look more like brothers from the world’s 
most beautiful parents than like enemies.

“Stop and surrender yourself before it is too late!” Looker shouted across the tarmac to 
the running Fuxinov.

“Fuck you!” Fuxinov shouted back over his shoulder while trying to adjust the heavy 
satchel that was slowing him down.

“Please, give up! I don’t want to have to kill you.” Looker pleaded closing the gap 
between them quickly.


Back deep below Elmina, 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.

Liberty’s scream echoed through the small lab. Gray’s head snapped toward the sound. 
The muscle-ripped body of the smaller Latin man on the floor was convulsing in the 
throws of orgasm as he pumped jet after endless jet of hot, processed cum into Liberty’s 
sucking asshole. Liberty’s much more massive muscles quaked in orgasmic response. As 
the warming sea of cum filled his chiseled gut, the flowing sensations pushed his own 
stunning cock to the edge. Liberty shoved his middle finger in and out of his cock shaft 
with feverish abandon until his balls sent their heated contents out to meet up with the 
inserted digit.

The power of the rushing cum slammed Liberty’s finger out. A gush of hot cream 
smothered the face of the still-convulsing Cuban with its sea of warm liquid. The second 
volley was launched before the first spasm had even finished evacuating Liberty’s anvil-
hard cock shaft. Cuban cum still poured into Liberty’s sucking ass as the third and fourth 
fountain of Coven cum spilled out richly onto the quaking Cuban. Gasps of pure pleasure 
announced each and every spasm of orgasm from Liberty’s muscle-chiseled body until 
the last sputterings of cum dotted the Cuban’s lower torso.


The noise of the propjet engines drowned out any further pleading by Looker for the 
beautiful Coven carrier to surrender. Fuxinov climbed the three steps to the small door 
into the waiting plane. He turned just as he got to the top; half because he needed to do so 
because of the broadness of his staunchly muscled shoulders and half to gloat over his 
escape from Looker. Fuxinov found himself frozen in place for just a second at the first 
sight of Looker’s stunning perfection of face and form. That was all the time Looker 
needed. Their bodies slammed through the gaping hatch as Looker flew from the ground 
grabbing Fuxinov securely around the waist in the process. Their hardened muscles 
smashed into the insufficient width of the doorway as both petrified bodies crashed 
through the steel-framed opening.

Wrenching pain ripped across Looker’s left shoulder as they rolled into the fuselage. The 
hatch door hung outward at a weird angle as the metal framing yielded to the more 
superior hardness of the two muscle bodies. The plane began to roll immediately. The 
door and stair flapping noisily in the air and on the ground. Sparks shot up from where 
the steps ripped along the surface of the tarmac. The sudden motion pushed both 
unbalanced bodies toward the rear of the luxurious cabin. Fuxinov slammed back-first 
into the base of one of the steel and leather chairs. His great naked body cushioned 
Looker whose shoulder still screamed with pain. The satchel flew from Fuxinov’s grasp 
and bounced dangerously close to the gaping doorway getting lodged against some of the 
twisted metal of the frame. Looker’s knees came up hard against Fuxinov’s chest as the 
men were brought to an abrupt stop. All the air was forced out of Fuxinov as he crunched 
down on his plated pecs turning them into steely globes of protection.

The two men met eye to eye for the first time. What air was left within Fuxinov’s lungs 
was gasped out at the sight of Looker’s unparalleled facial beauty. In spite of the brutally 
handsome face and sea-green eyes, Looker could read the hatred and determination in 
Fuxinov’s face. Unable to control himself, Looker planted a succulent kiss on Fuxinov’s 
full and pouting lips. Fuxinov kissed back hard for a moment as he wrapped his 
fantastically muscled arms around Looker’s richly muscled torso. Looker pushed his 
tongue into Fuxinov’s offered mouth licking his pearly, perfect teeth. Fuxinov squeezed 
harder as he forced his arms around as much of Looker’s 64” upper body as he could. 
They kissed harder as Fuxinov slowly slid his arms down closer to Looker’s miniscule 
waist. Finally able to firmly clasp his hands together, Fuxinov opened his teeth ever so 
slightly and spit hard into Looker’s face.

Fuxinov pulled his arms tight as Looker screamed under the sudden and devilish 
pressure. In spite of Looker’s immense beauty, Fuxinov intended to end this 
confrontation even before it got started. This was his chance to prove his worth to the 
Coven and Fuxinov was not going to lose it. His pecs turned to roughened stone as 
Fuxinov forced his straggle hold around Looker’s amazingly small waist and all 26” of 
his massive upper arms soon followed suit pressing their solidified biceps and triceps 
meat into Looker’s pained oblique muscles.

It was Fuxinov’s turn to scream as one of Looker’s knees came up against the underside 
of his exposed and vulnerable balls. Fuxinov let go of his grasp in instinctive reaction to 
the pain suddenly shooting through his groin. As Looker rolled away with well-trained 
precision, Fuxinov was able to get hold of both the base of Looker’s shirt and the 
waistband of Looker’s fatigue shorts. Looker sprung to his feet as quickly as he could 
with his legs spread wide to offset the wild rocking of the plane. He rubbed as much of 
the pain from his left shoulder as he could while confirming that there was no serious 
damage. The aircraft was almost half way down the runway where it would need to turn 
around for takeoff.

Both men were naked now and both of them, much to their combined chagrin were 
sporting the rock-hard cocks of aroused excitement. Looker’s 14” cock seemed to grow 
harder at the thought of what he knew was coming. Fuxinov’s cock followed suit mostly 
from his reaction to the breathtaking perfection of the man and body facing him. 
Looker’s body was crouched into a growling ‘most muscular’ pose; ready to either 
pounce or defend itself. Every muscle was glowing with a sweat-polished pump. The 
infinite striated cables of his thick pecs rolled up and down as he shifted his hands and 
arms to meet any attack point. The finger-thick veins running the length of his balled 
biceps beat with the excited rhythm of his exaggerated heartbeat. Looker’s cock pointed 
both dangerously and invitingly at Fuxinov as precum oozed from the salivating lips of 
his cock head.

Fuxinov lay on the floor for several seconds both admiring the visual banquet of Looker’s 
waiting body and taking the time he needed to regain his composure. Fuxinov’s balls still 
hurt but some of that was from the pain of desire to eject their hungering cream into the 
ass of this mortal enemy. More important to Fuxinov, however, was the need to defeat the 
gorgeous compilation of muscle opposing him. Fuxinov’s cock spit its own precum 
angrily at Looker as the Coven soldier reached up to the armrest of the adjacent seat. His 
massive bicep, triceps and shoulders became ripped with etched muscle as he tore a 
section of steel framing from the unfortunate chair. Seeking maximum advantage. 
Fuxinov swung the acquired weapon bringing it’s tearing metal hard into the massive 
swell of Looker’s nearest thigh. The ragged edge of the steel ripped across the striated 
cords of quad meat leaving a bloody line where it cut through the skin. Only the solidity 
of Looker’s well-pumped leg kept the frame from digging deeply into the meaty flesh. 

Pain burned across Looker’s thigh. Before Looker could react, Fuxinov aimed the armrest 
directly at Looker’s model-perfect face. Looker fell backward with catlike speed as the 
ripping steel missed him by only a fraction of an inch. His massive body crashed loudly 
onto the floor of the rolling plane. Seeing an opportunity, Fuxinov tossed the chair arm 
aside and lunged on top of the splayed muscle-offering with his hands clasped tightly 
around Looker’s throat. Digging his fingers hard against Looker juggler veins, Fuxinov 
began to squeeze. Looker tired to get his hands up around Fuxinov’s stiffly muscled waist 
only to find them trapped beneath his own upper body’s muscular girth.

A sudden and violent shift in the plane as it veered sharply to head toward the beginning 
of the far runway temporarily jostled the two intertwined mountains of sculpted muscle 
rolling them onto their sides but Fuxinov was able to maintain his deadly hold. His cock 
slid between Looker’s momentarily opened inner thighs. The meat then closed in around 
Fuxinov’s rigid cock shaft and he began semiconsciously to thigh-fuck Looker’s 
beautiful leg muscles as he continued to choke the very life from the struggling being. 
Looker clamped down on his legs tightly trying to lock his feet together. His inner thigh 
muscles became two great grinding stones applying crushing force against the sides of 
Fuxinov’s driving cock shaft. As he continued his stranglehold unabated, Fuxinov’s mind 
swooned between spastic pain and erotic pleasure as he continued to pound his diamond-
hard cock between Looker’s sweat-lubricated legs.

Fuxinov began to live up to his name as the thrusting motions of his friction-driven cock 
became more powerful. He could feel the life draining from Looker’s quivering body, 
sending muscle-messaging messages shooting between them. Every muscle on Fuxinov 
was anatomically displayed as he choked and fucked. Lifting his handsome head briefly 
to gather one last great gulp of air for the kill, Fuxinov suddenly and unexpectedly let go.

Using Looker’s mountained pecs as a launching pad for his hands, Fuxinov sprung up 
from the plane floor and lurched at the open doorway. His arms, head and shoulders 
cleared the damaged opening just in time to catch the precious satchel in midair that had 
been flung to the outside by the bouncing motions of the plane. As he pulled the bag in to 
the protection of his voluminous pecs and sphered biceps, Fuxinov found himself sailing 
through the air toward an inevitable collision with the hot blacktop. Nestling the bag 
safely in the muscle-envelope of his chest and one arm, Fuxinov was able to use his free 
arm to roll his body from severe damage as he rolled onto the hard ground. As he rolled, 
Fuxinov caught sight of Looker leaping out onto the ground just ahead of him. The plane 
continued down toward the end of the runway and slowly began its turn back toward 
them.

At first Fuxinov figured that the pilot was returning for him, then, as the plane revved up, 
he realized that the pilot was unaware that he had lost his cargo and was still planning to 
take-off. Fuxinov sprung to his feet. A line of blood told him of some superficial skin 
scrapings but the lack of pain advised him that nothing serious had happened. His cock 
was raging hard and still over-excited from its recent encounter with Looker’s massive 
thigh meat. Fuxinov’s balls boiled with desire as he saw the beauty of Looker’s muscle-
laden body charging toward him. Looker was no less enamoured with the crouched and 
chiseled image of Fuxinov’s statuesque naked body. Looker was within feet of Fuxinov 
when both of their cocks exploded in a mutual showering of hot cum.

The thick streams of wet cum formed instant puddles on the runway between the two 
men. Unable to avoid the spreading liquid, Looker lost his balance in the slippery cum 
pool. His body hit the blacktop hard on his back as he slid past his target. Fuxinov 
laughed loudly as the handsome enemy missed him. A streak of Fuxinov’s spraying cum 
lined Looker’s pecs and abs as he slipped by. Fuxinov turned to face his downed 
opponent and, dropping the satchel, raised his body into a frightening and stupendous 
double biceps pose of pending victory. Looker was dazed and confused having had the 
air knocked out of him. As Looker’s cock continued to fountain with hot cum, Fuxinov 
knew that he was not going to let Looker get away this time.

Looker tried to raise himself up onto his elbows. No sooner did he get a good look at 
Fuxinov’s fabulously displayed body with its 31” vacuumed waist and its 26” arms and 
64” chest fully pumped for the kill, then he feel back onto the ground and lay there as if 
surrendering to the inevitable. Fuxinov was ready. He cast one last long look over the 
amazingly beautiful body of his enemy as he raised both massively cut arms over his 
head to attack.

A new shower of warm wetness splattered across Looker’s body. He continued to lay 
there for what seemed to be an eternity. The shadow from the wings of the jet blinked 
away the sun from his handsome face for an instant. Then it was all over. Only a spotting 
of blood remained where the engine of the propjet had inhaled Fuxinov’s body. The fans 
of the prop sailed through the air as the engine and plane exploded into flame from the 
damage that Fuxinov’s massive body had caused when it met the slicing violence of the 
turbine wings. Looker covered his face and rolled into a ball to escape the few pieces of 
shrapnel that came back at him as the burning plane continued forward under the 
remaining momentum. Finally, with sense of raw sorrow over the loss of Fuxinov’s 
glorious and beautiful body, Looker picked up the satchel and began the long walk back 
down the runway.