Prison Beast, Chapter 3

Richard flexed every muscle in his body, concentrating his power on the concrete wall at 
the end of the hallway.  Richard had never felt so powerful - his massive pecs, forearms 
and biceps bulged in almost inhuman ways, his veins audibly throbbing with each beat of 
his heart.  The mushroom head of his cock bloomed as he grew more aroused, thinking 
about his immense strength.  Richard flexed his meaty thighs, pushing his huge cock out 
in front of his body even more; he enjoyed the sensation of the heavy, hot melon-sized 
balls against his muscled legs.

The strange light that began emitting from his eyes made the concrete start to glow and 
melt.  Beyond the wall, he could see what no one else in the room - if they were alive - 
could see.  Two men in the cell, on the other side of the wall, feeling the intense heat from 
the wall, rushing towards the bar of the cell in a panic.

Richard stepped forward, his massive frame bursting through the wall, the concrete a 
melting mass of motlen material, hundreds of degrees hot, pouring over his body.  He 
loved the warm feeling - his muscled, massive body was red hot.

Richard stepped into the cell.  The two prisoners looked at him, pressing their bodies 
against the bars of the cell, rocoiling in horror.

In front of them was the most massive man - or creature - they had ever seen.  Twelve 
feet high, Richard's arms were held in a most muscular pose in front of his body.  The top 
of Richard's head brushed against the concrete ceiling of the cell; his massive fists thrust 
holes in the ceiling, but of concrete bouncing off of his melon sized biceps and throbbing 
pecs.  His immense, throbbing neck flared, his biceps and pecs bulged in masses of 
power, his huge fists an impressive site.  

Richard walked closer to the prisoners, flexing his massive thighs and digging his huge 
toes into the concrete.  The men, paralyzed in fear, just stood there, staring, not knowing 
how to react.

Richard growled.  His deep voice resonated through the cell block, arousing the other 
prisoners.

"Richard," one of the men said, "what's happened to you?"

Dave, a badass on the cellblock recognized him, even with the huge brows and square jaw 
that distorted his face.  Dave was a muscled, tough motherfucker - an Aryan skinhead  - 
that had tried to recruit Richard to his cause.

Dave was in awe of what he saw.  His mind raced with emotion.  Richard could see through 
his pants - Dave was getting hard.

"Richard," Dave stammered, "you....you are the chosen one....you are the master race."

Dave dropped to his knees, bowing his head in supplication.

"You are the god...the embodiment of the beast," Dave intoned.

Richard didn't pay much attention to what Dave was saying.  Thoughts of strength, power, 
crushing, fucking raced through his brain.  He knew he was superior to any man alive but 
that didn't matter - Richard's cock was harder than a rock, the mushroom head bouncing 
high in the air as he walked.  He needed to show his power.  He needed to crush.  He 
needed to get off now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the sold metal cots where the 
prisoners in the cell slept and jacked off.  Without thinking, Richard ripped one of the cots 
from the concrete wall - it was no test of his strength, but he flared his muscles as he 
pulled the metal contraption from its concrete moorings..  He glared at the other prisoner.

The man breathed irregularly, pressing himself against the bars.  He was in a panic.  This 
was a nightmare and he needed to escape.  But there was no escape from the Beast.

Richard's nostrils flared - it was that smell again.  He sensed chemicals in the man's sweat, 
chemicals that no normal human could sense - he loved the smell of fear so much he 
could almost taste it on the tip of his tongue. 

Richard used his mighty fists to move the solid metal cot to the other man in the cell, 
flexing his pecs, forearms and biceps as he moved closer to instill more fear in his victim.  
He pressed the cot against the man's body with his left and right hand -- the man's head, 
shoulders and chest pressed against the metal, forming it to his body.

The man was trapped, unable to breath.  He would die within a few moments.

For Richard, though, it was only a momentary diversion.

He turned his attention to Dave.  Here was someone who understood his massive strength, 
respected his power.  He was a kind of god, able to bend and shape the physical world to 
his will - it made him so aroused, so hard to think about how he could crush, tear, or bend 
raw steel with his hands or use his new-found powers to melt a concrete wall.

A strange kind of instinct took over.  Richard knew what he needed to do, even without 
thinking about it.  He was the god of his own universe, creating his own reality - what 
turned him on was all that mattered.

Richard bent over slightly, gently placing his massive hand around the back of Dave's neck 
and head.  He moved Dave's face to the head of his cock, burying Dave's quivering mouth 
in his cock slit.

Richard's huge cock was already dripping with precum - a hot mixture of masculinity and 
testosterone, a smell that was overwhelming.  Dave reacted, licking Richard's cock hole, 
drinking Richard's superhuman cum, knowing that he was providing pleasure and worship 
to a superior being, a physical manifestation of pure masculine power and pleasure, a kind 
of evil.

The harder Dave worked his mouth and tongue on Richard's slit hole, the harder Richard 
pushed against Dave's head with his massive hand.  Richard was only feeling slightly 
aroused by the actions of this inferior being - he tried to intensify the experience by 
placing his hands around his melon sized balls, pulling on them with a force that would 
have easily ripped the testicles from a normal man.  But Richard wasn't "normal" anymore.

The hot pre-cum poured from Richard's cock - Dave chocked as he tried to swallow.

Suddenly, Richard could sense something was happening.

As he pressed Dave's face into the head of his cock, he could feel more resistance.  Dave's 
neck seemed to feel harder, more muscled.  He dug his powerful fingers deeper into the 
back of Dave's neck as it became more resistant to his strength.  Richard's raw aggression 
met with resistance made him more aroused, hungry for more.

Richard looked down on this puny excuse for a being and saw Dave's stomach stretching, 
filling with Richard's pre-cum.  He saw Dave's arms twitch and flex, expanding as Dave 
dug his fingers into Richard's thighs.  Richard's cock throbbed with pleasure - the pleasure 
of destroying and giving life, the pleasure of being a god-like being.

Dave collapsed on the floor in an orgasm of flexing, muscles twitching, and .  Richard 
watched, pleased and aroused, as this being began to transform - Dave's face grew more 
square, hair appeared all over his body, his muscles contorted and expanded in inhuman 
ways, his brows became thick and heavy.

Richard admired his form.  He had created a seven foot muscle beast, lying in the cell, his 
eyes closed.  Even crumpled against the bars, Dave's body was more powerful than any 
oridinary human's.

Richard willed him to his feet.

Dave sprang to his feet, his eyes glazed over, blank, straing ahead like some kind of 
zombie.  Dave - at least Dave's mind - didn't exist anymore.  All that was left was a hugely 
muscled body, free to use as Richard commanded.

Richard didn't know this, at least on a conscious level - he felt it.  His instinct took over 
even more.  He enjoyed the power and that's all that mattered.

Richard admired his own powerful body.  He looked down at his pecs.  He flexed and 
bounced them, feeling so turned on by the hard, erect nipples, larger than any normal 
man's erect cock.  He wanted to lick them.

He felt his mouth open.  His tongue rolled out of his mouth.  But it wasn't like a normal 
man's tongue - this was the long, strong tongue of a demon.  The tongue extended and 
wrapped itself around his left nipple, squeezing it with a force that would crush a normal 
man's skull.  It only made his dick throb more.

Richard felt a strange sensation - his forehead felt numb and hot at the same time.  He 
reached up his meaty hands.  He could feel horns growing on his head - horns made of 
bone harder than steel, bones that punched holes in the concrete in the ceiling of the cell 
above his head.

Richard growled.  He wanted worship from inferior beings.  He wanted to use his power to 
destroy and create.  He wanted even more strength to break, bend, tear and crush.  He 
smelled the strange mix of fear, strength and arousal from all of the men on the cell 
block.  He wanted them to succumb to his own pleasures.

He wanted to use the muscle beast he had created.

Crossing his thick arms over his massive chest, Richard stared at the seemingly lifeless 
form of Dave the minor muscle beast standing in front of him.  Using only the will of his 
mind, he ordered Dave to rip the bars from the cell.

Dave stepped forward and grasped the bars of the cell in his muscled fists.  His forearms, 
biceps and pecs flexed; the iron bars creaked and groaned.  Staring straight ahead with a 
blank expression on his face, Dave tore the bars from their concrete moorings.  He 
stepped through the gaping hole as Richard commanded.

Richard could feel what Dave's body was sensing as the iron bars bent and gave way to 
this muscle beast's strength.  It fed his desires even more.

The cell block was going wild.  Something was affecting the prisoners there - perhaps the 
overwhelming gush of pheromones rushing out of Richard's and Dave's body, the sense of 
panic, of raw masculinity and power.  These were all men who responded to strength and 
power - rapists, murderers, the worst of the worst.

Richard, unable to step through the gap in the bars, simply stepped through them, his 
growing horns ripping through the concrete as he stepped forward, huge claws emerging 
from his toes digging into the floor.  He felt the cold iron bars bending against his arms 
and pecs as he stepped forward, breaking, giving way to his immense power.

Richard walked towards the center of the hallway, three floors of cells on either side.  Dave 
walked in front of him.

When Dave had reached the center of the hallway, Richard willed him to bend over.

He admired the muscled ass of the beast he had created with his cum.  Richard bent over 
slightly, forcing his four foot horse cock up the minor muscle beast's tight ass.  Dave, 
under Richard's complete will and power, was unable to put up any resistance.

Richard felt the head of his cock throb as he pushed his way through Dave's body, forcing 
the enlarged major organs out of the way.  He willed Dave to flex his abs, feeling them 
press against the head of his cock.  He pushed further, right up into the rib cage, and felt 
Dave's superhuman heart beating steadily and deeply against the tip of his cock and 
Dave's strong rib cage bending, but not breaking.

Richard slowly stood up to his full height, lifting Dave off the ground.  He stood there, 
flexing his demonically powerful body, his cock thrust high into the air, the muscled figure 
of Dave, his servant, skewered on Richard's unimaginably large cock.

He willed Dave to flex a most muscular, feeling Dave's muscles contract against his 
member.  It made his cock throb in pleasure.  But he knew he could have more.

Richard closed his eyes.  He blocked out the sound of the men in the cells, going wild with 
a combination of panic and arousal.  He concentrated with his mind.  He concentrated on 
the bars of the cells, willing them to bend to his will, pulling them away from the concrete.  
He concentrated on the men, all muscled, tough hard-asses.  He made them servants of 
his mind, blank, unwavering.

Richard roared as he went into a double biceps pose, stepping back and forth slightly, 
bouncing Dave on his cock.

The men stepped forward, the same blank expression on their faces, towards this supreme 
being in their presence.  Richard saw men on the second and third floors simply step 
forward, falling into the hallway, many feet below.  Ignoring the pain of broken legs and 
bones, some simply got up, the same blankness in their eyes, Richard their ultimate 
destination.

As each man stepped forward, Richard reacted.

For the first two, he bent down and scooped them up in his hands, letting them slide down 
his muscled forearms.  Flexing his arms, he quickly crushed their crotches between the 
mass of his inhuman forearms and biceps, the flared veins throbbing audibly with each 
beat of his heart.  He smelled the blood as it squirted on his flexed biceps, the sensation 
of crushed dicks and testicles making him more aroused.

For another two, he simply grabbed their heads, feeling the weight of their skulls in his 
palms and he pressed his fingers together, snapping heads and bones.  Richard felt their 
bones crack, little by little, the muscles tearing and the soft mass of their brains turing to 
goo in his meaty fingers.

Others, he picked up and smashed into the erect nipples on his massive, muscled pecs, 
enjoying the sensation of broken bones against his unyielding muscle, the sensation of 
jaws opening wide, breaking, trying to swallow his hard nipples, the size of a freaky 
endowed normal man's erect cock.

He willed Dave to crush others in a most muscular pose, feeling Dave's enhanced 
musculature flex against his cock.

Suddenly, without Richard noticing, a door at the end of the hallway gave way.  A dozen 
men in riot gear entered, carting a strange device.  Richard looked up, men hanging on 
every part of his body as he toyed with them, crushed them.  His eyes, glowing red, looked 
at the men and the machine.

The men, soldiers who were trained for this moment, worked quickly, putting the strange 
machine into place.  They turned on the machine and a strange red glow enveloped the 
entire cell block, the beams focused on Richard.

Richard recoiled in horror.  He felt no pain, but it seemed to drain the power from him.  
The prisoners dropped from his body like flies, Dave began to shrink to his normal size.

Richard backed away, his frame growing smaller.  Soon, with the effect of the machine, 
Richard was on his back at the far end of the hallway, slumped against the concrete wall.  
His immense muscle was gone.  He appeared much as he did before he went into the 
experiment.

The soldiers turned off the machine and secured the area.  They aimed guns at the 
remaining prisoners, now fully conscious of the scene around them.

A general stepped forward, examining the scene.

"Very good," he said, grinning.  "Just what we expected.  We should have no trouble in the 
future."

Richard, a shell of the demon he was a few moments ago, seemed to be asleep at the far 
end of the hallway.  He was a normal sized man now, perhaps a little more muscular than 
before.

As the soldiers rounded the men back into their cells and the general turned away, Richard 
felt something stir inside him.  He opened his eyes.  They glowed red .....


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