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Part 2


- "That was some pretty good blows..." ssaid Slayton smiling as he was holding his chin and rubbing it slowly.
- "I know..." replied the hunky kick boxxer in a smile..."and it is just the beginning..."
- "Great !! I love to have fun !!' The ssailor was nearly laughing. On his georgous face, the smile grew, allowing the 
marine to see his perfect white teeth.
      Jenhings gave away his laughter:
- "I swear you will not have fun for tooo long !!"
- "Oh really !!!" The huige sailor begann to walk toward his opponent. The guys in the gym was looking at him, raising 
their head to see his face better. Some were hypnotyzed by the size of his arms as they moved slowly on the side. 
They were so large, so powerful. He was smiling, defying his enemy. "Because to tell you the truth, I never received 
such pathetic punches in my whole life."
Jenhings looked at him, shocked."You really thought those punches of yours could have this effect on me ?... Oouups, 
sorry, I'm a pretender..." He was laughing, a scaring, manly soft laught. 
- "You are bluffing !!... I saw your facce when you received my blows, you were hurt !!"
- "Hurt ??!!... I don't even know what tthis word means !!... Ha, ha, ha... You are so pathetic !!" He was now just in front 
of Jenhings. His height, his weight, his size, his definition... He was overmatching Jenhings on every levels. The 
marine was looking up at his face. The larg chin of the sailor was covered by sweat, captured in his short blond 
beard. SOme drop of sweat were falling, running onto his muscular neck. His deep blue eyes were percing his own 
soul, they were full of strength and arrogance. Slayton put slowly his hands on his hips: "So come on, here we go 
again... But this time, no more play !! And try to hit me harder, ok ???!!!"
- "You will regret to make a fool of me,, big boy !!!" Jenhings clenched his right fist. His bones were nearly cracking as 
he clenched it to the max. He sent it in a slow motion behind his torso and lanched a furious punch directly in 
Slayton's abs. BBBBAAAAMMMMM. But nothing happened. The fist was still on the bricks'wall that, for some people 
you could call abs. Jenhings couldn't beleived his eyes. His fist was hurting, as if he just hit a marble stone. The body 
of Slayton hadn't moved an inch. Nothing, no reaction. The marine removed his fist, staring at it, amazed. Slayton was 
smiling broadly. Jenhings looked up and crossed his eyes. 
- " Whatthefuck...." was all he could whhispered.

      Slayton inclined his head on the side a little, still smiling.
- "Maybe you are a left hand, you know.... Why don't you try with your other hand ??..."
Jehings regained his composure.
- "Hummmffff... Laugh as you can... You  will eat you teeth soon...."
He quickly clenched his other fist and sent a powerful blow in his opponent's abs. No effect again. Then, another right 
punch, and another left, right, left.... The blows were falling like meteors. 
BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMM
MM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM...BBBAAMMMM... 
      Matthew was looking at the scene in awe. The sailor was totally impassive. His body was totally immobile, 
insensitive to the mighty attack of Jenhings. It was unbelievable. The marine was painting hard, gaving all his might in 
each blow. His body was tensed to the max. The power of the blows seemed unbelievable. His huge arms moving so 
fast, hitting so hard the midsection of Slayton. Matthew was quivering... "Oh my god... This man is... It can't be true... 
I'm dreaming... His abs... How could they be that hard ???... I want to feel them... What could it feel like to touch them, 
those hard brick of steel ??... I want to know..." But something brutally ended his thoughts : Slayton sent him a quick 
look on the side. It was very quick but the young stud saw it. "He looked at me ???.. He looked at me !!... " His heart 
was racing. The punching was going on, Slayton was still showing any trace of pain but Jenhings, him, was sweating 
a lot and straining very hard. The rythm of his blows was decreasing. He suddenly stopped and jumped back.
- "SHIT !!! BUT WHO THE HECK ARE YOU ????!!!... NOONE CAN RESIST THOSE BLOWS LIKE THAT !!!" He was 
furious. He shoke his fists, as if they were in fire. They were in fire. He was jumping on the spot, trying to regain his 
calm. Slayton didn't move. He was still looking at him.
- " So, try in my face... maybe you'll bbe luckier..." 
Jenhings just roared and jumped toward Slayton, his right fist ready to strike. The blow left with an amazing speed, 
crushing on the sailor's chin. Slayton's head turned a little under the shock and the fist went on his way, on the side. 
Jenhings lost nearly his balance. But he quickly send another blow. BBBAAMMMM... Same little reaction... another one 
BBBAAMMMM.... The head of Slayton was turning a little on the side but that was it. His hands were still on his hips, 
his confident smile on his face. The blows obviously didn't hurt him at all. Jenhings was panicking. "No... It's a 
nightmare... My strongest punches have no effect on him... And his eyes... He is always looking at me with those 
eyes... and his smile... Shit !!! Who the hell is this guy ??...." 
      Matthew was staring at Slayton's massive neck. It was like a column of marble, striated by powerful, defined 
cable muscle, crossed by veins on his base and totally covered by sweat. It was nearly not moving during the assault. 

      Suddenly all stopped. The crow whisperred, wondering what was happening. Slayton had blocked with his left 
hand the right fist of the young marine. 
- "You really need some improuvment, youu know..." His voice was emotionless. Jenhings tried to fight back, trying to 
pull out his fist from the huge hand of the sailor. After all those effort, his body was totally pumped. His arms, ripped 
and veiny, grew even more as they were making their effort to deliver his hand. But it was definitely blocked. Matthew 
felt a rush in his spinal column. Seeing Jenhings, this amazing strong fighter, so easily handled by Slayton... The 
sailor was so huge, a really mountain of thick hard muscles... So ripped even unflexed, so massive. A musclegod in 
all his glory. That was too much for Matthew.... He was mesmerized by the larg forearm of Slayton. But something 
caught his attention... a new vein appeared on the huge forearm's muscles. And another... Jenhings moved a little. 
Slayton was clenching his fist, slowly. The forearm was swelling a little and new veins were running on it. The huge 
biceps grew as well. The pression on Jenhings's hand must have been terrible. Slayton was totally immobile, except 
for his left hand, of course. Jenhings tried to countained a scream of pain and grabbed firmly the sailor's wrist with his 
other hand, trying to make him break free. He was shocked when his hand touch the muscular wrist. "God... It's so 
hard, so thick... Noone can be that hard !!..." But Slayton increased the pressure. His huge arm grew even more, 
getting even more ripped each second. The fist began to crack.
- " AARRGGGHHH !!!! STOP THAT !!! YOU ARRE BREAKING MY HAND !!!! ARRGGHHHHHHH !!!!"
- "You want me to stop ???... But why ????... I'm just beginning to have fun here !!" Slayton was looking at his opponent 
right in the eyes. Jenhings looked back at him with a desperate look. "He is panicking..." though Matthew "Jenhings is 
totally panicking, he is scared..."
- "You can't do that.... you can't... yoou can't breake my hand like that... We have rules here... on this... on this ship... 
We're comrad....We are all in the army... remember..."
- "I don't care about the rules, assholee !! I'm not your comrade and noone attacks me without paying the full price !!... I 
do what I want, ok ??..." Slayotn was more aggressive now. His smile had dissapeared and his blue eyes were 
threatning. He clenched his fist even more.
CCCCRRRRAAAACCKKKKKK...
- "YYYYAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH !!!!!" Jenhings were nearly crying as the pain was unbearable. 
"STOP !!!"
- "You have to pay for your insolence !!!"
      Jenhings looked around in panick.
- "YOU GUYS !!! HELP ME !! DO SOMETHING  !!!!!" But noone around moved. Matthew couldn't believe the scene under 
his eyes. Jenhings was asking for help. His big arm, flexed, still trying to get free was so impressive but nothing 
compare to the mighty size of Slayton's. The marine began to punch nervously the massive forearm but it was 
useless.
Slayton turned slowly his head and looked at Matthew. 
- "You !! Come here !!!"
The young marine nearly jumped by surprise. He was staring at the blond musclegod in awe, but his body was 
unable to move.
- "I said : Come here !!!!!" repeat the  muscular sailor with anger in his voice. A man behind Matthew caught his arm 
and whispered softly :
- "Kid, don't !!!... This man is too danngerous..." But Matthew finally succeeded to move, freeing his well muscled arm 
from the man grip. He had to approach this man another time.
- "Ok come closer, a little behind my leeft arm." The sailor was smiling now. A seductive and devilish smile. Jenhings 
was still fighting desperately to free his arm. Matthew stood like that, looking at the huge arm in front of him and at 
Jenhings, behind it, unable to move back.
- "You wanna feel it, don't you ??..."
      Matthew raised his head. Slayton was looking at him above his shoulder. He had the same smile, a smile to 
die for. "Does he really want me to touch them or is he just teasing me ???.. " The thoughts were rushing in his mind. 
He couldn't take the risk to touch Slayton without being sure he was really allowed to. 
- "What are you waiting for.... Touch thhem !!" The young marine was feeling dizzy. He was looking at the massive 
shoulder. A really glob of power, striated, filled with muscles, muscles and muscles. His hand was trembling as it 
was making his way to the round muscle. He was speechless. When his fingers touched the paper skin of the sailor, 
he couldn't help saying softly a "Holly shit !!". The skin was soft and warm, but Matthew couldn't imagine those 
muscles to be that hard. It was beyond imagination. His hand was totally touching the round mass now. He rubbed it 
slowly, feeling under his palm all the striation of the muscles. The fibers were so defined, he wanted to press his 
hand even more into the muscles but it was useless, the deltoid was so thick and hard. His hand was moving in 
circle, feeling the huge shoulder on all its surface. . Suddenly, his fingers felt a huge veins. Even it, was hard as steel. 
It was the vein which was going down, crossing the huge biceps in the middle. Matthew followed it. He moved his 
head on the side instead of seeing it better. "Waaoohhh, it's as big as my forefinger !!!" The hand of the young stud 
was covering the half part of the biceps. The muscular glob was so larg, full of energy. Matthew rose his other hand to 
feel the other side of the biceps. His fingers were crossing on the muscle, rubbing it, massaging it passionately. He 
never felt like that. All the world around had dissapeared. It was just him and this powerful musclegod. He lowered 
his hands to feel the mega huge triceps. His size was freaky. The horseshoe shape was incredibly prononced. All the 
veins, crisscrossing everywhere seemed to be iron cables, big ropes of steel running under the skin so thin, ready to 
explode it.
- "Help... me, little... little bastard....."
Matthew turned his head and so Jenhings looking at him angrily. His face was contorted by pain. 
- "What are... are you waiting...arrghhhhh... for do something !!..." But Matthew didn't move.
- "You chose your side ??..." Matthew tuurned and raised his head. Slayton was still looking at him, smiling. 
-"Yes !!" replied Matthew. "Definitely !!!!". The sailor's smile grew bigger.
- "What is your name, kid ?"
- "Matthew, sir !!"
- And you like what you feel, Matthew ???..."
- "I've never felt something that hard bbefore..."
- "It's normal, kid, there's nothing harrder than that in this world. My body is an achievement of the human form. A 
dedication to pure power, to full strength. And I love to show it !!..." Slayton's voice was deep and calm. "Oh god !! He is 
so sure of himself... His body is so impressive... He is so proud... But who wouldn't with a body like that..." thought 
Matthew in a flash.
- "Do you want me to achieve him ??..."  Matthew was near to faint.
- " I.. I .. I `d love to see those hugee muscles of yours in action, yes !!..." said the young marine, extatic.
- "So, stepped back and watch !!..." Mattthew complied. Slayton turned his head to look at Jenhings. 
- "It seems that the one who said you weere invincible wants to see you beaten now... How does it feel, loser ??... " 
Jenhings looked at Matthew enraged.
- "YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT !!! YOU WILL PAAY, ASSHOLE !!!!!"
- "Tss, tss, tsss...." Slayton was sayinng no with his head. "It's not a way to treat my true worshipper, loser. You 
definitely have all wrong...."
He clenched his hand even more around the destroyed fist of the marine. This latter yelled in pain, his knees bending 
as if he was fainting. Slayton made pivotate his torso on the left, showing the side of this right arm to the poor marine. 
He slowly raised his arm straight and stopped when it arrived at the horizontal position. The part between the biceps 
and the forearm was just under the right wrist of Jenhings. 
- "What... what are you... doing ???..."" asked the marine, totally lost.
Slayton evilishly smiled.
- "Just finishing the job." With that hee began to raise, his forearm. The biceps began to grow. Jenhngs was watching 
the back of his arms growing, as Matthew did, few minuts ago. But suddenly, he realized what was happening, his 
wrist was now trapped, blocked, between the forearm and the expanding biceps. Slayton removed his hand from the 
right fist, freeing it, but as Jenhings's wrist was now trapped, the right arm of the marine was still paralysed. 
      Jenhings tried to react but it was too late. He began to push with his left hand on the massive arm, as if he was 
trying to free Excalibur from its rock. His face couldn't hide his panick. The more the forearm was raising, the more the 
pression on his wrist was increasing. He tried to block the raising of the forearm. But it was impossible. He was 
straining hard, pushing his all his might, with all the weight of his body but the huge forearm was unstoppable. The 
arm of Slayton was bending more and more. The biceps was swelling in montruous proportions. Jenhings `s eyes 
was wide opened. His wrist was hurting now. The forearm and the biceps were forming the hardest vice ever created. 
The muscles of the huge wrist of the kickboxer began to be cruched against eachothers. Jenhings began to punch 
the massive arm, hitting him with his free fist, using it like a hammer. It was uneffective to. So, he hold fermely the big 
deltoid and violently send his left knee hitting the low part of Slayton's back. One, twt three times... But Slayotn was 
receiving the kneeblows without reacting. He went on flexing his inhuman arm. Some cracking could be heard. 
- "WAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH..." Jenhings stoopped his attacks, unable to move any part of his body, his right 
hand was placed on Slayton's huge biceps, in a last try to stop the crushing but nothing could be done. He was 
crying, helpless, screaming at the same time The pain was terrible. 
- "PLEASE, STOP !! YOU WON !! OK ??!!.... NOW STOP !!!!!"
- "You must be kidding, right ??!!..." aasked the sailor, seriously. He flexed his arm harder. "You think I'm that kind of 
guy... You don't know me !!" He bent his arm even more. The cracking sounds were scary. The forearm and the biceps 
were pulverazing Jenhings's hard wrist. In a sudden flex, The sailor achieve the work destruction. Jenhings was 
shouting loudly, in agony.
In the crowd, the guys were commenting:
- "That's it, it's finished, the masscree is over..."
- "Jenhings is totally destroyed, his riight fist was his best weapon..."

Slayton rose his left hand and grabbed his right own fist.
- "NO !!" SHouted Slayton. The crowd shuut. "The job is not finished yet !!..." He turned his head and send a look at 
Matthew. He brutally bent his arm even more, using and adding the strength of his left arm. The forearm finished to 
grind the destroyed wrist. Jenhings was screaming desperately.
- "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!..."
Matthew was amazed. Slayton was still staring at him, emotionless, even noticing the ultimate pain of the defeated 
marine. He suddenly broke the hold, freeing the wrist of Jenhings. The marine felt on his kness, holding his mashed 
wrist, he was breathing heavily, still emetting some little shouts of pain, crying in agony. Slayton made a step forward. 
The marine raised his head. The torso of Slayton was so impressive. His pecs, covered in part by his white tanktop 
were so thick and huge that he was barely unable to see Slayton's face. The marine looked so small, so weak, 
compared to this mountain of muscles.
- "Noone is able to stop me, insect !!"  Slayton lowered his torso and grabbed Jenhings by the hairs. He lifted him 
easily on his feet. The right arm of Jenhings was laying on the side, lifeless. "I'm going to achieve you now !!.."
      Jenhings `s face showed his total panick. He was saying no with his head, hysterically. 
- "Don't... Please, stop !! Please... I  will do whatever you want... If you want I can go and you'll never see me again... 
or... or I can worship your body too... if you want me to..."
Slayton was looking at him with disguss in his face. His eyes were like in fire. It was as if he was hating Jenhings of 
all his soul since centuries.
- "You're such a pathetic loser... I havve all the guys I want here to worship me as I have to be... I don't need you for 
nothing. Except to show to all of them my incredible power." Finishing his sentence, he stroke a powerful punch in 
Jenhings's midsection.
BBBBBAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM... The marine's feet didn't touch the ground anymore, his body totally carried by the 
powerful blow. His eyes were bulging. His mouth opened, exhaling all the air countained in his lungs. Slayton quickly 
removed his fist and dropped Jenhings's hair. The marine fell loudly on the floor. His body was in a foetal position, 
his arms crossed in front of his destroyed abs. His mouth was wide opened, gasping for air.
- "So, one punch and you're on the mat ???.. How can you claim yourself one of the most powerful kick boxer of the 
world ???..." Slayton was standing close to him, his huge arms on the side, as if he was waiting for Jenhing to stand 
up and go back fighting. "Don't tell me it's already over..."
      But Jenhings was totally unable to speak. Slayton didn't move. He was looking at him. Seconds passed.
- "How... could... could you be that strrong... Noone could... be that ... strong..." The marine was nearly whispering. 
Slayton smiled.
- " That was the reason why Roger was heere. He wanted to introduce me. But I wanted to do it my way. In fact, I didn't 
plain to act like that but you were to good to be true. A cocky, arrogant muscled guy... like those I love to destroy. Maybe 
that if you have known who I was before, you never wanted to start a fight against me. Yes, my strength is immense, 
unreal. Actually it is real. That's why I'm here. I'm the ultimate weapon of this squad. The best soldier, the best 
marine, formed for special missions."
      Jenhings moved a little, tried to knee as he could. He was still broken in two.
- "But how could you... you be that stroong ????..."
- "Well, we all have our little secret... Hummm, The general Masterson want this squad to know everything about me 
so I have to tell you this. I seems to be secret defense, so... Well, I have been chosen, two years ago, to be the 
champion of the US marines. I was the strongest man around, fearsome, good fighter... They enhanced my body."
All the guy around whispered.
- "All my squeleton is covered with titaanium, making my bones indestructible."
The croud gasped.
- "And all my muscles..." He lowered hiss head, watching his own body. "All those gorgeous muscles had been 
combined with organic titanium too. Every fibers of my body are as hard as a titanium rock. It increases my resistance 
to shock, my strength, my speed. I'm a masterpiece. I'm pure energy. You have seen nothing of what I'm really 
capable of. My body is so hard that I can crush, destroy anything I want with it." He turned to the crowd. "I'm a fucking 
god !!"
The crowd was speechless. Noone was moving. Slayton looked at Matthew.
- "Come here, worshipper !!" Matthew steepped forward, he was fascinated by the man in front of him, he couldn't 
imagine how powerful this body could be. He was looking so strong but seemed to be thousand and thousand times 
even stronger. His power seemed infinite. 
- "You wanna feel something you never feelt before ??..." Matthew nodded. "So put your hand on those pecs and feel 
their power. Fell their hardness..."
      Matthew moved his hand slowly. The white tanktop was covered with sweat, especially between the pecs. They 
were so round, so striated. The clivage was unbelievable. Matthew put his hand on the right one. God !! It was like 
touching a marble statue. They were unflexed but already hard as stone. Matthew rose his head a little, Slayton was 
smiling at him. Seductively, cockily. 
- "SO, Matthew ??... What do you think oof that ??...."
- "God, it's amazing. you're not flexingg them but they are harder than any pecs I've ver touch in my life..."
- "Have you felt his ?" said Slayton, shhowing with his head the marine, next to them.
- "Yes, but there is nothing to compare  with yours. Yours are so larger, so thick and... DAMN, so fucking hard !!"
      Matthew's hand was massaging all the visible part of the huge muscle. His palm was stopped by the fabric of 
the tanktop. He wanted to go down, he wanted to feel the tit. Taking all his courage, he raised his other hand and 
grabbed the fabric. He pulled on it slowly down, revealing the larg pec in all its glory. It was something to see. Matthew 
had to pull further than he thought to see the tits, the muscle was so big. But it finally appeared. It was so larg too. 
Matthew's fingers moved down ready to feel it. When he did, he felt a shiver in Slayton's body. The man was maybe in 
Titanium but visibly not insensible. He tried to pinch it but it was to hard for him. Meanwhile, as he was rubbing it, 
Slayton moaned softly in pleasure. Matthew was looking at the big tit. He wanted to lick it. He moved his head closer. 
But the huge hand of Slayton grabbed his head before he reached it. Matthew froze. This guy could so easily kill him. 
"I'm dead... I'm dead !! What have I done, he will kill me for that..." He closed his eyes. Slayton was immobile, nothing 
was happenning. Matthew reopenned his eyes and looked at Slayton's face. This one was still smiling at him 
arrongantly.
- "You'll have to wait for that..." And  turning his head to Jenhings, he added : "And I have something to finish first !!"
      He overturned. Matthew was so close of him. His back was hiding all his view. It was so larg. Slayton grabbed 
Jenhings by the hairs again with his left hand. He moved slowly his right fist, clenched, behind his head. As he did 
this, his back spread even larger. Matthew was suffocated. The V-shape was astonishing. The right arm of Slayton 
was flexing behind his head, as if he was making a single back biceps pose. Matthew was watching at the back of the 
sailor. All those muscles, moving, sliding the ones against the other, growing with power. His narrow waist was 
emphasis the impression of power of this mass of muscles. His torso seemed to weight a ton. "And all this is in 
Titanium... "Matthew moved hies look slowly, contemplating the view of this muscles' organisation. He stared at the 
clenched fist : "I can't imagine the power that can be carry by this lethal weapon. Not only his fist must be one of the 
hardest thing in the world but the arm that will send it is a real central of power...Slayton was looking at Jenhings with 
anger. His jaws clenched brutally as he flexed his arm and back totally. 
- "I never send little blows, dude..." JJenhings was saying no with his head, asking for mercy. "I can't even say I'm 
sorry..." A devilish contracted smile appeared on his face. And the fist landed like a meteor. The blow was terrifying. 
BBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...

      Jenhings `s head was ejected violently on the side. Some hairs of Jenhings stayed in the cleched hand of 
Slayton which was holding the marine. Blood was flying from his mouth, with some teeth in it. Jenhings leaned 
forward, knock out. But before his torso touched the ground, Slayton grabbed him again by the hair. He raised him a 
little and sent his left fist, which had ended its run under his right armpit, directly on Jenhings's chin, a second time. 
The back of his fist exploded the marine's jaw. Once again, the hair was unable to countain the power of the blow and 
Jenhings `s body flew back. The marine fell on the floor, immobile. His mouth was in blood.
Slayton looked at him, showing no emotion. He straighted up totally, turned his head to Matthew:
- "It's over." He looked at the men arouund. "If someone asks you something, tell that he felt in the stairs, ok??..."
      Noone responsed.
- "OK ??!!!"
The guys nodded shily. They were so scared. In three punches, the blond giant had destroyed one of the stronger guy 
they've never seen.
Slayton looked again at Matthew and added :
- "Matthew... Come on follow me... I wannt to show you few things" Saying that he overturned. Matthew followed the 
powerful fighter out of the gym, without any clue on what will happen next.

end of part 2