TRIALS - Chapter 3

By: JOHN


The youthful eyes of number 9 were filled with their lusting desire
for my body as he stood proudly naked before me. He was the youngest
of the qualifiers and his body was a model of young pride. He stood
straight and hard seeking to display every enthusiastically created
muscle he had already acquired. His blond crew-cut 23-year-old body
glistened with virginal passion though I was sure that a young man as
aesthetically built, as he was certainly not a virgin.

I don't think he was fully prepared for the impact seeing my body in
the flesh. I flexed my monstrous muscularity lightly just to see his
reaction to the offered spectacle of muscle beyond his wildest
dreams. As the quality of my muscle sharpened to fill every inch of
my massive being his face grew several shades lighter than the
bronzed tan that covered his entire figure. Then the shadow of his
prominently mounted nipples danced along the lower swells of his
lined pec meat as the rest of his body reacted with visible desire.

He was certainly very well muscled but at 225 pounds was the lightest
of the prospective suitors. Since he was only 5'-7" tall, the muscle
filled out his young body well. I knew that his path to bodybuilding
had been through the competitive training of gymnastics. I remembered
enjoying watching him on TV several times as he demolished the
competition in gymnastics meet after gymnastics meet throughout his
college career.

Even then his body had been full of muscular promise and it was clear
with the body he now possessed that he had chosen to pursue that
physical direction. His years of fighting to prevail over the
parallel bars, rings and vault still defined his muscular form. His
flat, hard stomach muscles filled his waist with moated definition.
Two small veins ran down across the front of his lower abs like wired
feeders disappearing into his shaved groin just above the waving
excitement of his cock.

The stiff plates of ribbed meat that had been his signature pecs from
college gymnastics were now great slabs of fantastic muscle. As the
shadows of his nipples continued their erotic dance atop his quaking
pectorals the moving chest muscles led my eyes outward to the veined
perfection of his arms and shoulders. Years of training had amplified
the width of his shoulders to exaggerate the differential between
their girth and the tightness of his waist.

Mostly I focused on the overall balance of his development. Unlike
many of his fellow gymnasts, his legs were as fully muscled as the
rest of his body and just as beautifully defined. From the hard sweep
of his upper legs into the trimness of his hips and the peaking swell
of his upper glutes, I knew my attention would ultimately be focused
on his signature ass. The mere memory of those luscious cheeks lined
and stretched with their limitless flexibility during the floor
exercises stirred an instant reaction in my own cock.

He seemed to read my thoughts and twisted slightly to one side at the
waist. As the nearer ass muscle curved into view, it became a carved
vision of meaty perfection. The upper portion of the great gluteus
mass rose as the huge lower volume formed into a vast dimpled mound
of striated meat. The thinness of his waist made the image of his
flexed ass cheek all the more desirable.

I had originally questioned myself on his admission into the group of
vying suitors both because of his age and smaller size. I knew that
this was all about muscle for me – huge, endless, all-powerful
muscle. Those who I trusted to do my screening assured me that he had
qualified with the highest genetic score in the entire group.
According to their tests, he possessed the greatest potential for
development enhancement. They also indicated that he was much less
innocent in his drive to possess my muscle than his youthful face
seemed to indicate.

As he continued to twist his foot against the floor to show off the
accomplishment of his ass muscles and legs, I realized that, in spite
of his youth, I wanted his body almost as much as I knew he wanted
mine. As we both knew, there was so much that needed to happen before
either of us could move forward on our mutual lusts.

I forced my mind to remember the brutal experiments during my
imprisonment that had resulted in my current body and in my
unforgiving drive to conquer all that were weaker than me. Society
did not deserve to have a creature as magnificent as me. It owed me
as many lives as I took in payment for taking my life and turning it
into a forced experiment in exchange for letting me live. My captors
had not counted on creating a specimen of muscle so stunning and
spectacular that it was virtually indestructible. When the bars of
their prison finally proved too weak to contain me I simply walked
out with the formulas and vials of their experiment that had created
me as their meager bullets bouncing off of my impenetrable
muscularity.

It was logged, I'm sure, as another crime committed by me but I did
not care. I had my body and now they had nothing.

The young gymnast continued to pose for me. His evocative torso
twisted slowly as the actions transformed into an equally inviting
posing session. He prepared his muscles for their initial measuring
by flexing as hard as he could. His training as a gymnast served as
the basis for many of his unique poses and pumping movements. His
body moved with graceful fluidity as he demonstrated his remarkable
flexibility.

Lifting his hands directly above his head, he interlocked his fingers
together and began to pull his extended arms from side to side. As he
did so, his lats flared wide and his trim waist shifted to the
opposing side. Then he locked his interconnected hands straight over
his head and pushed them up as high as he could while rising up onto
his toes. The resulting image recalled my memories of seeing him on
TV suspended from the still rings high above the floor below. His
stretched torso billowed wide and thick with his distended back
muscles pulled to their maximum expanse and his waist reduced to its
smallest scale.

He forced his arms into a delicious double biceps pose as he brought
them out toward each side. Years of arm work on gymnastic equipment
had given him a great pair of biceps that were full and rich with
joyously peaked muscle and bulbously muscled triceps with matching
volume and power. His arms unfolded and continued down past each
chiseled side. As his hands settled atop the great swell of his tight
meat, he began to lean forward letting his lucky fingers slide over
the deeply defined meat of his upper legs and then over the balled
splendor of his columned calf muscles.

As his arms continued down the length of his legs, he turned on his
feet with precision balance until I had a three-quarter view of his
ass. His waist was so tight that I could still see light shining
through between his billowed pecs and his lower abs. The groping
hands moved over the silky skin of his lower legs and wrapped
themselves tightly behind his ankles. His body folded in half as he
pulled his torso solidly up against his locked quadriceps until the
bulk of his pecs and thighs hugged their voluminous splendor together
and his glutes were fully stretched into great lines of bundled
muscle.

The promise of his warm ass hole lay within my touch just inside the
dark shadow line of his split ass cheeks. My immense cock rose to
attention and I wanted to move in and consume him. There was no doubt
in my mind that he was fully aware of his actions and their intended
affect on me. I fought to control my desires as he shifted into his
next stunning position.

Slowly releasing hold of his ankles. He raised his torso until its
mass was parallel to the floor below. Once positioned, his feet began
to move apart with his legs still locked stiffly straight. As the
space between his legs widened, his inner thighs separated permitting
me a rear view of his inviting ass hole and cream-filled testicles.
His feet remained flat on the floor as they walked miraculously
further and further apart to each side. His torso descended toward
the floor as he worked his body into an amazing split. His arms and
pointed hands were extended to each side as widely as his
unbelievably extended legs. The distance between his feet continued
to widen until his balls kissed the floor.

At the sight of his extraordinarily extended musculature splayed out
before me, it took all my considerable willpower not to step in;
swoop him up in my powerful arms; and mount his offered body onto the
ramrod of my cock. He pushed his torso closer to the ground until the
tips of his pecs were also in contact with the floor before slowly
raising himself up to a standing position. As he turned toward me, I
could see that his body glowed with readiness for measurement, as did
his hot cock.

I stepped forward shaking myself back to the reality that the show he
had just put on was out of his desire to possess my body and me. His
eyes swallowed the scale and grandeur of my massively muscled form
even as I moved in to measure him. He winced noticeably at the sight
of my fully enraged cock. His body shook with reactive convulsions as
the though of the potential of my monstrous cock meat invading the
ass he had just offered so generously shot through his mind. I had
seen that reaction too many times in the past not to recognize it for
what it was.

Pushing the tape I carried down under his hungry balls, I placed it
around his thighs. He flexed for me without direction as I wrapped
the ribbon of measuring fabric around the girth of hard upper leg
meat until the 32" mark was recorded. Next I taped and listed the 20"
balled scale of his flexed calf muscles. Moving to his inviting arms,
I was pleased with the peaked 22" initial diameter. He pushed his
thick lats fat and wide as his sensitive pecs quivered under my touch
when I sought to measure his chest. As the taped encircled his stiff
torso, I played momentarily with his dancing nipples before logging
in his upper torso at a pleasant 52" of solid muscle.

Dragging the tape down, I bypassed his abs and headed directly toward
his begging cock. Pushing one hand to the warm underside of his
groin, I lifted his balls in my palm noting that they were as heavy
and full of creamy promise as they had appeared from behind. For the
first time, I smiled my accolade toward his dreamy eyes. His cock
bore the immensely hard power consistent with his young age. Slight
pain showed in his face as I pushed down on its frozen projection
from his groin. The tape recorded its 7 ½" fullness as I eyed the
veined strength beating within its thick solidity.

Finally, I focused on my body part of choice for him- his waist.
While he had many fine muscular attributes, I was so impressed with
the flexibility and beauty of his waist that I knew it would be the
area of focus for me. He didn't even attempt to reduce its
circumference as the tape licked every inch of the remarkably small
28" muscle-powered waistband. His abs felt like bands of plated steel
dressed in silk to my touch.

Securing the case of syringes, I embarked on my muscle-pricking tour
of his body injecting each major muscle with its share of the
enhancing brew of collected enzymes and genetic materials. His
muscles reacted actively as the fluids surged through his systems
opening the necessary triggers for the needed growth potential.
Within only a few moments he was ready.

For his first exercise he moved to suspended still rings that had
been installed at his request. I had been looking forward to seeing
him running through his routine since he had first asked to work out
in this fashion. I hoisted his beautiful body up so that he could
grasp the waiting rings and stepped back quickly to soak in the image
in the flesh.

I convinced myself that I could already see the growth happening as
he hung from the rings. His lats were ripped wide and flushed with
power. His triceps formed great half-moons of readied muscle and his
waist seemed to disappear beneath the blossomed thickness of his
stretched upper torso. Every cable of meat was stretched to view
across his pulled pecs and his shoulder meat dug into his ears at
each side of his smiling head.

Whenever I had seen this remarkable image before, it had been under
the provocative coverings of his gymnastics uniform. Now his
wonderful body hung fully exposed in all its wanting beauty. The
promise of the pointing fabric that normally hid his cock and balls
from view was gone. The resulting vision of his stunning body hanging
with its heat-hardened cock and the fabulous weight of his testicles
framed by the wealthy of his flexed leg muscles was more wonderful
than I could have dreamed it would be.

His muscles suddenly stiffened and divided into strikingly strained
forms as his arms began to move out and down pulling his enter mass
into a raised cross position on the rings. Deep fissures formed
across the width of his shoulders and pecs as they were called into
demanding action. His triceps became ripped coils of constricted
muscle and his forearms writhed with tendoned power.

He held the cross for several breathtaking seconds before lowering
his body once more and repeating the inspiring motion. He did this
for a third and a fourth time. By the fifth movement the increase in
the scale of the muscle covering his entire upper torso was
strikingly evident. The width and thickness of his struggling lat
meat soon expanded the volume of his stretched torso of almost three
times that of his waist. He continued forcing his body up between the
rings. His chest began to heave with growing exhaustion and expanding
muscle. By the twentieth rep, his pecs and triceps remained full and
rounded with solid meat even when he hung fully suspended.

He raised himself up into the flying cross for the twenty-fifth time
but, instead of drifting back down, he began to raise his straight,
pointing legs up using the power of his fantastically carved abs. In
all my life, I had never seen a chest as ripped with working muscle
as I could see in his as he continued to hold his arms extended
parallel to the floor. Only the sweat shining his body with its
moisture betrayed the power of his struggle.

Repeated leg lifts continued to carve out his sharpening abdominal
muscles until the entire front of his body was anatomically perfect
in it display. He did twenty-five reps again. With each succeeding
rep, the lengthening shadow of his cock on his extended legs bespoke
the growth of its inviting shaft. Even his balls seemed to grow as he
worked through his ring routine.

Comfortable with the results so far, he lowered his body to its fully
extended position again and launched into a series of rotations
designed to pull his arm, back and chest muscles to their max.
Suddenly he stopped and, locking himself into a raised, seated
position with his legs extended forward, he actually moved into a
series of triceps dips using the rings as his positioning guide. The
sharp arm muscles grew into magnificent volumes of spring-coiled
muscle as I watched with want and awe. After over forty dips, he
embarked on one last set of large rotations finally letting go of the
rings. His magnificent body soared through the air and he landed
perfectly and solidly on his feet.

His chest heaved with accomplished pride as mountains of new muscle
shook violently across and around his stupendous torso. His dancing
nipples were all but gone from view beneath the immense swell of new
muscle-mass that had turned the promise of his pecs into fissured
plateaus of densely lined meat.

Without pause, he went to a waiting high-bar. Jumping up, he grabbed
the bar with his palms facing toward him and immediately began a
series of biceps-challenging chin-ups. Twenty reps became fifty and
fifty became one hundred with amazing rapidity. His biceps seemed to
respond to the stimulation of the workout as quickly as the rest of
his torso had. I watched with silent wonder as the great balls
of 'show muscle' expanded with wondrous size and brilliant
definition. By the end of two hundred reps, he possessed a pair of
biceps that complemented the rest of his new upper body in both scale
and sharpness.

Dropping back to the floor after two hundred and fifty reps, His
stupendously pumped and honed body moved into the center of a waiting
squat rack. Releasing the bar from its hold, he forced himself into a
driving set of squats with 1,500 ponds of weight attached. His
magnificent ass responded immediately as new layers of equally
defined and invitingly striated meat deepened their chiseled beauty.
At the same time, his legs swelled larger and harder with new-gained
muscularity. After fifty reps, he increased the weight to one full
ton and repeated the process. Sweat ran from his invigorated body
polishing every muscle to perfection. Apparently satisfied with the
level of upper leg and gluteus accomplishment, he finished with a set
of fifty calf raises using the same ton of weight to propel his calf
muscle to gargantuan proportions.

Wiping his head with a towel, he walked proudly toward me. His new
body was a wonder to behold. There was no doubt in my mind now that
my screeners had been complete correct in their assertions as to his
potential. Anxiously I led him to the scale. His newly acquired
muscle had added 120 pounds to his stunning figure. He now weighed in
at 345 pounds of fantastically carved muscle. In spite of this
amazing gain, he was, somehow, still a vision of gymnastic
perfection. Strength and power oozed from every pour and flowed over
every inch of his naked body.

I grabbed the tape and recorded the gains as quickly as I could.
There was no denying my want for him now and I wanted him to finish
his testing so that he and I could move forward with the life I
wanted to share with him. He flexed his thighs as I recorded a 6"
gain to 38" around. His calf muscles had grown from their former 19"
to a delicious 23"

Then, with his arms held close to his chiseled side muscles, he
balled up his biceps into huge peaks of majestic muscle that, in
combination with his massively pumped triceps, were now 28" of
sharpened muscle. He flexed harder so that both he and I could
appreciate the hot strength of his newly acquired upper arm mass. A
series of netting veins rose like meandering cords trapped between
his paper-thin skin and the fibrous mass of his flexed arm meat. As
he pumped his biceps and triceps, one hand came in contact with my
own hugely flexed 34" upper arm. While we both knew better, I
permitted him this one consideration for the moment so that he could
know the real power of the ultimate muscle. His gazed turned to one
of pure disbelief as his fingers briefly explored an arm muscle that
was several inches larger than his waist and a dense as the marble
that it personified.

He raised his arms above his head and pushed his lats as thick and
wide as possible and tightened his monstrous pecs exposing every
fiber of meat in his new 62" chest measurement. The feel of his
quivering pec meat and the glimmer in his smiling eyes announced his
desire to move forward as quickly as possible, too. I pinched one
raised nipple to let him know of my mutual desire to possess him.

I grew even more anxious with the knowledge that it was time to
secure the juices of his loins so that his amazing genetics could be
added to library of near-perfect specimens that had preceded him.
Laying the tape along the enhanced length of his painfully hard cock,
I was pleased with its new 10" size. This was far from the biggest
that had been created in this process and much small than my own
deadly man-weapon, but it was no less desirable. Not to mention that
it was attached to the front of his magnificent ass. I was counting
the minutes left before that ass was to taste to the glory of my cock.

Lubricating my hands and covering the begging member with a plastic
repository, I began to massage the stiff power of his hot cock. His
body immediately joined into the rhythm of my work. Together we
forced the heat of his lusts to rise to the boiling point. His cock
was as hard as the rest of his striated musculature. Heat flowed from
his throbbing organ into my hands driving their stroking passion. I
let one hand continue to pummel his inflexible organ while the other
sought out the wealth and weight of his huge, dense testicles.

I massaged both of his balls, stirring the juices to readiness, as my
other hand became a flurry of excited movement up and down the thick
shaft of his steeled cock. His insanely carved muscles tensed
gorgeously as his body launched the first deposit of cum into the
waiting vessel covering the end of his hot cock. By the third
convulsion of ejaculating cream, he had filled the pouch to capacity
yet he continued to release a stream of cum. He kept shooting cum and
forcing it into the pressurized plastic bulb until the sac threatened
to burst. Finally, the constrictions of muscle that signaled each
succeeding ejaculation began to lessen in intensity.

I removed the cock sheathing but cum continued to drip from his cock.
I wiped it onto into my hands. I wanted to taste his hot cream but
knew I could not yet do so. Instead, I lifted my hands to his mouth
and let him suckle on the final drainings of his own cum. He licked
my hand clean and smiled as he swallowed the last of his hot juice.
In what was probably a combination of youthful reaction and knowing
want, he placed one of his hands on the top of my cock.

His gaze turned to shock as he sensed the power of my own gigantic
organ. As gently as I could, I moved his hand away. He smiled
apologetically as he remembered the incorrectness of that contact.
Now we both wanted him to complete his tasks so that he could
understand the true greatness of my cock and my body.

I went to the array of waiting weapons and came back with a
dangerously sharpened spear. The head of the spear quickly widened
into a deadly sweep of forced steel that twisted into a pair of
ripping hooks of steel that would ensure maximum destruction to the
interior of anyone or anything they invaded.

At my request, he tensed his stupendously muscled abs in preparation
for my assault. I knew the power I had felt it in his muscles and
couldn't wait to complete this simple test. I had selected the spear
more for the trimness of its shaft than for the potential of its
point. I admitted to myself that I was purposely choosing an object
that would be most easily overwhelmed by his beautifully enhanced
musculature.

I forced the tip of the blade against his abs just below his naval. I
began to press. The more I pressed, the more he tightened his stomach
muscles. His abs became fissured with intensity with each plate of
muscle flatly mounted and surrounded with a moat of defining
tendoning. The tip of the spear pearced the thin, thin skin resulting
in a light dribble of blood that traced the route of one vein down
toward its intrusion into his lower groin and cock shaft.

The spear shaft began to bend as I increased the pressing. I was
still several feet from him so I had a glorious view of his
unspeakably beautiful muscles all working on concert against my
efforts. His pecs, shoulders and arms were twisted with fans of
cabled meat. His legs were coiled into sharply defined muscularity as
he dug their power against the floor to resist my driving forces
against him. His face was raw with focus as he held his breath to
reinforce his efforts. He crunched down harder on his abs giving them
the appearance of a great wall constructed from roughly honed rocks,
each mortared impenetrably into position.

I pondered how his youth was both a wonderful and confusing dilemma
as we continued to force the shaft to arc more sharply between my
grasp and his abdominal wall. He and I could both sense that the
wooden pole was near its breaking point. He inhaled one more deep
breath to augment the power of his ab muscles. I screamed as he did
so but I was too late.

In the act of seeking reinforcing oxygen, he had unknowingly
permitted the hardness of his magnificent abdominal musculature to
relax just enough to allow the deadly, unforgiving blade its
opportunity. The dull silver finish of the steel blade disappeared
into his gut. I could feel the density of his abdominal meat crushing
down on the sliding metal as he tried to compress his strength
suddenly around the invading steel. The slicing spearhead ripped
through the wound in the enveloping hardness forcing itself into the
cavity of his handsome body. The twinned steel hooks on either side
of the blade tore a wide slice through several waiting internal
organs. Blood spilled from the tear in his flesh painting his lower
abs and cock with a running river of red.

With one last unbelieving gaze, he died. I cried that night for the
first time in many years as I beat off to the memory of his flexing
image hanging ready and waiting for me from the still rings. I swore
I would not cry again. After all, no one would have cried for me had
I died during the excruciating tests and training that had been used
to force my body to it current immense level of honed perfection. Nor
had anyone cared about me when they condemned me to a life in prison
for manslaughter. All I had wanted was the money that had been stolen
from me by the fraudulent banking scam. Someone had had to pay for
that.

I got my money; I got my revenge; and now I could get even with the
society that had treated me so uncaringly. He had known the potential
price and he had paid it. That was his issue, not mine. Still, I had
to admit, it had been a great body.