TRIALS - Chapter 5

By: JOHN


His disposition appeared to be as brutal as the muscle enveloping his
naked body. As Number 12's piercing eyes sized me up, only the
slightest hint of his awe over the spectacle of my body was apparent.
He flexed his body solid and forced his arms out from his sides using
his winged lats and tensed muscularity to impress me. Even unflexed,
I knew that I was still significantly bigger and sharper than him. He
flexed harder trying to push his muscle to a scale significant to
frighten me but it did not work. I knew my power and I knew his
reputation.

He was big all right. At 310 pounds, he was the biggest of all the
selected suitors. Had it not been for his obvious and well-documented
involvement with HGH and steroids, he probably would have won every
major bodybuilding contest in the world. As it was, he was, indeed a
great monument to muscular development in spite of the telltale roid-
gut and bitch-tits that spoiled his otherwise stellar development.

I didn't care about his steroid abuse. I wanted muscle; lots and lots
and lots of muscle; and he had it. I wasn't completely sure how the
chemicals that had helped produce his current body would react to our
own special elixir, but I liked what I saw so far. Years in prison
had sharpened the rough side of me that made his punk-like attitude
appealing. If he succeeded and wanted to play it a little rough, I
knew I could handle it and part of me wanted to play that way, too.

He took a couple of steps toward me so that the harsh light of the
chamber would exaggerate the thickness of his flexing muscles more.
Long shadows formed beneath his mountainous pecs and spheroid
deltoids. Each bloated abdominal on his curving midsection became
sharply defined by the light as his heaving, protruding gut cast its
shadow over his lower groin. The olive-tan of his latin skin also
helped to present his muscle in its best light. A small trimmed
goatee and wrapping pencil line of mustache designed to reinforce his
stern demeanor were the only hair on his body. His cock was already
hard and poked out from the darkness like a horizontal fireplug. It
was not terribly long but it was astonishingly thick.

Sucking in his waist, he shifted his clenched fists to his sides and
pushed his abs out as far as he could. His pecs rose into shredded
moons of lined meat with his high, hard nipples pointing their
warning fingers of flesh directly at me. His face was not handsome
and his angry appearance was enhanced by the reflection of the light
off of his shaved head. I was not terribly fond of tattoos but the
etched chain images around the widest part of his flexed biceps and
triceps seemed appropriate on him.

More than anything, the size of his upper legs and the wealth of
upper glute muscle that peaked out at each side had caught my eye. I
had seen him posing on DVD's and videos before. All you had to see
was his ass to know who he was. It was reputed to be the biggest,
most cut and hardest in the bodybuilding world – next to mine, but no
one knew of mine yet. Like me, he had also done time in jail. My self-
shortened stint had been for manslaughter and bank robbery, his had
been for steroid sales. Non-the-less, it was a life experience we
both shared.

It was clear that he was a man committed to this challenge and to his
desire to succeed. Since he was already pumped, we wasted no time in
getting started. With the measuring tape in hand I stepped up to his
stiffened body. He raised up his left bicep with an obvious smirk of
pride on his face. The tattooed chaining expanded as his skin
stretched to envelope the chiseled balls of his flexed biceps and
triceps. Etched lines covered the surface of the muscle and each
fibered segment of his bicep muscle was sharply displayed. The full
belly of his distended triceps fleshed into a great egg-shape of
coiled muscle beneath the massive bicep. I wrapped the tape around
the inflexible arm mass and recorded the 24" diameter. It was a great
arm, but not nearly as large or as dense as my own super-enhanced 35"
marvels of muscle.

He pumped and jostled his chest and lats for me several times to try
and show off the thickness of his muscles and the control he had over
them. I was moderately impressed but did not share that with him.
After several playful gyrations, he finally locked his torso meat
into hardened display so that I could tape it. His chest and lats
came in at an approving 60" It would have been much more impressive
had it not been for his 35" waistline – even with is sucked in as
tight and hard as possible.

Then I got to his thighs. They were true monsters of deeply defined
muscle. Their 35" girth were shredded to perfection and covered with
a wealth of heavy veining that made them look all the more sharp and
impressive. His calf muscles had been built to pair well with his
upper legs. He rose up on his toes several times so that I could see
just how well formed and cut his 23" calf muscles were.

As I prepared to measure his cock, I took a moment to encourage him
to turn so that I could see his signature ass. He did not hesitate
and spun proudly around until the light was just right. Spreading his
legs wide, he pushed his torso down on his out-bent knees forcing his
ass cheeks to become shredded visions of magnificent muscle. Their
massive meatiness still held them tightly together along the
stratified cleft between them. Cord after cord of sharply bundled ass
muscle exploded into view.

As he raised his body back up while still keeping his legs stiffly
pointed and apart, his gluteus muscles put on a performance of
crystallized muscle motion that brought my cock to instant attention.
Breaking my own rule, I let my hands ride on the surface of the
sculpted ass muscles as they flowed with the feel of carved lava
hardening under my touch. His ass begged to be fucked and I wanted to
be the one to do it. It would prove to be an interesting challenge –
the monumental muscle of his ass verse the deadly scale and power of
my cock. It would be the fuck vision of a lifetime. There was no
doubt in my mind that my cock and his ass were meant to partner
together.

For now, however, there was the waiting competition. I mentally
admonished myself for my breech of the rules as I moved back in front
of the flexing suitor. I could see that his cock was as excited as
mine. When he finally got to see my own monster organ in its aroused
glory, his whole body shook with fearful disbelief. There was no
comparison between his current cock size and mine. His cock measured
only 6" in length. However, it was also about 2" in diameter and the
glowing cock head looked like a broad cone glued on to the end of the
columned shaft.

Measuring completed, I gave him the series of injections needed
before he could begin his exercises. If he experienced any discomfort
with the shots, he did not show it. Perhaps his experiences with
steroids had made him used to the feel of the needles penetrating his
muscled body or, maybe it was all part of his cocky, gruff attitude.
While his face showed no reaction, his muscles certainly did. The
muscles began to quake with the now-familiar response to the fluids
invading their fibrous masses. The shuttering twitches continued for
about two minutes. Then his body was ready.

He began with his back. Leaning over the padded cushion of the lat-
row machine he grasped the handles of the bars onto which he had
loaded 1,800 pounds of weight. He had arrogantly referred to this as
his "warm up" set. His lats spread out wide as he reached forward.
Their extended mass flowed down and unfurled like two sweeping
umbrellas of rippling muscle. He grunted his start. The vast smooth
sheets of his exposed lats turned instantly into a pair of deeply
ridged power-filled fans. As he pulled the weights toward each
balling shoulder of muscle, his back muscles shifted and writhed
beneath the thinness of his covering skin.

Fifty perfect reps later, he paused just long enough to add another
500 pounds to the bar. Folding his expanding lats back over the
cushioned pad, he performed a second muscle-exploding set of thirty
reps. He pushed the weight to 2,500 pounds for the third set. I
watched from one side as the stretch on each rep pulled the
enveloping meat of his lats further and further out and down. When he
pulled the weight up, all of his back muscles coiled thicker and more
defined each time along the ever-deeper valley along the length of
his spine. By the fifth set, he was up to an astonishing 3,000 pounds
and I could see that the scope and density of his lats and back
muscles were drawing dangerously close in size and richness to mine.

Sitting back on the small bench attaché to the same piece of workout
equipment, he used the padded cushion over which his abs had just
laid as the brace for his preacher curls. Grabbing a 250-pound
dumbbell, he pushed his biceps into Rocky Mountain peaks of shredded
muscle with a tireless set of 50 reps of alternating curls for each
bicep. For each successive set, he moved to 50 more pounds on the
dumbbell. His biceps grew huge with hard-powered muscle. The veining
on his fissured muscles were cable thick and looked as solid as the
muscle-meat itself. The links of the tattooed chain surrounding his
flexing arm muscles expanded until they, too, looked as if they were
about to burst right off of his skin. By the time he was done, his
biceps were so voluminous that he could lean over easily to kiss
their mountained peaks at the top of each tantalizing curl.

His triceps were next to surrender to his steamy workout. Placing a
pair of flat benches about a yard apart and parallel to each other,
he had me load down his bloated thighs with 1,000 pounds of pressing
metal plates before he started his first set of triceps dips. I moved
behind him so that I could watch as his gargantuan lats and
ballooning triceps fought against one another to occupy the same
limited space. The meat of his triceps became lined with etched
muscle and carved with reinforcing veining as they swelled with white-
hot meat. The horseshoe shaped triceps hollows moved in and out of
shadowed darkness as great overhanging cliffs of fibrous muscle
rounded out into precipitous cantilevers above them.

Carrying the great bulk of his torso down onto the bench, he grabbed
the 500 pound dumbbells he had used in the last set for his biceps
and used them to begin his first set of pec flies. After 50 reps, he
called for me to give him 600 pound dumbbells that he used in his
second and third sets. By the last few reps of the third set, he was
noticeably struggling to bring his hands together above the monstrous
mounds of his expanding man-tits as his pumped biceps and globed
breast meat fought against one another when he raised the dumbbells
high over his chest.

He grunted and groaned loudly with 700 pounds in each hand as his
mind forced his head-thick pecs to crush together between the
columned walls of his raised arms for the last two sets. From above
his head, the global rise of his flexed pecs had become so thick that
it wasn't possible to see his rolling abs or the great point of his
huge nipples well below the horizon line of his striated working meat.

Happy with his chest exhaustion after five sets, he grabbed the
underside of the bench platform with his hands and threw himself into
one long, painful set of abdominal-defining leg lifts. It was
astounding to witness as his steroid bloated abdomen became tight and
more compressed with each leg lift. By the end of two hundred reps,
his abs were sharper and more ripped than those of any of his
predecessors; yet he kept going. His stomach became increasing flat
and defined until, after 500 reps, his midsection was a veritable
carving of anatomical perfection. By doing a number of reps with his
torso twisted to each side, his obliques had become as sharp and hard
as the steel-bound fingers of cabled muscle they looked like.

I knew that he had saved his ass and legs for last on purpose. After
five sets of impossibly deep squats, his thighs were a vision of
grand muscularity. Every cord of every leg muscle was staunchly
visible below the pint-thin coloring of his skin. I could actually
see the frenzied veins pumping spent blood away to be replaced with a
fresh feeding of the protein carrying fluid. He flexed his thighs for
his own enjoyment more that for mine when he was done. My cock jumped
several notches harder as I watched his hands pleasuring themselves
over the feel of his hardened quads.

Then he flipped his huge body over to be face down on a leg curl
machine. His masterfully created ass and his rear leg biceps were to
be pushed to their new limits at last! He didn't even bother with
trivial weights. Putting a full ton of metal on the waiting bars, he
began to curl the weight until his feet licked the lower reaches of
his colossal, flexing ass cheeks. Rep after stunning rep ripped his
rear legs and butt muscles apart and rebuilt them bigger, sharper,
thicker and more pronounced than before.

The rippled striations that defined his monumental posterior moved
like great piling of shelf rock under his tightening skin waving
their invitation to my precum-dripping cock. I stood motionless and
speechless as his gluteus muscularity rendered itself beyond
description. I had seen him flexing his great ass muscles in many
videos of competitions, but the presentation of working muscle to
which I was now a witness was so unbelievably beautiful that my cock
almost exploded with cum without my even touching it. Soon I was as
locked into keeping my cock under control as he was in his stupefying
ass workout. I breathed a great sigh of relief when he finally
finished his fifth and last set.

The man who now stood before me waiting to be measured was a creature
of godlike proportions that, though still smaller, could almost match
the perfection of my own staggering muscle. He posed and flexed even
as he sauntered over to the scale. He weighed in now with 390 pounds
of awesome muscularity. While he was still some 45 pounds lighter
than me, I had to silently admire his 80 pound gain. He knew how good
he looked and, obviously, liked how strong and solid he felt. I
smiled as I remembered the first time I had felt like that. The
knowledge that your body contained almost infinite power and was a
sculptural homage to male muscle accomplishment was, indeed, a great
feeling.

Much to their deadly dismay, the prison guards assigned to keep me
inside my confinement had learned just how invincible my muscle had
become from the torturous experimentation on my body as their
meaningless bullets ricocheted from my stubbornly flexed body during
my escape. At least Number 12 didn't have to endure the years of pain
that had accompanied my development, for him it had come quick and
easy. Now all he had to do was to use the muscle I gave him to
survive and earn the right to partner with me.

It was time for the tape again. I measured quickly; it was as much to
maintain my own self-control over my desire for his body as it was to
get the chance to see and feel the power of his muscles. He kissed
his biceps again and again as I recorded their new 30" shredded
circumference. His pummeled chest and rayed lats had expanded to 69"
putting them within 6" of my 75" meaty magnificence. Knowing now
where I would ultimately focus my attention, his armor-plated
waistband was now a honed and chiseled 33" around and bore no sign of
the steroid-gut anymore.

His calf muscles had not been specifically worked but were still a
respectable 25". When I got to his thighs, he flexed as hard as he
could so that every stellar muscle was fully displayed as I recorded
their 39 steel-hard inches making them only 3" smaller than mine. His
cock, as with all the others, had grown well, too. Here, my 16"
monster was still the master of size but his new 9" cock was as thick
as my 3 ½" diameter.

The thickness of his cock made it hard to cover it with the special
rubber designed to collect the juices of his orgasm. I forced the
sheathing plastic down to the very root of his cock and began to
massage his evocatively hard organ with both hands. I pummeled the
length of his hot cock with my clasping hands forcing the friction of
our encounter to carry him toward release. His balls waived heavily
below his cock as the speed of my masturbating massage increased.

His massive ass muscles rolled with thundering muscularity as he
worked to help in my efforts to drain his cock. The great swells of
striated ass muscle shifted with each constriction as if he was
trying to squeeze his own man-juices out from behind. The chiseled
movements of his ass drove my passion-filled hands to work harder
until the combination of our various efforts and the natural
reactions to the friction achieved the desired result.

Cum erupted from his cock in one long ejaculating river. His cock
pumped in my hinds as it drove the cum through its shaft and into the
clear plastic sac. The cum did not stop flowing until it had been
completely evacuated from his groin. He groaned from the pleasuring
of release as he used the constrictions of his ass to ensure that no
precious fluid remained inside. I gently removed and tie the vessel
containing his hot cum and locked it away for storing and processing.

My next challenge was to figure out the various trials by which to
judge his magnificent muscles, especially his stunning ass and newly
carved abdominal muscles At least the trials to which I subjected my
captive admirers were a fair challenge to them unlike the sham I was
put through in my former life. I had not started out to kill anyone
then, as I didn't with these marvelous muscle specimens who came to
me now. If someone chooses to stand in the line of potential danger,
then they accept the risk of that decision. At least that's what I
believe. The guards could have simply surrendered to my charging
power instead of standing between me and my freedom. But they had
been as stupid with their choice as the bank guard whose life had
sent me to prison and the awful experiments on my body in the first
place.

I thought long and hard about the first trial to present to my
current potential suitor until those very words gave me my answer. He
knew he wanted muscle and me more than life itself and I was offering
both of those opportunities to him. How can there be a crime if there
is no objecting victim? Why the court system could not see that is
their problem. Their failure to understand this obvious truth had
taken four years from my life. At least, as partial payment, they had
given me the virtually invulnerable body and stupendous muscle I now
possessed. Now all I was doing was pursuing my own happiness and
offering the eternal bliss of sharing the same muscle opportunity
with someone who could prove himself worthy of this offering.

Many had accepted this challenge. It was their test; I was the prize
they sought.

Leading my newly fortified suitor back to the leg curl machine, I
made him lay face down with his ankles locked under the curling bar
again. I had put a ton of weight on each side so that he would have
great difficulty in moving the bar. The gargantuan splendor of his
ass was flexed out before me. The meat-mountains of his glutes and
steely muscle of his inner thighs hid the moist wonder of his asshole
from me.

Picking up one of the standard barbells I generously lubricate one
fat, flat end. I placed it like a bridged pool cue with its greased
end kissing the meat-shrouded portal of his sphincter. His task was
simple. All he had to do was to keep me from shoving the bar deep
into the warmth of his love-channel. Should I succeed, it was certain
to rip his insides apart. Should he succeed, he was one step closer
to a life of eternal bliss with me and my muscle.

I didn't wait for any kind of response. Placing all my weight at the
free end of the barbell, I began to push. He grabbed the bottom of
the bench with all his might and his ass and entire body froze into a
display of solidly erupted muscle. Every fiber of his signature ass
striations exploded into view as his glutes became fortress walls of
inhuman muscularity. His lats and erectors became equally fissured
with diamond hard meat as they held his body from sliding dangerously
forward on the bench. If I could force his torso up far enough, I
knew that the weight of his upper body would pull it down off of the
bench and provide me with a chance to force the deadly barbell-dildo
inside him.

I pushed harder and he held fast. His ass was a vision of monstrous
definition as it resisted my every thrust. As used as he was to
showing off the striking density of his ass muscles, never before had
he been challenged to hold this constricted pose as long and as
solidly as now. I could feel the resistance of his stupendous muscles
as I tried to force the collar of steel in between his legs and ass
cheeks. I leaned harder and harder onto the end of the pole. It
wanted entry as much as I could imagine but the power of his flexing
glutes refused to yield.

I pushed for several minutes increasing the power of my driving force
with each passing second. His body glowed with the heat of his
working muscularity. Sweat spill from both of our bodies making it
harder for me to maintain my grasp and harder for him to keep from
sliding along the bench. Eventually one of us would win. However,
neither of our eventualities came to pass. It was the third option
that finally occurred as the great steel bar bent in half. I feel on
top of him at the sudden failure of the steel bar. My face soon found
itself lodged in the meaty wonder space that the lubricated steel
collar had previously occupied. I lay there enjoying the position for
several seconds as both of us gathered our breath.

He had succeeded on this round. He got up immediately beaming with
proud confidence. He flexed his triumph at me finishing with his
signature rear lat/clenched ass pose. It was wonderful to see and I
was silently pleased that he was still here to do it. As he
repeatedly flexed his ass in my face, the staunch hardness of my own
massive cock guided me to the selection of the second challenge.

Knowing that he had not yet earned the right to experience the
greatness and power of my stupendous cock did not deter me from my
choice. As I explained what was to be expected of him next, his eyes
kept darting back and forth from mine to the rigid image of my
dripping cock. Never before had I chosen to invade the body of one of
my pending suitors before but I knew that I needed to taste the
wonder of his ass.

Leading him to a flat bench, I spread my massive body along its
waiting length. My flattened abs and lower back formed a bridge
raised several inches above the padding of the bench suspended
between the monstrous swell of my own cabled ass meat and the
thickness of my dense back muscles. My cock rose straight up from my
groin like a 16" inflexible tower of pounding hard man-meat.

At my signal he faced me and hoisted one leg over the smallness of my
extended waistband. I helped to guide the positioning of his legs
until the monstrous head my cock licked the base of his exposed
asshole. His challenge was to consume my entire bloated organ all the
way up to its base. The thought of accepting 16" of steel hard cock
inside his amazing body of muscle was both frightening and inspiring.
If he could absorb the totality of my cock, then his value as my
potential lover would be greatly enhanced. If he couldn't, then what
better way to lose than to be ripped apart from the inside by the
most amazing cock ever developed!

His chest was filled with muscled anticipation as he began to rub his
sphincter over the surface of my waiting cock head. I could feel the
lower ridges of his flexing ass muscles through the sensitive
touching with my cock head. My cock glowed with the reflected light
of its heavy lubrication. At my insistence he began to bend his knees
outward forcing his asshole on to the pressure of my unflinching
organ. His breathing grew deep as he tried to relax the ring of
muscle surrounding his sphincter. The pressure of our pressing flesh
in contact grew stronger and stronger. When I sensed that he was
fully locked into position, I forced my hips up and, in the process,
shoved the full double-fist hardness of my cock head inside him.

He murmured several grunts of controlled pain as the width and
fullness of my cock head was absorbed by the stretched tender lining
of his invaded intestine. After several seconds, he began to move his
torso down from above swallowing inch after widening inch of my
beating-hot cock. The 3 ½" girth of my steel-hard member forced the
tissue of his straining intestine to glove around my pumped meat. As
the shaft of my stiff cock filled his insides, the pressures
stimulating his prostate triggered the re-arousal of his own spent
cock.

It took the better part of two minutes for him to ingest the first
half of my piped cock. The sight of his flexing and heaving muscles
reacting to the power of my internalized cock within him only drove
my cock to a higher state of aroused perfection. My apple-sized balls
stirred with the heat of their churning cream. His rippling muscles
came ever closer to my waiting torso as he began to force more and
more of my cock inside. After another two minutes, a full foot of my
cock meat caressed the silky lining of his intestine and I believed
that could feel the movement of his diaphragm being pressured by my
pressing cock head.

For a second time, he paused cautiously while trying to coerce his
internal organs to make way for my invading meat. My hands reached
around to his flexing ass muscles and began to massage their steel-
cabled splendor. I turned my head toward the nearer mirrors so that I
could see the undulations of his ripped ass that my hands were
enjoying. Simultaneously, his hands sought the monstrous planet
mounds of my quivering pecs. The sight of our two brutally muscled
bodies anchored together by my entrenched cock was intoxicatingly
erotic.

He massaged my man-tits as if to draw from their strength. Leaning
harder on my frozen pecs, he forced his body down onto the last of my
driving cock-pole. The rubbing friction of my cock meat against the
lining of his intestine filled me with a level of erotic
accomplishment previously unknown to me. My cock was so deep into him
that I could feel the inside lining of his undulating abs muscles
pushing against the sensitive surface of my cock head.

The last glimmers of light between our interlocked loins disappeared
as his stunning ass muscles came to rest atop my bloated balls. His
inner thighs constricted against my sides as the pain of his massive
weight settled into the tenderness of my testicles. He breathed a
sigh of relief as he came to rest on my lower abs with my entire cock
rooted into the core of his being.

Needing to do something before the shredded power of his tight ass
cheeks crushed my balls, I raised up on the bench into a sitting
position. Surprised, he wrapped his huge, flexed arms around my neck.
Inspired, I began to stand carrying his impaled body up with me. He
locked his legs around my waist as I rose. Finally, my balls hung
with freed relief. I turned my head toward the mirror to see the
inspiration of our two bodies rolled into one massive monument of
combined muscle.

I wrapped my own hands around the trimness of his waist and
encouraged him to let go of his hold around my neck. He complied. I
could not find words in my mind to express the feeling of monstrous
power flowing within me at the knowledge that I was carrying almost
400 pounds of perfectly sculpted muscle held in place mostly by the
power of my own super-charged cock.

Tightening my grasp on his waist, I lifted him up until about half of
my cock slide out from within him. Then, with controlled release, I
let gravity force the fullness of my entire cock back inside him. Our
massive pecs crashed together liked unbreakable granite boulders as
his torso flowed back down into mine. His trapped pointing cock
rubbed roughly along the ridges and valleys of our lower abs as it
was dragged back down with his descending torso until the full weight
of his balls rested in the shrinking void between our groins.

I repeated the muscle-masturbation of my cock several times until it
became obvious to me that I either had to stop or chance the unwanted
and violent launching of my own cum into him. He had passed the
second test but, without ultimate success, he did not deserve to
share in my seminal cream. Grasping his waistband tightly, I lifted
his entire body up off of my erotically charged cock. He used great
restraint to stifle the groans of renewed pain as I forced his
clutching sphincter muscles to yield to the staggering diameter of my
stiff cock head exiting his body. My entire body convulsed with
muscular glory as I fought to keep from ejaculating.

The staggering sensations shooting through my cock from the
experience continued to push my beating cock toward unwanted release.
My muscles quaked uncontrollably as I battle between wanted self-
control and desired orgasm. My hands clutched his fantastically
muscled waist. My arms and pecs froze into solid renderings of pure
muscle as I quivered toward an explosion of cum. My cock pounded with
expectation. I closed my eyes trying to force back the churning
feelings in my balls and clasped his hoisted body harder.

I squeezed my ass muscles into petrified mountains of marbled meat as
the cum prepared to defy my attempts at control. With my eyes still
tightly closed, I squeezed every muscle in my body as hard as I could
but I was past the point where my mind could direct the feeling in my
cock.

I could hear the first explosion of cum slamming up against the base
of his stunning ass as I still tried to stop the inevitable from
happening. The second jerking jolting of my rich, thick man-cream was
no less powerful or voluminous. My entire body constricted without
regard for the unforgiving power of my monstrously charged muscles.

With the third eruption of my endless stream of hot cum I opened my
eyes. His ass, balls and inner thighs dripped with my searing man-
juice. His torso shook like a loose doll in my convulsing and
unyielding grasp. His body was soaked in sweat and cum. The power of
my orgasmic grasp had severed spine and crushed the fingers of
obliques muscle that had given such brilliant definition to his
sides. I shot several more loads of erupting cum onto the base of his
memorable ass before the full realization of his death hit me.