TRIALS – Chapter 8

By: JOHN


"Even if you could defeat my superior muscle, which you can't, you
have no where to go!" I challenged the 445-pound naked muscle-god
circling me slowly. "You are trapped in my dominion with my
scientists and no way to feed the demands of you new muscle without
their help."

"You are such a fool!" He laughed back at me flexing his huge arms
against the sides of his brutally sharp pecs. "My FBI SWAT team and I
have already captured the rest of your sick group. It is only you and
me now.

"Then it will be your unpracticed muscle against my superior 460
pounds of trained muscle." I shouted back. "I'd say that the odds are
very much in my favor."

"Look." I added as we continued to move and flex around the floor of
the chamber. "Even the wound you inflicted into my monster tit-meat
has already closed and I will not be stupid enough to let you have
the advantage over my muscle again."

"I am not worried about your muscle!" He spit back. "The power in my
body is no less than yours and I have the advantage of a clear,
rightful mind. It will be your drug-twisted mind that permits me to
defeat you just as it cost you your freedom when you robbed that bank
and killed the guard."

"That was a long time ago and I have learned well from that
incident." I shouted back angrily.

"Incident! You call it and `incident'". He bleated. "You killed a man
in the process … and just to get money to support your crazed steroid
habit."

"It was my money! The government had no right to seize all my money
and possessions in the first place." I insisted. "I never forced
anyone to buy steroids from me, it was their choice."

"You preyed on teenagers and lonely gay men! You didn't care what
happened to them or how the drugs you peddled affected their lives."
He screamed. "All that mattered to you was that you had enough free
steroids to support you growing sickness to be big."

"And so what does the government do once they have me!" I shouted
back. "They fill me, a useless prisoner, with new, more powerful
drugs. Doesn't that strike you as a bit ironic."

"You volunteered for that program." He said pointedly still circling
and flexing. "And you got what you wanted out of the deal – to be the
biggest, most muscular creature ever created."

"Yes, and all I wanted in return was my freedom, admittance of the
atrocity against my lover, and, then, a chance to share this body
with someone."

"Share!" He blurted. "You call what you did by luring innocent
bodybuilders to you over the Internet `sharing'? Your mind has been
more messed up than you know. And your lover died because of your
attack against that bank!"

"You can't even see what all this has done to your mind!" He
continued. "I used to give you the benefit of the doubt believing
that, if we could take you back, there might be a way to help you.
Well, I don't think that at all any more. You need to be stopped and
I'm going to do it. Now, I'll give you this one last chance to
surrender to me – and get some help."

"You can go to hell!" I shouted as I pounced. "You want me! You want
to become like me! You want my body and to have a body just like
mine! You want my muscle and my cock! ...But you can no longer have
them!"

I was on him in a flash. I had hoped that the little dialog would
permit me to catch him slightly off guard. His growing anger toward
me gave me the chance I finally needed. Our bodies crashed together
in a pile of rock-like muscle against rock-like muscle as just over
900 pounds of inhumanly perfect meat collided. My 36" biceps were
around the small of his waist before he knew it. His 17" cock
projected past my flared right lat just beneath the moon-like swell
of my pinning triceps. My own cock had slipped between his legs at
the knees. I began to squeeze his tight waist with all my might.

He struggled momentarily as he fought to gain some composure from my
surprising pounce. His confusion worked to my advantage as I clasped
one wrist tightly with my other hand. I was determined to break his
phenomenal body in half and crush his lower spine in the process. He
shoved his hands on top of the steel banding of my cringing trapezeus
muscles and tried to push my torso away but my strength was too much
for him and my hold was too strong. My biceps dug into the thick
fingers of muscle that defined his obliques and my gargantuan pecs
pushed into his lower abs with a power the likes of which he had
never known.

I knew that victory was mine – at least for a moment. Then a jolt of
searing pain shot through the fullness of my testicles as he closed
his knees against the sides of the rich ball sacs. I had to act
quickly or my balls would have been reduced to chopped nuts. I
brought my own knees up against his as I used them to push myself
away from his constricting thighs. At the same time, I had to let go
of my bear hug hold around his waist. My body rolled onto the floor.
I continued to roll until I was well clear of him and then sprung
instantly to my feet ready and waiting for him.

He did not disappoint me. Once again our monstrously huge muscle
figures collided. The momentum of his assault carried us both back
into and over a fully loaded weight bench. Over a ton of metal plates
and the entire bench were ripped apart. The various weights, some as
heavy as 200 pounds, pelted our stiffened bodies as they were sent
sailing through the air with us. The weights clanged loudly as they
bounced off of my crystallized delts, back and glutes from behind me.
A second screaming pain rolled through my loins as my cock was forced
into the floor beneath my own invincible body of muscle. Its huge
pole scraped along the floor as it sought freedom but ended up wedged
between my cavernously flexed man-tits and the concrete of the cold
floor.

I rolled immediately onto my back and forced myself up into a sitting
position. His knee caught the side of my head and sent me spinning
back into the mirror-covered wall. Shards of glass sprayed all around
me. I covered my head with the brutal size of my flexed upper arms
and forearms. He did the same using them to protect his handsome
face. I sat briefly amazed at the stunning beauty and scale of his
protecting arm muscles. I had never realized before just how
magnificent and powerful 35" of perfectly honed upper arm could look.
His lats were fully extended in the process. His stretched torso must
have been almost four feet wide with his billowing lats totally
inflated. Knives of shattered glass ripped across his arms, lats and
flexed abs leaving nothing but a few small superficial skin wounds in
their trail. Not even his steel hard cock was susceptible to the
flying shrapnel of glass.

I dove for his legs taking him down onto the littered floor before he
could unwind the massive meat of his upper body from around his head.
He hit the ground hard with his massive back toward me. Spinning
quickly on the floor, I forced one leg under and the other over top
of the muscularity of his minuscule waist. My 46" lower thigh forced
his midsection high off of the floor as my legs folded around to the
front of his body. I worked as quickly as I could to lock my ankles
together but not before he was able to get one meaty forearm in
between their gigantic muscularity.

By the way we landed, the back of his legs and the glory of his
flexing ass cheeks lay before me half blocked from my view by the
great round rise of my own humongous pec meat. His calves pulsed with
unbelievable muscle as he tried unsuccessfully to slide away from my
clutching legs. The staggering muscle of his glutes shifted like
great plates of layered rock as he forced his arm further and further
between my lower legs in front of him. The added size of his forearm
made my struggle to lock him in between my ankles all the more
difficult.

We kept vying against one another for what seemed like an eternity.
The hypnotic movements of his sweating ass pushed my cock ever
harder. The bottom of its great poled length rubbed against the
closed canyon of muscle between his two writhing butt cheeks and the
head of my cock dribbled its precum onto the lined fingers of his
erector muscles. I could feel the head of his cock scraping against
the back of my calf muscles alternately massaging one and then the
other as he twisted his body to force his forearm deeper between my
legs.

As we continued our valiant battle against one another, I swore to
myself that, regardless of the cost, I would fuck that writhing ass
of his before I killed him. Perhaps I should have been more focused
on the immediate task. By the time I finally shook the dream vision
of my cock inside his ass from my head he had succeeded in getting
his arm between my still-struggling legs all the way up to his
monstrously huge bicep. I could feel him flexing the great ball of
upper arm muscle just above my calves. The power of the swelling
sphere of steel-hard muscle was pushing my legs apart. My ankles
screamed for relief before they were threatened with certain
dislocation.

Reluctantly, I released my grip around his waist. In a surprising
move, he rolled toward me rather than away from me. His massive pecs
rose into view above the horizon of his descending lats and serratus.
Inch after colossal inch of unbridled pec thickness climbed higher
and higher above his ribcage as they mooned into fuller view. They
were chiseled with uncountable striations. The tantalizing nearer
nipple made a second smaller peak on top of the huge mountain of pec
meat when it drifted across the defined horizon line.

I didn't know exactly what he had in mind, but I wasn't going to wait
to find out. I think he was equally surprised when, rather than shift
toward him; I unceremoniously yanked my lower leg out from beneath
him and sprung to the far side of the chamber. As he rose to his
feet, I could tell that he carried a muscle pump so fulfilling that
every single muscle on his spectacular body was cut and ripped to
perfection. I doubted that there was any manmade object that could
penetrate the density and harsh reality of his immensity. I was
equally sure that he was witnessing the same kind of display surging
across my own massively wonderful muscle. For a brief second I
bemoaned the need for one of us to be destroyed but then I
refortified myself with the conviction that it would be him, and not
me.

The room was already in shambles. Bending down, he picked up a 200-
pound plate and hurled it at me. It sliced through the air like a
great saucer. The impact of the weight against my flexed abs was more
stimulating than painful. A second plate ripped into my right pec
followed almost immediately by a third one grazing my upper right
arm. As plate after useless plate pounded against my body, my sense
of arousal and power just kept growing. I used one meaty arm to
protect my face as I began to inch closer toward him again.

Then one of the plates smashed head-on into the bulbous crown of my
huge cock. It shook me for a second as it pushed a real sense of
painful encounter into my groin. Looking down, my proud cock seemed
to smile back up at me in staunch defiance. He tried with a second
weight aimed at my phenomenal cock. I constricted my groin just
before the impact. My cock head spit precum at the useless steel as
the stiff meat of my raging hard-on remained unaffected by the
attack. I had known that my cock was growing more and more powerful
over time, but I had never suspected that it had become as
overwhelmingly strong as the rest of my spectacular muscles.

I laughed at his futile attack and kept walking directly toward him
with renewed confidence. My cock waived its powering victory toward
his surprised face. I rolled into a raised double biceps as I drew
near with my lats totally unfurled and my thighs gleaming with
chiseled, striated power. My nipples tingled with desire and my balls
churned with knowing pride. I was convinced now that there was
nothing he could do that could possibly defeat me. I was just as sure
that my more experienced muscle was certain to defeat his immensely
muscled body. All I needed to do was to give him the time he needed
to wear himself out.

Permitting myself a brief moment of self-admiration, I glanced at my
460-pound, flexing, moving image in an undamaged section of mirror to
one side. I was more awesome and stunning an image of muscle than
even I could have imagined. My 31" waist seemed impossibly small for
the 79" of sculptured muscle covering my upper torso. My lats were as
thick as truck tires and my pulled pecs were still several inches
thick and lined with cables of sharpened meat topped by the
mountainous swells of my fissured shoulder muscles. My 46" thighs
were thunderously hard and brilliantly carved and perfectly balanced
by the rise and fall of my 29" calves. I would swear that my arms
were now bigger than their last 35" taping. My forearms, biceps and
triceps were visions of vascular wonder. My glutes shifted as I moved
with carved splendor and the magnificence of my 17" long cock ramrod
proudly pointed the way to my waiting conquest.

I walked right up to his handsome face.

"Go ahead, try your best but you cannot defeat this muscle." I
taunted shoving one of my monster biceps in his line of
vision. "There is too much muscle and too much power here even for
the likes of you to take on!"

I pulled my arms down next to my sides and forced my pecs to their
huge, hard rounded fullness with a glaring most-muscular stance. My
cock dug into his groin next to his as the leading tips of our pecs
came into contact. He leaned in with a look of rigid determination
and spit at me as he constricted his own monstrous mammary muscles.
The heat of his chiseled body rubbing against mine was erotically
provocative. I wanted him as mush sexually as I wanted him dead. I
wanted to feel the power of his muscles being crushed out of
existence by my own brutal strength. I wanted to see the veins of his
struggling muscles trapped in my deadly grasp ready to explode just
before he died. But, most of all I wanted to feel my cock buried so
deep inside his gut to the point that his insides were ripped apart
by it.

He growled at me twisting his handsome features to distorted anger. I
growled back so that he would know that I was unaffected by his
meaningless threats. Out of nowhere, the short javelin that had been
forced into my left pec in our earlier battle reappeared in his
raised hand. His huge bicep rose into a preposterously high, carved
peak of immensely dense muscularity just before he drove the
sharpened steel pipe down onto my previously injured pec meat.

This time it was his hand that suffered the feeling of the ringing
metal being forbade to accomplish its task. My sculpturally hard pec
tingled with the feel of the prickling point and my majestic cock
pounded its gleeful response against his cringing groin. He tried
again with the same result. He tried for a third time by which point
I was beginning to become angered. When he lifted his hugely muscle
arm for a fourth time, my hand flew up and grabbed his raised wrist.

We stood locked together arm to arm. I squeezed his wrist trying to
force the javelin from his hand. He flexed his forearm to resist my
crushing hold. My other hand moved up toward his handsome face. He
grabbed my hand with a speed that surprised me. Our cocks and pecs
dragged roughly by one another as we each sought to gain a superior
position with our hands and arms. We fell into a strange dance around
the room as we continued our standoff battle. Our stomachs became wet
with the precum from our opponent's cock.

I glared into his eyes and he glared back, He was even more handsome
with his staunch look of defiance than ever. Our fighting muscles
quaked with growing power as we continued to spin around the room.
Luck was with me as I backed him up against an incline bench that was
secured to the floor. He lost his footing and spun around as he fell.
His huge torso landed over the horizontal padding of the arm curl
rest.

I was on him and in him in an instant. His pain-filled yell did not
stop my assault on his miraculously offered ass. Within seconds over
half of my 17" cock-rod was in him. The feel and friction of my
unlubricated cock shaft and cock head against the tender, moist
lining of his colon translated instantly to a new level of cock-
hardening passion. I pulled a couple of inches of my hot cock shaft
out causing more pain to him as his overwhelmed sphincter screamed
its resistance by locking down around the hot shaft of my manmeat.

His anal reaction sent shivers of enhanced sexual drive surging
through my mind and my hungering cock and balls. Stepping in slightly
and constricting my glutes, I shoved almost ¾ of my cock into him.
His loud yelp just drove me to want him more and more. I began to
pump my 3" wide cock in and out of his flexing ass being careful not
to insert it all. I wanted him to know the beautiful pain of my cock
buried deep inside of him and to feel the flow of my hot cum when I
finally decided to let it fill the heat of his absorbing anal cavity.

I watched as the spectacular wonder of all his enhanced muscles
flexed in their struggle against my unwanted invasion of his
magnificent body. My own muscles writhed and convulsed with
uncontrollable invigoration as I steered my throbbing cock through
his gut. Looking up at the mirror ahead of us, I became entranced
with the sight of our two unmatchable bodies engaged in our muscle-
defining sex act. He spit out his threats to kill me as my locked
arms held his torso locked over top of the curling pad. I responded
by increasing the pace of my pile-driving cock inside of his ass.

I knew that I could kill him now but I still wanted to fill him with
my hot cum. I kept forcing the rodded power of my cock in and out and
watching the magnificence of his muscle in its deadly struggle. Then
my tremendous body began to shake with the passion of pre-orgasm. My
cock signaled that it was ready to explode its load. I pulled almost
all of it out of him and, resting just long enough to let the
imminent eruption from happening, I resumed my rocking invasion of
his ass. The experience was too good to end so soon. As much as my
cock demanded release, my mind demanded full satisfaction first.

I brought myself to the verge of ejaculation three more times only to
stop and begin again. His raw asshole never weakened its friction-
driving clutch on the pole of my hot, hard cock. His angered swearing
and writhing muscles continued to provoke my lust over him. My own
body was covered in glistening sweat that showed my carved and pumped
muscles off to the their greatest advantage as I continued to watch
our sex-show in the mirror.

By the fourth time my cock signaled its intent to erupt I was ready
to comply. This time when I pulled most of the steel hard shaft from
his ass, I did not pause before re-entry. I could feel my cum sliding
down my great shaft even as my meat-pipe surged into his colon. Cum
erupted from my cock at the point of its deepest penetration sending
its liquid meal deep into his interior. A second rush of cum filled
him again even before I began to pull my spasming cock shaft back
out. I continued to pump my cock into him until I felt the last drops
of cum being drained into him. Exhausted and fulfill, I collapsed on
top of his overpowered torso.

That proved to be my first mistake. An unbelievable pain shot through
my balls as he drove one of the javelins deep into their soft,
drained tissue. A second, equally crippling pain followed as the
second javelin found its mark in my other testicle. The searing pain
forced my body careening backwards severing the contact between my
still-dripping cock and his wondrous ass. The last drips of cum on my
cock turned red as the blood of the injury took its place.

He rose from the bench and came slowly toward me. It was obvious that
he was in pain from my anal assault. It was equally obvious that he
knew he had conqueror my astounding body and me. I was sure that the
injuries to my testicles were probably not deadly but had, at the
very least, destroyed my sexual abilities. A person like him would
never kill, that would have made him as bad in his eyes as he
professed me to be.

I could not let him have his victory. Reaching down, I pulled one of
the embedded javelins from my destroyed testicle. The pain was
indescribable but I would not let him know that. I relaxed every
fabulous muscle on my perfect body as much as I could as I raised the
deadly spike above my left breast meat. I glanced past his perfect
image of heaving muscle to the reflection of my own immaculately
displayed muscularity in the mirror. My wondrous body glowed with
polishing sweat and glistened like an unbelievably erotic sculpture.
I knew what I had to do. I drew in one deep breath and, keeping my
huge pec completely relaxed. I drove the pointed steel toward it