The Security Council - Chapter 6

by: John

There was no display of strength tonight, the strength of each of the 
two immensely muscled men had already been proven. This moment was 
all about power. The power to survive and the power of a nation to be 
gained in that survival.

Yet, Luis wanted the world to know the unlimited depths of his 
brutally powerful physique. The very being he was today had been 
created, sculpted, fashioned and honed as a living model of 
absolutely achieved human muscular potential and he wanted everyone 
on the globe to understand and accept it.

Maurice turned with the speed, agility and beauty of an 
extraordinarily muscled, powerful cat toward his intended prey. But, 
instead of preparing for the inevitable onslaught, Luis simply stood 
with his arms and legs extended apart exposing his collection of 
colossal muscles as a splayed, taunting offering. Luis smiled and 
flexed his hard, enormously protruding cock using it to invite the 
attack.

Even in this posture of untensed sacrificial offering, the body of 
muscled overabundance that had been pounded into pumped prominence 
during the posing routine glowed with the fortitude of unbelievably 
dense fibrous massiveness. Radiating lines of linearly stretched 
bundled mass quaked invitingly with excited stimulation through the 
enormous volume of pectoral meat Luis carried as the waiting body 
settled into a mocking crucifixion formation.

The opened palm out-turned hands twisted the lengthened biceps into 
thickened footballs of muscle the size and shape of great 
watermelons.  Luis' heavy triceps hung in full half-moon arcs that 
curved with gracious splendor down as low as his naval. His begging 
forearms writhed with anticipation as if the bodies of several 
uncoiled pythons were seeking freedom from within.

The aroused nipples centered within the warm dark brown aureoles 
pointed down to the overshadowed abdominal area. Luis flowing massive 
lats swept up like tied-back curtains from the pronounced sharp lines 
of his impossibly narrow obliques. Maurice knew that diamond plated 
abdominal muscles awaited him within the darkly shadowed cavern that 
had been purposely created in the vacuum formed stance of this 
inviting offering.

Luis' overwhelming upper leg girth shook with abundant splendor as it 
formed a perfect backdrop and framing for the absurdly exposed 
ripened fruit-sized balls. This tender and erotically inviting fruit 
swung like a heavy pendulum below the trunk-thick tree limb that Luis 
owned for a cock.  Of all the offered body parts, this one showed its 
promise of strength-filled resistance to any challenge as it carried 
the sheen of impenetrable solidity over every inch of its destructive 
scale and within the vein-lined pumped stiffness of every visible 
fiber.

Maurice took his aim for the core area where he had previously 
imagined one of his greatest opportunities for victory might lay. 
Fisting both hands into an interlocked ram, the Canadian engaged all 
of his own considerable muscular accomplishment within his vast 
forearms, magnificent biceps and stupendous triceps as he began his 
charge into the waiting wall of muscle.  He wedged his elbows as 
tightly as possible against his narrow, steel-reinforced muscled 
waistband and, in the process, crushed his pecs into stiffly rounded 
extraordinary protrusions of heavily striated supporting meat.

Luis had all but guessed at the possible area of assault. He waited 
until just before the contorted muscular beauty arrived at the point 
of impact and, then, crunched down hard from above in concentrated 
action onto his own abs. The eight plated muscles rocked out from the 
shadows as individually cut diamond hard rock formations. The 
gripping hands of the attacking human ram thundered into a wall of 
impossibly hardened fortified flesh. Luis held his ground in this 
first invited attack and was barely rocked from his position.

Presuming he would only have this one opportunity Maurice had put all 
of his monumental concentrated strength into the charge. He had also 
anticipated some intended trickery in the offered invitation and, as 
such, had steeled his muscle-charged body to the maximum level of 
concentrated power and stamina he was able to muster.  The sheering 
impact with the stoned wall of muscle torn his clenched hands apart 
and forced his forearms painfully back along the sides of his torso. 
His constricted pecs exploded forward like giant massive airbags in 
reaction to the impact and, thankfully, absorbed much of the shock as 
Luis' extended rounds of pectoral beef embedded themselves within the 
depths of the mass of Maurice's swollen breast meat.

The two sets of pecs hardened reactively under the growing pressure 
as the two massive upper bodies sunk into one another. Both men 
sensed the great joy of the momentary combined male mammary massage. 
The cavernous cleavage served as a channel for the escaping volumes 
of air squeezed out from between the two massive sets of pectoral 
splendor.

Maurice was thrown backward onto the ground as air was also driven 
from within his hurting lungs. He lay there on the ground, sprawled 
and vulnerable, as a reclining vision of perfected form. The 
beautiful bounty of his stunning and excited cock waived above the 
small, narrow plain of his lower groin like a giant aesthetic 
skyscraper in the throws of a massive earthquake. Maurice's thickly 
undulating chest heaved in huge upward arcs as he struggled to haul 
in as much air as possible to replace that with had been pushed from 
his begging lungs.

Luis sauntered into a straddling position over the swooningly 
gorgeous figure of the spent Canadian. His enormous preponderance of 
cock cast a long, wide shadow over the center portion of Maurice's 
bodacious abdominals and hung heavily over the heaving line of 
cleavage between his two splayed, rippling pecs.  From this 
perspective, the hurting Canadian was overwhelmed by the image of 
this massive beating pole backed by the lower surface of the two 
planets that were Luis' prodigious pecs.

Expecting the worse, Maurice, and the viewing audience were equally 
surprised when, instead of a concluding blow, a seemingly friendly 
and inviting hand was offered to assist the sprawled flowing muscular 
beauty to his feet. Confused, befuddled and suspicious, Maurice, none-
the-less, reached out to accept the offering for assistance. Luis and 
Maurice interlocked their hands around each others extended wrists as 
Luis lifted the seemingly weightless 360 pound living muscle 
sculpture to its knees.

Maurice found himself head-to-head with the end of the inhuman South 
American cock. The huge vertical line of the piss slit smiled 
beckoningly at him. Sensual longing drove the mind of Maurice as he 
wanted to tongue the inviting object and cover it with coveting 
kisses. The cock crown was as wide across just before it cut back 
into the bloated shaft as Maurice's face and extended top to bottom 
from the tip of his nose to the base of his finely chiseled chin.  It 
pumped hard and red with each beat within the muscle covered latin 
body.

Luis deliberately shoved the head of his mighty manhood directly 
under the nose of the handsome Canadian face. The wetness of the 
emerging precum licked Maurice's lips and fed his desire for 
consummation. As he cast his surprised eyes upward toward the pec-
hidden face of this proclaimed enemy, Luis pushed the hard, hot head 
of his dick against the soft pouting lips of the North American 
beauty. He sensed the wetness of Maurice's tongue as it began to play 
with the inviting, dripping hole at the end of the preposterous 
monster organ.

Maurice reached up with both sex-driven hands and grasped the main 
pole about half way down the 17" columnar length. The sense of heated 
power contained within the core of the throbbing giant shaft was 
instantaneous. It took both Canadian hands to reach around and secure 
a complete hold on the massive wonder. Maurice opened his mouth wide 
and tried to take in as much of the steely hard cap as he could. 
Grasping hard he pulled against the shafted tube but was unable to 
dislodge it from its aroused anchored angle.  Suddenly, he thrust his 
lower jaw forward as much as he could and attempted to bite the very 
head off.

Luis laughed loud and hard as he immediately stepped back ripping his 
colossal male appendage from the mouth and hands of the kneeling 
victim.  The cock had proven too hard, too large and too mighty to 
conquer. That was demonstration number two of the brutal capacity by 
this astounding Brazilian creature. 

The embarrassed, empty-handed Canadian was left kneeling and 
chastising himself for not having gone for the tenderness of the huge 
dangling balls that had been within his reach. The chances for his 
success continued to dwindle and would certainly be completely lost 
if he did not begin to involve his mental prowess and guile.

Once again the Brazilian monolith stood, arms akimbo, awaiting the 
next attempt from this, admittedly, phenomenally aesthetic North 
American muscle creation. Luis took this breather to cast another 
good, up-close look over the man he was intending to destroy. 
Descriptions of his flawless beauty were certainly well founded. The 
Canadian skin glowed in a healthful looking natural tan that the 
applied oils only further enhanced. This, in turn, was exaggerated by 
the pumped readiness of Maurice's astoundingly sculpted 360 pound 
musculature.

Each and every muscle was finely honed and brilliantly crafted. The 
vast size of every individual muscle seemed perfectly placed on the 
graceful body. Nothing on Maurice was "small" by any stretch of the 
imagination. Luis had just felt the power of those 26" upper arms as 
they had impacted his abdominal area with more force than he cared to 
let be known. The fleshy pecs had felt glorious, full, strong and 
wonderfully warm when they invaded his own more massive pectorals. 
These same billowing muscular domes formed wonderfully rich and thick 
rounds of striated meaty splendor as they clung in undulating glory 
over the expansive Canadian breast.

The high capping thickness of the strikingly broad shoulders flowed 
erotically from the deeps cuts of their impact with the upper arm 
mass to the intersection with the sweeping triangle masses of his 
angular traps. As Maurice leaned over on to all fours to raise his 
body upright, Luis was rewarded with the image of his magnificently 
churning back musculature as it cut ever outward in sensual sweeps 
from the invisibly small waist girdle.

Maurice swung around so that his posterior was presented in glorious 
view toward Luis on the rise. The Brazilian swooned over the 
potential loss of that fabulously formed ass presenting itself so 
invitingly. Every clustered striation of gluteal pleasure cut through 
the flowing skin as the undulating ass flexed itself into carved 
magnificence. The totality of the Canadian form was one that insisted 
upon being fondled and pleasured. The overall vision was one with the 
highest artistic achievements of the Renaissance. The perfectly 
composed figure forced the viewing eye to wander endlessly over the 
entirety of its compelling muscled canvas.

Maurice was righted and ready. His oil and sweat polished body and 
face glowed with suddenly renewed vigor and determination.  He was 
not going to let these previous embarrassments go unchallenged or 
unpunished. This would be a victory of beguiling beauty and mental 
superiority over painfully raw, droll inducing size.

Luis, however, was not yet done playing. The world had only tasted a 
sample of his muscle prominence. Now they needed to experience the 
absolute supremacy of his enormous muscular accomplishment.

Locking his hands onto his upper hips, Luis threw his mountainous 
shoulder caps forward and hit the Canadian, and the viewers, with a 
jaw-dropping lat spread. His biceps and triceps pounded out into 33" 
of fully rounded defined muscle-arcs eliminating any vestige of space 
between their massiveness and that of the overblown volumes of his 
latissimus muscles. 

Slab after slab of ever thickening meat spilled out from each side of 
his back as it moved upward from the minuscule rear midsection until 
it had pushed itself out to four times the width of the waistline. 
Over six feet of spectacular upper torso muscle cut itself into 
countless waves of striated prominence. There the pecs and lats were 
interrupted by the further expanding glory of the helmeted deltoids.

Presenting his back to his assailant, Luis extended a new stupendous 
offering in the form of his rear legs and unforgettable ass.  He 
raised himself up onto his toes forcing his calf muscles to curl and 
mound into 26" of multifaceted diamonds of inhuman dimensions. The 
sharp undercut at the base of the striated balled wonders pushed the 
extension of his lower legs into shadow all the way down to the trim, 
exaggerating ankles.

Luis rear leg biceps bowed larger then the massively mounded arm 
biceps of most the previous victims from the very competition in 
which these last two great participants were engaged. The power of 
the upper leg mass, enhanced by the outsweep from the partially-
hidden upper thighs was unable to be calculated. The sheerness and 
thickness of the contorted lower appendage mass promised greater 
capacity for destruction than the already experienced brutality of 
the unprecedented upper arms and pecs.

Outshining all of this amazing magnificence were the writhing gluteal 
forms. The hammers of the god Vulcan on these compositions had not 
been idle during Luis' training of the past two weeks. They shifted 
like the stratified layers of heated rock within the mantle of the 
very earth. Their surfaces fissured and undulated as if subjected to 
the same tectonic forces that moved the great continents of the 
planet. The deep vertical fault line between the shifting globes of 
muscle where the two great plates met sucked at the lusting eyes of 
all the viewing public - including those of the drooling Canadian.

Luis shifted in one final posterior visual assault to the same "moon 
pose" that had been outlawed from bodybuilding competition for 
decades. The very core of the uncontrollably erotic image created by 
the forward folded giant explained exactly why this sensual position 
had been forbidden from competitive use. Luis held the inviting 
opening in anticipation of a new assault. When it did not come, Luis 
began his shift toward his next mind-boggling muscle pose.

Just as the Brazilian began to shift Maurice charged. While Luis had 
expected this charge, he had not expected to be caught at that 
instant of imbalance between positions. Nor did he expect that the 
Canadian would retain as much of his wit about him as he demonstrated 
in this third assault.  Just before grinding into the shifting 
exposed ass cheeks, Maurice lowered his body and impacted the 
glorious offering with the full force of his bulbous left shoulder.

This time it was Luis whose body found itself crashing toward the 
waiting ground. Stabbing pain shot deep into his loins as the force 
of the head of his extended cock meeting with the hard dried earth 
pushed his own iron-hard weapon back into the ring of muscle 
anchoring it into aroused position at his groin. Were it not for the 
astounding size and thickness of his wildly protruding pecs and the 
slipping that his oiled body permitted, his cock would have been 
driven destructively through his lower intestinal cavity. 

While the reactive stiffening of his pectoral marvels may have saved 
him from self-introduced death and saved his face from the brunt of 
fully realized impact, they were not enough to prevent Luis from 
experiencing the same sudden loss of breath as the surprise and 
collision forced all the air from within his mystified lungs.

Maurice immediately threw all the muscle of his 360 pound mass into a 
sitting position on the smallness of Luis' lower back. His hands 
reached around the strong face and locked their fingers under the 
stiff, prominent Brazilian chin. Maurice hauled the unexpecting face 
up from the ground within his cupped hands while using his own 
significant leg muscles to power the small, splayed lower back of his 
victim into a dangerous backward curve. The vast powerful musculature 
of Luis' own ass formed a rock-like seated backdrop for Maurice's 
significantly mounded buttocks.

Maurice pulled hard, but the strength of the resistance was 
astounding … if not impossible. Still, Maurice applied continued 
pressure with enough skill and fortitude that Luis was suddenly and 
painfully aware of his own humanity. As the Brazilian head shifted 
slowly back, the two faces finally were able to make eye to eye 
contact. Even in this moment of desperation, Luis could not deny the 
rare beauty of the inverted image above him. Maurice looked deep into 
the eyes of the face below and, for the first time, believed he could 
read the feelings of a good and caring man within.

The struggle continued unabated for a couple of minutes.  From the 
public perspective, it appeared that the Canadian was now taking 
advantage of his own opportunity to play with the previously overly 
arrogant Brazilian. Just as the struggle seemed to border on a 
deadlock, Maurice leaned his head toward the ear of the sweating 
behemoth. 

"I do not want you dead." The controlling Canadian finally whispered 
toward the writhing Brazilian. "I simply…want…you!"

"The fate of this barbaric program for power in the name of national 
glory and alleged peace is ours to decide at this moment." He 
continued. "Ever since I first saw the splendor and wonder of your 
enormously muscled being I knew that I wanted more to be with you 
alive than to remember you from beyond your death.  I have seen how 
you have looked at me, too, and know that you harbor similar 
feelings."

"You possess all the strength, size and muscular perfection anyone 
could dream to hold, caress and worship." Maurice added. "And am I 
not all that you could dream to want and hold?"

"I cannot choose to kill you right now, not over such an outmoded and 
cruel agreement that is not our battle in the first place…and I am 
wagering that you can no longer choose to kill me. Let our 
governments rule together or, better yet, let them find another way 
to feed their own sick desires for power other than the useless 
destruction of the perfection we have each worked so long and hard to 
create." The Canadian mewed in soft, languid tones. "I choose to let 
you live. Now it will be your choice."

With that, Maurice, to the shock and surprise of the global viewing 
audience that had not had the benefit of overhearing the words, 
released his hold and stood up from the heaving giant. The muscular 
image on the ground remained motionless for several seconds and then 
began to shift as it rolled to right itself.  All the glory of the 
oil polished muscle encompassing the vastness of the freed man flowed 
to relieved splendor. His cock, however, was as threatening and 
prominent as ever when it came back fully into view.

Maurice remained as a motionless and expressionless image of 
steadfast calm as Luis slowly moved over toward his relaxed but 
beautiful form. Luis reached out and enveloped the perfectly carved 
statuesque figure in a shroud of immense muscle. Their pecs rubbed in 
a fluid massage of hot fleshy meat against hot fleshy meat as their 
faces were drawn together.  Then their mouths opened in one long 
soft, sensual kiss that seemed to last forever.

The shocked crowd had no idea how to react to what they were seeing. 
Before they could move in any singularly collective direction of 
opinion a new and unexpected show began.

Taking Luis by the hand, Maurice led him to lay down upon the ground, 
the phenomenal Brazilian pecs heaving ever upward with excited 
anticipation as he began to understand what this Canadian human 
sculpture had in mind. When the Brazilian behemoth was relaxed into 
position, Maurice stood straddling and facing his this newly 
proclaimed lover and slowly maneuvered his own glorious ass over the 
impossible cock head extending upward with unshakable rigidity.

Maurice wetted the imposing instrument with a combination of their 
applied skin oils, precum and his own saliva. Then he proceeded to 
lower his body onto the immense rod.  His asshole opened slowly and 
painfully as it worked to engulf the hotly inflated head. His own 
splendid and perfectly formed 14" tool arced and waved in vein 
enriched excited pleasure at the serious intrusion. His full, round 
balls quivered responsively as the sensual stimulation of his anxious 
sphincter signaled them to readiness.

Maurice had to pause twice and re-lubricate them at and around their 
mutual points of contact.  His well-practiced asshole worked slowly 
in awesome wonder as it reached out to never-before experienced 
dimensions to embrace the magnificent invader. Eventually, the 
dangerously broad crown was swallowed inside the erotically pained 
ass. Slowly Maurice squatted further and further permitting more and 
more of the brutally hard tube to work its way inside his joyfully 
screaming gut.

Maurice was able to swallow up over half of the monstrous organ 
before he shifted into a carefully controlled intestinal massage 
stimulated by his own vertical thrusting. He reached down and began 
an external massage with his experienced and knowledgeable hands over 
the contorting aroused pectoral mountains undulating magnificently on 
the buffet of chest muscle spread out below him. Luis groaned with 
delight over the equally compelling sensations he was deriving from 
the combined efforts of Maurice's ass on his dick and hands on his 
hard, brown nipples.

Maurice was, at the same time, getting everything he had hoped for 
out of this encounter. He was a man unafraid of taking calculated 
chances. He had wanted that cock and had calculated that it was his 
for the taking. Maurice was as experienced in this position as he was 
at working out in the gym. In fact, this was often the position he 
found himself in as a result of going to work out in the gym. Only 
this time, he, literally, had the world at this command in this 
phenomenal Brazilian fuck. The South American was his for the taking.

Maurice's balls began to churn and roll as he reveled in the 
sensations in his ass and in his hands. His aching cock arced higher 
and harder as the well of hot cream surged through his loins and into 
his steely launching tube. Cum splattered in a continuous stream 
cascading down onto the mounded, writhing gigantic pecs and biceps of 
the Brazilian. Maurice kept shooting loads of white-hot cream until 
the wet stains saturated inordinately large sections of the vast 
South American upper torso. The feelings of stifling hard hot meat 
still filled Maurice's ass as he finished emptying his creamy load 
onto the groaning muscle machine.

He pushed the throbbing dick out from within him. A seemingly 
troubled Luis was calmed as Maurice helped him to his knees and began 
licking the painfully hard organ in a series of longing kisses.  Then 
Maurice positioned his two strong hands around the core of the 
throbbing shaft and began the sensual stroking that invited the 
release of the ripe Brazilian juices within his fruited balls.

Taking one of Luis' hand into his own, Maurice invited the rocking 
muscular giant to assist in the manual titillation of the inhumanly 
hard pumping organ. Luis added his second hand to the process. 
Maurice, and the audience were cast in wonder as the upper torso on 
the self-absorbed creation pummeled itself into visually defying 
density and proportions  

As Luis became further and further enthralled with his own activity, 
his arms formed into bulbous images of astoundingly  engorged 
muscular density.  His biceps bundled and divided into fibrous, 
hugely balled rocky masses. His triceps spun into coiled springs of 
football sized muscle. His pecs chiseled into rounded balloons of 
meaty splendor and lined themselves as if two great pumpkins had been 
vacuum sealed under his translucent skin.

Once Luis was fully engaged in his own knowing manipulation, Maurice, 
with some apparent reluctance, left the miraculous shaft and stepped 
around behind the flexing epitome of muscle. Once more he witnessed 
the flowing rock formations of the tectonic ass. This time Maurice 
dared to permit his hands to dwell momentarily on their writhing 
wonder. The striated layers felt as if a hot flow of lava was boiling 
over dense, pressurized granite.

Maurice moved his yearning hands up and over the expansively sculpted 
back and out to one of the strikingly carved monstrous biceps. The 
weight developed, head-sized organ was still wet and white with 
Maurice's own cum. His hands worked in unison over this one 
marvelously meloned flexing boulder of meat. The intertwined 
tantalizing fibrous balls groaned with shrieking hardness as 
Maurice's sought to invade beneath the crystalline surface. 

Ropes of pumped encasing veining slide under the pressure of the 
titillating fingers in the vacuumed space between the cum soaked skin 
and hot flowing biceps flesh. Maurice began to polish the shifting 
upper arm mass with the cum cream he had applied from his own heated 
eruption. The onion thin skin seemed to absorb the rich cream and 
began to glow with a highly polished reflective sheen.

This was enough to bring Maurice to a standing position over top of 
the meat-pumping muscle monster. From above the sweating head 
appeared way too small set against the various cascades of frenzied 
muscle. The colossal white-stained pecs dripped in the hot wet cum 
deposited by the Canadian and waved ever outward with muscle in their 
long, head-thick curve from view. The crown and part of the amazingly 
hard cock shaft was visibly shaking with the anticipation of an 
orgasmic eruption. Maurice reached down with a meaty forearm draped 
over each side of the steely traps and caressed the writhing pectoral 
giants with his yearning hands. 

The pecs felt harder and hotter than they had just a few minutes 
before from in front of the quivering muscle creature. Maurice, 
again, massaged, the flowing deposits of cum he had left on the 
unbelievable expanse of roughly bundled pectoral surface area. These 
most astounding developments of male breast meat quaked under the 
awesome power they possessed  Maurice's soothing hands could feel the 
core of heat rising up from within the depths of the impossible meat 
as the Canadian fingers failed to even dimple the diamond-hard 
undulating surfaces.  Maurice could sense the coming orgasm from 
within the very depths of these prodigious man tits as the rhythmic 
muscle quaking became the uncontrolled quivering of a man in the 
throws of ejaculation.

With one last memorable cupping feel of the impossible breast meat, 
Maurice permitted the massiveness of his own arms to envelope the 
head and neck of the Brazilian treasury of muscle in a longing 
embrace. He leaned forward and fondly kissed the self-involved head.

The camera monitors caught the awesome spectacle of the indescribable 
instantaneous muscle contortions that coursed through the body of 
Luis as the first hard shot of cum exploded from his ungodly organ. 
Every muscle and every fiber on every part of this inhumanly 
developed creature announced its perfected existence. At the sight of 
the shooting cum below, Maurice tensed with the same quality of 
muscular contortion exhibited by his erupting competitor. His own 
pecs blossomed into their own formidable display of muscular 
spectacle and sailed into the captured back. Then Maurice's biceps 
and triceps froze into an instantly dense massive presence around the 
groaning Brazilian head and face.

As the second blast of cum escaped from the steel-hard cock shaft 
below, the cameras moved back to capture the image of the two most 
sensational compilations of human musculature in simultaneous 
striated splendor. Arcs and mounds of mountained muscles consumed the 
screen. The sight of the hard, driven upper body muscles of the 
impossibly beautiful Canadian manually massaging their cum-polished 
counterparts on the vastly more enormous Brazilian was breathtaking 
beyond description. Even the splendor and wonder of the Grand Canyon 
seemed as a diminished spectacle compared to this.

With the third eruption, the Canadian disengaged himself and the 
glory of his muscle flowed around to the front of the fountaining 
Brazilian. Maurice squatted down in front of the still strongly 
spewing organ and let the remaining volleys hurl themselves onto his 
own heated pectoral and abdominal areas. Drawing the hands of the 
spent South American from the colossal monument of a male member that 
refused to soften, Maurice led them to his own writhing, white-
wetted  pecs. Luis moved in and began to polish the Canadian breast-
beasts as they flexed and shifted under his experienced manipulation.

Satisfied with their reflective mooned pectoral brilliance, Luis' 
hands slid down to perform the same task over the various ridges and 
valleys of the diamond-like Canadian abdominals. Luis began to lap up 
his own the still wet cum residue from the vast surface of the 
Canadian pecs as his cum covered hands slowly wrapped around 
Maurice's midsection. His tongue and lips momentarily moved playfully 
on to one of the aroused nipples protruding from the underside of one 
of the enormously cantilevered pecs and then headed for the dark 
central canyon.

Maurice relaxed his pounding pecs as much as possible to let the 
South American head drift ever deeper into the vertical line of 
cleavage between his massive male tits and swooned with the delight 
of complete fulfillment as Luis' preponderance of muscle captured him 
in an all-encompassing embrace..

As Luis' sharp features disappeared into the valley of the flexing 
Canadian pecs, the audience present and the rest of the viewing world 
were rewarded with a display of overwhelming muscle and beauty 
sharing in their combined power and glory. The level of excitement 
drawn from the cheering crowd within the monstrously muscled bodies 
brought them both to one final awesome display of aroused splendor.

Immense and powerful Brazilian cock rubbed against deliriously 
beautiful Canadian cock. The thigh-sized Brazilian arms swallowed 
Maurice's perfect midsection in their embrace. Immediately, both 
colossal images of writhing muscle brought themselves to one more 
simultaneous orgasm. Their fountains of cum jetted victoriously out 
from the momentary openings chiseled between their intertwined 
undulating musculatures.

Then, with one momentary, visually stunning, muscle defining 
explosion to carbon steel hardness and unbelievable striated seizure 
by the enveloping body of Luis, the very life was snapped from the 
Canadian along with the base of his spinal cord.

Luis let the lifeless but still beautiful body slide over their 
intermixed cum and onto the ground slowly. The brilliantly muscled 
Brazilian rose to stand above the prone body laying at his feet and 
began a series of mind-boggling victorious muscle poses. As he 
performed to the insane cheers of the surprised audience, his mind 
was filled with the pride of this glorious victory for his country 
and himself.

There were scores other beautiful young men that would now be his for 
the taking, but there could only be one victor.

That was the way the world demanded it … for now.