BODY GUARDS  -  Chapter 7

By:  JOHN



"The Commander, Major Weir, asked me to request that you join him 
this evening." The tall chauffeur smiled as he opened the passenger 
door to the limo.

The late summer sun reflected off of the sparkling Sicilian 
Mediterranean waters far below the lookout point mentioned in the e-
mail for them at their military base quarters not far outside of 
Palermo. Wells and Klein were as surprised by the sudden appearance 
of the car as they were at the obvious size of the dark-haired 
Italian holding the door for them. Hanson, Mark and Raymond remained 
at a safe, but visible distance, for added protection.

"Shall we be joining him or shall I carry my regrets." The handsome 
face mounted atop the fantastically broad shoulders continued. "I am 
to assure you that the offer is genuine."

"A genuine threat!" Klein punctuated.

"The Commander thought you might think that so he offered a trade for 
the visit." The Chauffeur responded as two other phenomenally scaled 
creatures struggled from the limo.

Both young men obviously possessed M3 caliber bodies. Their over-
stuffed sleeveless muscle shirts cupped the insane billow of their 
deeply cleavaged pecs. Pointed shadows marked the locations of their 
distended nipples near the underside of the vast cantilever of 
petrified pec meat. The painted-on cotton fabric glued itself to the 
individually mounded ab muscles and tented the deep moat-lines 
surrounding each prominent plated spectacle before disappearing into 
the ties of their incredibly small sweatpants waistband.

Arms chiseled with muscle the size of a cow's hind legs dripped with 
huge flexing muscle as they pulled and pushed their enormous torsos 
through the too-small car door. Biceps and triceps just shy of 30" 
around spoke of their threatening power cut into the various 
separated slices of balled and cabled meat. The muscles of their 
shredded legs were so fully packed into the stressed fabric of the 
pants that every cord of defining quad and calf muscle shown through 
the flimsy material.

Anchored at the inviting intersection between their writhing torso 
muscle and contorting leg muscles was a swell of cock-describing 
cotton. Both sported semi-hard cocks as thick as a man's wrist and 
almost as long as a forearm. The flaired cock heads were clearly 
outlined as the curvaceous packages of manhood rolled over the heavy 
mass of their succulent testicles.

In spite of their erotically charged reactions to the images of the 
two muscle peace offerings, Mark and Raymond held their semi-
automatic weapons aimed directly at the two deliciously mounded 
pilings of manhood.

"Antonio and Bernard will remain with your companions." The equally 
large chauffeur offered. "If we do not return the two of you safely 
by sunrise, then you may do what you wish with them."

"It may still be a trap." Klein suggested.

" I cannot offer you any more than what I have been authorized to 
do." The Chauffeur smiled back. "The final choice is yours."

Moments later the exchange had been completed. At last sight, Antonio 
and Bernard lay facedown on the ground while Wells and Klein sped 
away in the shrouded-glass compartment of the limo with their driver. 
The handsome chauffeur introduced himself as `Swallow' and apologized 
for the darkened windows explaining that it was a necessary 
precaution.

After about half an hour in the car, they arrived outside a stylish 
whitewashed villa perched on a cliff high above the gleaming sea. 
Swallow let them out of the car in a completely enclosed courtyard 
and lead them around the main building to a verandah clasped to the 
cliff on the back. The sight of Major Weir was as surprising to Wells 
and Klein as his viewing of the two of them seemed filled with nodded 
approval.

"I see you have made the jump to the next level." Weir noted the 
obvious standing to greet his guests. "I must say, the new muscle you 
both carry appears to suit your great bodies very well."

"We could say the same of you." Klein responded coldly scanning 
Weir's virtually naked, new M3 level physique. "If only you weren't a 
murderous traitor."

"A pleasure to see you again, too, Klein." Weir returned unaffected 
by the comment. "I must admit that it was nice to finally have the 
opportunity to grow into the body I deserved that the American 
military didn't believe I was fit enough to receive. As you know, 
this is what muscle is supposed to be all about!"

"I'm surprised you stopped at the M3 level." Wells cut in. "Why not 
go straight to M4?"

"All in good time. All I good time." The Commander answered offering 
a series of simple poses more for his own admiration than for his 
guest's entertainment. "My genetic trigger rating is as high, or 
maybe higher, than that of the two of you. But both of you know the 
potential dangers and the stress that moving too far too fast can 
cause to your internal systems."

The Major raised his arms into a tilted double biceps pose. Looking 
directly at the forward upper arm, he twisted it into a fantastic 
display of perfectly formed pure muscle a full 30" in diameter. Weir 
rotated his clenched fist slightly so that he could enjoy the sight 
of his own corbeled biceps meat roll fat and high filled with 
painfully chiseled meat. The uppermost peak was graced with a great 
rope of size-enhancing veining that pushed his tight, thin skin to 
its very limits.

Then Weir opened his closed fingers over the top of his gargantuan 
lower flexed bicep behind his head and began to fondle his own 
mountainous muscle peak. His daunting pecs quivered with heavy 
excitement at his digital and visual stimulation. Vacuumed abs 
exaggerated the 38" difference between his 31" waist and 69" chest. 
The mounting excitement was more than the tiny strap of poser fabric 
that covered his loins to bear. The Major's swelling cock pulled the 
overpowered waistband from his lower abdominal core revealing a 
portion of his vein-lined cock shaft. The collared crown grew ripe 
with arousal drawing the thin line of material deep into the line 
between his flexed glutes until the material finally surrendered to 
the mounting power of his cock.

"Oop's! Sorry about that gentlemen." He apologized as his soaring 
cock rose higher up from his shaved groin. "This seems to happen more 
and more as I advanced in my overall muscular development, but you 
two certainly are familiar with that … as I can see."

Surely enough, the tight camouflage fatigues worn by both Wells and 
Klein were tenting as their overburdened crotch area at the site of 
the wonderfully enhanced body of their former squad leader. Weir's 
cock did not seem apologetic at all as it stiffened to a staunch 12" 
of power-filled fulfillment. Noting the reactions of his two visitors 
Weir continued his self-focused flexing twisting and turning his 
huge, carved muscles to their greatest visual advantage. The cabled 
girth of his 43" crystalline thighs pushed his fisted testicles up 
from their nest of inner leg meat exposing their heavy fullness.

The Coven Commander shot a nodding glance toward the uniformed figure 
of Swallow still standing at the top of the stair entrance to the 
verandah. The huge figure stepped onto the terrace and began to 
undress as the Major continued his conversation with his visitors. 
Swallow wore a pleasant but not handsome face but his body was 
another of the great muscle wonders that seemed to be a signature of 
the Coven membership. If each massive body carried one specialty in 
muscular development, for Swallow it was his delts, traps and upper 
back.

As he finished undressing, his back was presented briefly to the view 
of the two American's. The great triangular swell of his over-
abundant traps rolled high between the enormous striated rounds of 
his bouldered delts and the endless sweep of his flowing lats. When 
he stood, the power of his upper back was stunningly displayed by the 
unbelievable fanning of lat meat from mountained shoulders to the 
minuscule clasp of lined erectors muscle. As he turned, Swallow's 11" 
cock was fully erect and shifted temptingly from side to side as the 
movement of his finely muscled thighs forced its motion as he crossed 
the distance of the terrace between his glistening body and the rest 
of the gathering.

"Get up - slowly." Hanson demanded of the two Coven offerings lying 
on the ground near where the limo from which they had exited had been 
parked.

Two pair of wondrously muscled arms flexed solid as the massive M3 
quality bodies slowly pushed themselves up onto all fours. The 
thickness of their clenched pecs swept almost to the ground trapped 
between the stiffened meat of their locked upper arms. A huge 
triangular cave opening of shadow formed between the crunched impact 
of their writhing pecs and the bridging white line of the muscle-tee 
shirts they wore.

Bernard was the taller of the two at 5'-11" but also seemed to be 
slightly lighter in body weight. Hanson guessed his to be about 405 
pounds. Antonio was probably only about 5'-9" but his 420 pounds of 
serrated muscle made him look veritably indestructible. Both bore a 
pair of 29" arms.  

"Hand's behind your heads." Raymond shouted signaling his desire with 
the barrel of his semi-automatic weapon.

The two did as they were told. The vastness of their upper torso 
pulled the tail of their muscle-stuffed tee's out of their pants 
waistband exposing the chiseled linings of their lower abdomens. The 
white of the sculpted shirts ballooned as their lats flaired to 
maximum extension over three times wider than the exposed waistlines. 
Two sets of monstrous arms folded into mountains of rippling biceps 
muscle. Antonio's stature made the amount of bicep meat blessing his 
upper arms seem to be constantly flexed as their volume pressed hard 
against the side of his square-jawed head. Veins beat under the 
suntanned skin on both gargantuan forms, as every muscle fiber carved 
onto their bodies seemed to announce its astonishing presence.

Mark had gotten back behind the wheel of the 4-wheel military vehicle 
that they had come in and drove it slowly up behind his two 
companions. It was about three miles to the base and the problem was 
how to get their new acquisitions there. Hanson decided that the walk 
would do their Coven friends well. First he needed to be certain that 
they were not carrying any hidden weapons on their greatly muscled 
bodies.

"Strip!" Hanson commanded pointing first to Antonio. "Slowly."

Antonio smiled broadly at the offer/command. Noting that Raymond was 
keeping aim at his aching crotch, Antonio moved with deliberate 
slowness. His great arms were so filled with muscle that he had to 
move them down to his sides and lift the painted -on shirt from his 
torso from the bottom up. His tight abs rolled into great flat plates 
of muscle as his upper torso stretched them into a concave vacuum. He 
had obvious difficulty as the rolled fabric got lodged onto the 
underside of his cantilevered pec meat. 

The dark shadow of the crisp lining of his lower pecs impacting his 
torso cut into view as the material finally ripped up and over the 
massively heaving chest. Antonio's shorter statue had rewarded him, 
again, as two of the most magnificent man-breasts billowed into 
unfurled view. Inch after protruding inch of global quality meat hung 
precipitously from Antonio's 70" upper torso that was nothing short 
of awesome as the sun was permitted its chance to use its sharp light 
to spotlight its breathtaking quality and quantity of development.

His shadowed cleavage was so hugely cut that it would have been 
possible to hide a large handgun in it bottomless depth. The two over-
large areola and finger-thick nipples only added the grandeur of his 
pectoral accomplishment. In a drool inducing action, as if reading 
Hanson's thoughts, Antonio reached up digging one groping hand into 
each side of his canyoned cleavage and pulled the muscle apart like a 
great pair of flexed asscheeks being separated for invasion to show 
that there was nothing but muscle filling the delicious depth.

"Forgive my rudeness." Weir smiled as Swallow knelt down in front of 
his fully enraged manhood and began to tenderly tongue the bulbous 
cock head. "I have not introduced you to my Coven partner, Dr. Singh."

The small slight image of a sharply dressed Asian man came into view 
from behind the hugely flexed muscle-body of the Major seemingly 
unaffected by Swallow's activity on Weir's beating cock and offered 
his hand to Wells and then to Klein. He seemed terribly out of place 
on the muscle-drenched terrace. He smiled politely but did not speak.

"Dr. Singh handles our scientific investigations and, in fact, is 
primarily responsible for interpreting the data from the US and using 
it to create new, more refined and safe strains of Ryan semen for use 
in building our counter-terrorist forces." Weir explained as Swallow 
began licking the length of Weir's 12" inflexible member. "In 
addition, he has helped negotiate some great financial partnerships 
for the Coven to help support our global endeavor to begin ridding 
the world of these pesky terror regimes that have thrust everyone 
into an unacceptable level of social imbalance."

"Nicely spoken except that all you have become is another one of 
those, as you call them, `pesky' organizations." Wells responded not 
accepting the offered Asian handshake.

Klein declined, too. Singh pulled his hand back and bowed a shallow, 
respectful acknowledgment. He whispered briefly to the Major and then 
departed. Swallow had moved back to the sweat polished head of his 
Commander's cock. His lips parted cautiously and the reddened crown 
began to drift from view. The Major's freshly enhanced 2" wide cock 
ended in the swell of his mushroomed 2 ½" cock head. The reasoning 
behind Swallow's name was immediately apparent as the last of the 
glowing head was consumed to the arousing surprise of the American 
witnesses.

"Your lips speak hatred." Weir laughed nodding toward Wells 
groin. "But your body speaks desire."

Sure enough, both pair of fatigues were strained almost beyond the 
limits of their fabric as the M4 cocks swelled to hardened readiness 
at the sight of one greatly muscled body consuming the fantastic foot-
long organ of another equally developed creature. Try as they might, 
the sensual stimulation would not yield its responsive triggering. 
Swallow's head listed back onto the vast bed of his tremendously 
carved traps muscles as more and more of the Major's vein-hardened 
cock was worked into his sucking mouth.

By the time that over half of the stupendous erection had been drawn 
in, neither American uniform could contain their mounting erections. 
The destroyed materials draped to the ground over their black 
military-issue boots as the power of their cocks saluted the erotic 
demonstration before them.

"Nice! Very nice!" Weir applauded as Klein's 14" man-pole and Wells 
15" monster launched into view atop their respective 44" and 46" 
thighs.

Even the swell of Antonio's head-thick pecs was no challenge to 
Bernard's projecting 12" cock. The two naked Coven members stood at 
full arousal as Hanson finished his body search for hidden weapons. 
The only weapons Hanson observed were the supreme musculatures 
covering both statuesque figures and the ramrod cock owned by 
Bernard. Hanson could not deny the enjoyment he experienced when he 
personally explored the continental plating of Antonio's pecs and the 
steel-poled stiffness of Bernard's cock.

"Let's go" Raymond directed signaling the two sun-enhanced bodies to 
begin walking.

Antonio shrugged apparent lack of understanding toward Raymond and 
then, turning to his compatriot, both shrugged confusion toward each 
other. Raymond barked the order again with the same results. Stepping 
in toward Antonio he dug the gun into the central core of cleavage 
between the short Italian's awesomely chiseled pecs using the nozzle 
of the barrel to try to signal the direction in which he wanted them 
to head.

Antonio smiled toward Raymond's stern, frustrated face and shrugged 
again. Raymond tried to push the barrel of the ready weapon deeper 
into the closed canyon of rock-hard pec meat in a final attempt to 
get them to turn and begin walking.

This was the exact moment for which Antonio had been waiting. In a 
catlike movement, one granite-muscled arm flew up across the heavenly-
mounded muscle of his chest and grabbed the embedded barrel of the 
gun pushing it out and away while gaining a firm, unbreakable hold on 
the steel cylinder. As the weapon was ripped from Raymond's hand, his 
finger had just enough time to squeeze out one shot.

The bullet grazed the rolling surface of Antonio's rippling right 
pec. The monumental density of the clenched breast meat refused 
acceptance of any significant damage and deflected the bullet in a 
slightly altered direction. The awesome power of Antonio's pec muscle 
had saved him with nothing to show but a small shallow tear of skin 
but had an unexpected result as the same bullet now sped toward the 
lower right mound of Bernard's unprepared pec.

The bullet hit dead on at the center of the unblemished male breast.  
While the shot was not fatal, Bernard was too late to stop the 
reflected cartridge from doing significant damage. Blood splattered 
from the heavily fed chest muscle as the bullet lodged deep inside 
the wondrous meat. A mixed sensation of surprised pain and erotic 
reaction coursed through Bernard's confused mind.

A river of cum flowed from Bernard's cock and splashed down as a 
white pool of man-juice not far from the growing pool of his own 
blood. The angered taller Coven member charged. His target was the 
nearest figure of Raymond. Hanson dove for the assaulter. Mark had 
been quick with his own response and was already out of the vehicle 
with his automatic weapon aimed at Antonio's more vulnerable 
testicles. The fortunate Italian dropped the twisted gun he had 
wrenched from Raymond and immediately raised his throbbing-hard arms 
into a locked-hands position above his head.

Swallow's head swiveled back and forth permitting varying lengths of 
Weir's surging erection to slide into wet, shining view only to be 
sucked back into the his tonguing slide-chute again and again. The 
clear precum fluids derived from the erotic show between the two 
Coven members dripped like drool from Wells and Klein's bloated cock 
heads. Their hands instinctively began the grasped stroking of their 
rigid organs as the image of Swallow's head blurred with increased 
speed.

"Much better, gentlemen." Weir applauded. "By the size of your cocks 
I'd say it looks like the shift to M4 has been quite successful for 
both of you."

Swallow's hands massaged the Major's heavy balls as his face pushed 
deep into his writhing crotch. Weir continued to flex and fondle his 
own massively lined muscles with one hand while kneading Swallow's 
huge traps with the other. The kneeling man's own 11" cock grew 
visibly more aroused turning into a wonderful vision of slightly up-
curving rocklike man-meat. His chiseled ass muscles rolled in 
stratified layers as he dry-fucked the diamond shaped hole at the 
Commander's legs between his columned calf muscles and his ankles.

Weir groaned with the anticipation of achieved orgasm as Swallow held 
his throbbing dick in his mouth and stuffed throat. The tingling 
sensations shooting through his groin as his chauffeur's knowing 
hands stimulated his testicles became overbearing. A filling jolt of 
hot liquid cum erupted down Swallow's wanting throat. Swallow 
responded with his own ample jettisoning of steaming cum arcing full 
across the concrete deck and splashing into the nearby pool. Several 
more richly fulfilling volleys erupted from both men before they felt 
the satisfaction of a completed sexual release.

By now, Wells and Klein were hard at work on their own triggered sex-
pistons. The sight of Swallow's and Weir's bodies sculpted into 
striated statues of unworldly muscle just at the moment of initial 
ejaculation was sufficient enough to push them over the edge. Both 
cannoned cocks launched their fires of cum at almost the same instant 
splashing their hot cream across the expansive broadness of Swallow's 
flexing upper back. The white sprays continued until broad streaks of 
cum flowed over the various carved contours of Swallow's awesome 
muscle.

"There we go!" Weir smiled pulling his wet dick from its throated 
environment. "It's so good to get that over with so that we can 
finally get down to business."

"And exactly what business is that, Major." Wells responded while 
wiping his semi-hard cock with the remnants of his fatigues. "The 
business of finally killing us!"

"Oh, no, gentlemen!" Weir laughed gratefully stroking the kneeling 
muscle giant with gratitude for a job well done and signaling for him 
to resume his post. "I must admit that the damage you did to our 
South American cell was quite disturbing and, at first, all I wanted 
was revenge. But now I have brought you here to offer you the chance 
to work with our group."

"Fat chance!" Klein spit. "Why would we possibly agree to do that?"

"Because you want to get Ryan One back." The Major spoke 
pointedly. "And if you help me, I promise that I will release him to 
you once our task has been completed."

"So you never really had any intention of returning us to our base 
after this meeting, did you!" Klein assessed. "Did the men you turned 
over to our men know this or do you just consider them to be 
casualties of war?"

"Oh, I assure you, they volunteered to be of service. They are quite 
aware of their responsibilities to the Coven and to the risks they 
assumed." Weir assured and then added, shifting the subject. "I also 
needed to bring you here to fulfill a promise to an old friend. But, 
that's for later on. First, I need to show you something."

The stiffly muscled nude Major and his equally muscled naked 
chauffeur pointed them toward the house. Once inside the four huge 
moving sculptures of muscle moved down stairs and through a series of 
corridors. It became quickly apparent that there was a vast system of 
underground constructions extending far beyond the limits of the 
visible villa.  The Major stopped them at a row of interior windows 
made of bulletproof glass and lined with heavy steel `prison' bars. 
Seated inside the room, strapped to a padded chair was the object of 
their quest - Ryan One.

Antonio's naked body shifted to chiseled attention with his hands on 
his head as Mark ordered him in Italian to step toward the waiting 
open rear door of the steel-reinforced SUV cabin. Antonio's eyes 
drifted between the long steel cylinder of the pointing weapon and 
the longer line of Mark's cock-weapon snaked along the side of his 
leg halfway down to his kneecap hidden from view by the flimsy 
protection of his fatigues.

Hanson's body smashed hard into Bernard's from the side carrying both 
fabulously muscled forms away from Mark just before the injured Coven 
member got to him. Both men rolled onto the ground. A line of blood 
showed that Bernard's injury was, if not debilitating, fairly 
serious. He flexed and re-flexed his right pec trying to concentrate 
on forcing the severity of his contracting muscle to flow from deep 
within the thick core to the reddened surface. The pain was stifling, 
but he continued his internalized massage until he could sense the 
embedded bullet being forced closer and closer to the surface of the 
hand-thick meat.

Hanson watched stunned for a moment with his head not far from the 
astounding, undulating breast. Instinctively his cock began to harden 
at the erotic sight. Bernard growled with combined growing anger and 
focused direction. His massive body shivered with muscle-defining 
definition. Clenching his fists, his 29" arms roared with sharpened 
musculature.

Hanson knew that he could not let this anger-driven creature get the 
chance to refocus his thoughts against them. He dove in on the 
spectacular body pushing both hands onto Bernard's contorting pec. 
What he encountered was a hot mountain of muscle as hard as granite. 
Hanson's clutching fingers clawed the furrowed surface of the massive 
pec in an attempt to dig into the bouldered meat.

The pain of Bernard's injury was multiplied by the awesome strength 
within Hanson's struggling fingers. The Italian swung his free arm 
around the lower torso of his attacker and swept Hanson up in a 
single-arm bearhug. Once again, all 29" of mind-boggling arm muscle 
crystallized into diamond brilliance as the rising muscle mountain 
got to his feet carrying Hanson's 420 pounds of pure American beef 
along with him. As Bernard shifted from position to position, his 
pecs flowed from impossible density to pliable meatiness. Each shift 
in intensity of constriction permitted Hanson's unfaltering fingers 
to dig deeper into the burning, damaged muscle.

Bernard slowly dragged both of their intertwined bodies toward the 
short rock wall separating the narrow road from the sheered cliff 
down to the sea far, far below. Each step became more difficult and 
painful as Hanson began to overpower the brilliant muscle of 
Bernard's breast. Bernard fought with all the great strength he could 
spare to crush the narrow waist of solid muscle in his grasp but 
Hanson was able to maintain sufficient control of his chiseled 
abdomen to prevent success on the part of the furious Italian.

Bernard screamed with brutal pain as Hanson's fingers were finally 
able to burrow deep enough to tear a portion of the great massive pec 
from its jointed connection to Bernard's upper arm. Bernard dropped 
the huge weight of Hanson's body. Hanson fell hard to the ground 
loosing his grip on the destroyed pectoral. Bernard staggered 
backward a few steps as the pain caused his head to spin dizzily. 
Hanson rose to his feet between Bernard and the short cliff 
barricade. His brief sense of pity for the wonderfully muscled 
creature dissipated as Bernard crunched his vast muscular form into 
an image of armored steel braced for an assault.

Despite his position as a captive `milk-machine' for the Coven, Ryan 
One appeared to be in good physical condition. He, like his late 
brothers, was slight in build. His 5'-6" frame totaled probably no 
more than 170 pounds. Of that, of course, his extraordinary cock 
would have made up almost 30 pounds alone. He sported one of his 
unbelievable erections at this moment. The scale of the 26" long, 5" 
diameter cannon seemed almost ghoulish when compared to the thin body 
to which it was secured. A vacuum feeder machine was banded over the 
bulbous mushroom head of the colossal cock. Great rollers massaged 
the bloated organ forcing load after precious load of unique cum into 
the waiting line of vessels. These were then delivered immediately 
for separation and processing into the various strains of muscle-
making cum.

"Actually, getting Ryan One away from the US was pretty easy." Weir 
answered the unasked question. "He had been disillusioned for months. 
One night, we simply left his camp unlocked and without a guard. Once 
he thought he could get away, the simple-minded imbecile simply ran 
out and into our waiting arms."

"Then you brought him here and, using us as your cover, had his 
brothers killed." Wells finished the story. "Leaving you with the 
only living producer of the `golden' cum. Then, of course, you sent 
out poor Arturo so that he could be `discovered' in Buenos Aires and, 
thus, set the stage for you to send your entire M3 squad out after 
this `alleged' viscous threat to America and the world - and all so 
that you could kill off, one by one, the only real threat to whatever 
your sick scheme may be."

"To rid the world of all these dangerous independent terrorist groups 
is not a `sick scheme'!" Weir turned angrily at Wells. "Our 
government has become too political and too slow to do what it needed 
to do. So now, we will do it for them!"

"You have caused the deaths of some good men … and some innocent 
young men who think what you want them to do is, somehow, right!" 
Klein spit back. "But you have become nothing more than just another 
piece of the filth you pledge to wipe out! There's no way you will 
get our help!"

"Oh, you will help me." Weir shouted. "I was hoping you would 
understand and volunteer to join me and my men, but, obviously, I was 
deceiving myself! But you will help me do what I need to do."

"Never!" Wells insisted. "Not in a million …"

The sentence remained unfinished as his voice was silenced when a 
gargantuanly muscled forearm filled the space from his plated upper 
pec meat to the base of his nose. Klein, too found himself engulfed 
in an appendage of rock-chiseled meat.

Bernard lowered his head and hoisted his mountainous shoulders. He 
tucked his injured, bleeding pec in between the writhing muscle of 
his other great mound of breast meat and the hardness of his multi-
split curled biceps. His legs became coils of super-charged muscle 
lined with angry red veining. Even his fantastic 12" cock stood 
reloaded and poised like a great, ready battering ram.

Steam poured off of each sensationally charged muscle covering 
Bernard's angered body. The massiveness of his severely flexed 29" 
diameter arm muscles made it look as though he was carrying layers of 
sheered rock packed into his painfully stretched skin. Like a great 
bronze bull, the mountainous form began to charge directly toward 
Hanson's awestruck body. The M3 soldier instinctively braced for 
impact. His own formidable mass became an image of sliced slabs of 
stoned muscle covering every inch of his 400 pound, plus, frame.

Bernard rocked forward gathering dangerously charged momentum with 
each pounding step. His brutal muscle flexed and twisted like a great 
lava flow of heated rock. His pointing cock aimed his body toward its 
intended target. Just a split second before the collision of the two 
gargantuanly muscled creatures occurred, Hanson's reflexes took 
control. His marbled body shifted out of Bernard's path with 
unexpected, blinding speed.

Bernard's anger and momentum carried him past Hanson and directly 
into the low stonewall on the edge of the curving road. The natural 
rock proved to be no match for the rock-muscle body. The heavy stone 
barrier shattered at the point of impact. Bernard's monstrous form 
exploded through the dismembered wall to find itself airborne and 
hundreds of feet above the rock-lined shores of the sea below.

Hanson watched speechless as Bernard's huge muscular body extended 
its vast, doomed beauty into a spread-eagled silhouette of flowing 
muscle. The great wings of lat meat created two huge meaty sails. The 
muscle-columned legs and arms flew through the air like crisply 
lined, tumbling pillars. As Bernard's sculpted form began its final 
downward plummet, Hanson and Raymond rushed to the edge of the 
destroyed stone guardrail. A stream of white cum marked the arcing 
fall of the defeated body as Bernard's cock erupted in a last 
showering of his manhood.