Our ongoing tale in the Body Guards series about intrigue, espionage and massive muscle continues. Be warned that this story contains graphic man-to-man sex and violence. BODY GUARDS – HANDLER CELL – Chapter 10 By: JOHN Working his way through the swirling dust of the doorway he had destroyed, Antonio found himself in a narrow corridor carved out of the natural rock upon which the Elmina castle sat. His steel-hard cock found the cold stone wall on the opposite side of the ancient hallway before his eyes did. A bead of gooey precum moisture webbed between Antonio’s hot cock head and the hollow hole shattered in the rock as he pulled it back from the damage his cock had dug into the solid subterranean surface. The dim lighting reflected off of the infinite striations cut across Antonio’s voluminous wealth of reacting pectoral magnificence as his body turned to rigid diamond at the unexpected encounter between the wall and his ramming cock. He bit his tongue to silence as a muffled noise sounded behind him. Spinning with a dancer’s grace belying the massiveness of muscle sweltering on his 650- pound body, Antonio’s arms exploded to their 39” of muscle-chiseled readiness. Only the catlike reflexes that Hong Tu had acquired in training prevented Antonio’s swinging piston of chest-thick arm meat from severing his head from the rest of his small, lean body. Momentum carried Antonio’s arm completely around until flying stone debris marked the spot of additional destruction to the same wall recently invaded by Antonio’s penetrating cock head. Antonio’s lower torso followed the path in the air that had been inscribed by the massive muscle of his flying arm. Almost an arm length of stone-columned cock shaft swooped by on the turn slamming its monstrous cock head against the side of Hong Tu’s equally rigid and significantly longer Handler’s cock. A loud crash sounded the impact of the two unsheathed cock-weapons as they met. Hong Tu’s small body was swept into the air and sent sailing down the open stone corridor. The slim man landed hard and winded on the floor. “Save some of that power for our enemies!” Hong Tu gulped as Antonio’s huge arms lifted him apologetically from the floor. “Are you OK?” Antonio whispered while placing the small man down on his shaking feet. Hong Tu rubbed his right shoulder and nodded his positive answer to Antonio. Antonio’s huge arms reached forward to reassure himself that Hong Tu was merely shaken up. The feel of the colossal man’s warm hands on his shoulders sent quivers of passionate lust surging through Hong Tu’s groin. The majesty of his superlative Handler cock glowed brilliantly reflective as the dim light of the tunnel caught it’s waving response to the sight of Antonio’s staggering muscles. One warm Italian hand drifted playfully along the full 28” length of Hong Tu’s vein-lined cock shaft. The two men stood briefly eye-to-eye as Antonio’s touch became a caressing stroking. A second pearl of shining precum gurgled from the moist lips of Antonio’s piss slit as his cock turned diamond hard with spontaneous lust. Hong Tu stepped forward just enough to bring their dripping cock heads together as the two vertical cock head openings kissed their mixing of warm precum. Antonio flexed his excited body. All 650 pounds of stupefying muscle and cock churned to marbled perfection as every muscle assumed its maximum definition of flawless beauty. Over eight feet of upper torso meat quaked with anticipation. All 39” of Antonio’s biceps became living spheres of sculpted granite as he worked the pistoned length of Hong Tu’s special organ. The massive Italian could feel his glutes stratifying into layered slabs of striated meat as his groin pushed his cock head hard against Hong Tu’s crimsoned cock crown. Antonio flexed his ass cheeks as his sphincter groaned for a taste of the Handler’s magnificent maleness. Pecs as large as ripe watermelons twitched on Antonio’s heaving chest. The succulent meat of their vast musculature flowed like hot lava beneath his translucent skin. Ridged cords of curvaceous muscle roped their sudden appearance from the outer flanks of Antonio’s quivering pectorals to the closed canyon depths of his wrist-deep cleavage. Their mutual longing for sexual release showed clearly on their smiling faces. A sudden slamming of a door far down the darkness of the corridor brought them beck to the reality of the moment. Mark was somewhere down in the nearby darkness. Antonio pulled his hand and cock from their contact with Hong Tu’s excited organ as he forced his mind back to the task of finding and saving his endangered lover. Voices soon followed after the sound of the door. Hong Tu shuttered at the most commanding of the speakers. He immediately knew it to be that of his father, Dr. Singh. Memories of their last meeting filled Hong Tu’s mind with dread and anger. They had just missed him in Bangkok. He was not about to let his father evade him this time. The voices seemed stationery. There was obvious anger in Dr. Singh’s sound. After only a short exchange, the door opened again and the corridor went silent once more. The door to the lab banged shut behind Dr. Singh. Two muscular assistants and the three remaining Cuban “Handlers” had replaced Indigo. Both assistants were at the M2 level in development leaving Dr. Singh a bit concerned about his own safety and protection. He would have much rather had Sun and Moon by his side knowing that his enemies had invaded their fortress. But Sun and Moon were much more needed gathering and readying the cum deposits that had been stabilized with Mark’s stem cell byproducts. Time was short now, even when they defeated the American M-Squad assault, the Coven would still need to abandon this Handler modification and development outpost. It was high tide now and that meant that the rock-disguised beach exit couldn’t be used for escape since it was underwater. But it could still serve a very important purpose. Dr. Singh had sent Indigo down to the escape chamber to set that process in motion and only someone as big and strong as Indigo could pull it off. Indigo would then meet up with the rest of them up in the main courtyard of the Elmina fort. No one would expect them to escape through the public areas of the ancient castle. A growl of anger crossed Dr. Singh’s face as he recalled the recent phone conversation advising him of the loss of Fuxinov and the plane. Hopefully the boat Dr. Singh had called for was nearing the shores just outside of the massive seaside wall. Sun and Moon had checked in to say that they had finished packing up several more canisters of processed cum and Mark’s remaining store of stem cells and were already on their way to the appointed meeting location. The doctor laughed quietly at his own genius of his evacuation route. It had been almost two centuries since “The Door of No Return” had been used to exit people. Millions of native Africans had gone to their lives of slavery through that single narrow opening in the 16th, 17th and 18th centuries with no hope of freedom. Dr. Singh intended now to use it to secure his own freedom for the benefit of the Coven. Mark had already provided a valuable quantity of stem cells for use in growing more stabile and flexible Handler’s. Now, as the four Cubans and Gray had demonstrated, it was possible for the Coven to manufacture the men needed to feed the army of invincible muscular giants that Dr. Singh and the Coven sought to create. Soon no person, no army and no government would be able to stand in the way of the Coven. The Coven had its own global goals, Dr. Singh was interested only in one and soon he would be able to move forward on it. The store of gathered stem cells now made Mark expendable. They had every base type that the Coven needed. A series of small operations had harvested vital cells with Mark’s extraordinary DNA signature from his skeletal muscles, skin, bone marrow, intestines and blood vessels. With these cells in hand, all the components requiring enhancement and stabilization to create the perfect collection of Handlers and to feed the Coven muscle-giant soldiers could now be manufactured and tailored. Dr. Singh was sorry to leave Mark and his fabulous DNA triggers behind but he knew that Mark would have been dead soon anyway. It would only take one or two more invasive operations into Mark’s lower spine, or testicles to gather the precious stem cells that those areas produced to kill him. As Indigo’s huge body disappeared into the darkness of the stone corridors, the doctor had sighed briefly as he thought briefly of the massive black man. Muscle upon gargantuan muscle flowed over Indigo’s receding back, legs, shoulders and ass as he headed off anxiously to his demanding assignment. The man was a veritable God of muscle and, having ingested Gray’s stem cell amplified cum, he would shortly become nothing short of a paragon of muscle. Dr. Singh fondled the filled hypodermic needle safely hidden in his pocket. He knew what it would mean to Indigo shortly but he also knew that he had other plans for the amazing muscle creature. Standing back in the lab and looking over the two assistants as he sedated Gray’s lying form and untying him from the medical table, Dr. Singh decided that it was best for him to move as quickly as possible. The two men were fantastically handsome and wore nothing more than the smile on their faces (Dr. Singh had a predisposition to surround himself only with the most physically attractive Coven soldiers). Both were probably only in their early twenties and appeared to be Middle Eastern or Central Asian. Their dark curly hair spoke of individuals that would normally be fairly rich in body hair. The muscle enhancement process had removed most of that attribute. Dr. Singh was sure that these young men would probably be just as physically desirable with the body hair but enjoyed the chance to see their marvelous musculature moving richly beneath the shining sheen of their thinly stretched naturally brown skins. Amir was the larger of the two assistants in weight at 370 pounds. He was also the shorter one at only 5’-4” tall. His lesser height amplified the thickness and richness of his scrumptious muscles. Amir’s 66” chest glistened with fully blossomed muscularity. His abs were so sharply defined that it appeared as if someone had set a series of eight water- washed boulders where each etched ab should be located and plastered them together with tooled sinews of connecting muscle. His “Apollo’s girdle” was the most deeply cut band of shadowed muscle Dr. Singh had ever seen on any man and made Amir’s 29” waistline all the more amazing to look at and appreciate. A pair of 36” thighs were wonders of cabled muscle as they exploded from Amir’s stunning groin and narrow hips. His 10” cock was thin but lined with powerful veining that pumped with each beat of his excited heart. Samir was the taller guard and stood just a shade over 6’. His 350” pound body looked much more gymnastic than Amir’s. Samir’s 26” arms were as big and solid as Amir’s but looked considerably more graceful and flowing as his biceps and triceps covered the greater distance between his cannonball delts and his exceptionally trim elbows. The smallness of his wrist and ankle joints helped feed the visual power of his extremely striated musculature. Samir’s chest and torso looked as if it had been pounded out of solid metal into a prefect shining brown breastplate. His upper body could have served as the mold for the very best ancient Roman armor. When he moved, the rich striations in every muscle erupted into countless furrows of ultra-defined meat. Even the entire wrist-thick shaft of his powerful 12” cock seemed lined with carved striations. Amir and Samir held the three new Cuban handlers on the length of heavy chaining that extended along their haphazard line. Like the two Coven guards, the Cubans were naked. Their freshly grown 30” stem cell generated cocks cantilevered like great long up-curving bows from the ripped muscle of their carved groins. Their middleweight bodybuilder caliber bodies more than made up for whatever handsomeness their weathered faces lacked. The cocks and bodies were the effect of the stem cell enhancement. Testicles the size of ripe coconuts hung heavily beneath the bases of the Cuban cock shafts with their man-cream filling longing for release of their precious enhancing elixir. Gray moaned as Dr. Singh untied him. Gray’s newly honed muscles still appeared as richly etched meat on his ripped body even in his state of semi-consciousness. His baseball bat cock waved languidly in the air as Dr. Singh lead Gray’s woozy body down from the lab table and onto its feet. The doctor let his hands roam over Gray’s beautiful body as long as he dared. Dr. Singh’s own equally prodigious cock knocked against the stern lining of his pants legs as it stirred toward arousal. Nodding to Samir, Dr. Singh directed the Coven guard to hook Gray’s waving figure up to the rest of the Handler line. Growing noises in the hallway forced Dr. Singh to rush their escape. The collection of Handlers was half led/half pulled into the dark corridor by Amir as Samir forced the back of the line of handsomely muscled men and their stupendous cocks forward. The seven men moved directly across the hall and through a narrow dark opening that the doctor knew led to a passage up toward the fortress courtyard. Spider webs of disuse clung to the muscular bodies as they worked their way silently upward. Moonlight flooded the open yard as the eastern sky was just beginning to show its promise of a new dawn. At the far end of the Coven stronghold, Indigo’s muscles stood boldly inscribed on his expanding body. He had stopped briefly as directed to tie Mark’s half-conscious body to the operating table. Now Indigo stood in the small chamber that led to the outside on the beach from which he had last entered Elmina. He could feel the increasing girth and density of his stupendous muscles as he loosened the chaining that tied the outer boulder to the rest of the chamber wall. Water leaked in slowly around the outer closure rock that he had hauled into place not too long ago signally that the entire entrance was now several feet below the high-tide level of the water. Indigo’s immediate task was as simple as it was impossible. At least it would have been impossible for any other man. Now that it had been infiltrated, this entire Coven complex needed to be abandoned. It had served its purpose well. Dr. Singh and the Coven had the stem cells they needed from Mark and had perfected the stabilizing process with the handlers in this Coven Handler Cell facility as witnessed in Gray and the Cubans. As Indigo was in the midst of demonstrating, the Coven could even create the unimagined M6-level muscle god now. Soon Indigo’s muscles would be so big and so dense that, for all intents and purposes, he would be invincible. Once that level had been achieved, he would take the stabilizer making him the first and greatest muscle creature ever developed in the world. Indigo could already feel some of that new power pulsing through his magnificent body. He could feel the rippling strength of his watermelon-thick pecs beating within each steel-like fiber of muscle within their planetoid volumes. Endless striations formed countless cables of unflinching meat over his expanding chest, corded shoulders and marbled abs. Reaching behind, Indigo could feel each defined strata of hot meat rolling within the wealth of his supremely defined ass muscles. New veins appeared right before Indigo’s eyes in the vacuum-formed space between his tingling skin and brilliant muscles as his ballooning meat demanded more and more enrichment as it grew. He smiled at his fortune in possessing the single greatest compilation of growing muscular development. Pausing from his task for just one more short moment, Indigo rolled one arm into a colossal biceps flex. The phenomenal muscle boiled with definition, density and sharpness as it sphered itself into an array of fibered balls all interlocked and interactive. Veins as thick as Indigo’s fingers roped the giant muscle encasing it with enriching power. It had probably already surpassed the 44” mark and was heading toward his ultimate 4’ circumference goal. Indigo could feel the solidity of the tensile-hard meat all the way through to the very core of the flexed arm muscle. The muscle, like every other one swelling on his body, was amazing and erotically formed beyond any dream Indigo had ever had about muscle. He permitted himself one lovingly offered kiss of the hot, hard biceps meat before returning his attention to the immediate assignment. A battle still raged violently in the Main Entry Chamber. White had disappeared from the chamber with Epoch in a cloud of rock dust leaving Black and Liberty alone in battle. Once the pressure of Epoch’s pull on Black had been suddenly eliminated, the two remaining men were thrown completely and unexpectedly off balance. Within seconds Black and Liberty found themselves rolling one over the other toward the tunnel that led the way into the subterranean complex from the row house in Cape Coast. As an M4- level agent, Black was a good 80 pounds heavier with fibrous muscle and typically would be almost four times as strong as Liberty. While the weight difference was accurate, as with others, Coven enhancements of the recent past had increased Liberty’s base strength reducing the differential substantially. Black’s arms screamed with the pain from being used in the viscous tug-of-war between Epoch and Liberty. Yet, the fight had also forced his body to a level of pumped brilliance never previously experienced by him. Even released from their strenuous challenge, his biceps, pecs, shoulders and traps were so densely stimulated that they refused to relax as much as a single fiber of permanently flexed vascular brilliance. Pain shot through his groin as Black’s equally hardened cock ripped across the unforgiving stone floor as the two men tumbled uncontrollably together. The situation was no different for Liberty; especially for his stupendous wedge of burning cock meat. Their naked bodies crashed repeated against one another as they rolled with their equally unyielding muscles slamming like granite into each other. The vault-like door brought them to a sudden and brutal stop with Liberty on top of Black. Their steel-belted pecs ground together as the two men continued to fight for a position of supremacy over one another. Hoisting himself up slightly higher than Black, Liberty drove the diamond hard head of his stake-like cock into Black’s lower abdomen. Black screamed as his lower torso took on the full pressure of being trapped between Liberty’s inflexible cock shaft and the relentless rock of the chamber floor. He crunched down hard and instinctively on his lower abdominal muscles and those anchoring the root of his own immense cock to his groin just in time to prevent Liberty’s ramrod cock from digging its way into the core of his intestinal tract. Black held the flexed crunch as Liberty tried to pummel his cock shaft into the angered American several times as if seeking to fuck the life out from Black. As Liberty raised his torso using their steel-hard, interlocked pecs as the fulcrum for his driving cock-thrusts, Black clasped both hands and forearms up like a steeple of solid muscle beneath Liberty just below the massive swell of his straining pec meat. As Liberty plunged his aroused body down onto Black in his next attempt to force his super-charged cock through Black’s groin, Black drove his clenched fists up into Liberty’s upper abs. Liberty was unprepared for the encounter as Black’s closed hands sunk deep into his folding plates of abdominal muscle. Only the fact that Liberty was on top saved him from fatal damage. Crunching hard on his abs and using his massive legs, Liberty flung his body up and off of Black. He was on his feet in an instant. Liberty knew he needed to prepare himself for Black’s next assault but his cringing abs also demanded some immediate attention. Before Black could move, Liberty spun on the balls of his feet and retreated to the far side of the chamber. His hands went immediately to his abs searching for any feel of permanent damage. As sore as they were, the plates of muscle defining each stupendous abdominal felt as hard and defined as ever. Liberty glanced down to reinforce his sense that he was basically OK but the pump of his massive pecs blocked any clear view of his begging upper abs. However, in the harsh light of the room, Liberty was able to get a good look at the pride and joy of his over-stimulated cock. More than any body part on any living man; Liberty loved his cock and loved its massive and unique strength and shape. The great wedge of cock meat and cock head was so hard and aroused that it reflected the light from its meaty, veiny surface as if it were a multi-faceted diamond. Precum virtually spit from the lustful piss slit with every beat of his pumping heart. Liberty could feel the pressure of the cum in his tense balls begging for a victorious release. His cock looked as if it had expanded to a full 6” across at the staggering wide base and tapered like a rough- whittled log to a 4” width just over a foot away from his groin right behind the fleshy collar of his hungry cock head. The great crown flared out to a rigid 5” width before coning down to the spitting opening another 4” out. The entire 16” weapon stood charged, loaded and seeking to shoot. A glimmer of metallic reflection shone from the darkness of a nearby niche just as a sudden splash of wetness hit the side of Liberty’s cock. His meat was so aroused and hot that a spray of steam seemed to shoot away from the point of watery impact. Liberty turned in the direction from which the flash of light and droplet had come to see the glaring eyes of the Cuban he had carried in with him sitting crouched on the floor. Liberty had all but forgotten his captive. Just as the man started to rise, Liberty caught Black’s massive bulk moving out of the corner of his eyes. He had no time right now to deal with the insignificant Cuban. Liberty spun on one foot sending a glancing blow against the Cuban’s handsomely fissured pecs. The man gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs and he sailed into the nearby pile of ancient iron weapons. Groaning told Liberty that the man had suffered some minor injury at worse. Black’s form was now moving fast and Liberty turned his attention back to the main battle before him. Liberty was almost as proud of his 30” biceps and 80” chest as he was of his sensational and unmatchable cock. Yet, the man he stared across at now was a wonder of carved muscle. Black’s silky white skin glistened with his sweat refracting the light so that every ounce of brutal and beautiful strength could be seen in his balled 32” upper arms and his 88” writhing pecs. Each individual leg muscle stood out in bold relief on Black’s angered 50” thighs and 32” calves. Veins of stern conviction danced beneath the American’s perfect skin and dove in and out between the various fissured striations covering every readied muscle on hi superb body. Liberty both enjoyed and feared the view. Liberty’s examination turned to a proud smile as he gazed over Black’s pointing cock. The 16” long organ was sinfully desirable with its 3” curving thickness making it look more delicious than dangerous. Liberty choked back his laugh over the insignificance of the American cock compared to his own enormous weapon of precum-dripping meat. Eyeing the expansive difference in size between Black’s phenomenal chest and supremely tight waist, Liberty wanted to feel his great cock penetrating and destroying the insides of his deadly enemy more than ever. As if reading Liberty’s mind, Black clenched his stunning ass cheeks turning his glutes to layers of granite and launched a charge directly at Liberty’s solar plexus. Liberty had always believed that the best way to deal with any issue was to attack it head on. As powerful and spectacular as Black’s charging muscularity was to behold, it posed an unacceptable threat to the Caribbean Coven member. Liberty reached behind for a second and then locked his own 435-pound body of muscle into a vision of carved rock and charged directly at Black. The two colossal bodies met in the middle of the chamber. Their impact filled the room with earsplitting echoes of thunder as both magnificent bodies crashed together with total personal abandon. Black’s 80 pound heavier mass pushed the two men back toward the direction from which Liberty had sprung. Both men held their footings as they careened to a dead stop. Black’s arms moved with surprising speed for their target as his grasping hands honed in on Liberty’s upper abs. The muscle was stone hard but still tender from the earlier pummeling to which it had been subjected. Liberty crunched down on his assaulted abdominal plates pushing them for all the power they had but not before Black had gotten a chance to get a good hold of the two upper abs between his crushing fingers. The pain of Black’s unforgiving hands digging into his gut filled Liberty’s eyes with spinning stars. Swinging wildly, Liberty brought both steel-belted forearms down on top of Black’s ripping the American’s hands away from their clutching grasp. Pain filled Liberty’s upper abs as several lines of skin were ripped apart across the surface of his topmost abs. A flow of blood pulsed from the lines of skin wounds chilling Liberty’s body where it had been injured. Refocusing his anger, Liberty returned the favor. As swiftly as his arms had come down on Black’s writhing forearm meat, they were back up high above his head with a pair of short rusted-iron knives firmly clasped in his folded hands. Liberty slammed the two spiny pieces of metal against the globed plates of Black’s massive pecs. Both blades of metal shattered almost immediately upon contact with the rock-like pec meat but not before slicing a pair of rugged lines across several inches of Black’s handsome pectoral projections. One blade even managed to cut through the upper half of one golden brown areola finally exploding into countless pieces of useless metal when it came in contact with the towering, aroused nipple protruding from the center of the delicious brown circle. The men separated as the pain of the cuts took their immediate attention. Eyeing one another, it was clear that, in spite of the power of the assault, neither man was seriously damaged. Black ran his hands over the thin lines of blood that had been etched onto his glorious pecs. His massive muscles shook with the sudden realization of his mortality. Liberty salivated over the sight of the enormously muscled American stroking his gargantuan man-tits while the rest of his stunning body quaked with mind-boggling muscularity. The Coven soldier’s hands went immediately to his own wondrous cock, ignoring his own insignificant abdominal injury. Liberty found his cock to be more excited, hard and aroused than he could ever remember it being. The statuesque pillar of cock meat proved to be even too petrified into place for his own considerable strength to shift even a fraction of an inch from its mounted position. It was time for Liberty to claim his prize in the form of the American ass. Black still seemed focused on the curiosity of the cuts on his stupendous pectorals. Liberty charged again without warning. This time his target was Black’s lower abs, which still glowed red from the earlier piped assault by Liberty’s ramming cock. His hands ready, Liberty zoomed in on their objective while Black seemed to remain unfocused on the fight. That was precisely what Black had hoped for. Just as Liberty got within striking range, Black took one blinding swift step to one side bringing a waiting arm down under Liberty’s steely arm meat. Spinning both of their bodies together, Black wrapped both 32” upper arms solidly under Liberty’s 30” monster arms and hauled the gargantuan Coven soldier into a full nelson hold with both of them locked pec to back on their knees. Black immediately forced his cock into the crevasse between Liberty’s crushing ass muscles. The huge Caribbean arched forward as Black’s cock pushed up against his tailbone. Black pulled back on Liberty’s trapped arms while applying pressure with his cupped hands against the base of the Coven enemy’s heavily muscled neck. Liberty’s body arched higher as Black secured his hold. His expansive pec meat fanned into ribbed ribbons of tightly stretched meat and his biceps curled into fissured displayed of tightly balled muscle. Liberty’s injured abs were stretched until they formed a great vacuum from the base of his pecs to the core of his cock. Liberty’s lower back rode far away from Black’s abdomen forced forward by the power of Black’s pistoned cock. The American cock shaft proved to be not nearly as delicate as it had appeared to Liberty’s ego just moments ago. The cock head wedged between Liberty’s clutching ass cheeks felt as though it was supported on a steel-reinforced concrete shaft. Only the bulging thickness of Black’s mooned pecs pressing against Liberty’s upper back kept his body from being bowed backward enough to instantly snap his lower spine. Black pulled Liberty’s arms and neck toward him as hard as he possibly could. Liberty’s 80” lats winged wider and wider with each pull creating a massive exaggeration between their stunning width and the tightness of his miniscule 29” waistline. In front of all of Liberty’s challenged upper body mass, stood his colossal cock. The remarkable wedge of crystallized meat protruded forward like a great stone cantilevered half bridge from his chiseled groin. Sweat poured from Black’s body as he struggled to sever Liberty’s thickly muscled neck from the spread-eagled trunk of his massively muscled body. Try as he might, Black seemed unable to overcome Liberty’s determination and solidity of fabulously earned muscle. Their interlocked arms grew to diamond hard proportions and anatomically cut definition. Black could feel the power of his own astounding pecs and arms beginning to wane in their painfully well-matched struggle. Just as he was ready to give up the hold, a glimmer of motion in the shadows of a nearby niche caught Black’s attention. The form of the beautifully muscled Cuban that Liberty had dragged into the chamber with him stepped into the harsh light of the room. In one hand he held a shiny new surgical knife. In the other he carried a centuries old spear with its rusted iron point and three-meter long wood shaft. The trim middleweight muscles on the Cuban’s body were as anatomically perfect as anything Black had ever laid eyes upon. As stunningly beautiful as the neatly muscled body was, it was the magnificent 30” cock and coconut sized balls that brought a gasp to the mouth of the struggling American. At the surprising sighting of the aroused Cuban, it took all of Black’s efforts not to lose control of his hold over Liberty. The Cuban’s eyes wandered longingly over the offered splendor of Liberty’s waiting body. It was as phenomenally beautiful with tremendously powerful and superbly accomplished muscle to behold as it was dangerous and vicious. For a moment, the Cuban was taken aback by all of Liberty’s 435 pounds of sculpted, naked perfection. Above all, there was that sublimely unique cock filled with power and desire unlike any other human male organ. The rock-like qualities of Liberty's cock made it as sexually compelling as it was deadly. The constant leak of silvery precum from Liberty’s amazing cock begged for sexual contact. The handsome Cuban body moved boldly forward as if it was being hypnotically drawn to Liberty’s stunning muscularity and animal magnetism until the Cuban’s cock was a mere fraction of an inch from Liberty’s proud chin. In broken English the Cuban looked toward Black and claimed Liberty to be his to deal with and asked that Black hold him hard and steady. Black debated his chances and then nodded his understanding. Without a moment more of hesitation, the Cuban drove the shining surgical instrument hard and fast against Liberty’s splayed left pec. With the battle-pumped condition of the rich muscle of the Coven soldier’s pecs, the simple blade had no chance. Liberty spit out his laugher at the angry Cuban when the knife shattered to pieces over his stunning man-tit meat. With increased anger and unflinching determination, the Cuban raised the long rusty spear over his head grasping the inch-thick wooden shaft at about the mid point. A clear look of absolute determination preceded the Cuban’s screaming drive of the pointed spear directly at Liberty’s godless heart beating deep beneath the thickest part of his staggering pec meat. The old rusty spear shattered just as completely as the knife had against the superior muscle of Liberty’s stretched pectoral leaving nothing more than a pinpoint of red where the tip had come in contact with the diamond hard meat. All that remained was about three feet of the wooden shaft with one severely splintered, spike-shaped end. Black continued to hold the arrogant muscle giant awaiting some other direction from the disappointed Cuban. The small Hispanic looked woefully at the remaining spear shaft and then glared at the laughing Coven soldier. A splash of precum dripped from Liberty’s peacocked cock head as if to taunt the Cuban for his failed efforts against Liberty’s tremendously powerful muscle. Then the Cuban remembered the first time he had seen Liberty and his amazing cock back in the hot Havana warehouse. Kneeling in front of the massive muscleman while Black continued to hold Liberty in place, the Cuban slowly reached out toward the proud, unflinching cock. The Cuban began to play with Liberty’s piss slit with the nail of his middle finger and then slowly forced the moist slit lips apart just as he had seen Liberty do on that first fateful day. As the Cuban worked his middle finger ever so slowly into Liberty’s cock head, the Coven giant’s massive muscles of his arms, lats, shoulders and chest shuttered orgasmically from full-bodied to magnificently striated. Black could feel the sexually stimulated pulsing of Liberty’s stone hard muscles as more and more of the Cuban finger disappeared with erogenous vigor into Liberty’s excited cock head. The muscle convulsions grew more rapid and contorted as the Cuban finger tickled its way into the cock shaft until the last knuckle had been completely inserted. The Cuban began to twist his embedded finger forcing the maximum amount of stimulation into Liberty’s quaking body. He could both sense and feel that the great Coven muscleman was on the very edge of orgasm. Not wanting to set off the great cock just yet, the Cuban gently and carefully removed his precum-soaked finger. Lifting his right hand, Black could see that the Cuban still held the spike-ended spear. Securing globs of precum from both his own excited cock and Liberty’s, the Cuban lubricated the ripped end of the spear. Then, as he had done with his middle finger, the Cuban pushed the slicked end of the spear shaft up into the quivering cock slit lips of Liberty’s monumental organ. Fear showed in Liberty’s face for the first time as inch, by tingling inch, the Cuban inserted more and more of the wooden shaft. The widening band of wood forced the struggling cock lips further and further apart until the full inch wide post ripped into the stunned cock. With almost half a foot of wood engaged in Liberty’s cock, the Cuban began to pull and push the wood shaft in and out of the overstuff organ. Each time the wood went in, Liberty’s entire body shuttered with mind-boggling muscle closer toward orgasm. When it finally came, the Cuban was ready. Steadying himself against the onslaught of Liberty’s rushing cum against the leading end of the embedded wood shaft, the Cuban let the force of the first explosion of cum push most of the stick back out. With it came Liberty’s rich flow of white-hot cream washing the sides of the spear shaft. Before the second gush of cum could escape, the Cuban stood and drove almost a foot of the wood into Liberty’s cock tubing. Both men could feel the pressure of the trapped cum fighting against the sausaged wooden post. Black could feel each quiver of Liberty’s massive muscles as they quaked through the repeated orgasmic releases of trapped cum. After several more pulsing bursts, Liberty’s loins were spent but the cum remained captured within his plugged cock shaft. The Cuban could also sense that Liberty had finished the last of his major ejaculations. Looking the Coven warrior straight in the eyes, the Cuban grabbed hold of the spear shaft and, with one tremendous scream of unbridled conviction, shoved another foot into Liberty’s spent and special cock. Liberty groaned and then coughed. A dribble of blood mixed with cum exited Liberty’s mouth as the fluids rushed in to the mortal wound ripped into his intestines. The Cuban pushed again and twisted the spear until the power of Liberty’s still-hard cock shaft severed the post with most of it still entombed in his cock and groin. Liberty’s body hit the floor hard as Black let go of the slumping figure. Liberty’s corpse landed on its back with the embedded wood spear shaft holding his unmatched cock shaft up vertically from his loins. A pool of mixed white cum and red blood still ran from his open mouth onto the hard stone floor.