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 11 By: JOHN An overcast sky of early monsoon season filtered the light of the noon hour in Bangkok. Wells was in the private gym maintained by the American Embassy. He needed the workout to both kill time until he had to head for his frightening confrontation with “Niel” or “Klein”. It was apparent that Klein had been subjected to some form of brainwashing by the Coven. Wells could only pray that there would be some way to break through to his former M-squad partner. The Ambassador had been informed that a “special operative” would be using the gym and that no one was to be permitted access to that wing while he was there. Secrecy had always been an important part of the M-squad operations and this was certainly not the time to disrupt that part of the program. Sweat poured from Wells extraordinary body of sharpened muscle. The mass of meat defining his 650 pounds tingled almost electrically with pumped power. He had just finished his leg workout and stood before a full-length mirror enjoying the marvelous display of his crisply cut quads, calves and leg biceps. No anatomy chart ever created showed the individual leg muscles any more clearly than Wells flexed legs did in reality. Almost 5 feet of upper leg girth boiled with seemingly invincible strength and unimaginable beauty beneath a spray painting of translucent skin. Rich veining fed the enormous muscles and pumped with every beat of his stimulated heart. The barbell from his last set of squats was still draped across Wells tire-thick traps and watermeloned shoulders. Almost 750 pounds of weight plates on each side curved the burdened bar downward at each end to look more like a readied bow waiting for its arrow. Wells flexed one upper leg and then the other just for the sheer pleasure of watching the gargantuan muscles roll and cut themselves into countless lines of chiseled furrowed striations. Then he forced his burning legs through one last muscle-ripping set of ten squats without taking his eyes from the luscious view of his massive legs in action as they carried the ¾ ton of weight carefully up and down. Dropping the weight loudly onto the vertical supports of a squat rack, Wells stepped closer to the mirror free from the equipment. His legs thundered with competing muscle as his inner thighs tried to move by one another. The balled wonders of his calves were so pronounced from the workout that the outer flanks of their 32” mass collided together with each passing. Wells pecs and shoulders still glowed with the sweat polish of their earlier workout. Wells picked up an empty barbell in his hands and began to force his arms down and together as if seeking to produce a most-muscular crunch pose. The 2” diameter of solid steel that formed the barbell shaft groaned as Wells drove his fists toward one another in front of his plated abdominals. Rope thick veins exploded out on top of his screaming biceps and triceps meat as they turned to flesh harder than the steel they challenged. Wells smile turned to a slight grimace as his colossal 40” arm muscles warned of their desired supremacy over the unfortunate steel bar. His huge shoulders rose until the meaty tops became vast, ridged hills of defining mass larger than his handsome head. The bar folded in on itself as Wells continued to apply more and more of his endless pressure against it. Continental globes of pectoral muscle filled up with fingers of striated meat as they joined into the forces working on the barbell. The canyon walls of muscled meat describing Wells cleavage closed as his chest swelled into foot-thick rock. With one victorious grunt, Wells fists slammed together in front of his navel with the two free ends of the barbell clanging together defeated by his awesome muscle power. Another spectacle of even more stellar muscular power was taking place in a small anti- chamber of the Coven stronghold in Cape Coast, Ghana. Indigo could actually feel his enriched muscles growing by the minute as he leaned his huge body into the great boulder blocking the subterranean entrance into the bowels of the Elmina fortress. Indigo had no idea what he must have weighed by now but it had to be well over 800 pounds – the vast majority of it incalculably strong and immeasurably dense muscle. In theory, an M6 would possess muscle so dense that nothing could penetrate it, not even a direct hit by an armor-piercing missile. Muscle that dense would be very heavy and very solid for its size; not that the size of the muscle would be small by any definition. Indigo’s arms were already approaching 48” around and his thighs were well over 5 ½’ in circumference. If he had had a tape measure, Indigo would have been pleased with his 117” upper torso, especially when exaggerated by the trimness of his 33” waistband. Lats as thick as truck tires rolled with wave upon wave of cabled muscle meat pushing the difference in width between Indigo’s shoulder breadth and lower back just above the mountain ranges of his gluteal muscles to more than 3-to-1. Indigo flexed the wondrous bulk of his two rocked ass cheeks. He could feel the brutal power of their expansively chiseled forms as they closed the hand- deep canyon defined by their corded cleavage. Leaning harder against the capping boulder, Indigo’s calf muscles swelled into fluted columns of meat larger than the thighs of champion bodybuilders and stood prominently coiled as Indigo dug his feet into the compacted sand floor of the small chamber. Pressing against the forces of the rock, all four feet of Indigo’s staggering biceps and triceps muscle stood veined and carved like diamond on his arms. The more he forced his body against the multi-ton boulder and the pressure of the sea acting behind it, the more fantastically anatomical his display of muscle became. Indigo’s continuing muscle growth stretched his skin thinner over their gargantuan forms until it was nothing more than a dark chocolate coloring over the very muscle fibers and roped veining pressing against it. A full 26” of equally dense cock meat beat passionately at Indigo’s writhing groin as the first groans of separation gurgled between the closure boulder and the chamber opening. Drops of leaking sea water ran over his meloned delts drifting down across the vast plains of his mooned pecs then dripped warmly onto the sensitive covering of the coned cock head mixing with Indigo’s precum. Scrapings drew flat lines in the hard sand as the giant rock moved under the power of Indigo’s boundless muscle strength. The leak turned into a steady pouring of salty water around all the sides of the surrendering boulder. The surging water rushed in around the stone pelting Indigo’s petrified muscles as the stream turned into a battering cascade. Muscle and ocean fought with the muscle winning as the huge rock tumbled forward into the voluminous ocean current. The hosing water rammed against Indigo’s sweltering pecs, arms, legs and torso. Tons of wet pressure slammed into his body and his armored cock shaft. Pleasured pain coursed through Indigo’s loins as his cock as it fed on the brutal power of his muscles in action and the stinging prickling of the warm water on his massive cock. Indigo’s massive body stood boldly like a second roadblock for the path of the charging water. The huge black man dug his feet into the sandstone floor as the force of the water crashed into every curve, globe, valley, ridge and ball of reinforced muscle on his unyielding body. The current tried to rip Indigo’s hot, hard cock from it anchored cantilever from his groin but the pummeling pressure only fed his sexual libido with a want for immediate release. As the immense granite block angled forward, it pulled Indigo’s torso with it. Every monstrously huge muscle pumped with desire as the fibers fed on the assault to push their continuing growth. The whipping waves of water danced around Indigo’s pendulous 4” cock thickness like countless, sensuous fingers toying with its orgasmic trigger. The huge body of muscle quaked and quivered as jolt after jolt of stimulating wet rhythm swirled over and along his hot cock shaft and massaged his gloriously filled balls. The shaking body convulsed through the throws of the first orgasmic missile of steaming cum. The white man-cream shot through the opposing water currents like a driven salmon challenge against the current of a rushing stream to reach its spawning site. The manipulating water pushed spasm after spasm of Indigo’s spilling cum out into the warming sea until the last drops had been swallowed by the filling ocean. Finally, with the last burst of ejaculating cum from Indigo’s enormous cock, the great boulder fell onto the outer sands as the sea rushed in to fill the exposed opening of the chamber. The surging tide took away much of the footing upon which Indigo’s body was dependent. His task accomplished, the colossal black body turned its exhausted, water- shined muscle away from the jets of water pouring through the gaping opening and to the task of escaping before the water filled the entire Coven stronghold. Wetness also dripped from Wells magnificent body as the humidity of the midday in Bangkok even reached into the gym where he was still working out. Wells tossed a useless bent barbell onto the pile with the other three he had already destroyed. He knew there would be a lot of hell to pay for the damage he was doing but his combined need to push his enormous muscles as hard as he could with the limited equipment available and anger over Klein’s brainwashing was too powerful to ignore. The workout had pushed his muscle-pump to stunning fullness. Wells flexed his biceps high until the uppermost peak of the multi-split granite-hard spheres of phenomenal meat reached clear up to the bottom of his clenched fist and tried to push their way even higher. Opening his fingers, Wells tenderly stroked the capping veining that wrapped over the huge balls of biceps meat feeling his own pulse beating through the pressurized blood flowing in the thick cords of the veins. An equally hardened muscle pounded for attention at Wells groin. His eyes moved from the glory of his chiseled 40” biceps over the expanse of his 98” pecs and down the columned walls of his plated abs until they finally focused in on the pleading sensations of his 24” cock. The ramrod shaft was as thick as an average bodybuilder’s forearm and looked to be just as solid. A plethora of feeding veining lined and circled the huge organ. Sweat shined the inflexible shaft and running precum polished the double-fist-sized crown. A new wealth of precum gurgled from the smiling piss slit lips as Wells watched. His cock wanted the same attention the rest of his monstrous muscles were getting and his loins wanted release. Taking up one more unloaded barbell. Wells laid the 2” pipe across the top of his hungry cock shaft just behind the sensitive tissue of the flaring cap collar. His whole body quivered with ultra-defined muscle as the cold metal tickled the sexually driven nerve endings of his super-charged cock. Placing his hands where the weights would normally be placed on the barbell, Wells began to push as he crunched down on the groin muscles supporting his cock at its anchored root. At first, the column of his straining cock shaft began to curve from the outer end down toward the floor under the extreme burden being suddenly applied. As Wells forced his mind into the feelings shooting through his challenged cock, the massive pole reinforced its way back up to its signature solid upcurved shape in staunch defiance to the enormous challenge. As his recharged cock rose to the battle, Wells pushed down harder on the barbell. Every fiber in his muscle-saturated arms and chest exploded with mindless strength as they worked against the upward force of his majestic cock shaft. His cock glowed with the same density of meaty wonder as the rest of his fabulous body. Jolts of orgasmic joy shot through his mind as Wells fighting cock increased in sensitive response. The solid metal of the barbell pipe was trapped between the relentless efforts of Wells unforgiving arm muscles and his demanding cock. This barbell, like its predecessors, began to groan as inhuman muscle sought to overwhelm the cold-rolled steel. Wells balls danced below his cock shaft as they responded to the erotic stimulation. Rich man-cream flowed within Wells groin as his cock readied its response. The barbell began to fold over the point of contact with Wells beating organ. Wells triceps rolled into head- thick horseshoes of muscle on the back of his fighting arms. His pecs and delts divided and re-divided into ribbons of striated meat as they turned harder than the metal they challenged. The 2” wide bar continued to warp until it formed a 90-degree angle wedged over the 4” thickness of his 20” long, diamond-hard cock shaft. Then Wells spread his legs and squatted slightly until he could lock the ends of the barbell between his welcoming inner thighs. Once secured, Wells let go of the bar with his hands and let the power of his 5’ upper legs take control. The muscles smothering his upper legs soon carried the same astounding level of striated definition that had possessed his arms and pecs moments ago. The bar continued to bend, wrapping itself around his cock until the sharpened shaft meat was fully surrounded in steel on the top and sides. As he continued to force that ends of the bar toward one another with his legs, Wells shifted slightly in his shallow squat to swing his cream-stuffed balls to shift clear of the crushing meat of his closing inner thighs. The sound of the two free ends of the barbell clanging together beneath his cock under the force of his closed thigh meat signaled completion of the bar shaping task. Grabbing hold of the folded rod with both hands again, Wells began to force the capturing bar down along the screaming sides of his heated cock shaft. The feeding veining trapped between the onion-thin skin and unflinching meat of his handsome cock shaft swelled visibly as the metal bar forced its way over their heating coils. Wells sweat- moistened precum served as gentle lubricant as he pushed and pulled the warped bar along several inches of his hot 20” organ shaft. The 4” long conical cock crown was ablaze with blood-enriched excitement. Muscular convulsions shot through Wells ultra- defined body as he continued to use the folded steel tube to masturbate himself. Watching his gargantuan muscles quivering erotically all over his shaking body in the mirror carried Wells desires for release to their ultimate goal. A spider web of lines spread out almost instantly across the face of the nearby mirror as the power of the first volley of cum slammed against its shattered surface. The second torrent of Wells hot white cream hit the same mark. The flowing hot liquid ran along the radiating lines of the shattering mirror painting the lower half of the webbing white. The third volley of cum spilled outside the crack lines as it ran down the face of the splintered glass oozing down in slow, rich streams toward the floor. Wells muscles shook with orgasmic delight as his cock emptied his groin of his steaming man-juice. Wells pushed the wrapping bar along his pumping cock shaft until the last droppings of cum had been forced out and his body was filled with a sense of joyful exhaustion. Wells cock stayed hard for several minutes after being drained. The ends of the bar wrapping its beating meat banged against the floor rhythmically as the great organ pumped out the last of its orgasmic excitement. Wells sat contemplating the patterns of his flowing cum as it worked its way toward the floor over the fractured surface of the mirror. His massive body looked like a great Picasso painting of a male nude in the multi- faceted reflections of the destroyed mirror. He flexed his pecs several times just to see them explode into their foot thick globes of striated rock. Pushing his hands up behind his handsome head, Wells forced his lats into giant quarter wheels of veined meat as he crunched down to chisel his ripped abs for all they were worth. The totality of his 100” upper torso still seemed impossibly beautiful as it road atop his miniscule 30” waistline The massive meat within Wells stretched pecs still left them a good half-foot thick and lined with steel-like cables of muscle. Wells followed this with a number of eye-popping arm curls. With 40” of stone-dense meat clinging to his upper arms, Wells balled biceps alone were as big and thick as his staring meat. Wells 50” thighs thundered forward as he locked his legs into place. By now Wells cock was ready for another release of steaming cum. As he stroked the 20” shaft of his 4” wide cock-rod, Wells couldn’t help but notice that the multiple reflections of his gargantuan pec meat in the fractured mirror still covered with the last dripping of his hot cum made his magnificent muscle look even more powerfully and deadly than he knew them to be. Sexual desires took control of Wells hands as they clamped down powerfully on his heating cock shaft with each faster and long stroke. Wells loved his 650-pound body, but he would gladly surrender it just to get Klein back without needing to kill him. The barbell bending was a simple and easy game. Wells next workout was certain not to be nearly as easy or as safe. Every overwhelmingly scaled muscle on Wells body jolted to the sensation of another orgasm. Cum spilled out as thickly and powerfully as it had just moments before. For a few brief seconds Wells mind was consumed with the gratifying sensations that marked the instant of sexual fulfillment. The cum of both ejaculations mixed together in a large pool on the gym floor where it met the destroyed mirror. He drained his beating cock of cum licking the last droplets from his hands. Wells let his body rest for a few minutes before cleaning up the residue from his orgasms. Then he sat contemplatively on a nearby bench staring blindly in a good mirror at the glory of his own body. Now all that was left for Wells to do was to wait until later tonight and his clandestine meeting with his former partner. In the subterranean chambers of Elmina in Ghana, White was not about to wait. Leaving Epoch’s body covered with a discarded tarp, he headed back to the Main Entry Chamber. He was just in time to witness the final thrust of the spear into Liberty’s cum-pumping cock shaft. White swept Black up into his massive arms even before Liberty’s body had achieved a final stillness on the stone floor of the chamber. Twisting slightly at the waist to let their impossibly hard cocks slip by their sides, Black and White wrapped their phenomenal chest and abdominal muscles together as they tightened their hug. Suddenly there was a loud rumble coming from down one of the breached corridors. The Cuban began to speak but before anything of value escaped his mouth a flood of water burst into the room through the gaping opening of a destroyed doorway. Water slammed against the three men. The torrent of salty water kept coming onto the room sweeping the three men from their feet. Fighting against the rushing swells, White was able to reach the smaller Cuban as he sailed by carried by a vicious wave. Black had been dragged over to the one remaining door. At the rate that the water was spilling into the chamber, it would be filled in a matter of minutes. The tunnel through which they had come was at the same level as the chamber floor and far too long to permit them a safe escape. The remaining door appeared to be their only option. The Cuban clung to White for his life with the water level already up to the bottom of his pointing 30” cock. White called out his thoughts to Black who nodded back and then turned his energies to the locked doorway. Exhausted as he was from his battle against Liberty, a new rush of adrenaline filled Black’s already pumped 535-pound body and wealth of muscle with renewed vigor. Clasping both hands tightly together, Black raised his huge 30” arms high over his head and then swung them down against the thick wood of the door. The wood planking shuttered as the stone-hard muscle beat against its ancient surface but did not yield. Black’s hands hurt from the impact. The wetness of the floor had stolen much-needed foot anchorage from him rendering his attack less powerful. Black looked back over one of his massive shoulders and shrugged calling for help. The water whipped through the room creating a dangerous whirlpool of currents and undertows. White turned his eyes to the Cuban. The handsomely muscled man seemed to understand the dilemma before White even spoke of it. A smile of acknowledgement came first and then the Cuban let go of his hold around White’s waist. The swirling water caught him up immediately and swept the Cuban away from White like a loose buoy in a stormy sea. White reached out instinctively but the Cuban was already gone from him. Carefully and as quickly as he dared, White covered the distance between him and his waiting lover. Thank God for his 440 pounds of muscle weight. Without that bulk plus his ramrod cock acting like a sort of guiding rudder, the water would have carried him away as easily as it had the Cuban. White threw one strong hand onto the immense shoulder of his waiting lover. The water was now up to the point where it licked against the sensitive tissue of their aroused nipples. Black smiled his understanding as the two men interlocked their adjacent legs to give them better leverage. Their combined half-ton of muscle turned its full attention to the resistive door. Locking their hands together over their heads, Black’s and White’s arms churned with wiry meat as their respective 30” and 32” arms readied for one last, desperate assault. White counted for them as the massively carved muscles of their chiseled arms turned to denser and denser stone-like consistency with each announced number. At the count of ‘three’ their arms moved down in tandem. The muscles of their leg-thick forearms writhed with roped veining and reinforced sinew. Their biceps and triceps looked as if they had been cut from pure diamond and their colossal shoulders rolled like thundering mountains of ultra-cut meat. The suck of the water as it charged through the destroyed doorway pulled both men into its opening together slamming their massively muscled torsos into one another. The water pushed from behind their blocking bodies as their immense torsos plunged into the too- small hole threatening to drown them in its course. Thinking quickly, White raised his legs to use them as a lever for his upper body against the stone-hard muscle of Black’s back. Using all his vast strength, White pushed as if doing the heaviest squat he had ever undertaken. The two bodies separated just enough to permit the streaming water to carry Black through the doorway alone. White was right behind him. They swam for the surface. Thank God! Stairs! The passage led to a single spiral of solid stone steps leading up into the gloom above. The water crept up step by step. Both men climbed out of its current and collapsed onto the steps. They sat for only a few seconds getting their breath back. Then Black looked longingly at White. “I can’t leave the Cuban behind, White.” Black whispered solemnly. “This fight wasn’t any of his making and, after all, he took out Liberty.” “It’s too dangerous in there and it’s been too long for him!” White pleaded. “I’ve got to try! Don’t wait for us.” Black culled back to White. Before White could respond, Black placed and full, long kiss on his lips and dove into the murky water without hesitation. White screamed out for Black to stop but it was too late. Of course White waited. A minute went by and White was becoming increasingly nervous. The second minute seemed to last an hour but neither Black nor the poor Cuban surfaced. The non-responsive third minute was a tortuous eternity. White refused to give up. Minute after minute ticked by. The water kept pushing him higher and higher up the spiraling steps. After the eighth minutes White broke down. He could see no hope now. Not only had the Cuban been lost, but now the love of his life was gone too. As the following seconds ticked by, Whites training with the M-squad began to take over almost automatically. Death was part of what they understood. Mourning turned quickly to anger. As the anger grew, so did White’s determination to destroy the evil Coven men who had taken so many lives and caused so much harm. He didn’t know where or how he was going to catch up to them, but White swore that he would. He also realized that time wasted was time lost and the only answer, if there was one, was up the stairs. Steeling both his body and his resolve, White pounded up the spinning stone staircase spilling out suddenly into Elmina’s open courtyard of the main public level. White found out, much to his surprise, that he wouldn’t have to wait long to find the enemy. They were at the opposite side of the courtyard. He counted four Coven soldiers, two huge Oriental men, and two somewhat smaller but extremely handsome Arab looking men. In addition there were four handsomely muscled smaller men with absolutely enormous cocks and balls chained between the Arab men. White recognized the fourth man on the chain as Gray. They were all being directed in a hurried fashion by none other than the infamous Dr. Singh. Already, these were not good odds for White. Before he could even begin to formulate a plan of action things changed dramatically with the appearance of a man the scale of which White would have never dreamed to be possible. The new figure shared the same dark glimmering skin tone as White and was about the same height. But the naked God- like creature had to be a good 300 pounds heavier with unbelievably sculpted muscle on his gargantuan frame. His arms alone appeared to be a very, very solid 48” or more. His pecs preceded the rest of his torso when he walked by more than a foot. The colossal back and lats only added to the stunning torso dimension. White could only guess that the man’s upper body had to be at least 10 or 11 feet in solidly muscled circumference. Only the enormity of his super-hard two and a half foot cock stuck out further than the outer peaks of his fissured pec meat. White swallowed a gasp at the amount of muscle saturating the immense black body. There could be no doubt that this was a man with so much muscle that he had to be at the elusive “M6” level of development. That would make the Coven soldier, for all intents and purposes, completely invincible. White was still trying to size up this unbelievable creature when the man dropped a much smaller man to the ground from the side of his body that was away from White’s view. The small man landed on his feet but the huge black man continued to hold him by the wrist. White recognized this smaller man as Wells Handler, Hong Tu. This situation disturbed White as Antonio was no where to be seen. Antonio and Hong Tu had gone off in the lower chambers to find Mark but only Hong Tu was with this huge muscle-giant now. “Sh-h-h-h!” Came the voice from behind White as the unseen hand covered White’s mouth. Keeping his hand on White’s mouth, Antonio stepped quietly around to White’s front while driving both of them into the darkness of a deep alcove. “We need to keep quiet.” Antonio whispered. “Whatever is going on here, we need to stop somehow.” “What happened?” White whispered back both excited to see Antonio and sad at the same time. “All of those left to kill us are dead now, but we lost Black in the process.” “The huge man apparently opened some kind of flood gate in the basements. We found Mark tied to a surgical table. The man smashed the glass wall from the hall as if it was made of paper and took Hong Tu with him. I couldn’t help. I needed to get to Mark and free him before he drown in the rising flood water.” Antonio explained in quiet shorthand. “I untied Mark and then followed the black muscle-giant through a small corridor to a stair that led up to here.” Only then did White see Mark’s darker shadow resting unconsciously in the back of the alcove. He could not tell how injured or hurt Mark was but was at least glad that Antonio had found him and that, apparently, Mark was still alive. By the time White was able to get Antonio to agree that they needed to see what was going on out in the courtyard, things had already changed once again. “Sun & Moon, you are with me.” Dr. Singh was saying. “Bring the canisters you have and the three Cubans with us. And bring my son, Hong Tu, also.” The exchanges were made quickly and efficiently. Gray was unhooked for the chain line and Hong Tu was inserted in his place. Then Sun and Moon started off toward the dungeon wing of the fortress as Dr. Singh wrapped up his orders to the three remaining Coven soldiers. “Indigo, I want you, Samir and Amir to sweep through this place to make sure that there are no more of those pesky M-squad people around. If you find anyone, kill them.” Dr. Singh directed. “I want to know that no one has been left alive. Do what you want with this ‘Gray’ Handler. Drain his cock and then kill him, too.” “What about my stabilizer injection?” Indigo inquired. “Finish the job and I will give it to you on the boat. We will be waiting just outside the Gate of No Return.” Dr. Singh barked. “If you’re not there in 15 minutes, then you’re on your own.” Without waiting for any response, the doctor turned on his heels and darted toward the same dark corridor used by Sun, Moon and the others. “No!” Shouted an angry and mourn-driven White stepping into the courtyard before Antonio could stop him and just as Dr. Singh left. “You have done enough damage. It’s you who needs to die!” “See, there is at least one more of these fools. Kill him!” Dr. Singh screamed to Indigo as he left for good. At the far end of the courtyard, Indigo flung his omnipresent muscular bulk in between White and the passageway that the doctor had taken. Amir and Samir soon filed to each side of the massive muscle-monster with Gray still held captive by Samir on a short length of chain. “One little American soldier!” Indigo laughed. “One tiny flee against three great Coven muscle warriors! This won’t take long to finish at all!” “Two-against-three!” Antonio announced stepping out from the alcove. “That looks like even odds to me!” “Make that three-against-three!” Came the voice from another small dark passageway. Looker stepped out of the darkness into the courtyard as the growing first sun of the cloudless morning licked the corner of the arena and moved up between Black and Antonio. “Where the hell did you come from?” White quizzed. “And how did you get in?” “I was coming back when the passage from the row house suddenly started filling up with water.” Looker shrugged nonchalantly. “Since I didn’t run into any of you, I thought you might be in need of some help so I simply came in through the front door. And I must say there’s not a lot of security around here!” Antonio and White laughed briefly and then nodded back toward their imposing muscle challenge opposite their sun-carved bodies. All six men stood silent as they examined each other. An M5, M4 and M2 from the American M-squad against two M2’s and the miracle muscle of an unbelievable M6 Coven soldier. Antonio’s own huge 102” pecs flexed reactively as he measured Indigo’s massive body and stunning muscularity. He tried not to show his fear as he calculated their chances. Indigo’s cock jumped a notch or two harder and he smiled at the sight of at the delicious, quivering masses of Antonio’s man-breasts. The silence continued for many seconds. During that time all six monumentally muscled men achieved full and staggering erections brought on by the mere visual presence of so much muscle facing off against each other and the reality of the deadly challenge. Even Gray couldn’t help but to let his 30” Handler’s cock raise itself to a full-masted salute to the six muscle sculptures displayed on the field of battle. His monstrous balls churned with the muscle-enhancing cream of victory for the winners. As concerned as Antonio and his two American partners were, they dared not let their fears get in the way of their task. The two Arabian Coven guards were indeed beautiful to look upon but not nearly as stunning when compared to either the flawless beauty that Looker possessed or the staggering wonder that Antonio had become. A brief moment of sorrow over the pending doom for some of the amazing muscle assembled in this courtyard shot through Antonio’s mind but it was time for action. Antonio steeled his superbly muscled body in readiness and his intentions nodded to his two well-trained partners. “Well! Antonio shouted boldly. “Three-against- three! It looks like you guys are outnumbered now!” “Arrogant Americans!” Indigo yelled back shifting into a gruesome and spectacular front double-biceps pose. “Time for you to die and this is the muscle that will kill you!” In the second that they charged, the M-squad men found themselves searching for the exact words that could describe the overwhelming muscle and obvious power that radiated from Indigo’s blasphemously developed body. Infinite sparklings from the rising sun reflected off of every immensely carved angle and peak of Indigo’s diamond hard, flexing form with almost blinding brilliance. His clear blue eyes glared toward his charging enemies as he constricted and contorted his the endless power of his muscles in their determined faces. Indigo’s biceps exploded upward as he clenched his fists high in the air until the very peaks of their mountainous forms pushed up past the base of his curled fingers as 50” of meat grew to Alpine heights. Indigo’s triceps turned into wheels of coiled muscle arcing halfway down to his waist from the pinion between his shoulders and elbow joints. Pectoral muscles as thick as a soccer ball hung huge and pendulous between his breastbone and arms. Cabled lines of meat carved their way through the quaking man-tits as if coils of steel big enough to carry a suspension bridge had been embedded just beneath his painted-on skin. Indigo’s lats sailed out forming full quarter circles of tire- thick muscle and veins eclipsing the rising sun from view and surrounding the amazing body with it own corona of light. The monstrously massive 62” thighs billowed out like pear-shaped domes atop the fluted stone columns of Indigo’s 35” calves and narrow ankles. His waist was no wider than the fattest width of his silhouetted calf muscles. In front of all this immeasurable muscle stood Indigo’s cock and ripened balls. The ridges and sinew of Indigo’s plated abs and deeply carved Adonis girdle led the way to the great cock base. The towering 26” organ pointed its inflexible defiance directly at the charging threesome. Its 5” diameter at the vein-encrusted root consumed much of the width of Indigo’s muscle lined groin. Indigo smiled his knowledge of his superiority at the three men aiming their own massive muscular bulks directly toward the center of his being. Knowing the invincibility of his muscle, Indigo didn’t even flinch at the prospect of their combined impact against him; he simply flexed harder and pushed his staggering muscle to grow even more as they charged thinking of how fruitless and stupid their assault toward him was. Sure, if they took him out, the two handsome Arabians would be easy prey. But taking down M6 quality muscle, even with an M5 in the attack, was not something Indigo was going to let happen. It was also not exactly what the charging M-squad men had in mind. They just wanted Indigo and the other two Coven men to believe that it was. When they were almost within reach of Indigo’s colossal body, the three charging men turned suddenly and without warning away from the direction of their seeming attack like three well-trained professional football players. They shifted direction with skill and precision that came from countless training exercises. Samir was completely unprepared as the M-squad assault team slammed into him. White swung to the outside of Samir’s tall, statuesquely muscled body taking hold of the chain connecting Gray to him in the process. White ripped down and back on the dangling chain with all the power of his 535 pounds of M4 muscle. The chain tore through Samir’s clasping hand taking several inches of skin and breaking three of Samir’s fingers in the process. White spun as fast as he could so as not to have the same effect on Gray’s bound wrist. Reaching out, White grabbed Gray by the forearm and pulled the small Handler with him and safely away from the line of Coven soldiers. Seconds later the three M-squad muscle attackers, along with Gray, stood several yards from the position of the Coven men. Indigo was still shifting from his flexed position with the shock of the action still not fully absorbed by his confused mind. Amir had reacted more quickly and stood facing his opponents but still befuddled by the swiftness of this first attack. Samir lay dead on the ground with one knee bent in opposition to the design of its joint and his head turned in a direction that an intact neck would never have permitted in life.