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 8

By:	JOHN


Wells would come! Niel had no doubt. Niel had waited until the cover of darkness before 
venturing up to the unguarded rear of the great, looming temple in central Bangkok. What 
he wanted was inside. The back of the building had no entries and, as such was not 
considered a risk area needing protection from normal robbers. But Niel was anything but 
a ‘normal’ thief and building walls, no matter how solid, thick or internally reinforced 
were not an issue for him.

Niel cast off the cumbersome flows of the monks robing that he had worn to help 
disguise his mountainous bulk on his trip to this temple. He knew the front was well 
guarded and that the object of his desire inside would be protected by an array of motion, 
laser and heat detectors but those trifles didn’t bother a man of his vast and superior 
development. Niel also had the advantage that no one would figure that the statue he 
sought could possibly be stolen – defaced, yes, but not taken. After all it was reputed to 
weigh over 5,000 pounds. Only a man as physically developed as Niel could even 
consider stealing the great Golden Buddha!

Niel wore nothing under the monk robes. He could see no reason to encumber his 
monumental muscles with unnecessary constricting fabric. Chances were that the flexing 
and pumping of his gargantuan musculature would destroy any flimsy covering anyway. 
As he stood naked in the shadows of the narrow alley, Niel sized up the wall he intended 
to challenge. The harsh dim lights of an exposed bulb fixture mounted high on the wall at 
each end were the only illumination. Niel intended to go in directly behind the location of 
the statue. It would be easier to get it out that way.

There was no real interest in the statue per say. Sure, the Coven could enjoy the thirty 
million US dollars it was worth as melted-down gold. The Thailand government would 
probably be willing to pay the Coven several times that amount to get the precious statue 
back in tact. That would be up to the Coven leadership. As for Niel, this was exactly the 
right thing to ensure that Wells would be certain to come after him. He was growing tired 
of this cat and mouse game and wanted to fight the battle for which he had been created 
and rid the world of Wells and his boastfully proud muscle once and for all. Wells had 
done enough damage to the Coven in Bolivia, Argentina, Sicily and Russia. It was time 
for him to pay for all that he had cost the causes of the Coven and it was Niel’s job to see 
that Wells paid with his very life.

Niel was still both angry and confused at his last conversation with Wells. He kicked 
himself for not realizing that Wells would be able to call him back on Rod’s cell phone 
simply by recalling the location of the last number when Niel had called in to them at the 
Bangkok Airport gym. The words still rang in Niel’s ears.

“I am coming for you.” Wells had stated. “And I know who you are!”

Wells had called him “Klein”. At first the name had meant nothing but, as time went by 
after the conversation, Niel couldn’t shake the feeling that the name did, indeed, mean 
something. The more he thought about it, and the less he could figure it out, the angrier 
Niel became. He had finally become so angered that the phone was reduced to a useless 
lump of compressed metal in his shaking fist.

As he stood in the shadows of the alley, anger began to consume Niel. He focused on the 
mental image of Wells and his confusing words. This only fed Niel’s anger. That is 
exactly what Niel wanted and needed right now. He let the anger grow and grow. With it, 
his body and his muscles began to heat up with anxiety and power. Niel could feel the 
warming flush of his massive and perfect muscles feeding on the growing hatred and 
disgust. His fists closed as Niel stepped in closer to the rear wall of the temple. The dim 
light cast long, defining shadows on the monstrously beautiful muscle plastered onto his 
650-pound body.

As always, the heat coursing in Niel’s muscles burned into his loins and cock. Soon the 
massive ramrod shaft of his cock began to grow and harden. The expanding sensations of 
arousal further fed his great muscle meat. Niel pushed his arms, back, shoulders and chest 
into a stupendous most-muscular formation. Almost 40” of biceps and triceps turned into 
chiseled stone harder than the wall that they were about to face. Niel could feel the raw 
power of his virtually invincible pec and back meat as the blood-fed muscles expanded 
deftly toward their magnificent 100” girth. The pressure of the battle between Niel’s 
diamond-cut muscle, his superbly carved biceps and the boulder formations of his globed 
pecs as they fought to occupy the same limited space pushed his sexual arousal faster and 
harder to full fruition.

A pair of fist sized balls laden with wanting cum bounced heavily on Niel’s flexing inner 
thighs and quads as he stepped up to the doomed wall. His cock was now ram hard and 
perfectly capable of penetrating the plaster and stone barricade under the strength of its 
own hardened excitement. The crimson-hard head of Niel’s 20” man-weapon pressed its 
lips into the stucco finish as Niel used his cock to test the solidity of the ancient wall. 
Niel pushed his grinding hips toward the plaster surface causing his cock to dislodge the 
outer wythe of stone.

The surface layer of rock had been laid true and well cut in mortar. Niel’s cock head 
rubbed hard against the small boulders as it drove its way in like a great blunt wedge. His 
ass cheeks turned into striated layers of reinforcing muscle helping to power his precum-
dripping cock head further into the massive boulder wall. Rubble and dust fell defeated to 
the dirt-covered alley surface. Niel pulled his excited cock back as he braced himself for 
the next round of erotic penetration. Niel rubbed his pumping cock shaft feeling the 
massive power and hunger in the steel-hard, beating meat. Nile loved it when his cock 
was as wonderfully solid and hot as the rest of his phenomenal body. He permitted 
himself several longing strokes before pushing his dripping cock head back into the 
shallow hole in the wall it had already created. Locking down on his hips, abs and ass, 
Niel pushed his cock against the waiting central rock core of the wall. The grinding noise 
that followed told Niel of his success.

Inch after fabulous inch of forearm-thick cock shaft drilled its way into the wall. As 
Niel’s cock pulverized the stone obstruction, the ripped edges of the wall surrounding its 
hungering shaft cut hard against the outer surface of Niel’s stupendous erection. His 
entire body quivered with orgasmic excitement as the insides of the wall worked it rough 
masturbation on his cock. The giant man continued to push and push with all his 
gargantuan muscles brilliantly on display from the pleasure until Niel’s groin and balls 
kissed the outer surface.

Niel pulled his excited cock out from the core it had punctured into the wall. Kneeling on 
one knee, he peered into the darkness of the hole his cock had created. There was no light 
at the other end. That meant that the wall had to be at least 20” thick and maybe as much 
as three feet thick. The thought of that much rock to overwhelm still did not bother the 
massively muscle man. At least he knew the possible extent of his challenge. Destroying 
it was why his massive muscles existed. They fed on this kind of activity almost as much 
as they wanted to feed on the ultimate destruction of Mr. Wells. Niel reinserted his cock 
and began to use the wall and the hole as his own tool to promote further stimulation. He 
pushed and pulled his cock as his need for consummation took control of his massively 
muscled body. Just as Niel sensed that his great cock could not contain itself anymore, he 
pulled the diamond-hard organ from the wall.

Locking both fists together, Niel extended his arms high over his head. The meat of his 
still-balled biceps rubbed hard against the side of his head as their monstrous scale 
prepared for the assault. Niel loved the feel of his muscles when they were so 
fantastically pumped to iron-hard existence. The upper reaches of his moon-like pecs 
pushed their limitless masses painfully against the bottom of his chin and lower jaw as 
the lava-like meat was forced up by his arms. Niel licked the sweat from the top of one 
pec-monster enjoying the sweet taste of his own hot muscle. His cock jumped several 
times as it readied itself for its own orgasmic assault.

A jet of screaming cum hit the wall at the same time as Niel’s fists. Demolished rock, 
dust, rubble and cum exploded in every direction all at once. A second volley of thick 
cum spilled through the small clear opening and into the chamber of the temple just as 
Niel’s massive arms hit the wall again. Cum and muscle beat against the wall for almost a 
full minute until both the wall and the fountaining cock were exhausted. The shining 
image of the precious golden statue slowly came into view as the cloud of stone and dust 
settled defeated to the floor.


In the lower levels of the Elmina fortress, there was no dust or rubble surrounding 
Indigo’s jetting streams of cum. His astounding volume of muscle looked more like the 
image of a sculpted marble fountain statue than a mere human as the endless flow of 
white cum shot out several feet from his overabundance of cock meat. Gray lay in awe 
beneath the spewing muscle-god on the gurney as line after line of thick cum arced over 
his unbelieving head. All 30” of Gray’s stem cell enhanced Handler cock was still buried 
completely inside the fountaining giant. His own hot cum was doing its job of filling 
Indigo’s sucking gut.

Indigo screamed out his passionate release as Gray’s stem-cell elevated cum burned into 
his body. Even as his cock continued to gush with its own hot release, Indigo could 
already feel the beginnings of the affects that Gray’s cum would have on his body. 
Finally, he was destined to be the first M6-level man in the world. The cum pouring into 
Indigo was so pure that the changes would begin almost immediately. Indigo flexed his 
waving arms and unfurled his winged lats as more and more cum entered into his ass and 
exited from his overjoyed cock.

In his lust, Indigo swore to himself that he would hold off on injecting the needle that 
remained on the portable cart containing Mark’s stem-cell byproduct material that would 
be needed to stabilize his development. Indigo was not just going to possess the greatest 
and most amazing amount of muscle ever pounded onto the human form, but he was 
going to be sure that his muscles were nothing short of invulnerably perfect before he let 
his body settle into its ultimate level of glorious development. As the last of his cum spit 
out onto the dungeon floor and splattered onto Gray’s shocked face and writhing torso, 
Indigo flexed for all he was worth forcing the digesting cum inside of him into his blood 
stream and his already growing muscles.

Indigo squeezed the last drops of cum from the end of his massive, spent cock dreaming 
of how, in just a few hours, his 640 pound body would be nothing compared to what it 
was on the verge of becoming. Indigo told himself that there was no reason to tell Dr. 
Singh. Let him witness the results first hand. He knew the doctor was already in the 
facility. He had been due here a short time ago. Indigo also knew that Dr. Singh was 
coming here to see the success his assistants had achieved in gathering the necessary 
stabilizing and enhancing stem-cells from the American Handler, Mark, and that he 
intended to take them back to use on his new ‘pet’, Niel.

Indigo did not like Niel. The man had not been part of the Coven nearly as long as Indigo 
and, therefore, did not deserve the honor of being the first M6-level man. As he shifted 
on the gurney, Indigo could feel that Gray’s stupendous cock had finished filling him 
with its meal. Slowly but proudly, Indigo stood up on the gurney from his squat position. 
Inch after succulent inch of Gray’s still-thick cock spilled back out into the open. In order 
to get the entire cock out from within him, Indigo found that he had to stand on his toes. 
The cum-shined, mushroomed head of Gray’s cock finally plopped out to Indigo’s final 
moan of joyous fulfillment.

Then Indigo jumped down from the gurney and quickly wiped up the evidence of his anal 
encounter with Gray. Liberty was too involved in sucking his own cum from the heaving 
body of the spent Cuban to pay any attention to Indigo or his activities. There was too 
much cum for Indigo to be able to clean it all up, but he did his best to make it look as if 
all the visible cum was from Gray. Indigo was circling the room doing one last check just 
as the door to the lab flung open.

“Do you think you can clean things up a bit here!” Dr. Singh’s voice eyed the lab.
 
“Yes, sir!” Liberty saluted as he began to wipe the lickings of his own cum flowing cum 
from his face as he unburied it from the drenched abs of the swooning Cuban.

“What have we here?” Dr. Singh continued turning his attention to Indigo and Gray.

“Just a little something I picked up along the way.” Indigo boasted proudly. “I don’t think 
his former tenders will be needing his services anymore. It seems they found themselves 
in a bit of a ‘salty’ situation.”

“Good, good.” Applauded Dr. Singh staring at Gray’s massive semi-erection.

Then Dr. Singh caught sight of the discarded, used hypodermic needle. He knew 
immediately what that implied.

“He certainly looks healthy enough.” Dr. Singh continued spying the used hypodermic on 
the gurney. “I see you have already shared his fellow Handler’s stem cell byproduct with 
him. My medical assistants have confirmed that we finally have the base product and 
stabilizer we have been seeking and, somehow, it seems most fitting to have tried it out 
on one of the actual Handlers from the US ‘elite’ M-squad.”

“Yes, sir.” Indigo smiled.

Dr. Singh walked around the gurney examining Gray. Then he carefully turned his 
attention to Indigo’s hugely muscled naked form. Cum still dripped from the end of the 
massive man’s still-hard cock. As Dr. Singh circled Indigo’s supremely muscled body, he 
also saw the trail of cum escaping from the base of Indigo’s chiseled ass and running 
down the backs of his gigantic legs. Indigo slowly edged over to the nearby cart intending 
to swoop up the remaining syringe with his stabilizing fluid. Dr. Singh was ahead of the 
muscular marvel. The slim doctor grabbed the remaining needle and slid it into the 
pocket of his lab coat.

“Well, well, Mr. Indigo. It seems you have won the contest to become the first man ever 
to achieve an M6 level of muscular development.” Dr. Singh smiled with a hint of anger 
as he patted the stabilizing needle in his pocket. “This is not how I would have preferred 
it but what is done is done. I will hold this for you for now until you have grown 
enough.”

Indigo smiled shyly. He could feel the growth already coursing through his freshly 
charged muscle cells. Excitement over his expanding muscle pushed all other thoughts 
aside. Dr. Singh may not be completely happy with him but Indigo knew that not even 
the Coven doctor would deny the desire to push a man to the M6 level of invincible 
muscle. This would be a great accomplishment for the Coven and, now, Indigo would be 
that man.

“I’d love to stay and examine this man further, but we need deal with another situation at 
the moment.” Dr. Singh turned back to another issue at hand. “It seems we have several 
unwanted invaders in our midst. Liberty, I need you to go help head off our uninvited 
guests with the guards in the main chamber. Sun and Moon are over at the refrigeration 
section collecting what I need to take back with me to the south Asia headquarters.”

As Dr. Singh finished issuing his orders, Liberty shot up from the floor. A loud gurgle 
sounded the expulsion of the Cuban’s still-entombed cock shaft from Liberty’s muscle-
carved ass. The Cuban’s poled cock shaft waved heavily in the air as the exhausted man 
stirred toward consciousness. Liberty had enjoyed the feel of the Cuban’s huge cock 
inside of him and had developed a keen liking for the chiseled body the man now 
possessed. He swept the handsome naked figure up into his arms as if claiming his trophy 
of victory. He wanted to experience this Cuban cock again and decided to take the man 
with him. As he cleared the gurney, the Cuban was able to catch hold of whatever he 
could reach for as a potential weapon. All he was able to get was one of the small 
surgical knives like those that were used in procuring stem cells from various parts of 
Mark’s anatomy. He clutched the cold metal of the short knife handle to his well-formed 
abs unseen by his captor.

Dr. Singh gently grabbed hold of the steel-like meat of Liberty’s muscle-laden forearm as 
he passed by carrying his Cuban burden.

“I understand my son may be with this group.” Dr. Singh concluded. “I would appreciate 
whatever you can do to capture him alive but, do not hesitate to kill him if you must.”


The main chamber was as much a forgotten arsenal of ancient spears, knives and now-
useless muskets as it was the central room serving the various dungeons now occupied by 
the Coven. It had been left in tact to dissuade further investigation just in case anyone 
from the Ghanaian government ever discovered the long-lost access passage to this 
subterranean level. The old weaponry was mostly rusted and splintered but still in fairly 
good condition overall because of the constant temperature and humidity level that had 
existed in the room for ages and ages.

Liberty placed his Cuban burden in a guarded niche in one corner of the room before 
taking charge over the three waiting guards. They wore only the flimsiest of loincloths 
around their small, well-muscled waists. Two of them were covered with M2-level 
muscle. The third, Epoch, was as big as Liberty. His face bore the scars of several prison 
fights and the single hooked earring hanging on one side of his shaved, tattooed head 
made him look more like a pirate from two centuries ago than a Coven muscle-guardian 
of the present. Epoch seemed more than a bit perturbed at Liberty’s assertion of 
command.

Epoch’s 525 pounds of shredded muscle boiled under his dark, shining skin as he listened 
to Liberty’s directions. It should be he who was giving the orders, not this black transient 
from the Caribbean. Epoch could match Liberty muscle for muscle with his 32” arms and 
84” chest. As his eyes drifted down toward Liberty’s naked midsection, Epoch smiled 
proudly at the growing differences in their figure. While Liberty’s 33” waist still 
appeared tight and cut as his seven-foot torso tapered deftly into it, Epoch hollowed out 
his waist to its amazing 28” dimension. The effect made his already-gigantic chest seem 
even all the more huge and muscular. The swell of Epoch’s 45” thigh meat exploding 
from each leg added to the exaggerated vision of his hourglass body shape. The thick 
upper flanks of Epoch’s gluteus maximus muscles looked like two peeking shelves of 
delicious meat protruding out from each side of his ultra-tight hips. Epoch’s cock jumped 
toward it’s 17” fruition beneath the loin cloth as Liberty’s signature and exposed cock 
began to rise as Epoch flexed his attitude toward his assigned leader.

The other two, Inn and Oout, didn’t care much who was in charge, they were more 
excited by their lusting feelings about the pending fight. Both had been brought up from 
the South African branch of the Coven operations. Reddish brown hair marked the two as 
brothers. They were grateful to the Coven for having rescued them from the South 
African prison system but found it ironic that they still had to report to black men. They 
had killed several such men in the riotous periods following the overthrow of white 
domination in their native land. Inn and Oout respected Liberty, Epoch and Indigo mostly 
for their massively muscled bodies and not the color of their skin. Still, the Coven had 
saved them from death penalty judgements and this was finally going to be a chance for 
the two brothers to let out some long-term tensions.

Only a year separated the brothers in age but not one single pound separated them in 
muscle-weight. Both weighed in at a wonderfully cut M3 quality 420 pounds. Inn was 
just shy of six feet tall and Oout stood only five and a half feet. The height difference is 
what set their great bodies apart. As a result of his height, Inn’s muscles were more 
spread out with his 30” biceps, 71” chest, 36” thighs, 23” calves and 32” waist. Oout 
seemed so much fuller as his 420 pounds translated onto his shorter figure into 33” 
biceps, 75” chest, 39” thighs, 25” calves and a stupendous 28” waist like Epoch’s. Weeks 
in the sun helped to bring the coloring of their normally pale skin closer to that of Liberty 
and Epoch. The deep tans also helped to shown their marvelous muscles to their 
maximum visual advantage. Hidden beneath their loincloths were almost identical twin 
14” long and 3” wide cocks. In spite of their relationship, each man had enjoyed the 
penetrating experience of his brother’s cock many, many times. They stood in ready 
anticipation knowing that they would share that experience tonight in celebration of their 
victory over the unwanted intruders.

By the time the M-squad men burst into the huge chamber, Liberty already had his men 
in position with each of them standing by a different doorway out of the room. Inn, Oout 
and Epoch did their best to disguise their shuttered reaction to the veritable wall of solid 
muscle that they suddenly found themselves facing. The smallest man, Hong Tu, was 
obviously a Handler and not a threat at all except for Liberty’s order that, as Dr. Singh’s 
son, he be taken alive if possible. Next came a man that was apparently at the M2 level of 
development. Epoch liked the tattoos and ring piercings that were part of Rod’s shaven 
body ‘apparel’. Epoch could think of several ways to use the metal rings clasped on to 
Rod’s masterful body to maximum sexual advantage. Black and White were a clear 
threat. The pair was exact opposites in appearance but was every inch as big and 
bountifully muscled as Inn and Oout.

As unexpected as the two M4 men would be against the M2 and M3 Coven bodies, it was 
the sight of Antonio that really filled the Coven guards with unexpected fear. This was an 
M5-level body for sure and it was not one of the four known M5 men that the Coven had 
talked about in training. In Antonio, the Coven assault team found themselves facing a 
man as staggeringly muscled as either Indigo or Niel K. yet so astoundingly handsome 
and perfectly beautiful as to be beyond belief. As if recognizing the scrutiny his body was 
getting, Antonio ripped every stitch of clothing from himself and stood naked and flexing 
in the very center of the large battle chamber. His companions soon followed suit. 
Fighting naked was the best way to fight.

Liberty’s cock moved to immediate and full erection as Antonio flexed his 39” arms and 
102” of continent-sized pecs toward him. When Antonio locked his 58” thighs into 
unbelievable cords of winding, vein-lined muscle, Epoch’s loincloth instantly became a 
thing of the past as his 17” meat-member cantilevered out like a vast rock bridge from his 
pumping groin. Antonio’s twisting his torso to one side sent Inn and Oout’s loin 
coverings to the floor as their matching 12” cocks gasped precum at the unfathomable 
difference between his colossal upper body and his implausible 32” waistline. Antonio 
smiled his obvious knowledge of his superiority over the Coven challengers as he thrust 
all 23” of his insanely solid mast of cock meat forward to assail their lesser offerings.

Not to be outdone, Liberty turned slightly so that Antonio would understand that the 
virtues of his own 5” thick wedge of man meat. Liberty’s cock dripped with the precum 
of unbridled desire and he intended to let it feast on Antonio’s superlative body – dead or 
alive. Signaling to his soldiers, the Coven men shifted into action. While the size and 
strength of the M-squad assault team might be superior, they could not work as a team if 
they all had to face out in different directions. Liberty’s plan was simple and ingenious. 
They would work like a pack of hyena’s to eliminate their prey one by one leaving Hong 
Tu to the last.

That was the plan. Black was the first chosen. Epoch, Inn and Liberty were on him in a 
flash while Oout did his job to keep the others distracted and off balance. His smaller 
height and amazingly fast movements and athletics from years as a gymnast proved to be 
very effective. Oout took down Antonio with a perfectly aimed clip from behind before 
the huge man even knew what had hit him. The back of Antonio’s left knee screamed 
with the pain of the cutting hit. He checked to see if it was broken but his muscles had 
been ready enough to prevent that though not quite sufficiently charged to keep the huge 
Italian from becoming confused and woozy from the impact his head took against the 
unforgiving stone floor. Hong Tu lay unconscious on the floor only seconds later from a 
well-placed and measured chop to the back of his neck.

Oout had a little more trouble with Rod. The seconds that had passed had given Rod a 
chance to get some bearings. Spinning, Rod stood face to face with a somewhat surprised 
Oout. The tattoos on Rod’s chest and back slid through their captivating muscle-dance as 
his plated abs and writhing lats heated up for a defensive battle. Rod’s 15” cock stood as 
hard and pronounced as his veined abs and chiseled pecs. The golden cock ring 
shimmered invitingly in the bare incandescent light of the chamber. A globule of silvery 
precum ran down from Rod’s cock lips polishing the cock ring as it drifted over the warm 
metal band.

Oout’s gymnastic abilities stopped him just inches from Rod’s swinging reach as the 
massively muscled forearm sent a curtain of air across his tanned face. With 
unanticipated speed, Rod reversed his swing as he took a step closer to the South African 
attacker. The back of Rod’s hand found its target sending Oout’s head spinning as blood 
sprayed from the clean tear in his right cheek.

It was the stinging blood from the cut that actually saved Oout as several globules 
splashed into Rod’s face temporarily blinding him. Oout found himself still circling and 
down on one knee facing Rod’s pistoned cock and swinging cock ring. As his right arm 
flew by, Oout reached up and caught the golden ring in one hand. Rod screamed bloody-
murder as Oout’s hand suddenly pulled the ring along with his unfortunate cock toward 
the spinning Coven man falling to the floor. Rod’s body slammed hard onto the stone 
floor not far from the still dizzy Antonio. As he spun past Antonio, Oout kicked out with 
his left foot pushing it powerfully into the base of the massive Italian’s exposed and 
tender balls.  Antonio’s gut filled with excruciating and debilitating pain offering Oout 
and his partners a few more minutes without the great muscle-god’s intervention.

Oout got his hand free and out from beneath the falling trunk of Rod’s massive body just 
in time to avoid being trapped beneath Rod’s 350 pounds of petrified muscle. Slippery 
wetness covered Oout’s hand and forearm. As he spun to a stop, the compact Coven 
soldier pulled his hurting hand toward him. Rod’s cock ring had gotten hooked up onto 
Oout’s middle finger. As Oout looked down to his stinging hand, he discovered that the 
ring was still on it – and so was almost a foot of Rod’s inflated cock shaft. Turning his 
surprised attention to Rod’s nearby face, he found a pair of glassy eyes glaring back at 
him. A cautious poke announced that Oout’s opponent was dead. Oout cast his look 
toward Rod’s down-turned lower torso to see a pool of blood and cum expanding from 
beneath the lifeless body.

Oout lay there in astonished disbelief over his shocking victory for several seconds 
before it all sunk in. He had scored his first enemy kill! Excitement filled his heart and 
mind as he bounced up from the floor flexing his fantastically carved 33” biceps to the 
ceiling. Pride of conquest pushed Oout into a massive most-muscular pose of fulfilling 
accomplishment with his wonderfully muscled arms pressing with joyful pain against the 
outer flanks of his marbled pecs. The ring and cock still hung from his shaking hand as 
Oout let himself enjoy this precious moment of accomplishment. The cut across his face 
was all but forgotten for the moment.

Muscle after overjoyed muscle was forced to its maximum expression of development 
and heated strength as Oout pounded out his victory through his flexing body. His cock 
stiffened as the concrete dense meat moved to match the power of the flexing muscles. 
Oout could feel the solidity of his massive meat to the very core of every screaming 
muscle. His arms grew so hotly carved and voluminous that their 33” girth set against his 
short stature appeared as wonderfully perfect and potentially invincible as those 
belonging to Indigo or Antonio. Rivered veins punctuated the surface of Oout’s 
overcharged muscle meat casting deep, writhing shadows across his translucent skin.

Oout glanced down at Antonio’s still cringing figure on the floor. The knowledge that he 
had temporarily disabled the seemingly-invincible tower of muscle that the M-squad had 
sent against them only fed Oout’s sense of gleeful accomplishment. A quick look in the 
opposite direction confirmed that his three companions had the situation with their 
massively muscled opponent well in hand. Hong Tu was still unconscious. Oout pushed 
his flexed body to expose every fiber of muscle covering him to the max. His cock 
screamed to be rewarded. One hand found its way to his rigid cock shaft and began the 
masturbation of victory. Oout could feel his balls churning his ready cum.

The proud Coven soldier was sure that the Coven would reward him for this and prayed 
that they would elevate him to the next level of muscular development. Oout flexed as he 
pumped his lava-hot cock. He turned toward the body of his conquest as the first stream 
of cum shooting through his steely cock shaft spilled its conquering cream. Now that the 
Coven possessed the secret of manufactured Ryan cum and stem cell enhancement 
stabilization, there would be nothing to stop Oout from moving higher and higher in the 
great muscle-chain of the organization.

That was the last thought that Oout ever had. In his lust over victory, Oout had forgotten 
about White.

Oout’s dead body hit the floor with a resounding thud. His unseeing head glared out 
directly toward Rod’s still face at an inhuman angle caused by the sudden snapping of his 
head from his spine where the brutal and angered power of White’s clasping hands had 
crushed the bones and muscles of Oout’s neck.

“You’re next.” White shouted at Oout’s brother, Inn, as he peeled the surprised man 
away from his attack against Black.