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 9 By: JOHN The dust that still filled the air confirmed that Wells was less than an hour behind Klein – or ‘Niel’ as he thought himself to be. Word about the amazing theft of the great Golden Buddha had spread instantly through the levels of authority in Bangkok. Within minutes, the US Intelligence had been asked to get involved. Washington had gotten a hold of Wells right away. The description from the guards that the statue had been literally carried away by a giant naked man of invulnerable muscle seemed like an impossible exaggeration to most, but the M-squad and Wells knew better. Wells remained as much in the shadows as he could to disguise his robe-hidden bulk. He had padded the lining of his cloths as best as possible to make him look like some extremely obese American official and his guff-sounding attitude had driven most of the others investigating the site away from him. Wells circled behind the now-empty pedestal upon which the 5,000-pound statue had resided to check out the gaping hole in the wall. It was just large enough to accommodate his massive bulk so it was a perfect fit for Klein. Mixed in the smell of the plaster and dust was another aroma that Wells knew well. It was the wafting and subtle sent of Klein’s cum. Sifting through some of the rubble, Wells found the telltale stains of semi-dry cum. He covered the dampness with handfuls of plaster dust and headed out into the dark alley. According to the two guards on duty, they came in to the elaborately decorated room just in time to see a monster of pure muscle as big as the Buddha statue itself rip the great spiritual sculpture from the platform and cover it with a dark draping. He turned to go out through the hole that had been exploded in the rear wall. The guards shot several times but the bullets fell uselessly to the floor as if the man’s naked body was made of steel or diamond. As the guards gasped and stuttered about “…arms bigger than a man’s chest…” and “…a back as wide as a man is tall…” and, even shyly about “…a man’s cock longer and thicker than an arm…” they lost the belief of more and more of the other investigators. For Wells, it was just further confirmation. Besides, who else but someone with the muscle and strength of Klein could have simply ‘carried’ the 2½-ton gold statue away so easily. Wells had no doubt that Klein had done this to get his attention. All he needed now was to find out where and how Klein intended for them to meet. Wells eyed the fresh scrape markings in the stucco of the temple’s back wall as he followed the trail Klein had obviously left for him. At the end of the alley there was a small opening with enough space to have parked a small truck. Drops of dried cum on the cobbled paving told Wells that Klein had been there. A flash of white that was too clean to belong with the rest of the paper and debris caught Wells eye. He picked up the small crumpled paper. It unraveled to the size of a business card. The mark of the Coven on the top was unmistakable. Printed below was the now-familiar name “Niel K”. Wells turned the card over seeking the anticipated message. It was there. This time there were no riddles. The message told Wells exactly where he had to go and when he had to be there. All he needed to do now was to wait for the appointed time…and be sure to be ready. The battle raged on in Ghana. Inn’s 26” arms were marvelously sculpted, as White’s more massive 32” bicep wonders pressured Inn’s veined arm meat from behind. White pressed the palms of his open hands against the back of Inn’s shaved head as he forced the full-nelson hold. White was angry and Inn could feel the danger of that anger. Inn drew his own inner strength from the sight of his dead brother lying on the floor next to the body of the American, Rod. White stepped in closer as Inn squirmed for release pressing his rock-like pecs into the meaty thickness of inn’s writhing lats and upper back. As he moved in tighter, the steely crown of White’s 18” cock shaft dug painfully and erotically into the cleft between Inn’s resisting ass cheeks. Antonio moaned from the floor as the pain in his assaulted balls grew more tolerable and the ache in his head moved to a dull, acceptable level. Antonio tried to roll over onto his miniscule stomach but the poled stiffness of his 20” cock acted like an inhibiting wedge against the rock of the dungeon floor. As White’s cock forced its way further and further into the dark canyon dividing Inn’s ultra-flexed ass cheeks, Inn’s feet left the floor and the two men drifted dangerously close to Antonio’s rising bulk. Inn’s balls hung down freely and heavily beneath his foot-long organ. They swayed with delicious abandon directly in Antonio’s model-handsome face as he rose to his knees. White was enjoying the feel of Inn’s slow, torturous demise. He applied increasing pressure to Inn’s neck and muscle-entrapped arms. The sight of Inn’s balled biceps choked full with the muscle-hardening power of resistance excited his ass entombed cock. The gooey precum gurgling from White’s cock head lubricated the base line of the deep crevasse between Inn'’s glutes. Slowly White’s massive organ slipped closer and closer to the moist sweetness of Inn’s aroused ass hole until the dripping cock lips kissed the sweltering softness. Inn struggled to forbid entry by clenching his inner thighs and ass cheeks as tightly as possible but the great power possessed by White’s superior cock forced the meat to surrender to its desires. Antonio grasped one of Inn’s swinging balls and began to massage its tender contents. With each passing second, the fingered handling became more and more forced until the pressure in Inn’s balls matched that pushing against the ring of surrendering muscle surrounding his lusting sphincter. A combination of deadly discomfort and wanting desire filled Inn’s mind. His resistance in the struggle turned more and more into uncontrollable passion for sexual fulfillment. White rammed his cock into Inn without any regard for the struggling man’s comfort. Over a foot of 4” wide concrete-hard organ became instantly gloved within Inn’s intestines. As the captured man screamed, Inn arched his back and thrust his lower abdomen forward in a desperate attempt to dislodge his body from White’s pistoned cock. In spite of the pain, the erotic sensations of White’s invading cock shaft enraptured Inn. The painful kneading of his balls by Antonio finally pushed him to his limit. Cum sped through Inn’s meat-lined cock tube and splattered the surprised Antonio hard in his face. The hot liquid flowed freely down his sculpted cheek and into his gaping mouth. More out of an unexpected reaction than a planned response, Antonio’s hand closed in around Inn’s palmed testicles. Before the second wave of ejaculation could launch its creamy offering onto Antonio, a spray of blood shooting from Inn’s demolished balls splattered across the mooned surfaces of Antonio’s globed pecs. Inn screamed in bloodcurdling pain. White knew that something was wrong and chose to end the agony by snapping Inn’s neck as cleanly as he done to Inn’s brother. Seconds later, the bodies of the two Coven brothers laid together on the bloodstained rocky floor of the dungeon. “We can handle things here.” White nodded to Antonio. “You had best go and find Mark.” “Are you sure?” Antonio queried as he wiped blood from his heaving breasts with one toweled hand and cum from his gorgeous face with the other. “And what about Gray?” “We’ll find him.” White acknowledged. “Clearly they know we’re here. You better get to Mark before they do.” Looking over to verify that things seemed to be progressing well enough in the other battle across the room, Antonio nodded his understanding. There were three doors out. He had no idea where any of them led. Antonio stood trying to calculate the best choice. Finally, he shrugged his gargantuan shoulders and, leaning down to one side, plowed his left shoulder into the nearest door. It mattered more that he went somewhere than that he wasted any more time trying to figure out where. The door, frame and a large section of the solid rock wall became a cloud of dust and splinters instantly upon impact. Antonio’s supremely flexed naked 650-pound body disappeared into the rolling cloud. Hong Tu, seeing no value for him to remain, followed Antonio’s gargantuan flow of naked muscle from the room and into the swirling cloud. White turned his attention immediately to the struggle of his lover, Black, against Epoch and Liberty. What the two M3 level Coven soldiers lacked in individual muscle size over Black, they were more than making up for in aggressiveness. Black was spread face up flat on the floor. Liberty was locked onto one extended arm with his feet anchored against Black’s upper lat and trapezius. Epoch had the same hold over Black’s other arm. Together the two massively muscled Coven members were focusing on trying to rip Black’s arms clear out of their shoulder sockets. Black was equally focused in his resistance against their endeavors. His forearms had ballooned with quivering muscle and snaking veins as their leg-thick masses tried repeatedly to rise to a vertical position like a pair of great Egyptian obelisks capped by his fisted hands. Black’s biceps rose like massive mountain peaks of impenetrably hard granite beyond each pillared forearm column. Rope-thick veins covered the quaking balls of fissured muscle as the skin covering Black’s biceps was stretched tissue thin by the 31” massiveness of his severely hardened muscle meat. Ribs of striated muscle-cords ripped across Black’s head-thick silky-white breasts as the marbled muscle of his pecs added their astounding strength to the challenge. Black’s ab- lined abdomen formed a wonderful concave hollow as his ribcage rode high beneath his heaving man-tits making the girth of his waist appear impossibly small. The swell of Black’s stupendously muscled ass cheeks forced the small of his back several inches above the cold stone flooring. A third stunning obelisk rose solidly and swayed invitingly from Black’s chiseled groin. His grand cock was as rock-hard as the rest of his struggling body as it towered upward its full 16”. The 3” width remained full and solid for the entire length of the vein-reinforced shaft length until the cantilevered flesh of his crimsoned cock head shown like a great pointed turret roof. Precum bubbled from the excited piss slit and polished the crowing head with its wetness as it slowly flowed down the angled cap and dripped from the eave of the collared cock head flesh. The straining bodies of Epoch and Liberty were choked with brutally etched muscle everywhere White looked. Epoch’s back faced more toward White. The various muscles that made up his back were all as clearly defined as if a chocolate and caramel colored anatomy chart had been painted onto it. An array of veining was glued between Epoch’s fibrous back meat and his vacuum-sealed skin. The pumping blood continued to expand the unfurl wealth of upper back muscle making the exaggeration of width from billowing shoulders to fingered erector muscles look almost too good to be believed. Epoch rode high upon the seated spectacle of the chiseled meat of his flexing ass cheeks. A small wet stain marked the stone floor where the sweat from Epoch’s monumental back emptied from between his carved, shifting ass cheeks. White could almost smell the musky aroma of Epoch’s inviting sphincter as it licked the cold stone of the rough floor beneath him. Epoch’s bouldered shoulders did their voluminous best to block the massive spheres of his diamond-cut biceps and triceps from view but the monstrously high peaks of Epoch’s striated biceps sweltered proudly above the quaking mass of his cabled delts. The two Coven men had launched into a coordinated rhythm as they forced the power of their great flexing bodies against Black’s screaming arms, pecs and shoulders. Their gigantic torsos stretched forward spreading the winged width of their flawless backs and then launched back toward the waiting stone floor trying to carry Black’s arm mass with them. Black screamed as the two men used his pained appendages as their private “wishbone” of bone and steel-hardened flesh. His pecs and biceps turned stone hard as Black used his solidified meat to resist Liberty and Epoch’s desires to destroy it. Black’s cock glowed with increasingly excited stiffness with each successive pull by his two protagonists. The clear precum began to spit as he was forced closer and closer to orgasm. The seated body of Liberty as viewed by White from the front was both breathtaking and frightening as he worked to tear Black’s captured limb from its connection with its shoulder. His arms, pecs and shoulders were as staunchly defined as those that they challenged were. A grimace of sheer determination glowered on Liberty’s focused face. His white teeth growled their pearly presence with each increasingly determined pull. The vastness of Liberty’s cantilevered pec meat all but obscured the piled plates of his chiseled abs beneath their voluminous shadows. With each inhumanly strong tug, Liberty’s torso rolled backward toward the floor revealing the astounding vision of his unique and marvelous cock. The massive wedge of his 5” wide cock meat sprung from his loins like a third leg of pure muscle. The pillar of his cock shaft swung with his body until it rose almost vertical like a great, thick drawbridge. The mushroom crown adorning his deadly organ glowed with the drippings of sweat that poured from Liberty’s pendulous man-breasts. Liberty was focused on achieving victory so that his cock could be pleasured by the glory of the conquest. Part of White wanted to stand back and enjoy the spectacular view of the three god-like bodies in the throws of their deadly contest. He knew that, because of his greater size and more massive muscle development Black, under normal circumstances, could handle the situation on his own. But this challenge was anything but ‘normal’. The two Coven men were marvelously muscled for their M3 development levels and more focused on winning than any men White had ever seen before. Their combined efforts against his lover made the Coven soldiers particularly dangerous. In spite of the vast beauty of the enemy muscle, it was time for Black and White to join forces to defeat the evilness that they faced. White selected Epoch as his primary target primarily because he was nearer to him. White’s eyes examined Epoch’s churning back and rear torso both for the appreciation of the stupendous muscle on living display and to calculate a position of attack. Epoch’s lats, shoulders and traps seethed with unfurled power as each muscle became increasingly defined. The vision of his curled biceps standing mountanously peaked over the capped swirl of Epoch’s cabled deltoids brought the drool of lusting desire to White’s aroused mind. Black’s scream at the pain of the continuously stronger assaults on his own colossal biceps and pecs brought White back into the focus of his task. Using Epoch’s downward momentum as his fulcrum, White wrapped a muscle-laden forearm around each of Epoch’s arms in the vast valley between his upper biceps and lower deltoids. White crunched down on his own upper arm mass turning the muscle of his body to rock. The pressure of White’s ballooned biceps hardening around Epoch’s lesser meat forced his wrists apart and cost him his grasping hold of the struggling Black. Liberty shouted a warning just as White’s massive arms surrounded Epoch’s. Years of Coven training caused Epoch to react almost instinctively. Instead of simply falling back to the floor, he rolled using the immense mass of his legs to perform a backward summersault locking White’s handsome head in between his monstrous thighs on the way over. Letting go of Black as he tumbled, Epoch and White spiraled into one enormous mass of conjoined muscle. White’s head and face were sucked into the vast muscle-cave formed by Epoch’s curled torso, pec, ab and groin meat. The top of Epoch’s head soon found itself resting against the thrusting pressure of White’s inflexible cock shaft. Epoch’s steely cock rubbed over the top of White’s curly-haired head and slipped to one side snuffing the sound from reaching White’s left ear. The positioning of Epoch’s thick cock meat against the side of White’s head made it impossible for the Coven soldier to secure the crushing grasp of White’s handsome face that he had sought without endangering the health of his own aching cock shaft. The two men rolled over twice before they fell apart and landed, head to head, flat on their backs near one of the sloping walls of the dungeon. White’s lower legs and feet slammed into one of the three interior doors of the chamber with so much force that the heavy wooden panel was split in half and ripped from its hinges. Splinters of wood tried their best to puncture White’s chiseled calf and lower leg muscles but the fortified M- squad meat proved to be superior. The top half of the destroyed door fell from its overwrought hinge and smashed flat onto White’s heaving pecs. White turned his head to one side but the uncaring wood rolled over White’s mountained pec meat and one edge of the thick door caught White across the right cheek. The pain dazed his mind as his body went limp temporarily. Epoch was on his hands and feet with catlike speed. The sound of the door hitting its target in White’s face signaled his chance to Epoch. He glared down at his attacker only to sigh over the vastness of muscle that White’s dark, carved body possessed. It was a phenomenal body to say the least. As superior in development as the pearly white body from which Epoch had just been torn away. White’s deeply dark skin was polished in sweat that only increased the beauty of his muscle and the reflective power of his immense size. Epoch, while smaller, was sure that his cunning would prove much more powerful than the gigantic plating of muscle that was spread out before him. Search as he might as his eyes swallowed the whole of White’s stupendous body, Epoch could not find a flaw or weak spot to attack. His eyes wandered up and down several times before Epoch realized his best chance. White was beginning to stir back to full consciousness. Epoch had to work quickly. Diving through the gaping doorway, Epoch caught hold of the towering pole of White’s marvelous cock along the way and half dragged, half pulled the huge man into the dim light of the next room with him. White yelped in severe pain as his levered cock pulled his groin and body in with it. Only White’s size and trained strength kept his cock from being separated from his loins. The pain was intense and unforgiving. White’s head still hurt from the impact of the door. Now his groin cried in deeper and more intense pain. Epoch refused to release his hold of the steel hard cock shaft. Using one hand to maintain his control of the hot organ stick, Epoch grabbed White’s nearest ankle with the other hand. Standing and spinning simultaneously, Epoch began to whirl the huge body around in the air of the dark chamber. He spun around carrying White’s dizzying body several times to build up centrifugal momentum before letting go. The dark body sailed away from Epoch into the natural blackness of the windowless chamber. The sound of crashing stone and the feel of rocky debris told Epoch of his success in sending White’s voluminous body into a nearby wall of rock and dirt. A sudden stream of blinding light and a deafening silence followed the thundering sound of White’s body against the wall. Epoch collapsed temporarily to the floor in exhaustion. White’s superlatively muscled body was as heavy as it was dense. The light was coming from the harsh lighting in the next chamber. White’s monstrously hard muscle had destroyed a large section of foot- thick stone wall and disappeared onto the floor of the other room covered in rubble and swirling dust. Epoch rubbed his aching shoulder with one stinging hand as he massaged his erotically charged cock with the other. His ability to overpower the greater muscle of his enemy had pushed Epoch’s sense of arousal and desires for sexual release to a level he had never before felt. Epoch found the cock shaft in his stroking hand to be hotter and harder than anything he had yet to experience. He could also feel the same power surging through his sore shoulder muscles. Epoch’s free hand drifted over other body parts finding his pecs, lats forearms thighs and upper arms to be as rigidly pumped as his hungering cock. The Coven soldier ran his stroking hand faster and harder along his begging cock shaft. Soon his other hand joined in by caressing and fondling his churning ball sacs. Moans of desire filled the partially destroyed room as Epoch brought his cock and body closer and closer to explosive orgasm. Every muscle in Epoch’s being felt as it was made of liquid rock. Epoch used his familiar fingers to trace the outline of each severely honed muscle pleasuring himself with the hot, rocky feel of his pumping flesh. The swirling dust in the next room began to settle as Epoch’s lust foretold of his pending eruption. There was still no sound from the invaded chamber. Epoch was sure that, if not dead, then his enemy was near dead. It was time to claim his victory. Epoch stepped toward the gaping hole in the stone wall ready to launch his begging cum onto the body of his conquest. As he approached the hole, he could see White’s unmoving feet lying furthest away from the wall. Epoch moved closer as more and more of White’s dust- covered body came into view. A trickle of blood on White’s right leg was the only color on the white-dusted body. Nothing moved. Nothing twitched. White’s upper legs came into full view. The massive thigh muscles were still wonderfully carved vestiges of meat even in their languid stillness. Then White’s 18” long cock rose pointedly from the dust and rubble surrounding White’s dusty groin. It stood rigid and as unmoving as the rest of the immense body. A streak of wetness down one side of White’s fabulous cock shaft described the last flow of precum that had been emitted. The length of the stain and the lack of evidence of any other activity reinforced Epoch’s belief that the man was either dead or unconscious. White’s lower torso was completely covered with rock and debris. Two huge globes of dusty muscle climbed high out of the rubble marking the vast wonders of White’s fissured man-breasts. Epoch stood still for a moment and could detect no sign of breathing. The lines of muscle etched onto White’s tits were as stunning to see in unflexed stillness as they had been in angered readiness. His hands worked faster and harder on his wanting cock. Orgasm was only seconds away. Epoch stepped up to the base of the wall pushing the shaft of his cock through the hole so that his cum would draw its markings of victory on the body of his conquest. Epoch’s hand was blur of excited activity. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. And then he would go back to finish off the other American invader with Liberty. In a flash, a second blurry hand shot out to the supercharged organ. Then came the feeling! But it was pain that filled Epoch’s mind, not ecstasy. Rather than cum shooting through the waiting hole in the wall, it was Epoch’s entire body. White pulled with all his waiting might. His hand held on to Epoch’s cock with the same force that the Coven soldier used on his. White’s cock still screamed with pain from its encounter with Epoch but his mind screamed louder with the desire to end this unwanted battle. White could feel the pounding inside Epoch’s stiff cock shaft as the churned cum pushed against his grasp in it’s desire for release. It was White’s turn to show who was in charge now. As Epoch’s muscle-carved form cleared the hole, White caught up Epoch’s ankle. Repeating the process Epoch had used on him, White spun several times before aiming Epoch’s flying form at the glass door and window across the room from them. A trail of spewing cum marked the arc of Epoch’s sailing body. The sound of Epoch’s scream was soon lost in the noise of the shattering glass and failing metal framing. White followed immediately and was in the wide vaulted hallway before Epoch’s heavily muscled body had found its way into the opposite wall. The far wall held. Epoch’s body had been sufficiently slowed by the web of glass and metal framing it had destroyed to prevent it from doing similar damage to the opposing rock wall. Epoch hit the last wall back first knocking some of the air out his lungs. Blood trickled down his massive pecs and over his cannoned shoulders where the shattered glass had left surface wounds in his thinly stretched skin. Epoch’s biceps, shoulders, triceps and pecs were severed with power into striated segments by his anger at being so caught off guard. Epoch’s body slid down the curved vault of the hall wall until he landed in a seated position on his butt. His opened legs framed his cock and balls. The head of Epoch’s cock still spit the last ejaculations of his hot, creamy cum. Drippings of cum wetted the stone floor. Epoch looked down at his spent manhood just as White lunged for him. Dazed as he was, instinct spun Epoch’s head and torso to one side leaving only exposed rock for White’s flying shoulders to encounter. Pain seized White as he slammed facedown onto the floor immediately next to Epoch’s twisting muscle form. White flipped onto his back as Epoch dove on top of him with a long shard of razor-sharp glass in one hand. White’s hand locked around Epoch’s wrist as Epoch used the weight of his massive body and the vast strength of his glass-clutching arm to try to drive the point of the glass into White’s protruding jugular vein. The sheer mass of Epoch’s balled bicep and forearm forced a wide angle of separation between his wavering fist and cabled shoulder as he drove the leading end of the glass nearer and nearer to its mark. White fought back using the greater bulk of his arm to force a stalemate. The two men glared at each other eye to eye with both looking equally committed to their cause. Their mooned breasts were smashed against one another and White found his stimulated cock wedged between their rolling plates of abdominal muscles. Their heavy and excited breathing began to massage White’s trapped cock. Epoch could feel the pump of responsive excitement surging through White’s cock shaft with his writhing abs. As he continued to force the pointed glass toward White’s chiseled neck, Epoch also forced the distracting cock massage on White. The struggling American soon figured out Epoch’s latest plan and became suddenly aware of its dangerous implications. Epoch knew that if he could bring White to orgasm, the emotional response to a spontaneous ejaculation could be just enough to disturb White’s attention to his struggle. Epoch rolled his abs forcing White’s stiff cock head in between the voluminous cleavage of his grinding man-breasts until, it too, was being subjected to the erotic stimulation. Their breathing became heavier and less regular as the two fighting muscle giants ground together – massive muscle body on massive muscle body. The cum came! White groaned his frightened delight as the rushes of his orgasm coursed through the endless tube of his trapped cock shaft. Sprays of white liquid gurgled between their entwined pecs and bubbled out from the top of their squeezing pecs. The washing cum quickly became and unexpected lubricant. Epoch inhaled for one final lunge at White’s neck just as White reached up with this free hand to the finger-sharp muscle of Epoch’s carved obliques. Epoch’s torso slid freely over the spewing cum- cream smothering their steely pecs. A moment later, White had Epoch on his back with his own torso positioned on top. Cum continued to erupt from his challenged cock spraying its thick cream into both of their determined faces. They rolled together until they came apart. Both men were on their feet simultaneously. Only now Epoch had a wedge of deadly glass in each hand. He moved in for the attack angrier and more committed to his success than every. Both of their cum- shined bodies were visions of pumped muscle perfection. Epoch swung at White’s unprotected head from both sides. Luck more than skill caught both of Epoch’s wrists in White’s flying hands. Epoch tried to force the slicing glass directly into White’s ears. Each of Epoch’s astounding biceps turned into 28” balls of carbon reinforced steel. Their stunning surfaces fissured into multiply-split rounds of striated meat covered with beating veining. Epochs triceps quaked with spring-coiled power as every ounce of strength in his stunning arms became focused on the endeavor of victory over White. White could see the amazing glory carved into Epoch’s immense arm muscles with his peripheral vision. The superior scale of his 32” biceps slowed the progress but White was exhausted and could feel himself weakening in the struggle. This, he thought, should be much easier than it was proving to be. The pain in his cock and his shoulder was still with him. The explosion of his body through the stone wall had taken a lot more out of him than White would care to admit. Epoch was wearing him down. His own gargantuan biceps quivered with anger and brutal desperation. Breathing deeply as he held Epoch’s fantastically cut arms in place, White drew upon the waning reserves of his own inner strength. Slowly, very slowly, White began to force Epoch'’ arms back from his own head to Epoch’s. The Coven protector’s face began to change from steely conviction to confused disbelief as his hands were forced to position the pointed glass adjacent to his own ears. Epoch could feel his mountainously peaked biceps pressing against the swell of his marbled deltoids as White changed course from holding Epoch’s hands apart to trying to force them together. The peak of Epoch’s flexed biceps rose another full inch as his twisted arms fought to reinforce their own massive strength. For all the glory of Epoch’s arms, White’s were visibly superior. The capping muscle of White’s straining biceps now reached almost up to the base of his quaking fists. White’s cock spit out the last of its spent cum at the sight of Epoch’s unbelievable arms and the fell of his own diamond-hard muscle forced a secondary orgasm in him. White whispered for Epoch to surrender. Epoch looked White square in the eyes at the suggestion and held the look for several seconds as if pondering his decision. Then, pushing his arm muscles to the maximum, Epoch spit his answer into White’s angered eyes. Within seconds, Epoch lay dead on the floor. The muscle covering his great body felled into the beautiful eternal rest. Blood ran from within Epoch’s ears where the two sharp sections of glass stuck through them and into his brain. White collapsed into a seated position on the cold floor next to Epoch’s body with a sigh of relief and in a state of total exhaustion. As White’s heaving body slid down to the floor, his muscles all shook with a combination of sudden remorse and accepting resolve over his defeat of this vicious but valiant enemy agent.