slave_formuscle aka redwolf64a

Part 4

I found myself standing behind Richard. He stood in front of a metal door outside the old 
warehouse. Somehow, I sensed that the men were inside, waiting. Richard had directed 
them to another door. He wanted to intimidate them with an entrance.

Richard took the rusted padlock on the door in his massive hand; he growled, pressing 
against the metal with his fingers, crushing it. He ripped the mangled lock from the door 
and shoved the metal door open with a crash.

Richard walked in and just stood there, his mighty chest heaving in anger. I stood to the 
side, waiting patiently for what might happen.

The guys tried to act tough, asking Richard about their friend, saying he probably knew 
what happened to him.

Richard didn't say a word; he just stared at them in the strange darkness of the 
warehouse, the light from the full moon streaming through the windows.

The thugs were getting angry. They moved walked closer to Richard, circling him 
demanding to know where their friend was.

One of the men walked up to Richard, staring him down.

He punched Richard in the face. Richard didn't flinch.

The man who threw the punch was in pain - punching Richard in the face was like hitting a 
concrete block.

Richard thrust his massive arm toward the man, gripping his neck in a massive fist.

The other man, just stood there, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide - Richard had 
paralyzed him.

The veins in Richard's arm pulsed with power; I heard Richard growl, his voice becoming 
deeper, booming through the concrete warehouse.

Richard's muscles were expanding, exploding with power. His white tank top shirt edged 
up, revealing rock hard abs, his legs were getting thicker, longer.

It happened in a few moments, but seemed to go in slow motion to me.

Richard's toes ripped through his steel toed boots, his feet expanding, breaking the laces. 
His shirt ripped off revealing his immense pecs, v-shaped back and rock hard abs. His 
jeans expanded and ripped as Richard grew taller and inhumanely muscled.

I stood there, turned on and amazed, like some kind of strange dream.

Richard had ripped out of his clothes completely. He was a good fifteen feet tall - my 
head was at the level of his thighs, his legs were larger than my entire body. The man 
dangled in mid-air, still clutched in Richard's massive hand. Richard growled with a voice 
so low that it shook my body to its core.

I watched as Richard took the screaming man in his grasp and punched him with his other 
massive hand. I head the bones in his skull crack, killing him instantly. The man's body 
gushed blood and shook violently. Richard pounded the man's body, feeling the bones 
crushed to pulp between his fist and the palm of his huge hand.

I looked up and noticed the changes in Richard's face - the pronounced brow, the 
prominent jaw, a look of complete power in his eyes.

He lifted the remains of the man to his mouth, licking the blood from his hands, enjoying 
the taste of crushed muscle and bone.

Richard turned his attention to the other thug. He stepped towards him, Richard's 
immense weight cracking the concrete with each step. Richard jutted out his massive foot, 
kicking the thug across the floor.

He pounded the concrete with his feet, walking towards the thug lying on the concrete 
floor. He carefully lifted his massive foot pressing it on the man's chest, covering him 
from his neck to his waist.

The man struggled for air and screamed in pain as Richard slowly lowered his foot, 
enjoying the crack of each rib.

The man unconscious, he leaned down and picked him up like a rag doll, taking the man's 
limbs in his fingers, breaking each bone, slowly, carefully. He threw the remains back on 
the floor of the warehouse with a thud; stomping the body with his massive foot, 
pounding it into a bloody pulp.

Richard stood up. He was finished with the thugs, but not with me; I could sense it.

He turned to me and, through his mind, commanded me to his feet.

I licked the blood from his toes - huge toes, as big as a normal man's fist.

His massive body towered above me. His cock was huge - horse size - bouncing with 
each beat of his powerful heart, fully hard and erect.

Richard reached down and gently picked me up. I saw the precum oozing from his cock.

With his mental command, I drank it.

I knew it would protect me, heal me.

Richard lowered me onto the head of his huge cock. I felt it stretch and penetrate me, 
more than anything had before. I spread my legs wide to accommodate its thickness.

Slowly, Richard worked his giant cock inside me. I felt it expanding my rib cage, throbbing 
against my heart.

Despite everything I saw tonight, I knew I would be safe.

END